Criagslist encounter #33.

Well, after a week of nothing but spanking the monkey, I finally got a wonderful blow job this evening. 

In a nut shell: 

NEW TO THIS-BUT I WANNA SUCK SOME COCK - m4m - 37 (SLC AIRPORT) 
Reply to: XXXXXXXX@craigslist.org 

37/wm, new to this. Have been curious for some time. Would like to have a guy or 
two stop by my hotel and let me suck them off. I want to have you cum in my 
mouth. 

He posted at 4:45 PM. I replied at 6:51 PM. That's two hours later. An eternity in Craigslist time, where guys are horny, guys post, guys get off, then guys delete their post, all in the same hour. 

He hit's me back at 6:57, and the e-mail tag is ON! Actually not too bad. As soon as he sounded interested, I showered and by the time I was out of the shower, he gave me his hotel and room number and at 7:33, I was knocking on his hotel room door. 

He described himself as “37/6'2",med.build,240,brn/brn,8"uncut, out by the airport looking for soon.” Okay, he is bigger than I prefer, but I'm horny. I'm tired of jacking off and he only wants to blow someone. No work required of me. 

I get there and he's not a bad looking fellow. He gets much more handsome when he removes his glasses. Short cropped hair, like Sargent Carter on Gomer Pyle. Except this Sargent had a bit of a tummy. Not too bad, but if he lost 30 lbs around his middle, he'd be pretty hot. Okay, if he lost 30 lbs around his middle AND quit smoking, he'd be pretty hot. 

Yep, he smoked. I gotta remember to ask about that. Of course, as randy as I was feeling, He could have been 400 lbs, smoking crack and shooting up, and I'd let him blow me. 

So Sarge tries to make a little small talk. He says he's married. Been married for 14 years, and thinking about this for a while. He tells me I'm his first. I told him I like to sit while being blown. “Should I sit in the chair, or on the bed? I ask.” 

He suggest the bed. 

I strip off my shoes, cargo shorts and boxers.


(Because my friend Dennis wears cargo shorts and takes nasty sexy pics of himself in them, I automatically assume they make ME look sexy too, and now wear them to all of my clandestine encounters.) 

I get on the bed, and Sarge nervously strips, then climbs on the bed too. I tell him to try and get me hard. He fumbles with my dick, and because I'm not getting hard enough, fast enough, I maneuver myself around so I can fondle his package as well. 

With no warning or advance notice, he just goes down on me. Ahhhh. Warm slippery mouth on my cock at last. I let out a sigh of relief. 

Sarge is doing a pretty good job for a first timer. In fact, a really really good job. No teeth at all. I'm still not very hard, and therefore not very big, so it shouldn't be that difficult. I quickly inflate. It's pretty pleasurable. 

I've got a pretty good grasp on his dick too. Like mine, it starts springing to life. I hope it's because it's owner is getting turned on, finally sucking a cock for the first time, but it might be because I'm playing with it too. Probably a combination. He's uncut, and there's a lot of foreskin. His dick a a bit bigger than mine, but not 8". It also has a serious curve to it. Again, like a banana, but curving down. 

So, I'm fully hard and loving the blow job, and getting ready to reposition myself against the headboard to get the maximum blow-job receiving angle, when I decide that, “while I'm here, maybe I'll just suck him off a little too.” So we're 69-ing for a few minutes, before I decided that I AM going to lean back and let him do all the work. 

And work he did. 

Fuck. This guy could suck dick. I'm still having trouble believing that it's his first time, because not once did I ever feel a tooth nick my dick head. I might call it a close to perfect knob-job, if he had added a bit more suction. His tongue work was masterful. 

He said his wife blew him a lot, and he knew what he liked. And what ever that was, I liked it too. 

As good as it was, it still took me a while to climb Mt. Orgasm. I tried grabbing his short hair, and I tried pushing him down on my cock a few times, but he gagged. I asked him if he liked that or if it was a problem. 

It was a problem. 

I quickly stopped doing that. 

I tried to be a little more gentile; head rubbing, running my hand though his cropped hair, and a little shoulder massage here and there. 

