Monday, February 27, 2012
Encounter #253
Quick Blow and Go.
Gee whiz. I start at 8AM trying to get blown and at 5PM there is finally a dude on the end of my cock. Who knew that trying to get a blowjob could be so tough?
So this blow and go was nothing to write about, yet, I am STILL going to write about it!
I vacillated between a project at home that needed attention, and getting some sex online. What a juggling act. I must say, the home project was much more successful.
I won't go into details about posting on Craigslist -- Twice, and getting hit up on Adam 4 Adam, but let me just say, that Flakes are alive and doing well in our City of Salt.
Finally, some dude that originally hit me up around noon, came over after work at 5PM and sucked me off.
He spoke almost no words. When he came in, there was no hello, or hi. I just let him in and he followed me to the couch.
"Is this all right?" I asked?
"Yah." was the single syllable I heard him utter before the blowjob commenced.
He sucked. Lots of suction and little head bob, it started poorly. It got better with some encouragement, and eventually, he got me to cum. I held on to his bald head and muscular shoulders until I finished unloading.
When I released him he had a panicked look about him, but gave me a thumbs up. I could tell he was looking for a place to spit.
"Do you want a towel to spit in?" I asked, while handing him the secret hidden terry cloth towel.
He nodded, grabbed the towel, and ducked out of sight to spit.
"There's a sink in the kitchen, with a glass in the cupboard if you need some water."
"Thanks." Okay, his second word of the encounter.
As I pulled on my boxers and pants, he said "I'm going to split now. Thanks." and with that, I saw the back of him as he disappeared out of the back door.
So, eight words, one orgasm, and a teaspoon of cum, transferred from my nads, to his mouth and then to my kitchen sink, and the NSA blow-n-go is complete.
Good job J. Whoever you are.
Gee whiz. I start at 8AM trying to get blown and at 5PM there is finally a dude on the end of my cock. Who knew that trying to get a blowjob could be so tough?
So this blow and go was nothing to write about, yet, I am STILL going to write about it!
I won't go into details about posting on Craigslist -- Twice, and getting hit up on Adam 4 Adam, but let me just say, that Flakes are alive and doing well in our City of Salt.
He spoke almost no words. When he came in, there was no hello, or hi. I just let him in and he followed me to the couch.
"Is this all right?" I asked?
"Yah." was the single syllable I heard him utter before the blowjob commenced.
He sucked. Lots of suction and little head bob, it started poorly. It got better with some encouragement, and eventually, he got me to cum. I held on to his bald head and muscular shoulders until I finished unloading.
"Do you want a towel to spit in?" I asked, while handing him the secret hidden terry cloth towel.
He nodded, grabbed the towel, and ducked out of sight to spit.
"There's a sink in the kitchen, with a glass in the cupboard if you need some water."
"Thanks." Okay, his second word of the encounter.
As I pulled on my boxers and pants, he said "I'm going to split now. Thanks." and with that, I saw the back of him as he disappeared out of the back door.
So, eight words, one orgasm, and a teaspoon of cum, transferred from my nads, to his mouth and then to my kitchen sink, and the NSA blow-n-go is complete.
Good job J. Whoever you are.
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