Craigslist Encounter #25.

This shouldn't take too much time. Simple blow job, no muss, no fuss, no drama. Not much anyway. 

I answered this guys post for giving head last weekend. 

> Deep Throat Ready - 35 (Sugarhouse Liberty ) 
> 
> Reply to: XXXXXXXXX@craigslist.org 

> Home buzzed and looking to suck a nice fat cock to completion. 
>You come over drop trou and pump a load down my throat. 
>I'm clean dieseas/drug free (drink only) can host have gay/bi & str8 porn. 
>Please be between 21-45 yrs old clean discreet hwp to very well built and 
>aggressive/verbal and want to get blown deep and hard. 

He didn't get back to me, in enough time, and I ended up going over to Sparky's place, (see previous post) where I got the finger fucking of a life time, but you've already read about that. 

When I returned from Sparky's I had a message saying to come over and he would suck me off. I told him "too late," but he said to hit him back when I was ready.. 

A few days went by, and for some reason, I decided to post something on CL, and "Brad" hit me back. He didn't know who I was, of course, because when you post something in Craigslist, it just shows an anonymous type e-mail address to reply to. The next time you contact someone, it's via your own e-mail address (or more likely, your own fake e-mail address that you use only for hookups and surfing porn) so the receiver can tell who you are.. 

So, today, I'm looking to get blown, as usual. Nothing working early in the morning, before 8, so I e-mail "Brad". Are you up and giving head this morning? I didn't hear back, but that's pretty normal and finally I decide to go and do some handyman work. I returned home at noon, and look at CL again, and start working it. Another flakey 24 year old is stringing me along, and I just know how it's going to go, so I tell him, forget it, and I'm just going to the gym. If he's interested be at the empty lot across from my house at 2:45. 

When I get home from the gym , there's a message from Flakey, and he flaked out and just went to work. I knew he was going to flake anyway, so no big loss. Not long after, a message pops up. Brad got back from a meeting early, and if I want, I can come over for some head! If I want? Ummmmm Hello.......it's Jack here. 

I shower and drove over to his apartment. He answered the door. I went inside. Now, Brad was short. Shorter than me anyway, and he kind of leaned to one side, like maybe he had a spine problem, or a birth defect, like one leg longer than the other. He looked to be in his early 30's and was pretty attractive. Short dark hair. Maybe Latino, but could have been Mediterranean, but dark olive skin. He had a great upper body, hidden only slightly by his wife beater. He actually looked kind of mean. That's when I spied his fat dick and balls sticking out of the elastic band of his basketball shorts. I stepped inside the apartment. and I said "Nice" and grabbed for it. I rubbed it a bit and got some sticky precum all over my hand. I felt the urge to wipe it on his shirt. I didn't. 

"Where do you want me?" I asked. He pointed me to the chair in front of a large computer monitor, where there were two guys blowing each other on the screen. Good. Nice BJ Porn. 

I took off my shoes and pants, and asked him if I should remove my shirt. He nodded. I took it off and sat down. He tugged at my boxers. Oooops. I guess those need to come off too. 

He dropped to his knees. Now, normally when someone drops to their knees, they slowly lower themselves to a kneeling position. Brad Dropped. Bang! His knees hit the floor and it sounded like if must have hurt. It didn't' faze him. He chowed down on my dick. 

I think what ever leg or hip or back problem he had, he didn't have the right muscles or bones or what ever to slowly kneel. I still don't know, and frankly don't care. 

The blow job wasn't bad, but it wasn't stellar. Loose and sloppy without a lot of suction. I wasn't worried about bruising this time. No teeth, and some deep throating as well. Once I got kind of into fucking his face, and it was going good (at least for me) but eventually he must have run out of air, cause he pulled off and gasped for breath. 

It took me a long time to cum. The stimulation by his mouth was minimal, and he would resort to his hand. He kept grazing-rubbing the head of my penis with his well salivated palm, and the shock sensation was overwhelming. Just as I'd get used to it, he's put my dick back in the low-stimulus mouth and blow me some more. So, let's just say it was taking a while. 

Finally, I relaxed, and watched the porn and let the orgasm happen. It was so slow in coming that I really had to concentrate, as I feared at any moment, I would stop approaching the climax and lose ground, so I kind of came in his mouth without much warning, just an increase in breathing and a quick "oh god!" as I started to spill my load. I didn't even get a chance to use the dirty talk. 

Brad stayed on me for the first and second squirt, then pulled off and raced to the kitchen (to spit I think). I looked down at my cock in mid orgasm, and I popped out another white pearl. I started jacking myself it to make the most of it. 

As I finished, Brad returned with a paper towel, and wiped the cum from my dick and hand, and apologized. I apologized too for not giving him warning. You just shouldn't assume that a dude who is blowing you wants to eat your jizz. 

He asked me if I liked it. Of course I did. I asked him if he had fun, he said he did. He said to hit him back if I wanted another, and I probably will. He seemed like a nice guy. Maybe I can do something more for him next time. It was kind of fun stroking his fat slipery unit 

I'll keep ya posted.