Criagslist encounter #34.

Was disappointing. 

I had responded to a post the previous day. The next morning the guy hit me back. 

“Sorry I didn't respond, but had family come over” or something like that. 

We put a plan together for tonight after work, but I worked late and was tired and really didn't feel like it. So, just to be polite, I e-mailed him about 7:30 PM. I was glad when I didn't hear anything. 

Sometime after 8PM I checked my e-mail again. He had responded and wanted to come over. I tried to put it off. He was persistent. I would have just blown him off, except I put in my initial response to his post “I AM NOT A FLAKE”. 

Well, fuck. I can't make a bold statement like that and not follow through. 

Long story short, I showered. He came over. 30 year old bigger guy. Latin looking. Returned LDS Missionary, or so he claimed. He had garments on. At least the bottom half. 

We watched porn. We stroked each other. I blew him. I invited him to blow me. He said he'd never done it. I volunteered to be his first. He was non committal. 

We moved to a blanket on the floor. I blew him again. He pulled me off when he got close. He wanted to hug and nuzzle. 



He had a scratchy beard. 
I wasn't in to it. 
He made no move to suck me off. 

I figured I'd just get him off, and he'd leave. I started sucking again. There was a brief discussion about whether he was going to cum in my mouth. I told him I'd pull off when the time came, figuring I'd taste the first spurt, or maybe I'd feel the contraction and pull off when the time came. 

I sucked for only a minute or two when he came. Much to both our surprises, I didn't pull off. I didn't even really feel it or taste it. I was prepared however with a white terry cloth hand towel. I spit his wad into it and wiped off my tongue. 

I know. How fucking sexy. 

I guess that's more that I was planning to write about. My original draft went something like: 

A guy came over. I blew him. I didn't get off. He left. I watched the news.