Okay, this is getting weird

.

His Adam 4 Adam profile mentioned he was a "bottom" 

I may not keep this particular posting up.  After all, this is a blog about hooking up, not a place to rant about hooking up  TOO MUCH!

I'm not sure what's going on.  This is the third day in a row, I've tapped someone's ass.  I really didn't want to, but Dot came over today, and this time he wanted to do "more".

Really, I just wanted him to blow me, then go.  He gives awesome head by the way.  But I felt so guilty that I've received at least half a dozen excellent knob-jobs from the guy, and I've done NOTHING for him.  He's never taken off his shirt, yet alone his pants.


I thought I could at least play with his ass, and really, it was the least I could do.  I'm not an inconsiderate asshole......really.

After he blew me for a while, I asked him if he wanted to take off his pants.  He blushed (sort of, he's brown, so it's hard to tell) and giggles shyly, like a school girl, and dropped his pant and underwear.  Dot is from India (although his original post said he was Asian) and he's kind of pear shaped.   He's a nice guy, but not terribly attractive, to me anyway.

So, he sucked me some more, and I gave a couple of courtesy squeezes to his dick.  When I was about to cum, I pulled him off, and told him it was his turn.

I spread out the fuck blanket on the floor, and asked him to go down onto it.  He got on all fours.  I pushed his front down, so he was ass up.  And I really had to push, like when you want a dog to sit, and they don't get it, until you actually force them down.

With Dot's generous ass in the air, I lubed, then fingerd his butt-hole.

I'm sure you know what's next, and I won't go into details this time, but lets say I pulled a couple of porn star moves, and wish I had a video camera to capture it.

I didn't get off, but Dot seemed to enjoy it.  I fucked him for a solid 10 or 15 minutes.

When I got too tired from my acrobatics, I asked him if he wouldn't mind sucking me off, and he gladly did.  It felt so nice.

Now, I thought I would give it one last try to give Dot his orgasm.  I had him sit back on the couch, and I put some lube on his soft dick and stroked it with one hand, and worked his ass a bit with my other.  I couldn't even give him a hard on  (Which surprised me, because he got a pretty good boner, while I was porking his ass).

So, all this fucking has kind of got me "fucked out."  I've still got two guys that want me to fuck them in the empty apartment.  What's a slut like me to do?

Stay tuned.

Craigslist Experience #54

I sure have been pounding a lot of ass lately.  If you count two in two days a lot.  I do.

Yesterday, it was the 21 year old, and this morning it was someone closer to my age, weight and height and dick size too.

I posted  on the other day, that I had an empty rental unit, and I wanted someone to come over, to pretend to be interested and then go down on me.  I said I might even fuck them.

Soon after, Mario hit me back (see encounter #52) and I forgot to delete the “empty apartment” post.  When I got home I had a half dozen eager applicants.  Most all of them sounded like fun.  I e-mailed  back most of them to say "sorry, I messed up", but one guy kind of stood out, and we kept up the e-mail exchange, and set an appointment for this morning.

>; Sounds like a great fantasy. I come in, look around to see

> if I like the place, then start undoing your pants. I get on

> my knees and lick you balls and shaft. I'll then sit and

>lie on my back and you lift my legs up and get ready to fuck

>my already lubed ass...... Sound good to me, how about you?

>I'm a smaller guy, 5'7" 155 in good condition.

>Married professional straight looking and acting. Very

>clean. hiv dd and smoke free. 

Then, last night, we had another e-mail exhange to firm things up.  It went something like this:

>sounds like a good practice. No one has ever cum in my

>mouth. I've never been ridden bareback. Always used a

>condom. I would rather not have the condom while sucking.

>You look like a pretty good size, not sure if I can take you

>down my throat or not, but I certainly look forward to

>trying. Would you be able to do my ass if you cum in my

>mouth?

>Thanks for the pictures. 

So, this morning, I went the the empty duplex unit.  The “Applicant” arrived about 10 minutes early.  Tenant didn't play the game very well.  We had a look around, and chatted up a bit.  He was supposed to kneel before me and start undoing my pants.  Instead, he sat in the folding chair I brought over just for the occasion.

