SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 29, 2013
Where to start? I guess I have to start LAST Week, when the Tuscon Business man was in town, and I snuck away from work and got a BJ in his room at the Sheraton. He also let me know he might be around for awhile. So, I went back Friday morning, but my body failed me and I went limp, mid blowjob!
How embarrassing!
Well, I covered my shame, but sucking him off!.
Later that day, I contacted my kind-of Mexican houseboat boyfriend. I was hoping we could get together that night for a cuddle, and if all went well, some sexy time where I get to cum......for a change.
It wasn't meant to be. He hit me back late at night and I was too tired for the booty call.
The same thing happened Saturday night. I think the boyfriend idea has run it's course anyway, as it's just turned into booty calls, and I'm tired of that already. At least with him.
So, that brings us to today. Sunday.
I'm horny and need to get off. Even if I have to jack off myself! (Oh no!)
At 5 AM, I've already gone through all the hook up sites. Craigslist, Grindr, Adam 4 Adam, and now it's time to post an ad of my own on Craigslist.
I get a few nibbles, but it takes until 7:45 before some kid finally gives me his address, and I'm headed out for head.
The guy I'm meeting described himself thusly:
"22 5'11 I swallow and im a bigger husky guy. Hispanic"
Normally, I'm not into anyone who might describe themselves as Husky. Same for chubby, chunky, or bigger. The usually mean the same thing....overweight, and it's just not my cup of tea.
But.....
Today, I don't care. I want to cum in a guys mouth and the only other thing that mattered to me was STD free.
So, after stalling me for a bit, as the kid's room mates had just arrive back at the apartment, after a night out, the room mates retired to their rooms, and I was given the green light to come in.
I found the "husky" kid outside in the apartment corridor, and he led me to his unit. We were both quiet and we slipped in the front door, and took an immediate left to a pretty messy bedroom. There were clothes and clutter all over, and lots of fountain soda cup, and half full plastic pop bottles everywhere. Good grief. No wonder the kid was overweight and single.
I pulled down my levis, and boxers, leaving me hobbled at the ankles and sat on the edge of the bed. The kid knelt before me and went to work.
It was a fairly routine blow job. Good suction, no teeth. He was obviously good, and I give him 4 out of 5 stars. The only things worth mentioning were that, he left the TV on, and the sitcom was distracting, and he digressed a few times to the spitty hand job.
When I got close, I let him know with my whining and breathing and he did indeed take the first couple of shots in his mouth. He went to pull off but I managed to force him back down on my convulsing cock and made him suck me until the very end of my orgasm, although I had to tell him "gentle, gentle" as he almost over stimulated me.
Like a true submissive cocksucker, he obeyed me, and oh-so-gently milked me through, although it may have triggered a gag reflex, as right at the end, he kind of gagged, or coughed and blew all my spunk over my crotch.
I looked down on the spitty cummy mess, and wondered how I was going to hobble to the bathroom to clean up. Then I thought about asking him for a towel or something, but before I could, the kid solved the problem by licking up all the mess that had been in his mouth previously anyway.
Good boy.
I zipped up and fled. He invited me to hit him back the next time I was horny. I doubt I will, but who knows.
Once in the car, I got some napkins from the glove compartment, and water from my water bottle and finished cleaning up my crotch.
As small price for that kind of relief.
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