Just a BJ.....that was good enough to short circuit my brain.

This was the post I responded to this morning:

Offering & hosting early morning head - m4m - 43 (Univ park)
Up and eager to suck cock and rim a nice clean and DDF hole this morning. 5'11", 205, solid body, warm mouth, DDF, non-smoker, and discreet WM is looking to service you. Hit me up. You won't be disappointed.

I had work stuff to do, despite it being a Saturday, but when he gave me the room number and hotel name, I figured I had time.

I was cock-blocked at every turn on the drive to the University Park Hotel.  First a train thwarted my efforts, so I went around to a viaduct that crossed the tracks only to be blocked by the fucking Farmer's market!

Next was a 10 minute run around, the streets were closed because of a marathon or something.

I ended up driving to Alabama, getting on the interstate, then heading back to Utah via Canada, just to get a blowjob.

Well, it seemed like it anyway.

So, what should have been a 15 minutes to drive, ended up taking 35, but I finally arrived at the cock sucker's hotel.

HOLY CRAP!

The dude was totally forgettable.  Average in most every way, but boy, did he give a world class blow job.  And not because of what he DID, but because of what he DIDN'T do.  He didn't let any teeth get in his way.  He didn't keep pulling off.  Although the did play a little licky suckey with my nuts, he focused on the important thing; my cock, an best of all, when I cummed, he didn't rush things, he didn't get crazy fast, and MOST IMPORTANTLY, he didn't pull off!

He sucked for only 10 minutes, not the usual fifteen.   I felt the slowly building orgasm.

I tried to warn him but my speech had shut down, so I just went with it, and when I started to squirt, it was all I could do to stop from barking like a dog.

I held his shaved head on my dick while his tongue gently milked every last molecule of sperm from my body, an he left me a convulsing mess in the hotel chair, while he spit my wad into the bathroom sink.

Seriously, it took forever for me to come down from my orgasm high.  I sat in the chair, unable to move, yet keenly aware that my cock sucker had risen from his knees.  Gone to the bathroom.  Spit.  Rinsed, and come back to see if I had dressed yet.

But I hadn't.

I was still paralyzed.

I had some trouble cleaning my crotch with the handy towel he had standing by, and still had trouble dressing.  Then, walking out, and to the elevator on wobbly legs was still a bit of a chore.

Finally, I felt like I was once again in control of my body and drove home, where a coworker showed up only minutes later, to carpool for an appointment.