So, I just stated undoing my belt and kicking off my shoes.  I guess he took the hint, or decided he was “all in” because he said.... “Oh, I guess I'm supposed to do that” and he did kneel before me and finish the job I started.

As he lowered my pants and boxers, I stoked his hair. He was kind of a tease, licking and tasting all around my junk, even taking a couple swipes at my shaft with his tongue.   Finally he put in in his mouth.   Aaaaaah.  Nice.  Mine wasn't the first cock he's ever sucked.

He worked my pants free from my feet and forced my stance wider.  He once again departed from my dick to lick and explore the surrounding neighborhood.

I got the feeling he wanted to get to assville, which is fine with me, so I sat in the folding chair and he continued the assault.  He put his arms under my legs and spread them a bit and nibbled my taint.  I thought I could see where this was going.  He tried to get my legs up higher, but the lightweight folding chair, rocked back, and I thought I was going to be pushed over!

He let me back down, and started seriously eating my dick.  It was pretty nice, and he quit messing around.  I started down the climax trail, so I asked him if he wanted to get me off that way, or do the other thing we talked about.

He was unsure.  He said he hadn't made his mind up yet. 

Whatever dude, we can keep messing around and pretty soon, my dick will make the decision for you.

I had enough foresight to bring over a blanket and some towels.  I got up and spread the blanket on the floor.

I wanted to suck his dick, and asked him if he wanted me to.  “No, I don't really like it.”  I guess I should have tested my dominant side and told him I didn't give a shit, I was going to suck it anyway, but I just said “OK.”

He took a few more licks at my dick, then said, something like, “I gotta figure out what I want to do.”  then he proceeded to confess that he liked his ass played with.

No problem dude.  You scratch my back and I'll scratch yours.  (I say that because if I said “You suck my dick, and I'll finger your ass” doesn't' have the same ring.)

I grabbed the lube from my pants pocket and he lay on his stomach.  I tried to spread the cheeks of his small yet perfectly shaped butt.  He was kind of clenching, and I told him to relax.

I poured a small amount of astro-glide as close to his butt-hole as I could.  I next worked it in with my index finger.  Hi sphinctor wasn't nearly as tight as the butt muscles were, and my finger slid easily inside.  I worked it a bit and then added my middle finger,   he moaned and lifted his ass.  Now his cheeks were relaxed and even opend up a bit.  "Tenant applicant" was enjoying the ass play.  I switched off fingers, and thumb and stroked his dick some too.

My dick was still rock hard, and I was rubbing in on his leg and close to his crack.  I finally said, “I can't take much more of this,” and I reached over to my jeans pocket and grabbed a condom.  If Tenant had any thought about whether he wanted me to fuck him or not, he didn't express them.  The donning of the condom signaled the inevitable.

A little more lube and my dick was knocking on his back door.  He was on all fours at this point and I only encouraged him as he rocked back on my hard dick.   It didn't take long, and I was in like Flynn.

It took a while to find a good position.  He even rolled over, and he tried it missionary style.  It was a bit awkward, but we made it work, for a while.  He seemed to like it although his dick wasn't very hard.

After doing it missionary for a while, we went back to him in his belly.  I lay on top of him and fucked him in a nice steady rhythm.  I did a litte biting at the base of his neck and back, being careful not to leave marks.  I nuzzled his neck as I worked his ass with my cock.  He was moaning softly. 

I arched up and supported my torso with my arms and got into another steady rhythm that was going to take me to Cum-towne.  As I quickened my pace, he actually cooed, “yah, fuck me hard like that” and then I was almost there.

I repeated a line from one of my favorite internet porn clips “Fuck dude, I'm gonna cum” and cum I did.  Bam bam bam, the feeling swept over me, and I shot my load.  Tennant started bucking and moaning and clenching his ass in spasisms.  It felt like he was milking my cock with his ass muscles.  Holy shit, why was he only now working my dick with his magical butt0?

