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.
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 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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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