After 15 or 20 minutes he had me peaking and I told him that. He mumbled MMMM-hummmm, and then the fucker backed off. He Slowed his pace, and kind of pulled off and licked around the head. It's like he knew what he was doing, and kept me at the brink and wouldn't let me cum. I even tried to push his head down again, and was involuntarily bucking my hips fucking his mouth, but he just held back. I was in agony! 

And then, with out any rhyme or reason, he went back to the awesome sucking and tonguing and brought me over the edge. 

I let out a torrent of dirty talk as I squirted into his mouth. He just kept sucking. I started to get sensitive, and he just kept up the relentless pace. I was moaning and swearing like a sailor, and I finally begged him to stop. He pulled off. 

He went to the bathroom and I heard him rinsing his mouth. He made that sound like when you bring up a phloem ball from your throat, and spit into the sink. At least that's what it sounded like. He brought back a wash cloth, and I cleaned up the slobber. 
We chatted for a minute while I got dressed. I thanked him again, we shook hands and I was on my way. 

When I got home, I sent him a thank you e-mail. His response blew me away: 

"I've been curious for some time. My wife knows about this, and has encouraged me to explore this other side. The reason I ask, is if I come back with my wife-she would love to watch me give a guy head. Would you be interested in this situation?" 

So, I guess this story, may be continued! 

Craigslist Experience #32

Okay, again I don't feel like writing. Then again, maybe I do. 

After this mornings defeat, I had blue balls. Time to hit the regulars. I tried Norm. No response to the e-mail, or the text. 


I e-mailed Chubby. About noon Chubby hits me back. Yes, he want's "more milk. Mmmmmm."  His words, not mine. 

I waited and waited. Chubby never showed. I did other shit, the whole time I'm horny and should have just jacked off. This Craigslist thing is beginning to be a series of “Should-have-dones.” 

So, about 2:30 PM, Chubby e-mails. 

> From: XXXXXXXXXX 
> Subject: Re: Problems 
> To: Jack 
 
> Sorry got hit from behind at a stop 
> light fuel switch wont reset just got home aa bit ago can we 
> make it another time stud? 

I tell him sure. 

He hits me back with 

>Thanks love that milk shooter of yours mmmm < 

Serious. His words, not mine. 

So I'm still horny and about to beat off when I spy this post. 

open door fuck fest inquire within - m4m - 27 (downtown) 

hey there guys good looking bottom boy seeking Men today i am offering an open invite for as many guys that wish to show up 

I am seeking to be fucked as many times as possible...size and age do not matter but the bigger the better [have a fetish for large cocks] if you are horny and need to unload come on down guys. 

come to the room knock three times and enter, drop your pants and put me to work...this is an ALL NIGHT endevour starting at 4pm. 

again AS MANY AS I CAN take tonight. 

784w north temple [allstar motel] room 133 

p.s. donations to help cover room costs greatly apreciated. 

I go over to the Motel, it's only 5 minutes from my house. Right at 4:PM, I nervously knock on the door. No answer. I went back to the car and pretended to be on the phone. I kept an eye out on the place. I thought maybe someone else was in there taking his turn, and I'd catch him coming out.  No such luck. 

At 4:15, I tried again. This time the door wasn't closed all the way, I could tell it had been left open just a crack. I knocked again, three times, then pushed the door open. This was a pretty cheap and reasonably dingy hotel room with a kitchenette, and the 27 year old red headed dude laying on the bed. 

He looked at me and I looked at him. I sure hoped I had the right room. I said “are you down for this?” He nodded and said “yah.” 

Okay, I just started taking off my clothes. I was hoping he would have been already naked, ass in the air, so I wouldn't have to talk or anything. 

“You suck dick?” I asked. “Oh yah” he said as he smiled. 

I took down my boxers and he went work. Aaaaaaaah. Nice. I let him blow me. I told him to take off his basketball shorts. His dick was about the same length as mine, but thinner, and hand a serious curve in it like a banana and was ROCK HARD. He continued sucking me, and I sat down on the bed and leaned up against the head board. He seemed to enjoy it and I should have just let him suck me off. 

