CL Encounter #70

Okay.  Maybe things are getting out of control.

I had a bj today.  That has a story, but the real story of today came from a strange e-mail I received.

I'm not sure where to start.

Last weekend, I got a nice BJ from a guy that had a stroke....read CL Enounter #68.

Over the last week, we made plans for a repeat performance tomorrow (Sunday) morning at 7:00 AM. 

Today (Saturday), I sent a message to "Gene" and said I was looking forward to tomorrow morning.

This is the message I got back.

> From: "Gene"
> Subject: Re: Sunday morning
> To: "Jack" 

> Jack we should not do this, sorry but this will not work.

Okay.  What ever.  He claimed to be married.  I chalked it up to spousal guilt.

So, with the promise of a Sunday morning BJ dashed, I got busy looking for some relief tonight.  I posted on CL for a NSA BJ:

One sided deal - m4m

Selfish dude here. I just want to come over, or have you come here and you can suck me off. Spit or swallow, I don't care. Drop trou and jack off, I don't care, just spend the 15 or 20 minutes it takes to get me off please.

Normal average smaller guy here. Looking for clean, DDF like myself. Happy to send/trade pics or more info.

I got several hits.

I settled on a guy named  "Dan" and he came over and blew me.

Dan was bigger than I prefer, 6'2 and 200+ lbs, but whatever.  I just wanted to get sucked off, then be on my own to watch TV and drink beer.

I showered, Dan came over.

He sucked me.  Took a break to suck on my nipples.

He sucked me some more.  Took a break and did some crotch exploration with his mouth.

He Blew me some more. Took a break to go blow his nose.

His pants were on, but unbuckled and lowered.

I don't' know.  It was good, when he paid attention, but he would get distracted and try other stuff I wasn't interested in.

Finally, I got close and I finally cummed.  He was giving me a spitty hand job at the time, so I didn't actually cum in his mouth, but as far as hand jobs go, it was pretty good.

I thought maybe I should offer him to get off, although I was now in no mood to help out.

He jacked off.

I tried to muster some enthusiasm, and stroke his balls.  I wasn't into it.  


I tried to twist his nipples.  I wasn't into it. 

About 5 minutes later, he still hadn't cum yet, and for some reason, he wanted to suck me some more.  I wasn't into it.

Fuck, I just wanted him to leave.  Quit trying to pleasure me and just leave all ready!

Finally, he pulled off, pulled up his pants, and bailed.  Bout time!

Which brings me to the weird E-mail.

I just got this message from the the Stroke guy's e-mail address"

> From: Gene
> Subject: Re: Sunday morning
> To: "Jack"

> jack
>
> he is just worried about you meeting me .... but if your
> intrested still call my cell number 801-XXX-3328
>
> scott


WTF ??

So, what's the deal??

I guessing stroke guy, doesn't have a wife.  Maybe he has a husband or boyfriend.  Maybe this boyfriend, "scott",  stumbled upon "Gene's" e-mail account.  The weird thing is that the message was signed by someone named "scott" and "scott" said to call him on his cell.  THAT cell number is the same number that I called "Gene" on last weekend.

Remember that I said:
"As I walked up the hallway to the bedroom, I was hoping he wasn't going to jump up off of the couch and stab me in the back with a knife, and luckily, he didn't."

Well, maybe my instincts were correct, and Gene/Scott is some kind of crazy schizophrenic .

Fuck.

I gotta re-think this whole thing.  I hope my dick will go along  with my decision.

CL Encounter #70

Okay.  Maybe things are getting out of control.

I had a bj today.  That has a story, but the real story of today came from a strange e-mail I received.

I'm not sure where to start.

Last weekend, I got a nice BJ from a guy that had a stroke....read CL Enounter #68.

Over the last week, we made plans for a repeat performance Sunday morning at 7:00 AM.  

I sent a message to "Gene" and said I was looking forward to tomorrow morning.

This is the message I got back.

> From: "Gene"
> Subject: Re: Sunday morning
> To: "Jack" 

> Jack we should not do this, sorry but this will not work.

Okay.  What ever.  He claimed to be married.  I chalked it up to spousal guilt.

So, with the promise of a Sunday morning BJ dashed, I got busy looking for some relief.  I posted on CL for a NSA BJ:

One sided deal - m4m

Selfish dude here. I just want to come over, or have you come here and you can suck me off. Spit or swallow, I don't care. Drop trou and jack off, I don't care, just spend the 15 or 20 minutes it takes to get me off please.

