Craigslist Experience #41

From the HS Yearbook

Wow. This gets weirder every time. I'm not even sure where to start. 

Perhaps I should start in 1980, when I was in High School. I was a Senior, and there was this cute Sophomore named “Jon,” although we probably never met. I 

didn't know him. Not then anyway. 

From his Facebook Page

Flash forward to when I'm 37. (a decade ago) I get a new computer, and the internet and I'm on AOL.  Remember America On Line?   This was a great eye opener for me. I found that I wasn't the only freak in Salt Lake who liked dick, who didn't want to be gay, but liked looking at dick. I was chatting it up in the SLC M4M room, and I start talking to this guy. We get around to where we went to High School, and we both went to the same one. I find out he's 2 years younger than me, and he tells me his first name is Jon. So I look through the yearbook, and there's' only two guys in his class that spell their names like that. But which one is he? Turns out, he's the cute one.   At least he was a hella cute high school sophomore.

Of course this is 20 years after I graduated, so we've both changed. 

He's very chatty on line, but is totally reluctant to meet, but we finally do. Nice guy. Still handsome, not the cute 16 year old in the class photo, but what did I expect? With a little detective work, I figure out he has a live in boyfriend, who is a dentist. How I found this out, is sort of a detective story. While chatting on line, he told me about a house he used to live in, and it was a bit colorful, by the park. I actually found the house, then went to the county recorder's office, and found out who sold it last. It turned out to be the dentist. I also looked up the dentist and drove by his current house listed, and made a phone call to the house, and left a voice message on the phone. 

I never heard from “Jon” again. 

Flash forward to the present, actually a few days ago, I see a Craigslist post from a dude that wants to know if anyone has been to one of those “group” get-togethers at a downtown hotel. Seems like there are several posts a day advertising these “hotel M4M parties." I hit the guy back, and ask him if anyone had responded. I'm curious about it too. We struck up an e-mail conversation, and found we were close to the same age, and body type. We exchanged pics and I asked him if he wanted to hook up. 

He did, and we set an appointment for Thursday morning. 

When my normal Wednesday guy canceled, I hit “Jon” up and asked if he could come this morning instead. About 8:45, he hit me back, and came over. 

Of course at the time, I didn't know it was Jon. No clue. 

When he came to the door, I thought he looked familiar, but it didn't click. I invited him in. 

I had some porn playing on the TV. We took of our pants and sat on the couch and stroked each other. His dick was the same size as mine, which I like. I asked him if he wanted to blow me, and he did. He got on his knees and did an acceptable job. Not enough suction, but head is head, and I'm not complaining. After a while, I decide I want a try. So I suck him. Nice. I can fit it almost all the way in. 

Jon is pretty touchy feely, and likes to suck my nipples, which I could take or leave, but I give him credit for trying. We do a bunch of grinding, which I've never really done before. I'm dry humping him on the floor, and I'm not sure where on his body my dick is rubbing, but it feels animalistically good, and I kind of wished he had a pussy, because I would have slipped right in. 

We did some 69, rubbing caressing and grinding, and I asked him if he could cum by being blown. “Probably not” he said, “I just want to see you get off. I like watching guys cum.” 

“So, could you blow me again?” I asked. He said “sure” in the most casual, nonchalant manner, as if he had been asked to pass the butter at dinner. 

I got in the chair, and in a few minutes he had me on the edge. I managed to tell him I was going to cum and he pulled off, and finished me by hand. 

Now it was his turn. I asked how I could help, and he said he just wanted to watch, to look at me. He furiously jacked his dick, and a nice fountain of cum was the reward. It was fun to watch. 

He very quickly found the towel and wiped up. Again with a very demure tone asked if he could use the bathroom. When he came back I was getting dressed, and he gathered up his clothes and I did the same. He couldn't find his underwear. We both looked. I was thinking he was going to accuse me of taking it. Finally I found them under the coffee table. 

As he was putting on his pants, I started to really look at his face. Again I thought he somehow looked familiar. Finally, I blurted out, “you look familiar. Did you go to blah-blah High School?” He gave me a blank stare and in the same tone as before said “Yes”. It clicked. “Are you Jon?” The same incredulous stare and the same affirmative answer. I then re-introduced myself and he warmed up just a little and we chatted for a few minutes, and then he was on his way. 

I wouldn't mind hosting Jon again. He's got a nice dick and seems like he want's to have fun. I'll bet I never hear from him again, because I might just make him uncomfortable. We'll have to see. 

Update: it's been a week. I've e-mailed Jon twice, and he's been totally silent. That's fine. Anonymous hookups are fun, but when the anonymity is gone, something changes.