Craigslist Experience #37b

I didn't have an experience with a new guy yet, so it's not #38, but I felt like I wanted to write about it anyway. 

Here's how it went: 

It's the other night and I e-mail John Smith(Enounter #35), who has blown me twice before in his nice townhouse condo: 

Are you interested in blowing me again Wed Morning. I love the morning head. Let me know. 
Jack. 

I don't hear anything from him right away, so I hedge my bet by responding to a post on CL: 

Let me drain your tool - m4m - 48 (Midvale) 
Reply to: xxxxx@craigslist.org 


In town on business and looking to play. I am a white, fit, attractive, married bi-male and I am looking to drop to my knees and bring someone to an explosion with my mouth. I am clean and MUST stay that way. I am for real and looking for someone that wants to stop by my hotel, drop his pants and let me go to work on him until I am rewarded with a creamy explosion. You must be hwp, clean and verbal. Race isn't important, just not into chubs. If you want to do more I might be open to it but you are welcome to drop, explode and be on your way if that's your thing. I must host 

I bit: 

Hey Hotel guy. 
I can't get away tonight, but can early in the morning. I'm 47 5'6 and 145 lbs. I love good hotel head, then I bail. Even better if you suck me to completion, I couldn't' care less if you swallow. 
Hit me back if you're interested in cream for breakfast. 
Jack. 

He hits me back: 


Hi Jack. I'm interested. How early. I work in the morning and have to be ready to go by 8:00. 

Me: You call the time. If I'm getting blown, I'll set an alarm and get there. 7:15 is good for me. 
I'm not a quick cummer, so plan on 10 to 20 minutes at least. I love nice long head. 
I don't have a huge dick either. Just average for my size. How about a pic from you? 
Jack. 

Him: That works for me. Oh, and I will swallow. Why do it if you're not going to swallow? Sorry, don't send pics. And I'm not concerned with dick size. Just cum and let me hear it. I don't like silent cummers. You don't have to shout or anything, just tell me your cumming. I love that. 

Me: I can be pretty noisy when I cum. Before I cum...I'm too busy concentrating on that fantastic feeling, but when I go over the crest a torrent of foul verbiage can spew from my mouth. I hope that works for you. 
You want to give me your info tonight, or in the morning? I have a feeling if I start knocking on random Midvale hotel room doors at 7:15, it may take a while to get to yours. 
Jack. 

Him: I'm at the Blah-blah Inn, room 205. It's a new hotel. You know it? Right behind a Blah-blah restaurant. 

Me: I don't know the hotel, but I'm sure I'll be able to find it. Check your e-mail in the morning. I hit you back before I leave. It's a 25 minute drive for me. I'm all about getting head, but want to make it good for you too. You mentioned verbal. I'm good there, but anything else? Some guys want it a little more forceful, maybe some hair pulling? Others, just want to do their stuff. I'm happy to oblige any way I can.....just blow me and don't scrape your teeth on my dick head. 

Him: Just come in, drop your pants and let me do the rest. When you're ready to cum go ahead and let it blast and I will enjoy every drop. Remember, I have somewhere to be so don't take all day. Explode and enjoy your day. See you in the morning. Have a load ready and a clean dick. 

So, morning comes and I check my e-mail. John Smith has e-mailed me at 5:30 in the morning: 

Date: Wednesday, October 14, 2009, 5:35 AM 
That would be cool--how about 715am? Drop on by—you know what's in store for you 

But I've already made plans for the midvale-hotel-suck off. 

So, I e-mail John Smith: 
Hey man, good morning. I hope it's not a problem, but I put something else together for this morning, and so I can't make it over today. Sorry for the false alarm. I hope we can do it next week though. 
Jack. 

He responded kindly: 
No problem, wasn't online last night so will see you next week. 

Then, the inevitable happens. Midvale hotel guy fucking flakes out!. At least he has the courtesy to e-mail before I drive all the way out there. 

Re: Let me drain your tool - m4m - 48 (Midvale) 
From: "billnye@flakeyguy.com" 
To: "Jack" 
My plans have changed. Don't come by, I won't be here. Sorry.

Well what's a slut to do? Of course I beg John Smith to blow me.


Me: I just got an e-mail from the other guy, and he's flaking out. I can come today at 7:15, if I haven't pissed you off already, otherwise, I'm still looking forward to next week.
Jack.

And being the nice cock sucker he is he replied

7:15 is great--see you then. 

This is John Smith

John Smith is great. Nice place. Okay porn on a great big TV. He's younger than me and has a nice body, nice dick and sexy underwear. He seems to enjoy blowing me and makes “yummy' noises when he does it. You know.....”mmmmmmm”

Today I kind of face fucked him a bit, and then pushed him to the floor and blew him for a while. That was the fist time I did that to him. It felt pretty good. He pulled me off, because I think he was getting close to cumming.

I asked him if I made him cum, would he still be in the mood to get me off. He politely said (but in not so many words) “Probably not”.

I didn't want to jeopardize my BJ, so I told him to get a towel, because I wanted him to jack off while he was sucking me, like last time.

(What's that? I didn't tell you about last time? )

So anyway, John races downstairs and returns with a small washcloth size towel, and I firmly re-attach his mouth to my dick. He's and expert cocksucker and it feels wonderful. I'm rubbing his crotch with my hairy leg and he's alternately jacking off, then stopping to jack and suck me at the same time. He's keeping himself on the edge so he can push off when he tastes my jizz. (at least that's what I would be doing if I were him).

I start to climax, and when I know I'm past the point of no return, just when it's the most difficult to speak, I manage to grunt, “here it comes, I'm gonna cum, here ya go” and with that I blast off in his mouth, and as I'm doing that, I'm looking though my squinty eyes at him jacking his dick furiously, as he spurts rope after rope of watery cum onto my leg. The whole time he's moaning and making those yummy noises as if my cum were Hershey's syrup.

He swallows, and get's the dry washcloth and wipes down my leg. He misses a spot, and I ask for the towel. Of course post-orgasmic-bliss cum isn't quite as sexy as when-I-was-blowing-my-load-and-watching cum.

All in all, great fun and a great way to start the morning. I think John Smith and I are going to be regular early morning friends.