Craigslist Experience #29

Remember CL guy #12, Dennis? Well, although we've never hooked up again (I keep hoping) we've evolved into a pattern of e-mailing each other.  We've evolved into daily pen pals.

So, in one of his witty e-mail volleys about the variety of dudes on CL, he says this:

>>There is a Spanish guy, that lives very close to you, that posts on CL. he is about 30 ( as you already know, you can't really believe what they say. ) anyway, he only wants to get fucked, he will NOT suck your cock, but he is a pretty nice fuck. I couldn't understand a word he said..............I mean, if I had ever met him, i don't think i wouldn't be able to understand him lol. I am sure you have seen his posts. I will let you know next time he posts, you might want to check him out, now that your a professional top. <<

Thanks Dennis. I never called myself a PROFESSIONAL top, I said I was OFFICIALLY a top. A couple of e-mails later, Dennis says this:

>>if you want to check out his post, it is from yesterday, starts out "Latins bottoms looking for whites men 31" hes the guy in underwear and whit t-shirt pictures, he is NOT the guy in the pink tie, or the guy holding the cat. I think his name is Abel.<<

Okay. WTF. There are photos of 3 Hispanics, and only one of them is “the guy”. I had to check it out for myself, and sure enough, I find the post (I search “whites men”on CL) and there is indeed 4 photos; two of “Abel”, and one of a dude in a silky pink tie (kind of handsome) and one of a guy holding a cat (kind of faggy).

I decide to go for it. I just responded to the post as if I stumbled upon it. Later in the day, Abel hits me back. He wants me to text him.

 I do.

We text back and forth, and a plan forms. He's in Midvale, and about to get on a bus. I'm going to pick him up at 1700 So. and State St. at 3:PM. Normally, I don't think this would fly with me, but Dennis gave me the low-down on HIS hookup, and told a similar story, of driving this guy around, so I'm cool with it. Abel knows nothing about me having the inside scoop.

One funny thing happens during our texting. Instead of inviting me to get together to hook-up, he invites me to a movie at Century Theaters, where he has a couple of free passes.

How tender.  But back to the nasty.

 I picked up Abel as planned, although he was 15 minutes late. He thoughtfully kept me informed me of the delay, via text message. We drove to my house. He had mentioned in a previous text that maybe he could take a shower when we got to my house. He also asked if I had beer.

We got to the house, and I was getting a little excited. Abel was handsome, in a boyish way. He was stocky, but I can't really say fat. If he was 20 or 30 lbs lighter he'd be kind of dreamy. I offered him a beer, and he accepted. I offered him the shower, and he accepted that as well.

While he was in the shower, I took the opportunity to lose my pants. I was now in t-shirts and boxers. I also put some porn in the DVD player. Able was quick in the shower, and emerged in just some skimpy underwear. He sat down on the couch next to me, drinking his beer and watching the porn. I awkwardly rubbed his leg which he hadn't thoroughly dried from the shower, and he put it across my lap, brushing my boner.

I reached over and massaged his dick through his unusually tight and skimpy underwear. He was starting to get hard. He worked on his beer. He made no attempt to get to MY dick. I then went inside his tight shorts and got a hold of his rod, and began massaging it.

After only a few minutes, his beer was drained. “Should we go upstairs?” I suggested. He wanted to know why.

“That's where the bed is” I said.

We went upstairs, and went to the bedroom. I had readied it. Washable blanket on the bed. Towels standing by. Condoms and lube out, and my lap top open, with the porn already cued up for inspiration.

He asked for another beer.

Okay, luckily there was some in the upstairs mini fridge. I got him one. He drank it while I blew him. He sucked that one down, before I finished sucking his dick. I had a nice hard on, and I was ready for the main event. I lubed up his ass and stared working a finger or two in it. Every once in a while, I would lean down and suck him off a little. He was uncut, fairly good size, a bit bigger than me. I worked my fingers into his ass. It felt tight. Maybe too tight, but I was getting impatient.

I got a condom from the nightstand, and gave it to him. I was hoping he'd put in on for me. No such luck, he opened the package, then handed the rubber back to me. I put it on myself.

There was some discussion as to whether he should be face up, or face down. I said I had better luck doggie style. He obliged. I found his butt-hole with my dickhead, and it was indeed tight. I pushed my way in nonetheless. He moaned. It' wasn't easy. I don't have a long dick, and he had a pretty meaty ass but I was working it pretty good. I got into a rhythm and felt like things were going pretty well. That's when Abel started talking “Te gusta? Es rico. Rico. Ahhh Rico. Te gusta? Then I slipped out.

He said, “Time for a break, can I have another beer?” I got off (I mean I got off of the bed, not got off as in blew my load) and got him another beer.

Well, we fucked in various positions, as best as I could for another half hour. He was always very complimentary, and and sweet, but I felt like I could never really get a full thrust because of his meaty ass, and because of another weird thing. He wasn't meeting my thrusts. In fact, just the opposite, I would bear down hard, and he would lean forward. I'd try to pull out a bit, and he'd push his ass into my groin. I'm sure it's just my inexperience, but we seemed hopelessly mismatched from the beginning. Still, I was determined to try.

Each time I would come out, he would want another beer. While out of the bedroom getting a beer, he suggested I fuck him over the Lazy-Boy recliner.

Maybe another time.

He asked if I wanted to fuck him in the guest room. No, let's contain this to one bed.

I had gone soft, changed condoms and resumed my attempts 3 times. Several times, He was face down and I was laying on his back, working it hard, and he was drinking a beer WHILE I WAS FUCKING HIM. That guy loved his beer. We even tried him leaning over the bed and me standing on the floor. I succeded in pushing him AND the bed about two feet to the south.

Finally, I just couldn't keep my hard-on, and it didn't look like I was going to be able to cum. I at least wanted to get him off, so I decided I would blow him. He drank a beer, and I sucked his dick. He watched the porn. Then he must have got a flash of inspiration, and he grabbed the KY and lube up his palm and rubbed some life into my soft dick. I maneuvered around so he could get a better grip. He actually worked me up into a nice boner again, and asked me to fuck him once more.

Okay, what the hell. I climbed back on and gave it the old college try but once again after like 10 minutes, he did the mismatched thrust thing, and I started to deflate, and I just said fuck it.

I pulled the condom off laid on his back and just rubbed my non-condomed dick in between his ass cheeks. Up-down, up-down. That did the trick and he didn't seem to mind. In fact he was moaning with pleasure. I think he just liked having me on top of him I was kissing his neck and breathing in his ear and biting a little on his back.

After a few minutes, I knew I was going to cum and I leaned back and sat up, still rubbing my boner in the top of his ass crack. I was moaning a bit and breathing hard, and just as I came Abel says “did you cum?”. I'm in mid spurt, I managed to say, “I'm cumming now.”

Of course the condom was long gone, so my jizz just puddled in the top of his ass crack. I was a little worried about it running down to his hole, so I quickly grabbed a towel and wiped it up before it had a chance to.

Abel wanted to lay around, drink more beer and chit chat, but I had to get going. I had to run to an office and pick up some papers, and then get ready for a 7:PM meeting.

I'm not sure how I agreed, but I ended up taking Abel to a taco cart a couple of miles from here, and buying him some tacos and burritos for his birthday (which he said was the next day.) Then I took him home, to Rose Park. He asked me a dozen times if I enjoyed fucking him. He was happy that I was able to cum, and said he would have been sad if I didn't. He also wanted to get together again. The sooner the better.

I said I could try again on Thursday, as I had a full schedule on Wednesday.

When I dropped him off at his house, he thanked me, and I went to shake his hand, and he kissed me on the cheek.