The reason, I soon found out, was just after I stated to lose my load, tenant started  cumming all over the blanket and was rubbing him self off while I was giving him my final thrusts.

His ass gripped me so tight he forced my cock out of his hole, while managing to hang on to the condom.

It was kind of funny, but I looked down and there was my cum covered raw dick. I looked at Tenant Applicant and saw the base of the condom hanging out of his ass!  I reached down, and pulled it out, and it didn't come out easily either.

Tenant was all breathing hard and spent, and so was I.

I used the handy towels I brought to clean my dick, and the lube from Tenant's ass.  The blanket was laden with his cum, but I can just wash that.

I had also brought some soap and bath towel, in case either of us wanted to test out the new tub shower enclosure I had recently installed.  Tenant showered while I sorted our clothes from the heap in the bedroom.  I dressed.

We shook hands, and thanked each other.

I'll be sure to hit him back.  I like the fact he's my age, and size, but he is an ass-man and I'm a mouth-man, so compromises will have to be made, however, if he's willing to scratch my back........

CL Encounter #53

Last month I posted something on Criagslist.  Not to get blown, but just to express my appreciation to all that had blown me so far.   It was like an open letter, an open "thank-you" to all the cocksuckers out there.

That post garnered several responses.  I don't know why, but it did.


One of the responses was:


 > whats up you wanna fuck around 21 here text me  801-XXX-859X


This came out of nowhere.  But, 21?  I took the bait. Couldn't resist.


This started several weeks of texting back and forth.  Texting for him. I was using the text function of Yahoo Messenger on the internet.  I can't text for shit.  Takes me forever to compose the simplest message.


Almost every night, this kid would text me.  Sometimes dirty talk, but usually mundane normal stuff  like work  and career and stuff.


I really have NO IDEA why a 21 year old would want to chat with me, yet alone hook up with me, a 47 year old guy.  Maybe he has daddy (or grandpa) issues. 


When I was 21, anyone over the age of 27 tended to creep me out.  I'm just sayin.


So,  “Brian” texts me almost nightly.  

I find out he's a server at Olive Garden.  We do the dance, and he leads me on and teases me, like all 20-somethings.  I've been down this road before, and it always leads to Flakeville.

After many a chats, I think I pissed him off, because he invited me over at some crazy hour, like midnight, and I refused.  Maybe it's not that exactly, but the next text had a decidedly cold tone to it, so I just let it drop, and I basically never heard from him again.


That brings us to yesterday. 


I responded to CL posts all day long, hoping to find that “insatiable bottom, hosting tops all day.”  I never found one.   I must have responded to 2 or 3 dozen posts, and got nowhere.  

At about 8PM, I had given up, and cracked open a beer.  I thought I might give young Brian another shot for old time's sake.


He texted me back straight away.   "Hey man, where ya been?"   I got right down to business.  “Come over here and have a beer with me and let me fuck you” I wrote.


He said said he couldn't right then, but I should come to his place later and he would let me fuck him.  So I asked about me coming over in the morning and to my utter shock, he said okay!


So, this started off a whole other hour of  “what are you going to do to me” and “do you like kissing” and chatting back and forth.  That was okay with me because I could crack another beer, and take the edge off of the “horny” and knew there was some relief in sight......in the morning.  To be honest, I was prepared for it all not to work out.  Those 20 somethings are flakes, ESPECIALLY when it comes to making then breaking advance plans.


At 6:30 this morning, after getting myself all worked up watching porn, I texted him one last time, and said I was on my way.  He hit me back.  “C U soon!”


I drove to his house in bum-fuck Egypt (pun intended) and he answered the door.


Keep in mind that I knew nothing about this kid except he was 21.  I didn't know his height, weight, body type or hair color.  On the way over I kept wondering who would open the door and be my “Mystery Date”.

Brian opened the door, and he wasn't anything like I had thought about.  I had dreamed of a small olive skinned hottie.    I had feared a tall pimple faced lurch.  

Brian was neither of these.


He had the face of a cute 12 -year-old boy.  Picture Opey Taylor, complete with short red hair, except Brian was a husky fellow.  Husky was what we called in my day.


