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.