Craigslist Experience #27

Well I had my 27th encounter this morning. Actually, I had an encounter with my 27th dude this morning. I've had more than one episode with a few guys so, I've had more than 27 encounters, but not more than 27 dudes. Whatever. 

Today's encounter turned out to be the longest blow job I've ever had, or ever heard about. It was a solid 45 minutes of dick sucking.

This guy posted over a week ago.

Give BJ near Sandy - m4m - 45 (Sandy)

Am 5'11", 178, brn hair, blu eyes, in very good shape, seeking to give deep throat blow job to clean, masculine average to athletic+ built men. Stats, please.

I e-mailed back and this is a sample of his responses:


I WANT TO GIVE YOU MY DEEP THROAT LONG AND SWEET BLOW JOB,, sucking your nuts and the area around your nuts, also. Are you ever available during the daytimes (sat 10-1:30??) or Sundays, 11-2??? You are GOING TO LOVE MY SERVICE, guaranteed. No bullshit. Paul.

ALSO, give me all your stats. Dick must at least be average--no small dicks, sorry.

So, I sent Paul my photos. I figured he could tell if my dick was up to his standards. Apparently it was, because he asked me if I could come over. Not right now, but in exactly 1 week, next Monday between 10 and 1:30.

In the next e-mail, a day later, he gives me the address to his house, and mentions that "our house is at the end of the cul-de-sack."

OUR house?......Him and who else?. I hit him back and asked him. I got a page long e-mail about being married, and he and his wife have an understanding, and he hoped he wasn't misleading me, and sorry about the miscommunication and on and on. I told him to chill out. I just wondered who was going to be there while he was blowing me.....maybe it could have been hot to have his wife, or maybe boyfriend walk in. I don't know, that's why I asked.

So, the week passes and I re-confirm yesterday. I showered this morning and headed out. He lived in a very nice suburban area on the east bench, and he had quite a nice house.

He answered when I knocked.

First thing: Paul wasn't 45. Paul hasn't seen 45 in a long time.
Next thing: Lots of Jesus stuff in the living room. A book called "The Living Christ" or something like it on the coffee table, and a 3-foot replica of the statue of Jesus found at Temple Square, in a large curio cabinet. Call it what you like, but I call it "boner killer."

We shake hands and Paul leads me down some stairs, through a narrow carpeted hallway and into what sort of appears to be a basement guest bedroom, although I'll bet it's where Paul sleeps every night. More bonor killers: Pictures of the grandkids, on the walls and large pictures of his parents (or maybe his grandparents) on his dresser. These are OLD photos, black and white photography, hand colored.

Maybe Paul wasn't in bad shape, but he wasn't in great shape either. I'd say just normal for a 60 year old dude. He kept apologizing for the loose skin, as he had just lost 45 lbs. Good for him I thought, but still, he wasn't 45. I don't know why he couldn't just accept himself for who he was. Actually I do know why. Vanity, of course.

When we get to the room, I start to undress. I strip to my boxers and ask him where he wants me. "Anywhere you want" he says. So I climb up and put the pillows against the headboard and Paul goes to work. First he pulls down the boxers. I'm not hard. He spent like 10 seconds on my nipples and chest, gave one or two licks of my nutsack, then tried to suck a testicle in his mouth. I have small testicles and a fairly tight scrotum, so that didn't work very well, and in fact it was painful and I let him know, so he then focused on what I wanted. A blow job.

Things were going pretty good, then he pulls off and opens up a dialog. "tell me if  I do anything you don't' like. Okay? And if you like something, then let me know, and tell me if there's anything you want me to do."

I agreed to everything and assured I would let him know if there was a problem. He got back on task and just as I was getting into it he pulls off again and looks me in the eyes and says "You won't cum in my mouth, will you?"

Well, fuck. I guess not, if you don't want me to.

 "I'll let ya know when I'm going to cum" I said. "Do you want me to tell you or just pull you off?" I asked. He said just pull him off.

Okay, back to the blow job. He was doing pretty well, and I was closing my eyes, trying to replace the images Gramma and Grampa's photos with images of hot young twinks blowing each other, when Paul decides he wants to deep throat me, which is just a little uncomfortable for me, then he almost gags.

He regains composure and starts sucking again. Nice.

 The twinks are coming back to my mind, then all of a sudden, teeth.

"Hey, teeth. TEETH, watch the teeth." I said. He pulled off and started to apologize, then he reminded me to tell him if there was anything else I didn't like.

This went on for most of the time. I swear, he wasn't a bad cock sucker, but fuck, he'd bring me to the brink and then try some funky move that didn't work, or worse yet, start talking about something. After about the 10th time of him telling me to let him know if I didn't like something, I just said,

"LESS TALKING, MORE SUCKING!"

 I also let him know that he just about had me approaching orgasm several times, when he would pull off.

Finally, just about the time I was going soft and about to give up, he got into a rhythm that was working, and I felt myself build once again, and I almost ruined it for myself, because I just knew he'd pull off.