He was boyishly cute, and just a little bit rolly-polly, with lily-white smooth skin.  He had on Basketball shorts and a t-shirt and welcomed me to his empty house.  

He was just about to move out, and there wasn't a stick of furniture.  Another young victim of the housing crisis.


We went upstairs to a bedroom which also had no furniture.  There were blankets and pillows on the floor, and a life size cutout of Zack Effron.


I took off my shoes, and one of us initiated a kiss.  We started making out, and I could feel Brian's boner poking me in the leg.


I broke off and told him to get to his knees.  He did and he unbuckled my belt and pulled down my Levis, followed quickly by my boxers.  I didn't get a chance to get my feet out before he was on my dick, sucking me off.


It felt great.


I let him give me head for a minute, before pulling him up for another kiss, where I again felt his rod against my leg.  This time, it was me who went to my knees, after freeing my feet from my pants and shorts.


I found his shorter fat cock and it was hard as a rock, pointing out and down, not up like mine.


I took it in my mouth and started sucking on it.  It was pretty good, but Brian pulled my reluctant mouth off of it and went in for more kissing.


I whispered into his ear with my hot breath “are  you ready for me to fuck you now?”


“Oh yah” he whimpered.


I pulled the condom and lube from my jeans pocket, and sheathed up.  I poured a little lube on my dick and the rest on his pucker.  I could feel very little resistance with my probing finger, so I didn't feel the need to linger with my finger, so to speak.


We tried it missionary style, but his beefy ass and legs made the positioning difficult.  I was aiming too high and couldn't get low enough to find the entrance.


I suggested we try doggy style.  He got on his hands and knees.


Once I got him to lower his ass and lean back on my cock, things started working well.  I did what I could with the dirty talk, and he started in with the moaning.  

(Fuck, I'm getting another boner just writing about it again.)


I got into a nice feeling rhythm, and reached around an massaged his leaking dick.  

A reach around is the least I could do, right?  

After a couple minutes of this, he pulled my hand away, saying he was going to cum, and didn't want to yet.  Then he moaned, “I want you to cum first, in my ass”.


That's where I was headed anyway, but it's still fun to hear.


It wasn't long before I started to get that nicey-nice feeling of impending orgasm, so I slowed my thrusts to make it last.


“Are you gonna cum?  Are you gonna cum in my ass” Brian asked, then added, “yah, fuck me, fuck my ass”.


I did the best I could to form a sentence, “yah, I'm gonna cum, but I want to make it last” I mumbled as I slowed my pace even further to stave off my climax.”


Finally, I approached the point of no return.  I wanted to talk dirty, because he said he liked it, but I could no longer speak English.  I wanted to reach up and choke him a little, but he was bigger than me and I couldn't get my arm around his neck without pulling my cock out of his ass.....and that was NOT going to happen.


All I could do was grab his short hair and pull his head back.  I pulled and scratched at his head and grunted and moaned “yah, yah” as I blasted into the condom.


“Oh, fuck yah. Yah! Oh!”  Brian moaned, either as encouragement, or because the slamming of his ass felt good, or maybe I was hurting him by pulling his hair so hard.  Maybe all three.


I stayed in his ass until I started to deflate,  moving just a little to feel that delightful extra sensitive post-climactic-sensation.


Brian turned around and removed the condom from my dick and examined the content.  He seemed pleased. 


Whatever.  I got what I had been craving.


Now for the dirty work.  I told Brian, I would get him off.  It's not that I dislike sucking cock, but I would sure rather do it when I'm horny, than when I have just cum!


Brian sat back, against the wall, and I started sucking his dick.  It wasn't bad, and I moved into the best position to try to get him off as quickly as possible.  It didn't take long. 


He stroked my hair as I sucked him and he warned me he was getting close.  Soon I felt his dick swell in my mouth and the cum spasm up his shaft.  

(Fuck that feels cool!)  

I could feel copious amounts of cum filling the back of my mouth.  Because my tongue was placed firmly on the underside of his tasty dick, I didn't taste the cum, but vapor started coming up through my nasal cavity and I could smell it.


