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.