So, my hooking up has slowed w-a-y down since my pre boyfriend days, but hey, I'm only human and I have needs.
Okay. Not "needs" but desires. Carnal desires.
Last week I found myself working in a nearby town. A college town. This means that I'm "new meat" on Grindr, and it also means college cock. Couple that with the conservative nature of this particular town, and I was hoping to encounter frustrated closeted boys to seek out an experienced, discreet cocksucker like myself.
I was a little disappointed. However, I did get the opportunity to blow a nice young man in the parking lot of the local shopping mall.
I'm not sure why he was there, I doubt he was a student. Perhaps he was the son of a visiting professor, or his family was checking out the college for him, or a sibling.
I was in a rented cube truck, and on my lunch break at Burger King when the kid saw me on Grindr, an I was close. He asked if I could come the the mall and "hang out."
Now why a 22 year old kid would want to "hang out" with a 53 year old "discreet" guy, is a mystery. I declined his offer saying I was working, but if he wanted to quickly "trade some oral" in the back of the truck I would be down.
He accepted my offer, so I gulped down my fillet-o-fish and drove a couple blocks to the mall parking lot.
It didn't take him too long to find my truck and we jumped in the back. The springs on the roll up door were pretty strong, and the door wouldn't stay down, but once inside, I fixed it with a rubber bungee strap, which let the door open just a few inches, for light. Fortunately, there was a couch inside, we could use, covered with furniture blankets.
I asked the kid to see his dick and he didn't hesitate to pull down his pants revealing a nice 7" dick, in a next of untrimmed black pubes. Although uncut, his bullet shaped head was protruding from it's turtleneck skin. I didn't need to be asked and just went down on his hardening meat. It stiffened intermediately to maximum firmness, and the kid got surprisingly aggressive and forced my head down on his long dick, making me choke and gag a little.
Usually kids these days aren't so disrespectful with their elders!
I blew him for a few minutes and several times he forced my head down. I tried to go with it, but I'm not exactly experienced in the art of deep throating, and each time I had to pull my impaled face from his pole to keep from choking.
This action did serve to get my dick rock hard in my work jeans, and I stood and opened my pants to relieve the pressure. The kid made no move toward my hard dick so I asked him if he sucked cock. He nodded and then took me in his mouth. It wasn't his first time, and felt great. So great that it didn't take long before I thought I might blow, so I removed him from his task and got on my knees again to finish what I had started.
Again the kid was surprisingly aggressive, and it only took a couple minutes before he was blowing his wad down my throat. I did pull back a bit, so I could get some in my mouth to taste, but the majority went down my throat.
I was satisfied, and he made no effort to return the favor, that that was okay with me. I found a roll of paper towels, and we both cleaned up before parting ways. Him skipping back to the mall, and me driving to my next pick up.
that's hot Stud, i like those semi-public scenes.
ReplyDeleteWhat happened to the other posts? Taking a private stance on the relationship?
ReplyDeleteWhat?
DeleteYour last post about the situation with the Amigo vanished from the blog (the one published between Dudes 460 and 461, I believe).
ReplyDeleteWow, you are right! I had deleted what I thought was a draft of another post, but I guess I deleted that "Amigo Update entry entirely."
DeleteWell, it didn't have much to say anyway. Things are going pretty smoothly and routinely. Thanks for pointing that out though.
Jack!
You're welcome.
DeleteBut it's a pity. I like to read about that kind of thing, even if it's uneventful.
Look what I've found (Google cache is our best friend):
Delete09/16/15--08:54: Relationship update.
The Amigo and I are still together. Fall means he's gone back to school, and spends Monday thru Thursday nights at his apartment in Collegetown, which is good, as I'm working crazy hours right now, and I sleep a little better by myself.
We celebrated our 1 year diversionary of the first sleep over a couple nights ago. Well, not really celebrated, but acknowledged.
Speaking of sleep, it's weird how I seem to sleep pretty good with Amigo in bed. He's an Olympic caliber cuddler, and is always snuggling up to me, pulling my arm over his chest so he can wiggle into "little spoon" position.
Sometimes I don't even wake up.
This is the first time in my life that I've had a regular bed partner. Again, I'm amazed, but I like it. It's calming and soothing to fall asleep together. Who knew?
The sex has been getting better too. More often than not, I'm able to achieve climax and give Amigo my load. He loves it and I'm over the moon. I'm not sure why it's easier these days. I think I just need to get in there and get it done, and not concern myself on his pleasure too much. All effort for me is focused on my dick and making it feel good, then, boom. I'm cumming.
If I want to make sure I have an orgasm, then I'll take my Viagra, which ensures that I stay hard long enough to cum. I don't use it all the time, but it's an important insurance policy, that really works especially when we only have the weekend to "do" it.
Well, that's all for now. No juicy hookups to talk about.
There was one incident where marriage was brought up, and although my position on this has softened somewhat, my stance on the subject made the Amigo extremely sad for a week, then he seemed to bounce back to his regular old (lovable) self.
Wow man, Thanks! I tried to find the Cache myself, but I have the setting so the web crawler doesn't search or archive it. Maybe you subscribe to a feed or something, or you are just a better detective than me.
DeleteThanks again. I had forgotten what I even wrote about!
Don't mention it. You have a great blog, it was just a small contribution.
DeleteAh, and I was wrong. I found the copy on a RSS snapshot provider, not Google cache. I mixed up the two.