Another short and sweet one. Kind of. (There's always a hitch, right?)
Another morning, another CL search. My regular bud (John Smith) had said maybe Thursday, I could come for some “service”. Thursday morning rolls around and he said, sorry. Maybe tomorrow. (Rats! Cockblocked!)
So, there was this posting rather early:
Down, Dirty and Kinky - 43 (Salt Lake City)
Reply to: XXXXXXXX@craigslist.org
Bi-top looking for other adventurous gay and bi guys that want to play on the downlow. Handsome and masculine, DND free. You must be dnd free, hnw proportionate, list your stats and status in the first email and include a recent photo to be considered. I host. Rimming, sucking, fucking, shaving and more will be on the menu. Would love to put together a group. I hate endless emails, so please be serious.
So, as adventourous, as I may feel, I still don't feel like I'm “kinky” however, I hit him back and said I was just looking for a tame BJ, was he interesed?
He was.
Could I travel? To Big Cottonwood Canyon?
Well, sure. Why not. It's early and I'm horny.
He's just a little sketchy. I got his number, but he wouldn't give me his address to plug into my GSP.
“Best to call. Addresses on GPS don't work up here, not like the city.”
So, we hammer out the details. I call him when I leave. I call at the mouth of the canyon, and I call again when I'm 8 miles up the canyon, and see “6 dumpsters”
It was then he said to me, “do you like to fuck?” That kind of freaked me out, because I was pretty clear that I just wanted a BJ. I told him, I've tried it and wasn't very good, and I am never going to bottom, he sounded disappointed, almost surprised. It was about this time that I got worried that I might be a candidate for being locked up in some cabin basement, and my dismembered body taken out into the woods, bit by bit, to be fed to the Coyotes.
So, I brushed these thoughts aside, and made it to the gate. He was still on the phone with me, and I saw a silver car at the gate. “is that you in the silver car at the gate? I query. "No, is someone else at the gate?” He asks in response.
Then he discloses exactly what he wants me to do. Park my car off the side of the road, and he'll come and get me and take me back to his place in his car.
Okay....the CL serial killer theory is starting to sound more possible.
While I still have him on the phone, I say.... “you know what dude, this sounds really sketchy, and I'm going to bail.”
He says “Okay” and I say “Good-by” And that was that.
I drove all the way back home, through morning rush hour traffic. I expected an angry e-mail from the dude, but there was nothing. I didn't bother to write and tell him I got the creeps.
So,this brings me to the good part of the day. Why can't I just have the good part of the day without having to go through all the bullshit?
The post:
looking for a host in SLC later this morning - m4m - 44 (SLC)
Reply to: xxxxxxxx-1452380717@craigslist.org
I am a bi, married guy looking for a host for some safe, nsa fun. I am fit, 5'6", 145, 6" cut, versatile, and std free. Would like to bottom for the right guy but am open to anything safe and fun. Please be able to host - hung guys preferred. Send stats, pic and the time you are available. Thanks.
I hit him back, letting him know I wasn't hung, but qualified in all other aspects, and he hits me back saying he' just leaving for SLC, and gives me his cell phone number.
I called he said he was definitely interested and we set it up.
He got to the car dealership, which was 5 minutes from my house, and rang me back. I drove over and picked him up.
The guy was shorter than me. He was classic Jewish looking guy . Not that I give a shit one way or another. He was wearing shorts and had sculpted legs. He had on a long sleeved t-shirt, but I could tell he was lean. That was confirmed later when the shirt came off. Maybe not the best looking dude ever, but crap, he had a smokin hot body! He had a thick mop of almost kinky curly hair, in kind of a 70's cut. To complete the Woody Allen stereotype, he wore glasses that never came off, even when he was blowing me. The ride back to the house was awkwardly silent. He was probably thinking I was going to turn out to be the CL Killer.
We got back here, and he used the bathroom while I cued up the twink porn in the DVD player. I had my pants off and was in my boxers on the couch when he returned. He sat down next to me and I wasted no time and undid his pants. He stood up to take them down, and I discovered he was going commando.
He had a nice dick. Much bigger than mine and a nice black bush above it. I made a grab and tried to massage some life into it. It worked. Similarly, he fished around in my boxers, found my limp dick, and with somewhat cold fingers, got me hard. I then removed the underwear.
I was debating on going down on his nice dick, but I wanted it to be clear what my needs were, so I instead, put my hand behind his head and pulled him down onto my boner. He got the message and went to work.
There was a lot more “lollipop” licking that I would like, but the sucking part was pretty decent.
When he got tired, I asked “want me to do you?” and he said “Sure!” and so we swapped positions. He was pretty vocal, and even worked up a “yah, suck my cock” or two.
After a few minutes, I felt his balls rise up to his hard body, and I pulled off, and said “don't cum” to which he replied “I almost did.”
“You'll get yours” I assured him.