But like a trooper he kept focused. I bucked my hips and fucked his face a little, then pulled him off, just before squirting my jizz and I finished myself off by hand. 

I thought he looked like Paul Harvey
complete with Grecian Formula hair.

Plop, plop, a little string of pearls on my hairy tummy.

He helped me clean up with some wet wipes which had been conveniently placed on the bed before hand.

Paul was quite complimentary of my photos when I sent them in our e-mails and asked if I could take some of him that looked like that. After the blow job (and a couple of times during) we got to the picture taking. I did my best and he did his best, but in my opinion the photos of him weren't very flattering. He was unable to get an erection, and said Viagra gave him a headache. We even took a few face shots. We then went to his computer where he extracted them from the memory card. Afterwords I formatted the card in the camera, so I wouldn't have them any more. He thought the pictures were great, at least that's what he said. He was always very positive.

My dad would say of people like him "He wouldn't say shit, even if he had a mouth full."

Paul was a nice guy, and I might go back and see him, but honestly the thing that bothered me most was his inability to be honest with himself, and therefore his Craigslist post. He wasn't 45 and he wasn't "in very good shape".

I'm no Zac Effron myself, and I know how hard it it to get someone to give a 47 year old guy a break, and it must be even harder if you're Paul's age, what ever that is.

Craigslist Experience #26B

Too Many Brads. 

So, this has never happened to me before. I thought I was scheduling a hook up with one guy, and it actually turns out its another dude, I've hooked up with before. 

I'm looking at my e-mails and still trying to sort it all out. 

Here's what I think happened. 

Last week, I went and got a nice blow job from a guy I called Brad. When I got home, I  e-mailed Brad, and thanked him. He hit me back with this: 

> Sure thing, nice cock by the way! Do you ever get 
> into watching another guy get head and join in? I've got 
> a buddy who wants me to be blowing him and have another guy 
> walk in and watch then also join in so I'm blowing 
> two dicks at once. Let me know if you'd be 
> down for something like that in the future. 

I told him I would, and it sounded fun. 

So, last Tuesday while working the Craigslist, I spot this post: 

> Stop by after work for a no-strings BJ! - 31 (SLC) 
> Date: 2009-08-25, 4:42PM MDT 
> 
> I have a buddy cumming over at 5:45 and we want 
> another guy so I can suck you both off at the same time! 
> Send a pic and I'll send you one back. I want to suck
> and swallow and I give amazing head! Let's do this now! 
> I have porn and poppers. 

So, I responded to this anonymous post on Craigslist, and got a reply back: 

> Hey is this Brad? 
> 
> Did you put together your 3 way? I'm still 
> interested. I wasn't' around earlier. I just got home 
> from work. 
> 
> I'd be interested in hearing how it went if you 
>found someone. 
> 
> Jack. 

And so "Brad" tells me about how he DID have a threesome, and more, and so on and so forth, and do I want another blow job? So, we go back and forth, and here it is Thursday, and I say, "what about today?" 

All this time, I think I'm talking to Brad from last week, when in fact it's ANOTHER dude, ALSO NAMED BRAD (different last name). 

I only figured this out when he gives me his address, which is slightly different from the Brad that I THOUGHT I was going to. 

Can you imagine??!! Showing up at one guys house for a blow job, when he didn't know anything about it? I'm glad I figured it out before I went there. 

Wasn't this an episode of the Andy Griffith show, where Andy Showed up to Helen's house, for sex, and it was really Floyd the barber that wanted to blow him? 

Geeze. I gotta keep my slutty Brads straight. 

(okay, neither guy was named Brad in reality, but they really do have the SAME first name. I called one Brad and the other Norm in my stories in case you're keeping track.) 

Craigslist Experience #26

Eeeeew. Ick. 

I'm not very happy about writing about this. I'm not sure if I'm even going to post it. I guess I should, just to show it's not all peaches 'n cream out there in Craislistland. 

I'd e-mailed a guy who's handle was "hotcowboy@somethingoranother". He said he "loved massaging guys/possibly busting a nut" and claimed to be 44. 

Well, it's Saturday, and I check my e-mail, and the cowboy says, "are ya free" So, I figure, sure, I could use a back rub. 

I'm going to make a short icky story even shorter. 


I showered and drove to Bountiful. I found Cowboy's apartment, and knocked on the door. He invited me in. I shook his hand. 

The living room was a bit messy and "Fast Times at Ridgemont High" was playing on the TV. 

The Cowboy walked out of the room. 

"Am I following you?" I asked. "Yup" he responded. 

He led me to his filthy bedroom. The sheets were gray. God, I hoped that they came from the store that color. We got undressed and he poured some Suave lotion on my back and started giving me a back rub. It was okay. He grazed my asshole. "Easy buddy" I said. 

After awhile I rolled over and he lubed my dick up with more Suave lotion and proceeded to jerk me off, while talking nonstop about everything from his recent trip to Pocatello, Idaho to road construction on Interstate 15. 