Normal average smaller guy here. Looking for clean, DDF like myself. Happy to send/trade pics or more info.

I got several hits.

I settled on a guy named  "Dan" and he came over and blew me.

Dan was bigger than I prefer, 6'2 and 200+ lbs, but whatever.  I just wanted to get sucked off, then be on my own to watch TV and drink beer.

I showered, Dan came over.  

He sucked me then took a break to suck on my nipples.  

He sucked me some more.  Took a break and did some crotch exploration with his mouth.  

He Blew me some more, and then took a break to go blow his nose. 

His pants were on, but unbuckled and lowered.  

I don't' know.  It was good, when he paid attention, but he would get distracted and try other stuff I wasn't interested in.

Finally, I got close and cummed.  He was giving me a spitty hand job at the time, so I didn't actually cum in his mouth, but as far as hand jobs go, it was pretty good.

I thought I should offer him to get off, although I was now in no mood to help out.

He jacked off.  

I tried to muster some enthusiasm, an stroke his balls.  I wasn't into it.  

I tried to twist his nipples, but I really wasn't into it.  

About 5 minutes later, he still hadn't cum yet, and for some reason, he wanted to suck me some more.  I wasn't into it.

Fuck, I just wanted him to leave.  Quit trying to pleasure me and just leave all ready!

Finally, he pulled off, pulled up his pants, and bailed.  

Bout time!

Which brings me to the weird E-mail.

I just got this message from the the Stroke guy's e-mail address"

> From: Gene 
> Subject: Re: Sunday morning
> To: "Jack" 

> jack
> 
> he is just worried about you meeting me .... but if you're
> intrested still call my cell number 801-XXX-3328
> 
> scott


WTF ??

So, what's the deal.

I guessing stroke guy, doesn't have a wife.  Maybe he has a husband or boyfriend.  Maybe this boyfriend, "scott,"  stumbled upon "Gene's" e-mail account.  The weird thing is that the message was signed by someone named "scott" and "scott" said to call him on his cell.  THAT cell number is the same number that I called "Gene" on last weekend.

Remember that I said:

"As I walked up the hallway to the bedroom, I was hoping he wasn't going to jump up off of the couch and stab me in the back with a knife, and luckily, he didn't."

Well, maybe my instincts were correct, and Gene/Scott is some kind of crazy schizophrenic .

Fuck.

I gotta re-think this whole thing.  I hope my dick will go along  with my decision.

CL Encounter #69

69.  Not my favorite number but a good one.

GI Joe just got through sucking me off.  Gawd it was nice.

He wasn't a pro or anything.  He claims I was his third dick.  He must have learned pretty good from the other two.  I guess if you have your own penis, it's not too hard to figure out what makes it tick.

So, yesterday, I posted  and this 41 year old guy hits me back.

>How soon would you like this to happen?

>I've been craving a cock in my mouth as long as it is clean.

We made plans to hook up but couldn't get the timing right.

>Now  my ex dropped my daughter off.

>I still want to but don't know where or how

>with my daughter here. Your cock looks really

>good and I want your cum.

Well shit.  He want's my cum?  I want to give it to him!  I tell him to hit me back if the situation changes.  He says:

>I will absolutely. I want it really bad. I know you do too.

So, this morning he hits me with:

>I will be available after 4 today if you still are

>needing to blow your load in a mouth.

Some back and forth e-mails happen, and we put the deal together. He comes over to my house.  Now, He never sent me any photos of him, I only know he's 41, but I Googled his e-mail address, and found a pic of him on Facebook.

The guy that showed up tonight didn't look much like I expected. He was much thinner than he looked in this photo.

He was about my size, or the size I was a year ago before hitting the gym.  He had close cropped soft brown hair, under a baseball cap.  No sign of graying or balding.  I'm not sure why he hides it under the ball cap.  He was dressed in casual clothes and drove an basic Ford Hatchback.

He was pretty quiet and soft spoken.  I say this because, after blowing me, he didn't bolt for the door, and I didn't usher him out.  I drank a beer, he drank a Coke and we talked for about a half hour.

Here is how it went down.

