Dude 314, Stranded ginger boy

I don't know why, but I have been in the mood to suck dick now for awhile.  Problem is, I can't find anybody (that I find remotely attractive) to let me suck their cock!

I posted on Craigslist finally yesterday, but didn't get any good responses.

This morning, I posted again, and BINGO, I got lucky.  Very lucky.

I got back the following e-mail and photo:

From:  <ad7d98541553877b7502d2b78a2dfc0@reply.craigslist.org>
To: hwpcn-360701799@pers.craigslist.org
Sent: Sunday, February 10, 2013 7:00 AM
Subject: Bj 4 bj

Can you travel to me? I will give you a bj back for sure!  Im 19 and need a quick ride home while I give you road head!




Sent from my iPhone

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Well, long story short,  I told the kid I would come pick him up, and give him a ride back to where ever he needed to go, but I wanted to suck HIS cock, for sure.

He agreed but was in a hurry, and wanted me to come right away, so I took a quick shower and was on my way to North Salt Lake, on the upper east bench in a neighborhood of expensive homes, near the golf course.

Not him, but not too far off

He came out when I texted him and he was cute as shit, but looked very young.  He was a small kid, maybe 5'5" and couldn't have weighed more than 125 lbs.

He got in the passenger seat, and we said hello.

"Did you get stranded at a party" I asked.

"Yah, everyone is passed out, and I need to get home."

"Okay, where are we going?"  (for the bj part of the deal) I asked.

"There's an empty circle with some housed under construction, just up the road, I think that would work."

In my mind, I was a little worried he lied about his age.  He did look young.  As we drove I quickly calculated what year he needed to be born in, in order for him to be at least 18.  1995.

"How old are you."

"19."

"When's your birthday?"

"December 15."

"What year?"

"1994."

Okay, cool.  He had just turned 19 last December.

So he directed me to a secluded part of the neighborhood.  Instead of a cultisac of houses under construction, there was instead a little park/trail head parking, that was hidden from view, and I just backed my car in there.  It was early, and still snowing a little, and no one around.  It was perfect.

I put the car in park, turned off the engine, turned on the radio, and said, "okay, let's see it."

Todd (not his real name.) opened his snowboard jacked, exposing the wide black belt that held up his Carhartt jeans.   He pulled off the clanky belt buckle and opened up his pants and fished out a nice semi hard cock.  He scooted down his pants and boxers, and his big dick looked great against his lilly white abdomen, with it's small patch of bright red pubes above. (see first photo above!)

I went down on him, and he remained silent.  His dick however got very hard very fast, and his balls quickly tightened up into a hard sack.

He had quite a downward curve that also faced left, and my sideways angle didn't allow me to get into the best dick sucking position, so I asked him to turn a bit, and lean against the door, and he complied.

His dick was fantastic, and I loved sucking it.  I knew he wanted to get this over with quickly and get on with it, so I just went for it.

It was only 3 or 4 minutes later his breathing changed and he said.  "Okay, I'm going to cum." 

I just "ummm-hmmm" ed my approval and kept sucking.  I felt his dick swell, and a pulse go up his urethra  and a forceful squirt in my mouth.  I loved it and wanted to feel the next one with my tongue over his piss-slit.  It was not as forceful, but I felt and tasted a few more spasms.

His cum was essentially flavorless, and wasn't thin, nor thick and globby, and I really enjoyed him cumming in my mouth.  So much so, that I just left it in my mouth as I milked him through his orgasm, and then after, I savored it for a bit, and tried to only swallow half of it.

I started the car, and the kid zipped up.

He gave me directions to his neighborhood, about 15 minutes away, as we drove.  

Really not much other chat.

After I dropped him off, I texted him: Thanks! That was fun!  Hit me up if you ever need head again.

His reply: Sounds good.  Thanks for the ride.

*********Update.  I never heard from him again.