I tried giving him a hand job, and he went soft. Later, after I told him I liked blow jobs, he didn't offer one. I, however elected to try and give HIM a BJ. I asked if he had a paper towel to wipe all of the Suave lotion from his dick first. He had a big cut dick. 

Instead of getting a paper towell for me, he said "here use this" and grabbed a section of the gray bed sheet and wiped the lotion from his dong. 

I put it in my mouth. (not the creepy gray bed sheet, but his big dick.) 


Fuck. It tasted like lotion, and his dick was too big anyway. After only a few minutes, it went softer, rather than harder. He wasn't into it as much as I wasn't into it. 

I said "I don't think this is working for either of us" and he agreed, so I dressed and fled. 

All I could think of was, "I hope I don't' get crabs from that creepy bed." Eeeeew. 

I don't know what else to say. Eeeew. 

Craigslist Encounter #25.

This shouldn't take too much time. Simple blow job, no muss, no fuss, no drama. Not much anyway. 

I answered this guys post for giving head last weekend. 

> Deep Throat Ready - 35 (Sugarhouse Liberty ) 
> 
> Reply to: XXXXXXXXX@craigslist.org 

> Home buzzed and looking to suck a nice fat cock to completion. 
>You come over drop trou and pump a load down my throat. 
>I'm clean dieseas/drug free (drink only) can host have gay/bi & str8 porn. 
>Please be between 21-45 yrs old clean discreet hwp to very well built and 
>aggressive/verbal and want to get blown deep and hard. 

He didn't get back to me, in enough time, and I ended up going over to Sparky's place, (see previous post) where I got the finger fucking of a life time, but you've already read about that. 

When I returned from Sparky's I had a message saying to come over and he would suck me off. I told him "too late," but he said to hit him back when I was ready.. 

A few days went by, and for some reason, I decided to post something on CL, and "Brad" hit me back. He didn't know who I was, of course, because when you post something in Craigslist, it just shows an anonymous type e-mail address to reply to. The next time you contact someone, it's via your own e-mail address (or more likely, your own fake e-mail address that you use only for hookups and surfing porn) so the receiver can tell who you are.. 

So, today, I'm looking to get blown, as usual. Nothing working early in the morning, before 8, so I e-mail "Brad". Are you up and giving head this morning? I didn't hear back, but that's pretty normal and finally I decide to go and do some handyman work. I returned home at noon, and look at CL again, and start working it. Another flakey 24 year old is stringing me along, and I just know how it's going to go, so I tell him, forget it, and I'm just going to the gym. If he's interested be at the empty lot across from my house at 2:45. 

When I get home from the gym , there's a message from Flakey, and he flaked out and just went to work. I knew he was going to flake anyway, so no big loss. Not long after, a message pops up. Brad got back from a meeting early, and if I want, I can come over for some head! If I want? Ummmmm Hello.......it's Jack here. 

I shower and drove over to his apartment. He answered the door. I went inside. Now, Brad was short. Shorter than me anyway, and he kind of leaned to one side, like maybe he had a spine problem, or a birth defect, like one leg longer than the other. He looked to be in his early 30's and was pretty attractive. Short dark hair. Maybe Latino, but could have been Mediterranean, but dark olive skin. He had a great upper body, hidden only slightly by his wife beater. He actually looked kind of mean. That's when I spied his fat dick and balls sticking out of the elastic band of his basketball shorts. I stepped inside the apartment. and I said "Nice" and grabbed for it. I rubbed it a bit and got some sticky precum all over my hand. I felt the urge to wipe it on his shirt. I didn't. 

"Where do you want me?" I asked. He pointed me to the chair in front of a large computer monitor, where there were two guys blowing each other on the screen. Good. Nice BJ Porn. 

I took off my shoes and pants, and asked him if I should remove my shirt. He nodded. I took it off and sat down. He tugged at my boxers. Oooops. I guess those need to come off too. 

He dropped to his knees. Now, normally when someone drops to their knees, they slowly lower themselves to a kneeling position. Brad Dropped. Bang! His knees hit the floor and it sounded like if must have hurt. It didn't' faze him. He chowed down on my dick. 

I think what ever leg or hip or back problem he had, he didn't have the right muscles or bones or what ever to slowly kneel. I still don't know, and frankly don't care. 

The blow job wasn't bad, but it wasn't stellar. Loose and sloppy without a lot of suction. I wasn't worried about bruising this time. No teeth, and some deep throating as well. Once I got kind of into fucking his face, and it was going good (at least for me) but eventually he must have run out of air, cause he pulled off and gasped for breath. 

It took me a long time to cum. The stimulation by his mouth was minimal, and he would resort to his hand. He kept grazing-rubbing the head of my penis with his well salivated palm, and the shock sensation was overwhelming. Just as I'd get used to it, he's put my dick back in the low-stimulus mouth and blow me some more. So, let's just say it was taking a while. 

Finally, I relaxed, and watched the porn and let the orgasm happen. It was so slow in coming that I really had to concentrate, as I feared at any moment, I would stop approaching the climax and lose ground, so I kind of came in his mouth without much warning, just an increase in breathing and a quick "oh god!" as I started to spill my load. I didn't even get a chance to use the dirty talk. 

