Dude 195, Hot hardbody

This is the photo he sent,
but I can't get it off of my phone.
Damn Grinder, no downloading
or saving of photos sent
 in the chat mode.
 (or any mode for that matter.)

Have you ever been masturbating, then interrupted by the door bell?  Usually, the dilemma of "do I answer the door and try to hide my boner, or just pretend I'm not home" ensues.

This time it was different.  This time the doorbell ringer was here to trade blowjobs.

It started with an hour to kill Thursday morning before work.  I posted something on Craigslist, and while I waited for it to be published, I turned on Grindr on my Blackberry.

Much to my surprise, within a few minutes of logging on, a 29 year old guy, with no profile photo started chatting me up.  He asked what I was looking for this morning and I told him that I was looking for a blow job.  He said that was his case too, and maybe we should help each other out.

What sealed the deal was when he sent me a photo of himself.....just a body and dick shot, but man, he had a big dick!

So, the guy says he'll shower and be right over.  I give him directions for the empty lot  by my house, and wait.  15 minuits go by and nothing.  Finally, I figure he's a no show,  and then I see a message on Grindr.

He said he came to the lot, didn't see me, and then went back home.  Seems he was using an iPad to log on to Grindr, not his cell phone, and once you're out of range of a wi-fi network, you can't use Grindr anymore.

"Do you want me to come back?  he asked.

Reluctantly,  I gave him my exact address, and then I got nothing from him, in fact, he had logged off.  I figured he didn't get my message and he wasn't coming.

So I pulled up the porn, and pulled down my pants, and I started beating the bishop.

Later, I find a much better photo

About halfway there, there was the doorbell.

DANG!  Good thing he didn't arrive a few minutes later, or it would have been too late.

So I answer the door, and they guy is okay looking, friendly and young.  I invite him in, and cue up the porn, and tell him to get comfortable, and he strips down to nothing.

HOLY FREAKING CRAP.....the guy is built.  Slim and muscled, and not any fat, and a big long dick with a trimmed ginger bush.

I have my pants off, and drop to my knees, although my boxers and t-shirt are still on.   I blow him for a bit, and he likes it and I'm hard as a rock.

After like 5 minutes, I pull off, stand up, drop the boxers and he goes down on my boner.  He even makes some "yummy" noises.

He does this for a few, then stands up and I blow him again.  This time, he pulls off my shirt and starts rubbing me all over while I'm doing my best on his salami.  I can only take a few inched in my mouth, so I tried to work that base my hand.

When we switch again, he's even better as sucking, and almost brings me to cum.  When he pulls off I said, "wow, that was good, I was about ready to cum" so he says "want me to keep going?"

"Fuck yah!"

He goes back down on me, but after a few minutes, it's clear that I lost too much momentum, and I realize it's gonna take longer than just a few minutes for me to cum.  I tell him I have another idea, and told him to sit on the couch, and I would suck him off.

I put the "cum catching blue blanket" under my knees and went to town.

"It's not going to take much man, I'm pretty close." he told me.

Okay with me, I'm pretty horny myself at this point.

While I blow him I jack my own dick, and pretty soon he tells me he's gonna blow.    I start cranking like crazy, and the sensation of his big dick in my mouth, and the anticipation of his ejaculation has me gaining on on my own orgasm.

"Here it its dude!" he moans, and pumps several jets into my mouth.

I let it happen and feel like I'm almost ready to blow myself, and keep jerking off.

It takes a full minute or more for me to finally cum, but it is so hot to have a mouth full of cock, and the taste of Jock-hottie's jizz, and I finally blow onto the blanket, at the same time, he's deflating in my mouth.

I know he understands, and he bears the sensitive penis syndrome while I get my rocks off.

This is blanket abuse

When I'm through, I spit his gob on the blanket next to my load.

Ecstasy loves company.

We clean up, and he bails.  I didn't even get the guys name or e-mail address or anything.  I did learn from our small talk which nearby apartment complex he lives in.  (And that he has a boyfriend)

I'll be keeping my eyes peeled.