Dude 300. The moaning bottom guy

Well, here I am.  A new world Spartan.  Number 300 is under my belt, or under my my body as I fuck him, if truth be known.

I had a someone who promised to be a regular Cocksucker agree to meet me after I got back from the gym this morning, but, when I got through with my workout, and checked my messages on my phone, he had sent an e-mail, and he was backing out.  No explanation, just couldn't make it this morning.  That was the older guy with a gut.  He'll never be invited back.

Dang.  I was counting on that.  Not because I was particularly horny, but because if I get a nice BJ early in the morning, I probably won't spend the whole day looking at porn, craigslist, Grindr, and getting myself worked up, then desperate to hook up and ......well you know, the damn day is wasted looking for sex!

But, today didn't work out like that, and since I'm not officially working, I did spend the damn morning looking at porn, craigslist, Grindr, and getting myself worked up, then desperate to hook up!

I posted an ad on CL:  "my dick in your hole at noon - m4m - 50 (slc)"
Much to my surprise, I got a few hits from a guy in their 30's.

Jon Doe claimed : i am 5'11" 205lbs workout, nice ass, 31 yo and would love a discrete, safe hookup. right now. I can travel to you. let me know.

So, we sealed the deal, and "Jon" showed up about a half hour later.  He was a nice enough kid.  Chubbier than he led me to believe, wearing a nylon basketball jersey, shorts, and some tennis shoes.

He shucked off his clothes at my instructions when we reached the bedroom.  He had a pretty small soft penis, but I grabbed it anyway.  He did not get hard.  I on the other hand, was rock solid and sticking almost strait up.  Thank you generic Viagra.

He grabbed my boner, and announced that he had condoms in his pocket.  I told him I had some on the night stand as well, but we could use the ones he brought. He had trouble finding the opening to his pockets on his BB shorts, but finally did and produced two gold colored foil pouches, one of which he opened and handed to me, saying, "do you want me to suck you a bit, with the condom?"

"No, I think I'm already hard enough" I said, stating the obvious.

He hopped onto the bed and lay on his back, but I instructed him to roll over.  I used the lube from the nightstand and squirted some in his crack.  I started to feel around his hot asshole, and pushed in a thumb.  Jon responded with a sigh and a moan.  I graduated up to a couple of fingers and worked them around, and Jon moaned some more.

"That's not your cock, is it?" he questioned, as he knew had not yet rolled on the condom.  He checked back over his shoulder, and from the position I was in, it clearly wasn't my cock, but I assured him it was just two fingers.

When I felt he was ready, I asked him to help me put the condom on, so he could be assured I was wearing it, and I entered his hole.  My full weight on him I pushed only halfway in, and he moaned for me to stop.

I waited a bit, and then we proceeded.  He was moaing like crazy and I started to pump away, but he begged me to stop.  Almost out of breath he said, "maybe we can try doggie style."

But I had other ideas.  I lay fully on top of him and nibbled his neck and ears, and whispered, "It's okay.  Just breath." and he responded by taking a couple of breaths.  "now push back.....that's it," and he followed my instructions to the letter, and pretty soon, he forgot about doggie style and was thrusting back on my cock, and practically sucking it into his hot asshole.

We fucked and fucked and he moaned and cried the whole time.  I loved it.  We finally did it doggie style, and his but had really loosened up and I pounded like a porn star and he was quite verbal...."God yah, that feels good.  Fuck me, fuck my ass.  I want to feel you cum in my ass."

Well, even though the talk was hot, the fucking wasn't going to get me to cum.  Not like this anyway, so I pushed him back down to my favorite fucking position,  i.e. him flat on his tummy and me laying on top and bucking my hips, rocking my cock in and out of his ass.

I could feel some momentum build, so I concentrated.......medium rhythmic strokes, and like the little engine that could, I fucked until I felt the pressure build and then the wonderful climax hit me and BAM, I was cumming and squirming all over the place, but Jon had his legs wrapped up around me keeping me in position, moaning all the time with me, until I has spasmodically pumped out the last of my cum into the latex colored condom.

We were both hot, sweaty and panting when I pulled out of his ass, and grabbed a terry cloth towel from the night stand (Always be prepared.)

I pulled the condom off, deposited it in the trash, and headed to the bathroom to clean up.

When I returned, Jon was whacking off furiously, and looked at me apologetically and said, "I had to jack off."

"Go for it man" I said, just in time to watch him squirt his load into his hand.

As soon as he cummed, he carried it to the bathroom and cleaned him self up.

Things got a bit awkward after that, but my phone rang broke up the awkwardness, and I asked if he minded if I took the call.

"Go ahead, I gotta bail now anyway" he replied, and he headed downstairs, with me in tow, still talking on the phone.

Jon, went straight to the door, and didn't look back, or wave goodbye.

Gay sex can be so weird.  Once minute you've got some guy tenderly whispering in your ear, while he wrecks your hole, and the next, you can't even look him in the eye.

***UPDATE***
2 days later he sent me this e-mail:  Wow that was fun. Maybe we could do it again some time?