He rang the bell, I answered the door and invited him in.  He asked to use the restroom and I heard him take a piss.  I used this time to sit on the couch, take off my Wranglers and try to work up a boner through my blue plaid boxers, while watching some downloaded twink porn on the TV.

He emerged, and I tried to ask if he wanted to take off any clothes, or if he wanted to get off, but he shyly said, "no, that's okay, I'm good."

I stood up and removed the boxer shorts and GI Joe, knelt in front of me and went to work.

He used a lot more hand than I would have preferred, but all in all it was pretty good.  Not once did I feel any teeth, but then again, he never really took me too deep.

At one point, I removed his hand from the base of my dick and placed it on my leg.  He left if there for a couple of minutes, but it later found it's way back to my cock.

I loved the feeling of his soft hair as I guided him deeper onto my cock a couple of times.  I would have liked to spent more time petting it, but I didn't want him to get too creeped out if I went all "gay" on him.  I'm still trying to sort all of this shit out myself.

A couple times he got brave, and fondled my small nut sack.  I vocalized my approval, but it didn't continue long.

So, with the sight of GI Joe sucking my rod, and some visual aids of the twink porn, I was able to bust my nut in the usual 15 or so minutes.

I announced that I was cumming, and Joe didn't pull off.  I didn't expect him to, but you never know.

He milked me until I couldn't take it any more, and it was naturally smooth and gentile, and it was sheer pleasure pumping my load into his mouth.

I guess he must like the taste of cum, because I offered him a candy or gum, which I keep on the coffee table in the living room....but he wasn't interested.

I was panting and breathing heavy, thanking him, offering him candy, and trying to put my clothes and my dignity on all at the same time.

As I said before....he didn't bolt for the door, so I offered him a drink (he chose Coke), and I cracked a beer.

I like Joe.  I offered to return the favor, so we will see if he wants me to blow him in the future.

I wouldn't mind it.  He seems like a nice normal guy.

CL Encounter #68

Looking for head is hard work sometimes.

I answered this post:

> Looking to suck a Man Dry - m4m - 36 (Downtown)
> Reply to: pers-umfzq-1620501008@craigslist.org
>
> Looking to suck a cock dry. Feed me your hot juicy load!
> very discreet,clean and disease free. Please b fit clean and
> masc.email me your stats.

Long story short.  It was a guy that worked for an airline.  He had blown me before;  Asian dude, and he gave pretty good head.

We made plans for me to come to his hotel room (which I love).  I told him I'd be there about 11:40.

I arrived at 11:37, knocked on the door.  No answer.

WTF?

I left the hotel, got to my car, then thought I'd give it another try.  I went back and knocked again.  It was now exactly 11:40.

Nothing.

Fucker.  Maybe I wasn't who he thought I was.

I really felt like an ass standing outside the hotel room door.  I just knew the guy inside was looking out the peep hole, waiting for me to leave.  (Mother-fucking-ass-wipe!)

I got home and e-mailed him.

10 minutes later he hit me back.  He went to the lobby for coffee.  Sorry.  Please come back and let me blow you.

I gave him the silent treatment.  Fuck-stick.  I was pissed.  Pissed and horny.

I spied another post:

> eager mouth for older cock - 45 (rosepark)
> Reply to: pers-xtdjm-1620565241@craigslist.org
>
> clean cut guy looking to swallow, i am 170 lbs 5'7, you
> white, masculine come in , slide in. i work your cock and
> balls no reciprocation needed. please be aggressive.

I hit him back and put the deal together.  He lives close by.  Instead of an address, he gave me a cell phone number.  I texted him from Yahoo.  Instead of texting me his address, he told me to call him.  I'm not sure why, maybe he just wanted to hear the sound of my sweet voice.

Once I talked on the phone with him, he was very forthcoming with his address, so I drove over.

When I knocked on the door of a modest but tidy brick house in Rose Park I heard him call, "come in".

I went in the front door, and there was a guy sitting on the couch.  I introduced myself, and he said that I mentioned porn in my e-mail (I did) and said he had some porn playing in the bedroom and to go on back, and he pointed the way.

As I walked up the hallway to the bedroom, I was hoping he wasn't going to jump up off of the couch and stab me in the back with a knife, and luckily, he didn't.

I got tot the bedroom and took off my jacket and hung it on the bed post.  Some gay porn was playing on the small TV monitor.  Gene walked in, and I notice he had a limp, and  he held his hand funny, like one side of him was kind of paralyzed.