Again with the should-have-dones. So, I just couldn't let sleeping dogs lie. 

“You want me to try and fuck you?” I asked. “Oh yah” he said, and pulled off of me faster than you could say Jack Robinson. He got on all fours, actually on his knees and elbows with ass in the air. 

I fumbled in my pants for condoms and lube and tried to be quick so the kid wasn't just hanging out in that kind of humiliating postion. 

Once I got wrapped and lubed up, I tried to stick it in. I didn't want to mess around with digital stretching exercises. He was supposed to be taking an ass-load of dicks tonight, right? He should have done HIS exercises before hand. 

So I push and push, and rub and rub and it's not working. 

Again. 

This tends to have a softening effect on my penis, so I have the move of last resort. 

I told him to lay down. I got on his back and started to hump his crack. This stimulates me to get harder, and keeps me in close proximity to sphinctorville, so that once that desired hardness is achieved and while I'm thrusting up and down crackland, I just take my hand, aim down and in a little, and, voila.  In theory anyway. 

Well, this time it worked. I pushed and pushed a bit, then all of a sudden, I'm in. I only came out once, and after that, I wasn't going to let it happen again. I was too horny and I wanted to fuck this kids tight ass hole, spill my seed in the condom and get going.
 
And that's exactly what happened.  I humped and humped.  He moaned just th tiniest bit.  I felt that old familiar feeling  and then: Wham bam thank you man. 

Not much else to tell here.  Just one wish.  The kid could have showered before hand. He didn't exactly stink, but you could tell he'd been doing a little work since his last bath. 

Craigslist Encounter #31

I'm tired of writing. Here's the low down. Notice the times on the posts.

> Looking 4 Hot Time - m4m - 41 (Cottonwood Hts)
> 3:58AM MDT
> Reply to: XXXXXXXX@craigslist.org
>
> Im looking for a guy who likes to get a little hot and
> sweaty,kiss, rub, someone who is versatile or top. Im
> 6'2" 185, lean toned build, Im an easy going guy
> who likes all different types of men. Im looking for now
> early morn throughout the day. Prefer Host

>From: Jack
> 5:40 AM
> Wow.Nice pic.I'm up early and looking to
> get blown.I could fool around a little first, may be
> able to recip  .I'm not too into fucking.
>
> I'm 6 years older than you, I'm 47, 5'6"
> and 145 lbs, a smaller dude.
>I'll send you a pic.
>
> Jack.

> From: XXX
> Subject: Re: Looking 4 Hot Time - m4m - 41 (Cottonwood Hts)
> To: "Jack"
>  5:51 AM
> "fucking" is not
> required to have fun. I do love to suck cock, especially
> when you feed it 2 me

>From: Jack
>5:53:14 AM
>Well, I'm game.I could jump in the shower and be in CH by 6:45 or 7:AM

> From: XXX
> Subject: Re: Looking 4 Hot Time - m4m - 41 (Cottonwood Hts)
> To: "Jack"
>\5:58 AM
> cool were on then. below are the directions to my apt. hit me back and just let me know your coming 4 sure

Okay, so this is the earliest blow job I've ever had.

Long story short:

I drove to Cottonwood Heights.
I found the apartment.
“Slim” let me in. Shaved head, nice body.
We went the bedroom. Stripped. Rolled around on the bed. Ground into each other.

He went for my dick. I went for his. Nice dick. Neatly trimmed (shaved?) It was still dark outside We got each other hard.

He blew me. I blew him.

We sixty-nined.

I asked him if he wanted me to try and fuck him.

 He did.

I had the condom, he had the lube.

I fucked him on his stomach. I fucked him on his side. I fucked him laying over the bed. I finally fucked him doggie style. It lasted at least a half hour. I hope he enjoyed it. I was worn out.

I asked him to blow me again. He did for a while. I then blew him while he gave me a pretty good hand job.

Before I could cum, he decided he was going to change the porn on the computer. For about 15 minutes I sat on the bed and watched as he fucked around cleaning the DVD and getting it to load up. We both lost our boners. I should have just left.

