Well I had my 27th encounter this morning. Actually, I had an encounter with my 27th dude this morning. I've had more than one episode with a few guys so, I've had more than 27 encounters, but not more than 27 dudes. Whatever.
Today's encounter turned out to be the longest blow job I've ever had, or ever heard about. It was a solid 45 minutes of dick sucking.
This guy posted over a week ago.
Give BJ near Sandy - m4m - 45 (Sandy)
Am 5'11", 178, brn hair, blu eyes, in very good shape, seeking to give deep throat blow job to clean, masculine average to athletic+ built men. Stats, please.
I e-mailed back and this is a sample of his responses:
I WANT TO GIVE YOU MY DEEP THROAT LONG AND SWEET BLOW JOB,, sucking your nuts and the area around your nuts, also. Are you ever available during the daytimes (sat 10-1:30??) or Sundays, 11-2??? You are GOING TO LOVE MY SERVICE, guaranteed. No bullshit. Paul.
ALSO, give me all your stats. Dick must at least be average--no small dicks, sorry.
So, I sent Paul my photos. I figured he could tell if my dick was up to his standards. Apparently it was, because he asked me if I could come over. Not right now, but in exactly 1 week, next Monday between 10 and 1:30.
In the next e-mail, a day later, he gives me the address to his house, and mentions that "our house is at the end of the cul-de-sack."
OUR house?......Him and who else?. I hit him back and asked him. I got a page long e-mail about being married, and he and his wife have an understanding, and he hoped he wasn't misleading me, and sorry about the miscommunication and on and on. I told him to chill out. I just wondered who was going to be there while he was blowing me.....maybe it could have been hot to have his wife, or maybe boyfriend walk in. I don't know, that's why I asked.
So, the week passes and I re-confirm yesterday. I showered this morning and headed out. He lived in a very nice suburban area on the east bench, and he had quite a nice house.
He answered when I knocked.
First thing: Paul wasn't 45. Paul hasn't seen 45 in a long time.
Next thing: Lots of Jesus stuff in the living room. A book called "The Living Christ" or something like it on the coffee table, and a 3-foot replica of the statue of Jesus found at Temple Square, in a large curio cabinet. Call it what you like, but I call it "boner killer."
We shake hands and Paul leads me down some stairs, through a narrow carpeted hallway and into what sort of appears to be a basement guest bedroom, although I'll bet it's where Paul sleeps every night. More bonor killers: Pictures of the grandkids, on the walls and large pictures of his parents (or maybe his grandparents) on his dresser. These are OLD photos, black and white photography, hand colored.
Maybe Paul wasn't in bad shape, but he wasn't in great shape either. I'd say just normal for a 60 year old dude. He kept apologizing for the loose skin, as he had just lost 45 lbs. Good for him I thought, but still, he wasn't 45. I don't know why he couldn't just accept himself for who he was. Actually I do know why. Vanity, of course.
When we get to the room, I start to undress. I strip to my boxers and ask him where he wants me. "Anywhere you want" he says. So I climb up and put the pillows against the headboard and Paul goes to work. First he pulls down the boxers. I'm not hard. He spent like 10 seconds on my nipples and chest, gave one or two licks of my nutsack, then tried to suck a testicle in his mouth. I have small testicles and a fairly tight scrotum, so that didn't work very well, and in fact it was painful and I let him know, so he then focused on what I wanted. A blow job.
Things were going pretty good, then he pulls off and opens up a dialog. "tell me if I do anything you don't' like. Okay? And if you like something, then let me know, and tell me if there's anything you want me to do."
I agreed to everything and assured I would let him know if there was a problem. He got back on task and just as I was getting into it he pulls off again and looks me in the eyes and says "You won't cum in my mouth, will you?"
Well, fuck. I guess not, if you don't want me to.
"I'll let ya know when I'm going to cum" I said. "Do you want me to tell you or just pull you off?" I asked. He said just pull him off.
Okay, back to the blow job. He was doing pretty well, and I was closing my eyes, trying to replace the images Gramma and Grampa's photos with images of hot young twinks blowing each other, when Paul decides he wants to deep throat me, which is just a little uncomfortable for me, then he almost gags.
He regains composure and starts sucking again. Nice.
The twinks are coming back to my mind, then all of a sudden, teeth.
"Hey, teeth. TEETH, watch the teeth." I said. He pulled off and started to apologize, then he reminded me to tell him if there was anything else I didn't like.
This went on for most of the time. I swear, he wasn't a bad cock sucker, but fuck, he'd bring me to the brink and then try some funky move that didn't work, or worse yet, start talking about something. After about the 10th time of him telling me to let him know if I didn't like something, I just said,
"LESS TALKING, MORE SUCKING!"
I also let him know that he just about had me approaching orgasm several times, when he would pull off.
Finally, just about the time I was going soft and about to give up, he got into a rhythm that was working, and I felt myself build once again, and I almost ruined it for myself, because I just knew he'd pull off.
But like a trooper he kept focused. I bucked my hips and fucked his face a little, then pulled him off, just before squirting my jizz and I finished myself off by hand.
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| I thought he looked like Paul Harvey complete with Grecian Formula hair. |
He helped me clean up with some wet wipes which had been conveniently placed on the bed before hand.
Paul was quite complimentary of my photos when I sent them in our e-mails and asked if I could take some of him that looked like that. After the blow job (and a couple of times during) we got to the picture taking. I did my best and he did his best, but in my opinion the photos of him weren't very flattering. He was unable to get an erection, and said Viagra gave him a headache. We even took a few face shots. We then went to his computer where he extracted them from the memory card. Afterwords I formatted the card in the camera, so I wouldn't have them any more. He thought the pictures were great, at least that's what he said. He was always very positive.
My dad would say of people like him "He wouldn't say shit, even if he had a mouth full."
Paul was a nice guy, and I might go back and see him, but honestly the thing that bothered me most was his inability to be honest with himself, and therefore his Craigslist post. He wasn't 45 and he wasn't "in very good shape".
I'm no Zac Effron myself, and I know how hard it it to get someone to give a 47 year old guy a break, and it must be even harder if you're Paul's age, what ever that is.
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