He apologized for his gate, and I asked if he had had a stroke.  He said he did, about 4 years ago.  It didn't bother me.

I took off my shoes and pants and got up on the high four-post bed.  I laid back on the pillows and Gene went to work and quickly got me hard.

His blow job was great, and he had a fantastic deep throat technique, where he would go all the way down and then caress the underside of my cock with his tongue and send me to heaven.  The problem is that it would only last less 20 or 30 seconds, before he came up for air.

So, to make a long story short, he blew me for about 15 minutes, and I blew my load in his mouth.  I gave him some warning and he swallowed my 4 day load without complaint.

My only complaint was the semi-aggressive cock sucking while cumming.  I prefer a gentle, almost non-existent, sucking or tonguing action while I empty my load.  A gentile touch while I'm super sensitive is so wonderfully exquisite.

I guess beggars can't be choosers.

Over all, a good experience, but there was something odd about that guy, maybe it was just the stroke.

CL Encounter #67

It's not that often that I post an ad on Craigslist, usually I just respond.  Today, I decided I needed to get sucked off, and nobody was posting.  I decided I had better take matters into my own hands, either that, or take my dick into my own hands.

I posted.

Withing 5 minutes of posting, I got two responses.  I was blown away, because one of the guys was this super hot 36 year old.  Read about him in my CL Encounter #16.

I hit "Peter" back, but he just ignored me.  The Craigslist version of "thanks, but no-thanks."

The next dude was a 24 year old kid in West Valley.  He wanted pics and stats and asked where I was.  When I sent him the required info, he politely came back with "that's too far away."

Well, I appreciate him getting back to me.  But I posted where I was, and how old I was, he shouldn't have been expecting anything different.

I had already "deleted" the post, figuring one of the two guys would come through, but when it didn't happen, I tried to re-post it.  The system said it had been reposted, but for an hour, when I clicked on the post, it said, "deleted by author", so I fucking re-posted.  I was horny and wanted head!

Nothing happened.  No responses.  I finally just removed the  "early morning head" posts, and re posted: "blow me at/for lunch - m4m - 47 (Sugarhouse)" and I left for work.

This time, I got 2 guys interested again.  I had to check the e-mails at work, which is pretty risky, I think.

Maverick

I put the deal together with a guy who sent a pic.  Maverick. I couldn't see his face because of the flash in the mirror, but he had a nice body.


We met at my house at 12:15.  Actually he was early, and I was busy tidying up.  I didn't want to appear a slob!

Maverick claimed to be newly divorced and he also seemed to be pretty straight.  He had on some slacks and a plaid long sleeve work shirt over a t-shirt.  A tiny amount of chit-chat, and I pulled off my pants.  I asked him if he wanted to get undressed.  Nope.  Just wanted to get me off and get going.

Okay, fine by me.

He was very unemotional about blowing me.  On his knees while I sat on the couch watching some blow-job porn.

He didn't touch me with his hands, except occasionally to put my dick back in his mouth.  His blow job was average, and it took me a long time to cum.  I guess I never really appreciated all the other guys who stroke my nuts, or taint, or rub my torso.  Now that it wasn't happening, I guess I appreciate that more.  Maverick just sucked.  His hands on either side of my waist, elbows bent at 90 degrees, as though he was doing push ups.

I took my cue from him, and didn't try to get too touchy-feely.  Just one hand planted firmly on one shoulder for encouragement.

It took awhile, but finally I unloaded in Mavericks mouth.

We didn't discuss where I was going to cum, and I was too busy concentrating on my blow job to bring it up.  I did manage to announce that I was going to cum, just a nano-second before squirting my gob into his mouth.

Thank god he didn't pull off.  He didn't even change pace, just kept bobbing on my squirting dick until I couldn't take it anymore.

I said "easy, easy buddy" and he slowed the blow job, but still didn't pull off until I started to go soft.  I got to give him credit there.

As I panted and came down from my orgasm high, I said "there's a towel right there...." I expected him to spit into it, but he just tossed it to me and headed to the kitchen where he spit and rinsed.

I dressed, and instead of leaving, we had a little chat about Anal sex.  I think he wanted to try it, and I gave him a limited account of my limited experience.  I touched on the part about being clean and preparation.  I don't think he had ever thought about that before.  He said he was gong to read up on it.