Finally, he got the porn working and we resumed, sixty-nine blowjobs. He then complained his cock-ring was too tight. He got and removed it up so his erection could go down. He excused himself to smoke a cigarette. I should have just left.

When he came back, he was wearing underwear. I should have just left.

I said. “are you through?” He responded, “yah, my dick is sore” Okay, I started to get up. “Oh, I'll suck you if you want”

“Um yah, I want to get off”

He tried for another few minutes. He got tired. I said “you could do your magic with another hand job.”

He did. I came close to cumming. All of a sudden, he just quit. I should have just left.

I tried to jack myself off. It wasn't working. It was just awkward.

Finally, I just left. I'd been there almost two hours.

Now, I've got blue balls. I should just jack off.

Craigslist Encounter #30

Sometimes working the CL for a BJ is just like fishing. You get on on the line, you set the hook, and then reel them in. Except, just like in fishing, more often as not, they get off the line as you're reeling them in, and you have to play them a little if you want a chance of landing one. 

The little ones, which are the the tastiest eating, are always biting the hook, but it's difficult to set it. Then, almost always they manage to wiggle free sometime before you can get them to the boat. 

Yesterday, I was toying with a 24-year-old and and two 21-year-olds. One 21-year-old says he wants to get together this weekend while visiting from out of town. The other 21-year-old has said on at least 3 different occasions that he's coming over, but never actually has, and the 24-year-old posted that he wanted to blow somone on his way home from work. He'd be leaving in 20 or 30 minutes and is coming over. 

Of course none of them showed up. I don't' know yet about this weekend. Actually I do know. If he's 21 he's a flake but I'll keep my options open. 

So, I see the following post: 

I'm Sucking a Dick Today - m4m - 42 (Sandy) 
Reply to: XXXXXXXXX@craigslist.org 

Will it be yours? 

I'm an old (42) overweight (5'8 195#) married guy, who will be sucking someone's dick this afternoon in the Sandy area. 

If you want to see a pic of me, don't bother replying because you don't get it. All you're going to see is the top of my head. 

Great. I don't want to set my sights too high. 

We do the e-mail dance, and to my surprise, he's up for an early morning-before-work suck off the next day. In fact he wants to get here as early as 6:45. 

While I'm finalizing the details with overweight-married-guy, I see a post by a 51 year old dude in Riverton. Just looking for mutual oral and someone to host. His photo was nice. He claimed his dick to be 6” but it looked like a serpent coming out of his underpants in the photo he posted. 

I hit him back, just to chat and compliment him on the trouser snake. 

We e-mailed back and forth a bit and he has the next day off, likes my photos and wants to “do this.” I tell him about overweight-married-guy supposed to come over early, but maybe he'll flake out, then I  will hit Anaconda back. He says cool. 

Well, sure as shit, I wake up early and overweight-married-guy, has fucking flaked out. At least he sent me an e-mail at 10:30 the night before letting me know. 


I get right on it and tell Anaconda I'm free. 

It's still real early, like 6:30, so I go out and pull some weeds in the yard while it's still cool. When I come back in, still nothing in my inbox from Anaconda. 

At about 7:30, I get this: 

> love that kind of email. whats your schedule then for today? 

So lots more e-mailing back and forth. I play the fish on the line, I almost lose him once. I feel like he's going to flake out. Lots of guys love to entertain the fantasy of sucking cock, but when it actually comes to DOING IT.....they chicken out. Ah, all the fish. The little ones just play you and the big ones chicken out. 

Finally we negotiate terms. Here's the two sticking points. I won't give out my exact address, because so many guys flake out and I don't want my address floating around out there to search and pick up all kinds of personal info on me, and Anaconda won't use his cell phone to call me from the vacant lot across the street so I can tell him which house is mine with out actually e-mailing the address. 

But, like I said, we negotiate terms. He can check his e-mail from his Blackberry, so he drives over and I'll see him sitting in the empty lot across the street from my house, and I e-mail him the info about which is my house. 


What ever dude, get you and your snake over here and suck my dick. 

So Anaconda finally shows up at the front door. I invite him in, and we sit on the couch and watch porn for a minute, then I ask him to take off his pants. He does, but first his shoes. He's going commando, and the anaconda is great. A bit bigger than mine, and perfect on this guy. It's not really all that big, he did some good camera work. Not that it was by any means small. 