Brad stayed on me for the first and second squirt, then pulled off and raced to the kitchen (to spit I think). I looked down at my cock in mid orgasm, and I popped out another white pearl. I started jacking myself it to make the most of it. 

As I finished, Brad returned with a paper towel, and wiped the cum from my dick and hand, and apologized. I apologized too for not giving him warning. You just shouldn't assume that a dude who is blowing you wants to eat your jizz. 

He asked me if I liked it. Of course I did. I asked him if he had fun, he said he did. He said to hit him back if I wanted another, and I probably will. He seemed like a nice guy. Maybe I can do something more for him next time. It was kind of fun stroking his fat slipery unit 

I'll keep ya posted. 

Craigslist Encounter #24.

Another day, another blowjob, or so it seemed. Here's the last e-mail from a guy that was "blowing hot dudes this morning - 39 (downtown)"

> From: Dxxxd Fxxd
> Subject: Re: blowing hot dudes this morning - 39 (downtown)
> To: "Jack"
>
> cool
> i have to shower and walk my dog then i can head out.
> give me a number or location. or both?

As far as I knew, he was on his way over. An hour later, nothing. I got ready to do other things, like work and get stuff done, but continued to check out CL, because you never know when someone is going to post lookin for someone just like me. "blowing desperate horny older dudes. I'm young, handsome and there's no strings attached."

So, maybe I didn't find THAT post, but I found this:

> I will milk your cock - m4m - 34 (sugarhouse)
>
> Reply to: XXXXXXX@craigslist.org

> Horny guy here with a place to work your cock. I am very
> oral and sometimes like to get fucked. If your hung that is
> a big plus. Thick is cool to. Please no one over 45 or under
> 24. I am horny and discrete and clean you need to be to.
> please no endless emails

I hit him back, and sent a pic. He was complimentary about the picture, and on the next e-mail, I mentioned I was two years older than his 45 year old age maximum. He didn't seem fazed. We exchanged a few more e-mails, and he gave me a general area to drive to, and his phone number. When I got to the aforementioned area which was a local post office, I called him, and he talked me in, the last few blocks.

"Sparky" answered the door. He looked roughly 34. and was a bit husky, and carried it all in his belly. It wasn't like really fat- fat, just stocky-heavy. I couldn't have cared less. He sounded like a nice guy, and was going to get me off.

He invited me in and I shook his hand.

He asked if I would like some porn.

Yes please.

He went upstairs and returned with a tupperware full.

Gay? Straight?

Gay please.

What kind?

"College aged guys would be cool." He had some, and put it in the "blue ray" player.

I asked, "Should I get undressed? Do you want to undress me?" 


He said I should undress myself.

As I did, he spread out a blanket on the floor, and put down a throw pillow.

"Do you want a hand job, or a blow job?" I told him what ever he wants, I was just happy he was going to get me off. He said he was a massage therapist and really liked rubbing, so he would enjoy giving me a hand job.

"Lay here, and put your legs here" he said, pointing towards himself.

I laid on the blanket, face down, and legs toward him.

"No, the other way!" he said.

I got up put my head towards him and legs out the other way.

"No!". He motioned for me to roll over.

"Oh, on my back!" I said. Geeze.

So, once I got in the correct position, Sparky started working his magic with his hands. With the help of some kind of lubricant or massage oil, he expertly massaged my dick and brought me to full mast quickly.

I asked him if he wanted to get undressed. 


He didn't. 


Whatever. Hey, if you want to focus on getting me off, who am I to argue. I wish I could elaborate more on the half hour hand job this guy gave me. He knew what he was doing. I'd start to climax, and he'd do something else. This went on for a long while, but the porn was good. I was comfortable and it looked like sparky was enjoying manipulating me.

After a while, Sparky said he changed his mind and he did want to take his pants off. I could feel his pecker below my balls and kind of near my ass. We made an agreement, that it wasn't going IN my ass.

I'm a little embarrassed to say, but I kind of liked feeling his dick there. By the way I was gripping Sparky's hefty legs, and hoisting myself into it, you might say more than kind of liked it.

Sparky sensed this and took the opportunity to play a little with by butt hole. Plenty of oil, and he brushed, then rubbed then caressed my button.

Finally, I said, "if you want to stick a finger in there, I wouldn't mind. Just be gentle."

So, for like another half hour, Sparky played with my ass, and tried to work a finger in there.

It wasn't easy.

He talked a lot during this. Kind of clinical talk, about relaxation, and don't tense up. Occasionally, I would say...."easy man", even "ow, that kind of hurts."

But Sparky was persistent. At one point he instructed me to roll over. On all fours. This turned into more concentration on my ass, which was kind of annoying me, but he must have sensed this too, because before I could ever say anything, he's gripping my dripping and rock hard dick and give it some wonderful rub.