I held his twitching dick in my mouth as long as I could.  Finally the smell of cum was going to make me gag, and I had to pull off and I spit a huge gob into the towel Brian had provided.  I caught my breath and wiped off my tongue.


Brian was content to sit back and catch his breath too.  He had  a grin on his face and he looked like a cherub sitting there.


Then the awkward part came.  Getting dressed and saying our thank-yous.


I excused my self to the bathroom to wash my hands and rinse out my mouth.


I left with minimal fanfare and drove home.


If Brian want's more, I think I'm up for it.  I'd especially like to see if he has his cocksucking merit badge or skill award.

CL Encounter #53

Last month I posted something on Criagslist.  Not to get blown, but just to express my appreciation to all that had blown me so far.   It was like an open letter, an open "thank-you to all the cocksuckers out there.

That post garnered several responses.  I don't know why, but it did.


One of the responses was:


 > whats up you wanna fuck around 21 here text me  801-XXX-859X


This came out of nowhere.  But, 21?  I took the bait. Couldn't resist.


This started several weeks of texting back and forth.  Texting for him. I was using the text function of Yahoo Messenger on the internet.  I can't text for shit.  Takes me forever to compose the simplest message.


Almost every night, this kid would text me.  Sometimes dirty talk, but usually mundane normal stuff  like work  and career and stuff.


I really have NO IDEA why a 21 year old would want to chat with me, yet alone hook up with me, a 47 year old guy.  Maybe he has daddy (or grandpa) issues. 


When I was 21, anyone over the age of 27 tended to creep me out.  I'm just sayin.


So,  “Brian” texts me almost nightly.  

I find out he's a server at Olive Garden.  We do the dance, and he leads me on and teases me, like all 20-somethings.  I've been down this road before, and it always leads to Flakeville.

After many a chats, I think I pissed him off, because he invited me over at some crazy hour, like midnight, and I refused.  Maybe it's not that exactly, but the next text had a decidedly cold tone to it, so I just let it drop, and I basically never heard from him again.


That brings us to yesterday. 


I responded to CL posts all day long, hoping to find that “insatiable bottom, hosting tops all day.”  I never found one.   I must have responded to 2 or 3 dozen posts, and got nowhere.  

At about 8PM, I had given up, and cracked open a beer.  I thought I might give young Brian another shot for old time's sake.


He texted me back straight away.   "Hey man, where ya been?"   I got right down to business.  “Come over here and have a beer with me and let me fuck you” I wrote.


He said said he couldn't right then, but I should come to his place later and he would let me fuck him.  So I asked about me coming over in the morning and to my utter shock, he said okay!


So, this started off a whole other hour of  “what are you going to do to me” and “do you like kissing” and chatting back and forth.  That was okay with me because I could crack another beer, and take the edge off of the “horny” and knew there was some relief in sight......in the morning.  To be honest, I was prepared for it all not to work out.  Those 20 somethings are flakes, ESPECIALLY when it comes to making then breaking advance plans.


At 6:30 this morning, after getting myself all worked up watching porn, I texted him one last time, and said I was on my way.  He hit me back.  “C U soon!”


I drove to his house in bum-fuck Egypt (pun intended) and he answered the door.


Keep in mind that I knew nothing about this kid except he was 21.  I didn't know his height, weight, body type or hair color.  On the way over I kept wondering who would open the door and be my “Mystery Date”.

Brian opened the door, and he wasn't anything like I had thought about.  I had dreamed of a small olive skinned hottie.    I had feared a tall pimple faced lurch.  

Brian was neither of these.


He had the face of a cute 12 -year-old boy.  Picture Opey Taylor, complete with short red hair, except Brian was a husky fellow.  Husky was what we called in my day.


He was boyishly cute, and just a little bit rolly-polly, with lily-white smooth skin.  He had on Basketball shorts and a t-shirt and welcomed me to his empty house.  

He was just about to move out, and there wasn't a stick of furniture.  Another young victim of the housing crisis.