By the way, the guy looked great for 51. Shit, he looked great for 35. No gray hair, hardly any wrinkles in his face, not fat, not skinny. Pretty handsome when he took off his glasses. I bet he had an adorable boyish face when he was young, and he had grown into it nicely. 

My boxers came off when he dropped his pants. We sat on the couch and groped each other. Neither of us were hard. Yet. Things started to stiffen up, and just about the time I was thinking I should go down on him, or at least start a dialog about it, he just leaned over and popped my semi-hard dick in his mouth. Mmmmmmmm, warm, wet and velvety. Just a little bit of suction. Nice. 

After a few nice minutes, I pulled up on his shirt. He responded by taking off first his glasses, then the t-shirt. I took the opportunity to do the same. He went right back to blowing me. So, I just let him. He sucked and sucked. Not an expert, but not a beginner either. I was reaching over and rubbing his hard dick. He took my hand away, and said it wasn't going to take much more of that, and he' cum. 

We don't want that. 

I rubbed all around, balls, chest, shoulders, head, and every once in a whle, I'd give his dick a squeeze. I said “if you want your turn, just let me know” He said he was enjoying what was going on. Hey man, what ever, I just don't want to be stingy. 

After like 10 minutes, he got on his knees in front of me and resumed the excellent knob-job. I was getting close. I wasn't exactly sure what to do. Truth be told, I kind of wanted my turn at the tap. So, I let him blow me right up to the brink and pulled him off, and said “I'm gonna cum soon.” 

So, instead of backing off, he starts to jack me in more intensity. I had to grab him by the wrists and hold him from making me cum. 

I told him I didn't want to cum yet, and I should get a chance to blow him. After all, his post said “mutual oral” 

He stood up, his dick right in front of me. I had to wipe a little bit of pre cum off of it. Then I opened my mouth. Perfect fit. He was uncut. I don't' have a ton of experience with uncut cock, but he didn't have a lot of foreskin, and it didn't smell or taste funky either. In fact, it was pretty good. I tried a variety of things. Playing with the foreskin, putting it deep in my mouth. I found it interesting that his foreskin protected his dick head from scraping my back teeth. Convenient. 

It didn't take too long, maybe 4 minutes, before he announced that HE was going to cum. 

So, I pulled off. We engaged in a limited dialog. I told him I'd like him to get me off. He said he would. I told him it would be hot if he jacked off, kept himself on the edge and blew his load while I was blowing mine. He seemed agreeable. 

I spread out a blanked on the floor, to catch his cum. 

At first, it was going like I planned. He jacked a bit but continued to suck me. But, I had calmed down sufficiently, that it was going to take another few minutes to bring me off. I think either he got tired of jacking off, or he just got so into sucking me, he forgot about it. 

So, I start to build, and it's good. He sucks, he jacks, I moan. I tell him I'm close. My legs start to vibrate...shiver...tense up, what ever. Very, very slowly I crescendo and he keeps me at the pinnacle of orgasm for like a full minute, before I start to squirt. I couldn't manage the English words, but I sighed or moaned or squealed or something and he pulled off and finished me off by hand. Violently. 

I looked down at my spurting dick. Not bad for me. He was also looking at my spurting dick. It wasn't long before I became super sensitive, an had to stop him. 

I was breathing and gasping. Anaconda, found a the terry towel I stashed near by, and offered it to me. I accepted and cleaned up . 

Anaconda was hard, and sitting next to me. What was I to do? Maybe I should have told him after I cum, I'm not really in the mood anymore. 

No. That would be rude. 


I manned up, and sucked his dick. It was good, but not as good as when I was really horny. 

I did the same as before and in only 3 or 4 minutes, he said he was getting close. 

I sucked some more. 

He said “I”m going to cum!” and still I didn't pull off. I felt his legs and his balls. I thought I had a moment or two more. I was right. I continued to suck, and I felt him tense up and heard him gasp, and I pulled off just in time to see a rope of cum shoot up past his belly button. I kept jacking and he kept cumming. His head thrown back. 