Picture this. I'm on all fours, like a dog, and Sparky is behind me, somewhere. I don't know if he's sitting, standing or kneeling. My head is down on a pillow, and I'm concentrating on the porn, when my brain isn't thinking of his fat fucking finger assaulting my sphincter. It hurts some, but for some reason, I can't stop rocking myself onto it. Strange.

I want to cum so bad, but my dick isn't getting the attention it needs.

I'm starting to moan, involuntarily, rocking back and forth. Sparky is saying "relax, relax, breath, watch the porn, relax."

Well, fuck. Something is going on in my ass. Something weird. Pretty soon, I feel pressure building. I was moaning and said I thought I was going to cum soon, but the strange thing is that I didn't feel the typical penile orgasm happening.

Thank god, Sparky ramped up the dick play, and things started feeling really good there in the penis department.

Soon, came a three minute out-of-body intense pleasure, pain, experience that I can't even use English to describe. I wish I could recall the details of that time period, but seriously, I think I was out of my mind.

Here's what I remember. I wanted to cum sooo bad. I was begging. I was moaning. I was yelling and the intensity just kept increasing. I couldn't fucking take it and I just wanted to come, and finally, mercifully I hit my orgasm. But instead of the pleasure/relief that normally marks orgasm, the intensity kept increasing, and Sparky kept massaging my extra overly sensitive dick head, and I'm sure his finger was deep in my ass. I was almost crying, and begging... "OH GOD. IT'S TOO MUCH....IT'S TOO MUCH. I don't know how loud I was, but I was loud.

It was actually too much physical intensity to take. I'm sure I jizzed all over the place and Sparky slowly peaked me and brought me back to earth. I know I can't take orgasms like that every day. Maybe only a few times a year. Maybe never again.

I came to, panting on the blanket, laying in a puddle of jizz. Sparky was rubbing my back telling me it was okay. My face and arm were tingling. Maybe I had a stroke!

I went to get up and my legs were weak. I found my boxers and pants, and finally my shirt. Sparky offered his kitchen sink to wash my hands.

I should have washed my ass, because after I left, my boxers were sticking to my butt cheeks because of all the massage oil (or was that lube?).

When I got home, Sparky sent a message to me, thanking me for being open to new things.

Open? My asshole was open Sparky. Thanks man. I have a feeling this story isn't over.

CL encounter #23

You know sometimes you say to your self, I just should have stayed in bed today?

Well, I just should have stayed home and jacked off today.

I was scouring the CL posts again this morning, hoping for an early morning BJ, and sure enough I found one, except, the guy wanted his ass fucked too. So, I'm thinking, I can do this. It's worth a BJ and I might enjoy it too.

The guys didn't have any pics, but said he was 6' and 200 lbs. So, that's not too out of proportions. His post listed him as 42 years old.

The usual back and forth e-mail, and put the deal together. I showered, and headed over. The guy wasn't really all that fat.  Not terribly attractive, but not the ugliest guy that's bobbed my knob. So, we go to his room, and there's some first rate porn playing on a huge High Def computer screen. It must have been a DVD. I take off my shoes, pants and boxers, and he starts sucking my cock.

I asked him if he was hard yet.

No.

He wanted to suck me a bit first. He was giving me a pretty good blow job, and lots of nice compliments on my dick, and he's kind of working up a sweat, like his hair is all sweaty and he's kind of shaking and stuff. I think maybe he was high.

I'm not 100 % sure what a tweaker is, but if I had to guess, I'm thinking this guy is a tweaker.

So, then he says he's going to take off his pants and get a bit of enjoyment himself. 

Did I mention he mumbled and had a British accent, and mumbled, so I could only understand about half of what he said?

He pulled down his shorts and revealed a pretty stubby dick. I'm not going to make fun of anyone's dick, so don't think that I'm bashing on the guy, but true to my previous posts, I want to give an accurate description of what I was experiencing. There was no shaft. Just kind of a nub and the head of a dick above his ball sack. I thought maybe it might extend out a bit if and when it got hard.

It never did.

He was sucking me. I was watching the porn, which was great, by the way, and he was rubbing his crotch. It kind of looked like how a girl might masturbate. More rubbing than stroking.

So, after a wile, he asks me if I can fuck him. "Sure. Got a condom?" I ask. He gets one from the night stand and puts it on me and applies some lube. "Are you going to bend over the bed?" I ask.

No. He wants to be on his back.

So, he gets on the bed, and pulls his legs up. I'm not really aroused at this sight, but I"m still hard from the blow job. I didn't want to take the time to prepare his ass with my fingers, so I just plunged right in. Turns out, it wasn't a problem anyway.

Before long, I was in-out, in-out. The dude had his eyes closed, and was rubbing his crotch. I really couldn't see what was going on under his hand. He started moaning with enjoyment, and sweating. His face got contorted.

I wish I could say it was hot, and I think for him it was.

I tried to play with his scrote as I was plowing away, and he seemed to like that, and kept putting his hand on mine, while continuing to rub the nub. Then he really started to moan, and I took this as my cue to go for double-time. Faster and faster thrusts, and he's moaning like crazy. This went on for only a minute, and I look down, and theres a wad of yellowish thick jizz on his stomach. The fucker must have been cumming while I was double-timing him.

