Craigslist Experience #13

Okay, so this morning, like many mornings these days, I woke up early, just before 6:AM, and looked at my e-mail. Next stop on the internet, Craig's List. I had a side job yesterday, and didn't jack off, so I was horny. Shoot me. 

Thing is about this time of morning, not too many horny dudes up and posting. At this early hour, the latest Craigslist posts are from dudes who have been up all night, posted something at 5:AM and are surely asleep by now.

I replied to the following post:

let me suck it! outside, anyone up? - 35 (midvale)

Reply to: pers-ms2ga-12XXXXXXXX@craigslist.org

anyone wanna feed me some cock?, i know a perfect spot,email me!


I respond back to this post and to 3 or 4 others as well. Who knows, maybe when they wake up they'll be hungry. Well, the dude writes back at 7:41AM. Not too bad. We e-mail back and forth several times. He doesn't have a picture. Yes, he will at least send me his stats. 35, 5'-8", 160, blu, br. Good, at least he's not a fatty. (I'm going to hell for that, aren't I?)

About the time we're ready to put the deal together, I get a call from my friend on the east coast. We usually chat for an hour when she calls. I e-mail Midvale man, and he says to hit him back when I'm ready. So, about an hour later, I've finished my phone call and I'm freshly showered and I hit him back. He gives me the general coordinates of a church, with a parking lot across the street. I tell him what kind of car I'll be driving and what time I'll be there. It's a 25 or 30 minute drive from my house.

I'm nervous driving there. Honestly, I think I get off on the adrenaline rush that meeting a strange dude gives me, as much as the blow jobs. This time I was worried that he might be a cop. But I have a plan. I'm going to discuss two consenting adults, and make HIM undo MY pants. If I expose myself, that may be construed as lewd. (nice rhyme), but I doubt if a cop would undo my pants. If he refuses to undo my pants, I'll just thank him for his time and be on my way.

So, I'm sitting in the parking lot, because I' a few minutes early, and I have the feeling that I'm like one of the creepy guys that hang out in the park by my house. After only a few minutes, I see a dude walking up in the rear view. He's normal enough looking. Denim blue jeans, and a navy blue t-shirt, and long wavy black hair sticking out from a baseball cap. He's just a normal guy.

He comes to the passenger door and gets in. First think I notice....he's a smoker. Fuck. I gotta start asking about that.

So we shake hands, and he's nervous that the field behind the little overflow parking lot, isn't so hidden in the light of day. There are several clumps of trees that look like they provide pretty good cover, but the actual church parking lot across the street has a lot of cars in it.

He suggests we go someplace else. So we take a little drive. As we do, we chat a little bit, and slowly my fear that he is a cop, fades away. I could tell he wasn't that educated. Besides the cigarette smell, there was the smell of maybe he needed to do laundry. Not real bad or anything, but maybe he'd been up all night, and was in the same clothes as yesterday. Whatever. In for a penny, in for a pound.

We're driving all over east Suburbia looking for someplace private.  We find a school parking lot, but there's one or two cars in the lot, and some kid sitting on the steps. We keep looking. We're near the gully by White City, and finally, after about 20 minutes, find a little entrance to a little hiking trail that leads down the gully. The trail is pretty worn, and looks like it's used frequently, but at 10 AM on a Wednesday morning, it's deserted.

He says he'll go check it out, and come down in a couple of minutes. He leaves. Oddly enough, I don't contemplate just driving off. But the street is lined with houses, and a lady across the street is kind of checking me out, while doing some sweeping or shaking a rug out or something. I pretend to be making a cell phone call.

After a few minutes, I walk down the trail, and soon run into "smoker man."   He's found a little level spot, on the hillside, and it's surrounded by scrub oak. I start to get a boner following him there. I said "you found a good spot." So I stand there, and he gets on his knees. I just wait sure enough, he goes for the button and zipper of my pants. Good. He slides my pants down and pulls out my stiffening member, and pops it in his mouth. "TEETH" I said. He responds and starts giving me a good BJ. I tell him to open up his pants. He doesnt' do anything, just keeps blowing me. He does a lot of licking around the head, and jacking me off with his hand. In fact, it's about 50% hand job and 50 % blow job. He makes no effort to pleasure himself, and since I'm standing, and he's kneeling in front of me I'm in no position to help out. I can't just reach down far enough, without disrupting my own blow job.

"Take your dick out, I want you to jack off" I said. "I'm kind getting into this right here" he says, focusing on my dick.

 Hey, what ever floats your boat smoker man.

I feel the orgasm building, he can either tell by my breathing or how my dick is responding because he starts to jack me more, and do more lips and tongue around the head, but not so much in his mouth.

I build and tell him I'm cumming, so he jacks me with one hand, and manhandles my nut sack with the other. I squirt, and it lands on the ground, but with his violent jacking, a drop or two fling onto his shirt. He's unfazed, and he's also gripping my nuts painfully tight. I try to tell him to go gentle on my balls, but I can't seem to form the words, cause I'm still cumming. He seems to enjoy the show, and says "Ah, yah." Finally I'm able to say..."Ow, my balls."

It's over in a minute. I pulled out a terry cloth washcloth from the pocket of my cargo shorts, and he wipes up his hands and his shirt. He hands back the towel, and I wipe the remaining drop of white cum from my softening dick.

We headed up the hill and I on the drive back, I asked if he wanted me to drop him at the church where I picked him up.

"Nope, Just drop me at the Chevron on the corner, and I'm going to go buy a soda."

I said thanks as he got out, and said, "Sure, no problem. Catch ya later."