Who knows, maybe he'll hit me back and ask me to give him an enema and tap his ass.

CL Encounter #66

It's a weird day. 

I actually had a "gay" date this morning.  A brunch date.  A brunch date at Dee's Family Restaurant, with a dude.  It had disaster written all over it.

Actually, I don't think I'd call it a date.  Let's say it was a "meeting."

Last week, I posted this on Craigslist:

> Any other confused guys out there?
> I am not even sure why I'm posting. Not sure who might
> reply. I've been experimenting with guys for a short
> time, and I like it. Wondering what might come next. Now
> that I've opened Pandora's box, I'm not sure
> what is ahead. Things were so very much simpler before
> Craigslist. More simple but certainly much more boring. What
> comes after fun quick sexual hook ups? A relationship?
> I'm not even sure how that works with another guy.
> Surely most guys get together not via Craigslist, but by
> .....dating? Clubs? The sauna at 24 hour fitness? I
> don't know. It's such a mystery to me. 
> Maybe my gay/bi mentor, guidance counselor, guardian angel
> is watching these posts and will get back to me. Maybe
> you've read this post and thought, "Shit, that
> could be me!" Either way, get back to me. Maybe be can
> figure it out, or maybe we just hook up and try again
> tomorrow. Either way, it's all good. 


Strangely enough, I got four or five very well crafted responses.  I responded back to all of them.

One guy stood out.  Funny and thoughtful, clever e-mails are my weakspot.  Right Brannis?

So, for a few days there was some playful e-mail banter, and he wants to meet.  Our schedules conflict until Sunday noon-ish, so we decide a cheap breakfast is in order.

Bottom line?  No love connection.  He's looking for love.  I'm looking for friends with benefits.  Maybe, that's benefits with friends.  Okay, the friend part is also optional.  Benefits are not.

So, I didn't look for a BJ this morning, just in case my new e-mail bud wanted to come over and check out my boxer shorts after breakfast.  As it turns out, he didn't.

So, I came home and hit the Craigslist.  I Responded to a bunch of posts, and got nothing.  I did some projects, some laundry, came back the computer and tried to find a cocksucker again.

This time, I had three guys interested.  Two from Craiglist and one from Adam 4 Adam.  The 30 year old cocksucker in a downtown hotel flaked out, so that left "Pussylips" from A4A and some TALLGUY  from Craigslist.

Pussylips was the first to commit, so I gave him my address.  As I recall he was 50 something and was wearing a rather large metal bracelet or cockring on his rather large penis in his profile photo.

He showed up and he looked just like his photo.  He started unpacking gear from the pocket of his cargo pants.  The clunky cock ring came out, there was some lube, a bottle of poppers, and god knows what else.

He got completely undressed and started to gear up.  I sat on the couch with my pants off waiting my my blowjob.

He knelt down and went to work.  Very gingerly at first.  Kissing and licking.  Finally after about two minutes of this nonsense, he went down on me in earnest.

It was pretty good.  Warm.  Moist.  Good suction and tongue action.  This guy had sucked cock before.  His technique wasn't as stimulating as some, that just meant a longer blow job for me.  This one took a half hour.

A half hour of bliss.

Pussylips had a full head of curly salt and pepper hair, just the right length for pulling on.  He started making whimpering noises at one point, so I kind of fucked his mouth a bit.  At this point the whimpering got louder, so I assumed he liked things a little more aggressive.

I took my que and stood up and started fucking his mouth in earnest.  Now Pussylips was whimpering like crazy, so I just pulled his hair harder.

When I sat back down, he verbalized how much he loved that.

I was flattered, but whatever...... I pulled his head back down on my cock to signal that talk time was over, suck time was in session.

I was watching my favorite twink porn on the TV, fantasizing that I was the one getting blown by these barely legal age Euro-hotties.    It was working, because I could feel my cum start to rise.  

The scene ended and I hadn't cum yet, so I pulled Pussylips off my cock long enough to grab the remote and rewind to my favorite part.

Pussylips was jacking himself off, and sucking me at the same time.  I had warned him earlier, not to cum until I did, and reminded him of this.  He whimpered,  "um-huh" and went back to work.

Eventually he brought me to the brink of no return, and I told him so,  and with that I unloaded in his mouth.

He expertly swallowed my cum, kept sucking me off and then blew his load on the blanket he was kneeling on.  I like to think it was the taste of my cum that sent him over the brink.