He quit spurting, and I slowed my jacking. Once again I envied his foreskin. It kept my hand from brushing the sensitive head at this crucial moment. 

We cleaned up. Chatted for just a minute then he left. 

I e-mailed him right a way.: 

Crap man. That was fun. Stress relief, whew. 

If you want to make it a weekly or every other week thing, I'm down for that. 

If I never hear from you again, I guess that means your not interested. 

Jack. 

Craigslist Experience #29

Remember CL guy #12, Dennis? Well, although we've never hooked up again (I keep hoping) we've evolved into a pattern of e-mailing each other.  We've evolved into daily pen pals.

So, in one of his witty e-mail volleys about the variety of dudes on CL, he says this:

>>There is a Spanish guy, that lives very close to you, that posts on CL. he is about 30 ( as you already know, you can't really believe what they say. ) anyway, he only wants to get fucked, he will NOT suck your cock, but he is a pretty nice fuck. I couldn't understand a word he said..............I mean, if I had ever met him, i don't think i wouldn't be able to understand him lol. I am sure you have seen his posts. I will let you know next time he posts, you might want to check him out, now that your a professional top. <<

Thanks Dennis. I never called myself a PROFESSIONAL top, I said I was OFFICIALLY a top. A couple of e-mails later, Dennis says this:

>>if you want to check out his post, it is from yesterday, starts out "Latins bottoms looking for whites men 31" hes the guy in underwear and whit t-shirt pictures, he is NOT the guy in the pink tie, or the guy holding the cat. I think his name is Abel.<<

Okay. WTF. There are photos of 3 Hispanics, and only one of them is “the guy”. I had to check it out for myself, and sure enough, I find the post (I search “whites men”on CL) and there is indeed 4 photos; two of “Abel”, and one of a dude in a silky pink tie (kind of handsome) and one of a guy holding a cat (kind of faggy).

I decide to go for it. I just responded to the post as if I stumbled upon it. Later in the day, Abel hits me back. He wants me to text him.

 I do.

We text back and forth, and a plan forms. He's in Midvale, and about to get on a bus. I'm going to pick him up at 1700 So. and State St. at 3:PM. Normally, I don't think this would fly with me, but Dennis gave me the low-down on HIS hookup, and told a similar story, of driving this guy around, so I'm cool with it. Abel knows nothing about me having the inside scoop.

One funny thing happens during our texting. Instead of inviting me to get together to hook-up, he invites me to a movie at Century Theaters, where he has a couple of free passes.

How tender.  But back to the nasty.

 I picked up Abel as planned, although he was 15 minutes late. He thoughtfully kept me informed me of the delay, via text message. We drove to my house. He had mentioned in a previous text that maybe he could take a shower when we got to my house. He also asked if I had beer.

We got to the house, and I was getting a little excited. Abel was handsome, in a boyish way. He was stocky, but I can't really say fat. If he was 20 or 30 lbs lighter he'd be kind of dreamy. I offered him a beer, and he accepted. I offered him the shower, and he accepted that as well.

While he was in the shower, I took the opportunity to lose my pants. I was now in t-shirts and boxers. I also put some porn in the DVD player. Able was quick in the shower, and emerged in just some skimpy underwear. He sat down on the couch next to me, drinking his beer and watching the porn. I awkwardly rubbed his leg which he hadn't thoroughly dried from the shower, and he put it across my lap, brushing my boner.

I reached over and massaged his dick through his unusually tight and skimpy underwear. He was starting to get hard. He worked on his beer. He made no attempt to get to MY dick. I then went inside his tight shorts and got a hold of his rod, and began massaging it.

After only a few minutes, his beer was drained. “Should we go upstairs?” I suggested. He wanted to know why.

“That's where the bed is” I said.

We went upstairs, and went to the bedroom. I had readied it. Washable blanket on the bed. Towels standing by. Condoms and lube out, and my lap top open, with the porn already cued up for inspiration.

He asked for another beer.