We went upstairs to a bedroom which also had no furniture.  There were blankets and pillows on the floor, and a life size cutout of Zack Effron.


I took off my shoes, and one of us initiated a kiss.  We started making out, and I could feel Brian's boner poking me in the leg.


I broke off and told him to get to his knees.  He did and he unbuckled my belt and pulled down my Levis, followed quickly by my boxers.  I didn't get a chance to get my feet out before he was on my dick, sucking me off.


It felt great.


I let him give me head for a minute, before pulling him up for another kiss, where I again felt his rod against my leg.  This time, it was me who went to my knees, after freeing my feet from my pants and shorts.


I found his shorter fat cock and it was hard as a rock, pointing out and down, not up like mine.


I took it in my mouth and started sucking on it.  It was pretty good, but Brian pulled my reluctant mouth off of it and went in for more kissing.


I whispered into his ear with my hot breath “are  you ready for me to fuck you now?”


“Oh yah” he whimpered.


I pulled the condom and lube from my jeans pocket, and sheathed up.  I poured a little lube on my dick and the rest on his pucker.  I could feel very little resistance with my probing finger, so I didn't feel the need to linger with my finger, so to speak.


We tried it missionary style, but his beefy ass and legs made the positioning difficult.  I was aiming too high and couldn't get low enough to find the entrance.


I suggested we try doggy style.  He got on his hands and knees.


Once I got him to lower his ass and lean back on my cock, things started working well.  I did what I could with the dirty talk, and he started in with the moaning.  

(Fuck, I'm getting another boner just writing about it again.)


I got into a nice feeling rhythm, and reached around an massaged his leaking dick.  

A reach around is the least I could do, right?  

After a couple minutes of this, he pulled my hand away, saying he was going to cum, and didn't want to yet.  Then he moaned, “I want you to cum first, in my ass”.


That's where I was headed anyway, but it's still fun to hear.


It wasn't long before I started to get that nicey-nice feeling of impending orgasm, so I slowed my thrusts to make it last.


“Are you gonna cum?  Are you gonna cum in my ass” Brian asked, then added, “yah, fuck me, fuck my ass”.


I did the best I could to form a sentence, “yah, I'm gonna cum, but I want to make it last” I mumbled as I slowed my pace even further to stave off my climax.”


Finally, I approached the point of no return.  I wanted to talk dirty, because he said he liked it, but I could no longer speak English.  I wanted to reach up and choke him a little, but he was bigger than me and I couldn't get my arm around his neck without pulling my cock out of his ass.....and that was NOT going to happen.


All I could do was grab his short hair and pull his head back.  I pulled and scratched at his head and grunted and moaned “yah, yah” as I blasted into the condom.


“Oh, fuck yah. Yah! Oh!”  Brian moaned, either as encouragement, or because the slamming of his ass felt good, or maybe I was hurting him by pulling his hair so hard.  Maybe all three.


I stayed in his ass until I started to deflate,  moving just a little to feel that delightful extra sensitive post-climactic-sensation.


Brian turned around and removed the condom from my dick and examined the content.  He seemed pleased. 


Whatever.  I got what I had been craving.


Now for the dirty work.  I told Brian, I would get him off.  It's not that I dislike sucking cock, but I would sure rather do it when I'm horny, than when I have just cum!


Brian sat back, against the wall, and I started sucking his dick.  It wasn't bad, and I moved into the best position to try to get him off as quickly as possible.  It didn't take long. 


He stroked my hair as I sucked him and he warned me he was getting close.  Soon I felt his dick swell in my mouth and the cum spasm up his shaft.  

(Fuck that feels cool!)  

I could feel copious amounts of cum filling the back of my mouth.  Because my tongue was placed firmly on the underside of his tasty dick, I didn't taste the cum, but vapor started coming up through my nasal cavity and I could smell it.


I held his twitching dick in my mouth as long as I could.  Finally the smell of cum was going to make me gag, and I had to pull off and I spit a huge gob into the towel Brian had provided.  I caught my breath and wiped off my tongue.


Brian was content to sit back and catch his breath too.  He had  a grin on his face and he looked like a cherub sitting there.


