SATURDAY, MARCH 15, 2014
I wanted head today. The earlier the better.
So, I used the same post the garnered so many hits last week, only this time I put my age on it...well, I' lied. I put down 50 and I'm actually 51.
I guess Karma came in to remind me.
A guy hit me back, saying he could host, at the Peery Hotel downtown.
He sent me these pics. I thought they looked pretty good so I didn't ask for stats, or age, only my usual:
Are you STD free?
Are you a smoker?
He sufficiently answered all my questions, and gave me his room number and I was on my way.
I found the room at The Perry, and knocked on the door. It opened to a lightless room, the occupant remaining hidden behind the door.
I stepped into the dark, and sensed another person, but I couldn't see at all.
No matter, I shucked my shoes and pants and he went to work sucking my dick.
It wasn't too bad, at least for the first minute or two, then it degenerated into a sloppy hand job. This guy was horrible and he rapidly bobbed his head up and down, while mostly working my dick with his fist.
I never really saw the dude, but as my eyes adjusted, I could tell he was pretty old. Like 70+, and although not fat (he had a slight paunch) he wasn't at all muscular. Looking now at the pictures he sent, I doubt they were his, or if they were it was many many years ago that he took them.
He did finally get me to cum, but pulled off and gave me a crappy hand job finish. All in all, I much prefer my own hand to the bj/handjob that he gave me.
Yuk.
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| When he went to the bathroom to fetch a towel to clean up the spit and cum, I got a look at him in the dim light. This is what I remember. |
I'm not sure what you're complaining about...he looks so PRECIOUS.
ReplyDeleteIf this is the only time you were misled by old or fake on-line pictures, then you've had some remarkably good luck.
Lol... Precious!
DeleteOnce I went way uptown to fuck some guy who looked older but hotttt in his pix, and when I got to his place, he did the dark-inside-hiding-behind-the-door thing, too. I remember chuckling and saying, "I can barely see anything, man," and he closed the door behind me and jumped in front of it, and he was really old and didn't look anything like the pictures-- even in the dark-- so I said, "This isn't going to work," and tried to open the door, but he was planted in front of it, and started GRABBING me, going "PLEASE!" and I had to push him out of the way and ruuuun. Poor guy, I guess aging is a bitch, but yowza, that was scary.
ReplyDeleteI've toyed with stopping my aging process here at 45, since the number seems to be catnip to dudes in their 20s, but you're right, karma will getcha. So 46, here we come.