Okay, luckily there was some in the upstairs mini fridge. I got him one. He drank it while I blew him. He sucked that one down, before I finished sucking his dick. I had a nice hard on, and I was ready for the main event. I lubed up his ass and stared working a finger or two in it. Every once in a while, I would lean down and suck him off a little. He was uncut, fairly good size, a bit bigger than me. I worked my fingers into his ass. It felt tight. Maybe too tight, but I was getting impatient.

I got a condom from the nightstand, and gave it to him. I was hoping he'd put in on for me. No such luck, he opened the package, then handed the rubber back to me. I put it on myself.

There was some discussion as to whether he should be face up, or face down. I said I had better luck doggie style. He obliged. I found his butt-hole with my dickhead, and it was indeed tight. I pushed my way in nonetheless. He moaned. It' wasn't easy. I don't have a long dick, and he had a pretty meaty ass but I was working it pretty good. I got into a rhythm and felt like things were going pretty well. That's when Abel started talking “Te gusta? Es rico. Rico. Ahhh Rico. Te gusta? Then I slipped out.

He said, “Time for a break, can I have another beer?” I got off (I mean I got off of the bed, not got off as in blew my load) and got him another beer.

Well, we fucked in various positions, as best as I could for another half hour. He was always very complimentary, and and sweet, but I felt like I could never really get a full thrust because of his meaty ass, and because of another weird thing. He wasn't meeting my thrusts. In fact, just the opposite, I would bear down hard, and he would lean forward. I'd try to pull out a bit, and he'd push his ass into my groin. I'm sure it's just my inexperience, but we seemed hopelessly mismatched from the beginning. Still, I was determined to try.

Each time I would come out, he would want another beer. While out of the bedroom getting a beer, he suggested I fuck him over the Lazy-Boy recliner.

Maybe another time.

He asked if I wanted to fuck him in the guest room. No, let's contain this to one bed.

I had gone soft, changed condoms and resumed my attempts 3 times. Several times, He was face down and I was laying on his back, working it hard, and he was drinking a beer WHILE I WAS FUCKING HIM. That guy loved his beer. We even tried him leaning over the bed and me standing on the floor. I succeded in pushing him AND the bed about two feet to the south.

Finally, I just couldn't keep my hard-on, and it didn't look like I was going to be able to cum. I at least wanted to get him off, so I decided I would blow him. He drank a beer, and I sucked his dick. He watched the porn. Then he must have got a flash of inspiration, and he grabbed the KY and lube up his palm and rubbed some life into my soft dick. I maneuvered around so he could get a better grip. He actually worked me up into a nice boner again, and asked me to fuck him once more.

Okay, what the hell. I climbed back on and gave it the old college try but once again after like 10 minutes, he did the mismatched thrust thing, and I started to deflate, and I just said fuck it.

I pulled the condom off laid on his back and just rubbed my non-condomed dick in between his ass cheeks. Up-down, up-down. That did the trick and he didn't seem to mind. In fact he was moaning with pleasure. I think he just liked having me on top of him I was kissing his neck and breathing in his ear and biting a little on his back.

After a few minutes, I knew I was going to cum and I leaned back and sat up, still rubbing my boner in the top of his ass crack. I was moaning a bit and breathing hard, and just as I came Abel says “did you cum?”. I'm in mid spurt, I managed to say, “I'm cumming now.”

Of course the condom was long gone, so my jizz just puddled in the top of his ass crack. I was a little worried about it running down to his hole, so I quickly grabbed a towel and wiped it up before it had a chance to.

Abel wanted to lay around, drink more beer and chit chat, but I had to get going. I had to run to an office and pick up some papers, and then get ready for a 7:PM meeting.

I'm not sure how I agreed, but I ended up taking Abel to a taco cart a couple of miles from here, and buying him some tacos and burritos for his birthday (which he said was the next day.) Then I took him home, to Rose Park. He asked me a dozen times if I enjoyed fucking him. He was happy that I was able to cum, and said he would have been sad if I didn't. He also wanted to get together again. The sooner the better.

I said I could try again on Thursday, as I had a full schedule on Wednesday.

When I dropped him off at his house, he thanked me, and I went to shake his hand, and he kissed me on the cheek.