Then the awkward part came.  Getting dressed and saying our thank-yous.


I excused my self to the bathroom to wash my hands and rinse out my mouth.


I left with minimal fanfare and drove home.


If Brian want's more, I think I'm up for it.  I'd especially like to see if he has his cocksucking merit badge or skill award.

CL Encounter #53

Last month I posted something on Criagslist.  Not to get blown, but just to express my appreciation to all that had blown me so far.   It was like an open letter, an open "thank-you to all the cocksuckers out there.

That post garnered several responses.  I don't know why, but it did.

One of the responses was:

 > whats up you wanna fuck around 21 here text me  801-XXX-859X

This came out of nowhere.  But, 21?  I took the bait. Couldn't resist.

This started several weeks of texting back and forth.  Texting for him. I was using the text function of Yahoo Messenger on the internet.  I can't text for shit.  Takes me forever to compose the simplest message.

Almost every night, this kid would text me.  Sometimes dirty talk, but usually mundane normal stuff  like work  and career and stuff.

I really have NO IDEA why a 21 year old would want to chat with me, yet alone hook up with me, a 47 year old guy.  Maybe he has daddy (or grandpa) issues. 

When I was 21, anyone over the age of 27 tended to creep me out.  I'm just sayin.

So,  “Brian” texts me almost nightly.  

I find out he's a server at Olive Garden.  We do the dance, and he leads me on and teases me, like all 20-somethings.  I've been down this road before, and it always leads to Flakeville.

After many a chats, I think I pissed him off, because he invited me over at some crazy hour, like midnight, and I refused.  Maybe it's not that exactly, but the next text had a decidedly cold tone to it, so I just let it drop, and I basically never heard from him again.

That brings us to yesterday. 

I responded to CL posts all day long, hoping to find that “insatiable bottom, hosting tops all day.”  I never found one.   I must have responded to 2 or 3 dozen posts, and got nowhere.  

At about 8PM, I had given up, and cracked open a beer.  I thought I might give young Brian another shot for old time's sake.

He texted me back straight away.   "Hey man, where ya been?"   I got right down to business.  “Come over here and have a beer with me and let me fuck you” I wrote.

He said said he couldn't right then, but I should come to his place later and he would let me fuck him.  So I asked about me coming over in the morning and to my utter shock, he said okay!

So, this started off a whole other hour of  “what are you going to do to me” and “do you like kissing” and chatting back and forth.  That was okay with me because I could crack another beer, and take the edge off of the “horny” and knew there was some relief in sight......in the morning.  To be honest, I was prepared for it all not to work out.  Those 20 somethings are flakes, ESPECIALLY when it comes to making then breaking advance plans.

At 6:30 this morning, after getting myself all worked up watching porn, I texted him one last time, and said I was on my way.  He hit me back.  “C U soon!”

I drove to his house in bum-fuck Egypt (pun intended) and he answered the door.

Keep in mind that I knew nothing about this kid except he was 21.  I didn't know his height, weight, body type or hair color.  On the way over I kept wondering who would open the door and be my “Mystery Date”.

Brian opened the door, and he wasn't anything like I had thought about.  I had dreamed of a small olive skinned hottie.    I had feared a tall pimple faced lurch.  

Brian was neither of these.

He had the face of a cute 12 -year-old boy.  Picture Opey Taylor, complete with short red hair, except Brian was a husky fellow.  Husky was what we called in my day.

He was boyishly cute, and just a little bit rolly-polly, with lily-white smooth skin.  He had on Basketball shorts and a t-shirt and welcomed me to his empty house.  

He was just about to move out, and there wasn't a stick of furniture.  Another young victim of the housing crisis.

We went upstairs to a bedroom which also had no furniture.  There were blankets and pillows on the floor, and a life size cutout of Zack Effron.

I took off my shoes, and one of us initiated a kiss.  We started making out, and I could feel Brian's boner poking me in the leg.

I broke off and told him to get to his knees.  He did and he unbuckled my belt and pulled down my Levis, followed quickly by my boxers.  I didn't get a chance to get my feet out before he was on my dick, sucking me off.