I slowed down, and eased out.

"Are ya done?" I asked.

He was panting and sweating, and cleaning him self off with the towel, and said, "just let me catch my breath a minute."

I thought I might as well jack off. I don't have any porn nearly as good as what's playing on his computer. I ask him if maybe he'll suck me off. He mumbles something unintelligible in is British babble, so I just took off the condom, used his lube and started working my own dick.

Finally the Britt says he'll suck me and proceeds to do just that. He only lasts a minute or two, and then mumbles something about stamina, and gives me some hand job. Finally I just take over, because I could see this wasn't going anywhere.

I got off in a minute or two, used his towel, wiped the lube and cum from my groin and started searching for my boxers. We thanked each other.

Maybe it was slightly better that just staying at home and beating off, but only just slightly. The only thing I can say is the quality of the porn was better. Maybe I need to try buying some, instead of just downloading free stuff from the internet.

CL encounter #22

This isn't really a story about me getting blown, as much as it's a story about disappointment.

I recently had an e-mail buddy tell me that I was pretty down on myself, in my posts. Maybe I was better looking than I thought. Maybe I had a bad self image.
The truth is I think I have a great self image. I'm a real nice guy, a hard worker, generous when I can be, and I actually LIKE myself, and I am happy most of the time.

The following story illustrates just why I think I'm not the "most handsome guy in the world."

I got up real early to do some clean-up at the rental unit I own.   I wanted to get this done in the relative cool of the morning. Usually morning consists of me looking at my favorite porn blogs and scouring Craigslist looking to get blown.

I was putting piles of shit on the curb cause it's annual clean up time here in the hood.. So I'm out, getting all hot and sweaty and dirty, and I finish by 9:00. I come home and shower and start looking for someone to blow me. I see this post:

suck / swallow Service in public places today - 35 (slc valley)
Reply to: pers-XXXXXXX@craigslist.org

White35yTop 6' l68lb w/ 7" (nice!)(thats what everyone says)short curly hair BRN/ Hazel
sucking and ?/ALL DAY aft 9am
craving that hard cock / and a dom MAN
want to meet up at a local park stall
and take it from there
U-send YOUR STATS ONLY No Photos(send true stats or i will just drive off)all are welcome
U pick the park send me the address(pick a slow Park so we can get this done!)
Ishow up do the deed and if you want MORE? we head some where else
I'm HIV- DDF U B also
18- 40
uncut/poppers a ++++

no long emails just your stats and time / Location


So, even though the guy is 12 years younger than me, I respond:

From: "Jack"

To: XXXXXXXX@craigslist.org

Sounds fun. I'm a little worried about a public park. What do consenting adults do is their personal business, but when you involve the public....hmmm.

Would you be willing to meet at the park by my house, and get in the car, or I get in your car, and if we click, drive a block to my driveway and get'er done?

Jack.

47. 5'6" 143lbs Fit. Don't have a huge dick, but it's not teeny weenie either.

And so starts the e-mail marathon. Seriously, about 40 minutes of back and forth e-mail. He finally asks if he can just come here and skip all this park business.

"Of course, that would be a lot safer" I replied.

Then, he starts asking me if I' up for other stuff. "Top / Bottom ?? " He asks.

I give him my policy (I'm not bottoming!) , and pretty soon he says he's on his way. He'll be at the empty lot across the street from my house by 10:45. At about 10:42 a black Scion with a nice looking guy driving it shows up in the lot. He just stops. I figure it must be him.

I step outside my front door, and stand on the porch until he looks my way. He's got sunglasses on, so I can't really tell if he's looking, but I'm pretty sure he is. I motion for him to come over, and point to the driveway. He does nothing. I hold up my cell phone (the homo-phone I bought from Shopko) and point to it. I already had asked him to call me, and I gave him the number.

Just then some young Hispanic dude turns the corner and comes walking down the street. I didn't want to be standing on my porch when he passed, so I went back in the house.

I watched from the window as "Patrick" drove out of the lot, and down the street.

I'm not sure why he fled. I was upfront in my post. I told him I was 47 and gave him absolute correct stats.

So, I knew right away, I'd better jump back on CL to find someone else.

I spotted this post:

> Need Head? >
> Reply to: xxxxxxxxxxxx@craigslist.org
>
> In shape masculine 44 y/o five ten, one seventy five pound
> guy who will come to you, take your load and leave. Talented
> cock sucker, and bottom. Safe only. Please be ddf and in
> shape. you dont have to be a gym rat, but HWP is nice.
> Respond with pic please. Cock pics go to the front of the
> line. I cant host so please dont ask. If my ad is still up,
> Im still looking.


Long story short, A couple of short e-mails. The dude showed up. Came in and blew me. He didn't want to take his clothes off. After a minute, I asked him if he didn't want to jack off too, and he said maybe, and pulled his average sized dick through the fly of his plaid shorts and I reached down and grabbed it. I got it hard for him as he continued to blow me.