I was spent, and just lay back while Pussylips excused himself to the bathroom to clean up, and probably de-gear.  While he was dressing, I used the bathroom and lay my dick in the sink to wash it.

Later I sent him a message on A4A.

Hey Man.  Send me an e-mail sometime.  I wouldn't mind that kind of service a couple times a month.

Jack.

He hit me back:

Pussylips: Most excellent
I loved sucking your Caesar cock - it takes what it wants and loves taking it.


801 556-XXXX
Call me anytime.
Leaving for 10 days this Thursday



I'm not exactly sure what that means, but I'm pretty sure I'll get another blow job out of it.

The Phone Call

So, the sound quality here sucks.  I tested the Skype recording plug-in and it worked well, on a Skype call, but not so good on a Skype to landline call.

Discussions are in place to try again and improve on the technical difficulties.

On a side note, do I have a gay voice?

CL Encounter #64 B

Okay. I'm not sure that I want to even write about CL encounter 64B. Why am I not calling it #65??

I guess, because I didn't cum. Should that be the definition of and "encounter?"

Last weekend, I chatted with a guy on "Adam 4 Adam". The guys was good looking, had a body to die for, was in his early 40s AND had a nice big penis.

Yet, for some reason, he wanted to chat it up with me. AND, he wanted to come over.

Then, all of a sudden, he disappeared. Typical flake. He obviously found someone better.

So, today, I get on A4A, and he hits me right away. "Am I free to play?".

Sure.

"NOW?"

Sure.

A few back and forth e-mails and comes over. Not quite as good looking as his photos (all with sunglasses) but with every bit the killer bod.

He dove in like a maddened porn star. Crazy porn-like aggressive kissing, Animalistic noises. He asked if I had a bed, as it was cold downstairs on the vinyl living room couch.

We took the game upstairs to the bedroom.

I wanted head. He would blow me, but only for a couple minutes. He seemed to be happier jerking us both off.

I blew him more that he blew me.

Finally, while I was sucking him off, he started fucking my mouth. I felt bad because I could feel his nice sized cock scraping my teeth, but he wouldn't relax and let me do it my way, he had to force his cock in and out of my toothy mouth.

He announced he was going to cum, and I decided to let him. It wasn't huge and I tried my best to swallow it. I need practice with that

I did a pretty good job, and then it was over.

He seemed thankful. He wanted to see me cum too, but I wasn't in the mood to jack off, although, looking at his body and nice dick was a bit of a turn on.

I said it was okay, and he cleaned up, pissed, dressed, chatted for awhile, then left, and then I loaded up some porn and rubbed one out.

So, does it really count??

CL Encounter #64

I really fucked up.

I saw this post:

love to provide oral to comp - 39 (sandy)

and made arrangements for the guy to come over and do his thing, at like 7:30AM.  I told him to come to the corner, then call me and I would tell him which house was mine.  At 7:45 he was 15 minutes late, so , I made a test call to my secret hook up phone,

and of course, I had let the minutes expire or what ever, and it didn't work, so I made that poor cock sucker drive all the way out here from Sandy, and then he calls, only to get a recording "you party cannot be reached".

I was so goddam mad (and horny) that I threw the fucking phone against the wall, and it came apart in about 10 different pieces, and even bent the battery.

I tried to e-mail the guy and profusely apologize, over and over again, but I heard nothing from him until noon.

In the meantime, I was horny, but it was getting late, and I had work to do, so I posted, looking for head, and started working from home.  I got nothing for over an hour.  Finally a 56 year old guy in Sandy said he could help me out, but by that time, it was 10 AM, and I had to get going.  I was going to just run a quick work related errand, go into the office, then head to Sandy for some relief, but then I got to the office, got stuck and couldn't leave.

Sandy Man #2
Looked like Dr. Sydney Freidman from MASH

I e-mailed Sandy man, told him the situation, and he invited me over after work.  So, long story short, I got my dick sucked about 7PM. 
It wasn't bad. It wasn't great. Was kind of cool he was jacking himself off like crazy and came (cummed?) all over the floor while sucking me, then still had the decency to suck my load out afterwords. (afterward?)  12hours late, but better late than never, right? 

Update.

