Craigslist Experience #37

Once again, good thing come to those who wait, or at least, those who are patient and keep working it. 

I just got home from an out of town work trip. I left the small central Utah town at 7:30 this morning and drove back to SLC. 

I don't know why, but on the long boring drive home, all I could think about was sex. 

I hit the computer before I brought in my bags. It was early, and checking out Craigslist, it looked like lots of good possibilities. 

Then the phone started ringing and many interruptions later, I resumed my search. Problem was, it was now 11:AM, and the early morning posters wanting to suck someone off had all dried up, kind of like my lawn. 

I have no idea why, but for some unknown reason, I was in the mood to fuck. 

Did I just say that? What am I? Some kind of porn star? 

Anyway, I responded to post after posyt. Nothing. 

Then, I got a response. Here's how it went. 

If you can host in S.L.C 
Reply to: XXXXXX@craigslist.org 

I am a bottom male looking to suck a small penis;must be 6" or smaller. Please be disease-free and clean! 

Me: I'm 47, 5'6 and 145 lbs, and have a smaller hard dick. I'd love some head today. I live west of Downtown and have the day off. 

Him: Jack what is your address? If you can call me @801 ???-2709 

Me: I'm near 9th W. and 7th So. in SLC. You? 

Him: I am @2100 South and 1100 East 

Me: So, can you come blow me or what? 

Him: Yes I would Love too! Give me your exact address. 

Me: Come to the corner of ?00 W. and ?00 So. There's an empty paved lot on the South West Corner. I can see it from my house. Call me when you get there. 801-555-0123. Tell me what your drive. 

I waited. 10 minutes. Nothing. So I sent another message: 

Me: Let me know if you're coming and what you drive. I'd like to take a quick shower first. Jack. 

And still nothing. He disappeared. Another flake. 

I worked CL some more. I just got hornier and hornier. I even had a 21 year old who was a “Bottom looking for Top” send me some great face pics, after I sent him my “dick” pics. When I told him how old I was, he too disappeared....but I expected that. I remember being 21. I was creeped out by older guys too. 

As I was about to leave for the gym, my “hook up” phone rang. It was “suck a small penis guy”. He took the bus to my neighborhood and was trying to find my house. 

WTF? The bus? An hour and a half later? 

So, I guess a BJ in the hand, is worth two in the bush......so to speak. 

He was a block away, and coming to blow me. I can live with that. 

“Bobby” was about my size. Maybe a bit skinnier. Latino, and wearing some blade type sunglasses. Dark hair, not much gray, and a black moustache. He showed up at the door, and I invited him in. I had some porn cued up on the DVD. He came into the living room and sat in the chair. I said “should we get down to it?” He asked for a glass of water. I couldn't help but wonder if maybe I was going to be robbed. Bobby seemed a little uneasy. 

The small talk was awkward. He commented on the porn. “Yup, they're handsome.” I said. 

“So, should we just take our pants off?” he asked. 

“Sure” I said. “You set the stage” he said. I'm not kidding. He actually said, “set the stage.” 

It was weirdly mechanical, especially thinking about it now. 

We both took our pants off. I kept my t-shirt on, and he kept on his shirt and hoodie. I sat on the couch and he knelt in front of me and started sucking my dick. It felt good, but lacked suction. The other strange thing was, it was oddly cold. 

Nonetheless, he went to work and seemed to enjoy it. He mentioned before that large dicks made him choke and now he was saying things like “mmmmm, perfect size” and “nice dick, perfect for sucking.” 

I said, “do you like it a little rough, or do you just want to do your thing?” He responded “what ever you like.” 

So, I kind of tested the water. I pulled his hair and pushed him down on my dick. He didn't complain, and even stayed down deep on it a few times when I released his head. 

I started feeling pretty good about this blow job. The porn on the TV started to get noisy, and Bobby came up for some air, and to watch the TV. 

The two teenage boys on the video were engaged in fucking. 

“Do you ever do that?” I asked. 

“Sometimes” he said. 

“Want me to do it to you?” I responded. 

“Do you want to?” he said, tossing it back to my court. 

“Kind of.” I said. “I'll go and get a condom. You spread out the blanket on the floor” 

I ran upstairs to get a condom and some astroglide from my dresser drawer and in the 60 seconds it took me to return, Bobby had spread the blanket on the living room floor and positioned himself (and his rock hard dick) on all fours in the middle of it and was stark naked. 

I rolled on the condom and knelt behind Bobby, and applied some lube from the bottle. It ran down the crack of his ass and I rubbed it in. I started to rub his hairless asshole with my thumb, and was thinking about inserting some fingers to help loosen him up, but for some reason I chose this moment to think about cleanliness. He was here to blow me, not to get fucked. I doubt he made any internal cleaning preparations. 

This wasn't going to stop me. I stopped fingering and decided my condom sheathed dick would do just as well as a finger. I positioned my dick at his pucker, and then he took over. 


He said, “let me guide it in.....just take it slow at first” 

From then on, I knew I was dealing with someone who had some experience in this area. He expertly guided my dick into his ass, and then gently rocked back and forth on it. In no time at all, I was deep inside and he was fucking ME. I was just kneeling there behind him. 

Back and forth he rocked. He wrapped his ankles around mine. It all happened so quickly, but I do remember these things: 

The ankle grasping. 
I reached around and jacked his uncut hard dick 
He moaned a bit. 
I grabbed a his shoulders with my lubed hand and pulled him onto me. 

He asked me if I liked it. I did. 

I told him I was going to cum and he took my hand from his dick and jacked himself, saying “wait a minute, let's cum together”. 

Coordinating that effort was tough. I lost momentum, and told him to back off. I fucked like a wild man and felt the pressure mounting. I thought he must be cumming too, because I could feel his ass clenching and gripping my dick. It was good. Real good. I moaned and panted and erupted in the condom. 

He said, “did you cum?” “Oh fuck yah” I managed to grunt. “Did you?” “Not yet” he almost whimpered. 

With that he started beating off. I did my best with my softening dick to work it in and out of his ass to help heighten his orgasm. I cranked my neck around to watch him cum. 

When he started to squirt, I felt his ass hole twitch and grip my dick once again, and I pulled out, and he let out a sigh and fell forward. 

“Fuck, that was fun” I said. Bobby just panted. 

For some reason, Bobby was overly concerned with the condom. He reached around an peeled it off of my dick, then took it to the trash. I pointed to the bathroom and said he could clean up there. He took me up on the offer. 

Afterwords, there was more awkward talk, and he said he got more than he bargained for. I apologized and he said he enjoyed it, and said he was in town every Mon-Wed-Fri for classes. He took the bus from Ogden. 

I can't put my finger on it, but I think that Bobby is in some kind of Job Training Corp, or work release program. What ever. He seemed nice enough, my age, fit, not exactly educated, but trying. I have to give anyone credit who is willing to take the bus to get somewhere. It ain't easy. 

I have a feeling there will be more to this story. I just hope it's good.