After about 15 minutes of excellent cock sucking, along with some ball licking and slippery hand jobbing, he got me off. I didn't talk much, but let him know right before I came, and he ramped up the sucking a bit.

Some cum went in his mouth, and then he pulled off and jacked and sucked me and some went down his chin. When I was composed enough, I gave him my t-shirt to wipe up, and he wiped off his tongue. My guess is he didn't swallow. I offered him some chewing gum.

He got up and left, I was still naked, hard and had some cum on my dick as I sat on the couch.

Why can't all dudes just be like this guy?  Do what you say, and say what you do.  My only complaint; I could smell a little cigarette smoke. That's the price I paid for a few minutes of heaven.

Craigslist Experience #21

Well, I guess I'm officially a top. I just got done successfully fucking my second ass. I guess once you get the hang of something, it comes easier. (no pun intended) 

Not much to tell. I was searching for a blow job.

Again.

I haven't jacked off in days because I've been working. I tried to set something up last night for this morning, but of course they all flaked. They always do. No one is interested in setting up encounters for the future. It's now or nothing. Oh sure, they SAY they'll meet you in the morning, but of the 10 or so times I've set something up, only 2 have gone through with it.

So, I'm working the Craigslist hard, responding to anything that even remotely sounds like it will get me blown, when I spy a post by Princess La Paz. A 26 year old dude, that just wants some one to come over, find the door unlocked, him naked face down on the bed, fuck his ass, then leave.

He posts pics.

Nice body.

We exchange back and forth. He's cool that I'm older, he's cool with the size of my dick. At 12:28 in the afternoon, he e-mails his address. At 12:52, I'm peeling off my clothes in his upstairs bedroom. I brought condoms and a vinyl exam glove. The lube was on the bed. I squirted lube on his shaved brown ass, inserted a gloved thumb, traded it for an index finger, then two fingers. I fished a condom from my cargo shorts, wrapped my dong, and plunged in just before 1PM.

Wham bam thank you man, I left the cum filled condom and slippery glove on his back, got dressed, and at 1:05 PM was headed home, relieved of my pent up stress. Whew. I don't know if I get extra points for being quick, but if so, I earned a bunch today.

Craigslist Encounter #20

I just got back from the Airport Holiday Inn, where I had experience #20.

I kind of wanted #20 to be a memorable one, it's kind of a mile stone. Then, I got horny, and just started searching for a warm mouth. Any warm mouth.

So, tonight's experience started out to be something not so memorable, a hotel blow job by an out of town visitor, but ended up being something to remember. My first successful topping experience. By successful, I mean I achieved MY orgasm, while fucking some guys ass! I think that's 4 failures and this one success. Gives one hope.

Here's how my day went: (an excerpt from an e-mail I sent to an internet friend)

"Tonight for example, I had one guy who we have been e-mailing for weeks trying to schedule something, when I first responded to his post, he said he just wanted to blow someone. A guy my age and he lived in Farmington. Then there was this other asshole who was going to blow me yesterday afternoon, then pushed it until evening, then pushed it to this morning. I got a work call, that ate up the morning, then he said he'd come over at 4PM, then 5PM, and then I never heard from him again. While this was going on, this 22 year old kid who keeps saying he wants to come over, said it again. At 4:40, he said he was on his way but of course he never showed up. This is the second or third time, I knew he wouldn't anyway (but I was kind of hoping.)

So...... all three fuckers left me high and dry and I was horny as hell, and i was just about ready to jack off, but I was cruising CL posts the whole time responding to any and everything and it was really eating up a lot of time and getting very frustrating.

Finally some guy from out of town was staying at an airport hotel, and said to come over. I did and wham-bam-thank-you-man....pressure relieved."

Actually the hotel guys posted this:

cum dump open for anon loads - 38 (slc airport hotel)
Reply to: pers-XXXXXXX@craigslist.org

38 yr old, white jock, 6' tall, 175 lbs, 7.5", obedient bottom hosting.

looking for NOW until .....

send stats/pic/time in first e mail.

So I desperately wrote him that I just wanted a blow job, and could he help a brother out? He hit me back right away, and I told him I had two other (flakes) may be going to come by and I would let him know either way at 5:30.

At 5:30, after I was sure that everyone was certainly going to flake out, I hit him back and he gave me the room number to his hotel. He also said he would leave the door unlocked, and I should just push it open, and he would be there with a big cucumber in his ass!

I e-mailed back and said I would call when I was in the parking lot. For some reason, I brought a condom with me. Hmmmm.....maybe I had something brewing in the back of my head.

So, I drive to the hotel, and although it's rush hour, I get there in like 12 minutes. I called the hotel front desk, and asked for room 433. "What's the last name", the operator inquired. Fuck. I don't know. I didn't think "Cum Dump" would fly. "I just know him as RJ" I said, "I don't know his last name."

She connected me and RJ said to come up. 

I did. 

Just as promised, the door just pushed open. It was almost totally dark inside, and reeked of cigarette smoke. (when will I learn to ask about that???!!)

