Sugar Bear and I have sort of a standing deal. He sucks me off on Sunday, and I love it.
But, he's been flaky lately. He hit me Saturday night, saying he wanted my dick today, but later texted me to say he'd been cockblocked by his wife.
So, I went on the hunt. I was on Craigslist, Adam4Adam and Grindr. I finally posted my own CL. I must have exchanged messages with 20 or thirty guys who expressed interest then disappeared, or tried to set something up for tomorrow, or otherwise flaked out in some manner or fashion.
Finally a "Maxwell" hit me back:
"I'd really like to take care of that for you. Clean, discreet, ddf. 49, 6'1', 225, masc, easy going. You strip down, lay back and let me do the rest. Private house/East of Liberty Park."
He gave me his address in only two e-mails and I was there in 15 min.
I was worried while looking for his house, as I have a friend who lives on the very same street! I certainly didn't want her seeing me drive by, park, then go into some house only to reappear some 15 minutes later.
I found Maxwell's house easily enough and rang the bell at the front door. A fellow answered who looked A LOT like "Cam" from Modern Family, except not nearly as fat. However, Maxwell did the same jovial nature and funny sense of humor.
He led me to what I think was a HUGE spare bedroom in the upstairs of a nice restored craftsman house. There were sheets on the uber tall bed, but no covers. I pulled off the cargo shorts and boxers, proceeded by the removal of my flip-flops and hopped up on to the bed. Maxwell, asked that I remove my shirt as well, and I complied.
I won't go into all the gory details, but he was kind of interested in playing with my ass, which I mildly objected to. He tried to play with my nipples which does nothing for me, and I told him so. The BJ was pretty good, but he kept trying to hike my feet up on to his shoulders, which put my body at a weird angle and my cock, which normally points straight up, was painfully being forced south.
We switched positions a bunch of times, but finally had me leaning/standing against the tall bed with my feet on the floor, while Maxwell was on his knees and finally I fed him my cum, which he swallowed and then gently kept me in his mouth, gently sucking out the final drops.
When he was done, I tried to lean forward to get my shirt, but he forcefully pushed me back onto the bed and ordered me to "sit back and relax for a minute."
I found it awkward to be in that post coital stage, being oogled and fondled, when I wasn't the least bit horny any more.
I think after about 1 minute, I'd had enough and forced my way to my clothes.
Here's the weird thing about all of this.
About 5 minutes into the blowjob, I realized that I knew this Maxwell guy from work.
No, he wasn't a co worker, per se, but a guy that I'd worked with last year for a few day, at two different times on a project. I may very well work with him again.
I kind of think he didn't recognize me, but I can't be sure. If he did, he didn't say anything or act strangely or bring it up.
As I was leaving, I got in my car, and looked around for my friends house. Holy shit, it was right across the street! I don't know how I missed it when I was driving up.
I think I dodged two down-low bullets this afternoon. Time will tell.
******** Update. I've never been back. I've never worked with "Maxwell" again, and I've seen my friend that lives across the street a few time. She's never mentioned seeing me.
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