It felt great.

I let him give me head for a minute, before pulling him up for another kiss, where I again felt his rod against my leg.  This time, it was me who went to my knees, after freeing my feet from my pants and shorts.

I found his shorter fat cock and it was hard as a rock, pointing out and down, not up like mine.

I took it in my mouth and started sucking on it.  It was pretty good, but Brian pulled my reluctant mouth off of it and went in for more kissing.

I whispered into his ear with my hot breath “are  you ready for me to fuck you now?”

“Oh yah” he whimpered.

I pulled the condom and lube from my jeans pocket, and sheathed up.  I poured a little lube on my dick and the rest on his pucker.  I could feel very little resistance with my probing finger, so I didn't feel the need to linger with my finger, so to speak.

We tried it missionary style, but his beefy ass and legs made the positioning difficult.  I was aiming too high and couldn't get low enough to find the entrance.

I suggested we try doggy style.  He got on his hands and knees.

Once I got him to lower his ass and lean back on my cock, things started working well.  I did what I could with the dirty talk, and he started in with the moaning.  

(Fuck, I'm getting another boner just writing about it again.)

I got into a nice feeling rhythm, and reached around an massaged his leaking dick.  

A reach around is the least I could do, right?  

After a couple minutes of this, he pulled my hand away, saying he was going to cum, and didn't want to yet.  Then he moaned, “I want you to cum first, in my ass”.

That's where I was headed anyway, but it's still fun to hear.

It wasn't long before I started to get that nicey-nice feeling of impending orgasm, so I slowed my thrusts to make it last.

“Are you gonna cum?  Are you gonna cum in my ass” Brian asked, then added, “yah, fuck me, fuck my ass”.

I did the best I could to form a sentence, “yah, I'm gonna cum, but I want to make it last” I mumbled as I slowed my pace even further to stave off my climax.”

Finally, I approached the point of no return.  I wanted to talk dirty, because he said he liked it, but I could no longer speak English.  I wanted to reach up and choke him a little, but he was bigger than me and I couldn't get my arm around his neck without pulling my cock out of his ass.....and that was NOT going to happen.

All I could do was grab his short hair and pull his head back.  I pulled and scratched at his head and grunted and moaned “yah, yah” as I blasted into the condom.

“Oh, fuck yah. Yah! Oh!”  Brian moaned, either as encouragement, or because the slamming of his ass felt good, or maybe I was hurting him by pulling his hair so hard.  Maybe all three.

I stayed in his ass until I started to deflate,  moving just a little to feel that delightful extra sensitive post-climactic-sensation.

Brian turned around and removed the condom from my dick and examined the content.  He seemed pleased. 

Whatever.  I got what I had been craving.

Now for the dirty work.  I told Brian, I would get him off.  It's not that I dislike sucking cock, but I would sure rather do it when I'm horny, than when I have just cum!

Brian sat back, against the wall, and I started sucking his dick.  It wasn't bad, and I moved into the best position to try to get him off as quickly as possible.  It didn't take long. 

He stroked my hair as I sucked him and he warned me he was getting close.  Soon I felt his dick swell in my mouth and the cum spasm up his shaft.  

(Fuck that feels cool!)  

I could feel copious amounts of cum filling the back of my mouth.  Because my tongue was placed firmly on the underside of his tasty dick, I didn't taste the cum, but vapor started coming up through my nasal cavity and I could smell it.

I held his twitching dick in my mouth as long as I could.  Finally the smell of cum was going to make me gag, and I had to pull off and I spit a huge gob into the towel Brian had provided.  I caught my breath and wiped off my tongue.

Brian was content to sit back and catch his breath too.  He had  a grin on his face and he looked like a cherub sitting there.

Then the awkward part came.  Getting dressed and saying our thank-yous.

I excused my self to the bathroom to wash my hands and rinse out my mouth.

I left with minimal fanfare and drove home.

If Brian want's more, I think I'm up for it.  I'd especially like to see if he has his cocksucking merit badge or skill award.