The only light was coming from the TV, and there was a gay porn playing. I don't remember if I said anything, maybe hello, and walked over to the bed and there was a guy, not much bigger than me (I think, it was so dark) playing with his dick. He was semi hard, fairly big, with big balls, and a thick rubber cock ring. I don't think I've ever seen one of those before....except in porn. I was surprised at the thickness of it, like maybe 3/8 " thick. The cock ring, not his cock. 

So, I grabbed his dick, and played with his balls. He fumbled with the button on my shorts. I started to get hard, and finally just took off my own damn pants. The boxers came off in the same motion.

CJ wasted no time and put my dick in his mouth......ahhhhhh relief, finally. But then....teeth. I warned him to watch it. He adjusted correctly. So I played with his dick for a bit. He didn't have a cucumber in his ass, but there was one nearby. I picked it up. It was slippery with lube. I could barely see.

I rubbed the cucumber up and down his ass crack. He lifted his legs, and kind of forgot to keep sucking me. I tried to get it in or near his asshole. I was standing next to the bed, and couldn't really see what I was doing. Even if I could see, I don't' think I knew what to do, but I guess it's simple enough.....insert huge vegetable into dude's butt.

So, I'm rubbing the cuke up and down, making no progress as far as entry is concerned, and CJ turns over on to his hands and knees. I'm not sure if it's to spread his ass open for the cuke, or to give me better head. It seems to work for both.

This goes on for a minute, and I'm starting to feel like I'm slowly climbing Mt. Orgasm. One sure way to slow down that: butt fucking.

"You want me to try to fuck your ass?" I asked. (the cucumber was seriously 3 times fatter than my dick, and made NO signs of going in his asshole.)

"You can do what ever you want." he said. 

I told him I wasn't very experienced. I found my shorts on the floor by my feet, and fished out the condom from my pocket. I put it on my dick, and climbed on the bed. The condom had a little lube on it, and I knew the cucumber did too, so I didn't bother lubing up my dick.

He was on all fours, and I just plunged in. He fucking moaned. I just started going for it, in and out as deep as I could. He then lay down, and I was on top of him doing my best. I don't know why, but I had the urge to bite him on the back and shoulders, and so I did, figuring he would stop me if it was a problem. 

He didn't stop me.

My dick popped out "Do you want me to use more lube?" I asked. "Yah." He said.

There was a bottle close by and I squirted some into my palm and rubbed in onto my wrapped dick. I plunged in again and this time it was slicker.

I leaned forward and he moaned again. I don't know if it was hurting him, or he was enjoying it. I bit his neck, then found his ear, and chewed it a bit. His hair was buzzed short and I could feel it on my cheek.

I get so horny when someone's hot breath is in MY ear, but the last person to do that to me was my girlfriend Tina.  I hoped it was having the same effect on him as I remember it having on me.

My dick came out a couple of times, and CJ took one opportunity to roll over. I tried to lift his ass and stuff a pillow under it. His leg clobbered me in the head. "Sorry." 

He pulled his own legs back, and I plunged in again. Soon we were laying face to face, or rather chest to chest. I was getting into a rhythm, and biting his ear and neck. Down south, the fucking was going good, and I could tell I was climbing Mt. Orgasm.

I knew I was building to my climax, then the dilemma. Should I tell him and we could discuss some options? Should I quit and ask him to blow me? Should I stop and take another stab at the cucumber?

In the end, I just decided to go for it, and tell him I was going to cum (in the condom) at the last minute.

I did just that. 

I was pounding away and biting his ear, I gasped hotly, "Oh, I'm going to cum." He responded by gripping my back and putting his legs around me. "Fuck, I'm going to cum in your ass" I said again as I reached orgasm. I've never said that to anyone before. Then I started the dirty talk as I let loose my jizz. I'm not exactly sure when my orgasm-inspired dirty talk started, but lately I've been yelling out nasty stuff, like "you dirty fucker, you nasty cock sucker and crap like that, as I cum."

I don't know if the dudes like it. Maybe they're having a great laugh about it on THEIR blogs.

When I was through, I miked it for all it was worth, and finally pulled out.

I thought maybe CJ would be interested in the Cuke, now that he was a little more "open". I picked it up, and went to work it into his ass.

"Don't worry about me, man," he said, "I've already cum today....several times."

"Okay, then, I'm going to get dressed and leave." I said. 

I got off of the bed and started to gather up my clothes. "Leave me that condom" he said. 

Sure thing. What ever floats your boat. 

I pulled it off and left my cum filled condom on the night stand, then took, my clothes to the bathroom where I could turn on the light and see. I washed up, dressed and came out to find my shoes. CJ was there with his shorts on. I put on my shoes, shook his hand and said thanks.

I noticed in the elevator mirror as I descended to the lobby that I looked kind of sweaty. 

Stud, I thought to my self, for a second.

When I got to the lobby doors it was poring with rain from a late afternoon thunderstorm. It stopped by the time I got to the edge of the awning. I left feeling relieved, just like the afternoon atmosphere, we had both lost our load.