Dude 219 The "Soda Can"

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Ah.  Dude 219 was like a fresh breeze.

I had been e-mailing this guy on Adam 4 Adam.  Here's his profile.

Hello out there, Love a good Chat! 49, 5'10", 160lb, 30w, Slim, Brown Hair,Some Body Hair, White, Looking forFriendship, 1-on-1 Sex. Hello,,,, Nice guy here just looking for friends, possable friends with benefits....... Love a good chat . If you are a descent person, send me a line.... Hey... We all love a good blow job, right? and some of us are horny alot! ... but hey, you gotta be able to like the person.. So lets Chat... and see where it takes us..... Antiquing, woodwork, outdoors, walks.... etc Conservative, Out No, Smoke No, Drink Socially, Drugs No, Zodiac Gemini. Versatile, 8" Cut, Safe Sex Only, HIV Negative, Prefer meeting at: Your Place. retail

So, several things caught my eye.  Slim, trim.  Not out.  Looking for 1-on-1 sex,  non smoker.

His A4A Profile pic

I hit him up, via the A4A message system.  Cross between instant messaging and e-mail.

I can't remember if he responded back immediately  but I think it was later he hit me back.  A day later I asked for his e-mail address and he sent it to me.  

I sent a regular e-mail to him as well as finding his facebook page with it.  Nice looking guy.  Normal.

He never responded to my -mail, but the next day, I saw got another message on A4A again.  He's interested in meeting up.

Again, I mention the e-mail, and I guess it's an address he doesn't use much, but he says he will check and  sure enough, he hit's me back.  He says he'd like to blow me, and of course I say I'd like him to blow me, so really it's just a matter of when.

Now is good...one of us says, although I can't remember which one initiated it.  Yes.  Now is very fucking good indeed.

I say I need to shower, and he says the same, but within an hour or so, he's knocking at my door.  He's nice looking, my age, about my build, but slightly taller, slightly thinner.

We get down to it and it's an awesome blow job.  In fact his tongue technique is so good, that I'm getting close after about 5 minutes, and I kind of don't want to cum that quick, without tasting his cock.

So, I pull him off and tell him I'm going to cum too quick, and does he want me to suck him for a few minutes?

He tells me he really wants me to cum and he wants me to do it in his mouth, and thanks for the warning.

Face pic on A4A

So, I almost fucked up, and my body almost betrays me.  He goes back down on me, but sometimes it happens that no matter how good the BJ is, if I almost peak too soon then stave off the orgasm, I lose so much momentum that it's nearly impossible to cum.

But this guy, I'm gonna call him "Soda" , stays with it, and the head is absolutely amazing, and I'm thinking, "WTF?  I should be cumming in buckets and soon, because this feels so good!"

So, it's ten minutes or more later and indeed, I'm climaxing in this guys mouth and he's sucking on my dick like a Wyoming calf, and it so fucking sensitive, but in a "eyes rolling back in their sockets wonderful" kind of sensitive,

Afterwords, he use my handy terry cloth towel, and cleaned me up, and he sat naked with me on the couch stroking my leg.

Again, he was such a fucking nice guy.  Normally, I would be shaking his hand, thanking him and showing him the door, but I couldn't exactly do that, cause he was still naked and sitting next to me stroking my leg.

So, I stood up, and put on my boxers.  I apologized that I after I cum, I'm kinda not horny any more, and I was NOT going to blow him, but I offered him a drink.  Mt. Dew or beer?

He accepted the Mt. Dew.

We chit-chatted for about a half an hour.  Have I mentioned that he was a nice guy?

Hopefully Soda and I can become regulars.  A thank you e-mail from me, and one in return from him would indicate that is a strong possibility, but I've been duped like that before, so I'm guardedly optimistic.

Update:

I can't believe it's been two years since I met "Soda Can."  Indeed we became pretty good friends.  At first we got together every Sunday and Wednesday morning, and soon fell into a routine. He'd let himself in the back door, and head upstairs to my bedroom   I would already be in some state of undress, fresh from the shower and he would disrobe.  We'd climb up on the bed and I would suck his giant cock, as best as I could, he would cum.  I'd let him cum in my mouth, I didn't' often swallow, but I'd clean him up afterwards. 

Then, he would suck me off.  His head was always predictably good.  Not over the moon fantastic, but predictably good.  I would always take 14 or 15 minutes to cum, and I started even watching the clock.  The sex (always oral) was very routine.

In the beginning I found out he took a viagra before he came over. We agreed that he should not do that any more.  This gave me a small window of time to suck his soft cock, which was the only way that monster would fit in my mouth.  Once it swelled up to it's full potential, all I could do was fit it's bullet shaped head in my mouth, and do my best to give the shaft a spitty hand job.  He took a predictable amount of time to cum as well, and stayed on the edge for 3-5 minutes, his whole body turning rock hard, and quivering and trembling, until I brought him over the edge.  Then his entire 160 lb muscle mass would relax, and he would release copious amounts of sweet tasting cum all over the place, panting and breathing hard and exalting in the afterglow.

After a couple months, we dropped the Sunday morning get togethers, and only met on Wednesdays.  It was almost every Wednesday, for over a year.  There were occasional interruptions because of my work or travel, but his schedule was very predictable.

We even went out to breakfast a couple times, and twice he took me to my mechanic to pick up my vehicle that was in the shop.....actually he picked me up a my mechanics once, took me home then sucked me off....hahahaha!

Soda Can and I had a good thing going.  He had another "buddy".  A guy that lived in a town north of here about a half an hour.  He was more involved with his other buddy, often spending the night or weekend with him.  His kids had met the other guy, thought he was divorced.  The other guy would occasionally come to Soda's house, but not overnight, and only when the kids were at their mother's.

I was a little jealous of the other guy, but not really.  I was jealous of the relationship they shared.  Although Soda and I got along great, and were mutually attracted to each other, and sexually attracted to each other, there was no romantic spark.  I don't know why.  He really was the perfect type of guy for me.

All that came to a halt last November, just before Thanksgiving.  One of these days, you'll hear about "the incident" and the dark days that followed.  

For now, Soda and I are good.  We don't hook-up any more, and really don't talk, but if he see's me online, he'll say hi, and we went out to breakfast a couple of months ago when I needed someone to talk to, and he was a very good listener.

I'm grateful to have had a friend like Soda Can.  It opened my eyes to some possibilities, of being with another guy.