A day or two later, I e-mailed the original Sandy Man.  The one who most likely (yet to be confirmed) drove all the way out here, and most likely (yet to be confirmed) tried to call me only to find out I had let my phone expire, and then had to either go back home or go to work (yet to be confirmed.)

Sandy man said "no hard feelings" and he' would give me another shot.  I gave him my address.  None of this "drive to the empty lot, then call" business.

He was on his way.  

I waited.  A half hour.  45 Minutes.  I e-mailed. 

Nothing.  

An hour passed.  An hour and a half.  I e-mailed again, telling him I deserved to be jacked around like that .  I fucked with him, now he fucked with me.  After two hours, I had to go to work.  Good one.  Revenge is a dish best served cold.

He wrote back several hours later.  "Oh, I wouldn't do that.  I'm not that kind of person, I had to help a friend who crashed her car on the freeway".    

I would have been more satisfied if I knew he was fucking with me, than to wonder if he was just another CL flake, making up excuses.  Did he even attempt to come over the first day?  I'll never know. 

Why does searching for a simple blow job leave me questioning humanity?

CL Encounter #63

Back to the routine.

I won't go into detail about the cross dresser who wanted me to dominate him, punish him, then he kind of flaked out on me. Or did I flake out on him? Subject of a future post, I'm sure.

Because of these shenanigans, I didn't have someone to come over and blow me at 11:AM last Saturday Morning. I searched all day for a knob-job. Nothing. I finally hit Adam 4 Adam. I do a search for guys, age 35 to 65, who are online. There's no one I fancy.

Then, pops up a message. A 28 year old kid, says "hi there how's your weekend going?" So, I send one e-mail back. "Fine, and yours", and then he says, "fine, it's just a boring afternoon, so I just say, "Would you like to blow me? I'm almost 20 years older than you" and much to my surprise, he says "sure, I don't care about age."

Taken from his A4A profile (face removed)

Okay, why the fuck not? I was out the door five minutes later, and knocking on his door shortly thereafter.

Nice guy. Cute face. Glasses, funny mohawk haircut.

Lots of military stuff and photos in his apartment. I also notice lots of medications. And a cane.

Yah, he was a little chunky at 5'9 and 190 lbs. I asked him if he was in the military. He said he had been on active duty, but now he's in the reserves. He also mentioned school and homework.

My guess: Active duty. Injured. Sent home. Pain meds. Going to school.

He was kind of a mix of guys. Military, Nerd, Cute young man, Schoolboy. I don't know what his story is. I sense something fucked up. Here's what I DO know.

He was very nice and polite. He had an infectious grin. He loved to make out.

I know he would have rather rolled around and kissed and stuff more, but if you know anything about me by now, you know I'm not a cuddler. The last person that I cuddled with that didn't freak me out was a girl named Becky and I was in my early twenties.

Oh yah. I had a major crush on Becky. But I digress.

GI Joe, put on some porn, at my request. I took off my pants. Joe then took off his. We watched the porn. I stroked his dick. His was smaller than mine, for a change, but nicely shaped, and a cute trimmed black bush.

After a few minutes I looked at him, he looked at me. The intent of my look was to have him start blowing me. The intent of his look was a kiss. I can't remember if I gave him one first, but eventually, he went down on me.

He didn't last too long, a few minutes or so, then he came up for some more making out. He was cute, in the face anyway, and a great smile, so I went along with it, an then..... I went down on him.

Nice cute dick. Being smaller, it was easy to suck. Cut and well shaped, it was fun.

This went on, back and forth. He sucked me, I sucked him, we made out, and finally I almost came. I pulled him off just in the nick of time, and told him so. So, then I sucked him, and got him close to cumming. I asked him, if he would still blow me, if he came first. He said "no problem."

My favorite scenario.

Yes, I blew him until he nutted in my mouth. I liked it. The pulsing dick, the breathing. Knowing the guy is in bliss, and I'm responsible.

His cum tasted weird. Like medicine. Slightly metallic. Maybe it was the meds. Maybe it's because I don't really like the taste of cum. After he came down, I pulled off and spit in the washrag (that I asked him to have standing by earlier.)

Without skipping a beat, he went down on me.

Ahhhhh fucking heaven, and I didn't last long. Squirt, Squirt, Squirt.

Joe, took it all with that great happy grin. Good Boy. Good GI Joe.

I dressed, and I was gone. Thanks Joe. That was fun.

Soldier Boy, The Shirelles