I didn't want to take any chances. A married bi-guy, might just get off himself and let me worry about my own orgasim. If I was interested in jacking myself off, I wouldn't have gone to this trouble.
So, I let him assume the kneeling position again and he did a rather nice job of blowing me. Not too much later, I cold feel the pressure build, and announced that I was getting close. I wanted to see what his reaction would be. To my delight, he stayed on my dick and mumbled “m-huh.” “You want me to cum” I then asked. “M-hum” I heard again.
Okay, green light and I quit talking and concentrated on the wonderful feeling going on down south as I watched the two hot euro-boys sucking each other on the TV. The boy on screen, started spewing all over the face of the other boy, and I was right behind, pumping my load into some hot Hebrew mouth. I opened my eyes when I was coming down to see him milking the last drops from my dick with his hand, while my cum was running out of his mouth, and back down on my dick.
I grabbed the little white terry cloth towel I had set out and use it to wipe myself off. He also used it to wipe his mouth, and possibly to spit in, I'm not sure.
What I did know, is that now I had to suck him off. I can't say I didn't want to, but it wasn't with the fervor I would have felt, if I had not just cum.
His dick was covered in white stuff, and I asked him if he came (cummed?) He said “no, not yet.” I guess the white stuff was MY jizz that he had allowed to dribble down to his dick, or spit there on purpose. He was stroking his cock, working it in.
I took the cum rag, and wiped his dick off, and as I knelt in front of him, started blowing him to the best of my abilities.
Judging my his moans, it was working. His dick wasn't as hard as it was before, yet it took only two minutes of dedicated sucking before I felt his abdominal muscles tighten and harden and his dick grew fat and pulsed jet after jet of cum into my mouth. He was moaning and sighing with pleasure, and I was doing my best to hold it in my mouth, until his orgasm was finished.
When I sensed that he was through, I gently pulled off, being careful not to let my teeth scrape his dick head. I spit a big ol' acrid gob of jism into the cum rag. He was leaning back on the couch smiling.
I said, “That was gross, but hot.” I hope he knew what I meant.
We got cleaned up and dressed. The ride back to the dealership wasn't quite as awkward. He was definitely more relaxed. We joked about how if more car repair shops offered this service for their waiting customers, they could probably increase their business.
When I got home, I saw the cum rag on the washer, and for some weird reason, I sniffed it. FUCK. Cum stinks! I'm sure mine doesn't but his sure did! Ha ha ha.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Craigslist Experience #43
I guess I better start cutting down these encounter blogs. Especially when the blow job was short and sweet. Sweet as in earth shatteringly wonderful sweet.
Confession time. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I guess I just need to jack off more, to keep the desperation level to a minimum. Craigslist was dry so.......I posted a profile on “Adam 4 Adam”, a gay hook up site. I got a few “smiles” and a few e-mails the first couple of days.
My profile mentioned that I thought guys under 30 were super flakey. So, for some unknown reason, this 22 year old kid messages me (through the A4A system) and tells me that not ALL twenty somethings are flakes. I told him glad to know it, and sorry for making generalizations, but didn't he agree, that most guys his age were indeed flaky?
He agreed, then, said he'd like to prove the generalization wrong, and he knew what to do with a cock. He then went on to say he could host me at noon, the next day.
Well, I took him up on the offer, but had about as much faith in that, as I have in any politician. Today came around, I e-mailed him early letting him know I was planning on it, but expecting him to bail...of course.
So, noon comes, and goes. I start looking on trusty ol' Craigslist for some hungry cocksucker, and had a 50 year old dude, close by ready to seal the deal, when who should hit me back? The 22 year old cutie. Oh, did I forget to mention, his face pic was cuter than shit. He had brilliant brown, dewy cow eyes, I kid you not. I knew this couldn't be true, but I kept playing the game, just in case.
Dewy, accepted my offer to come over “now” and prove his integrity. He sent me his address, which wasn't too far away, and I politely told the other guy, plans had changed. (now who is the flake?)
When I got to Dewy's house, he answered the door, and I'll be damned if he didn't look just like his picture, a little chunky but cute as could be.
He invited me in, we chatted briefly about his crappy night at work. I took off my pants, and accepted his invitation to the bed. I leaned up against the pillows and headboard, and he fished around in my boxers. Finally I took them off and he went to work.
Man, this kid could suck dick. I was at full mast post haste. He blew me for about 5 minutes, and then took a break and worked me with his hand. I calmed down a bit, and he went back to work again. Once I got worked up, he pulled off again and gave me the hand treatment. Then round three didn't take long at all. I waited until the last minute and even though it felt like my mouth had come unwired from my brain, I was able to muster some words and grunts that sounded like “I'm gonna cum” and I thought he was going to pull off, but no............ he rocked my fucking world giving my dick the most tender sucking and licking while I came in his sweet young mouth. I got so sensitive, I was whimpering... “easy....easy....easy, buddy” He just kept my dick in his mouth the whole time, until I started to deflate in post orgasmic heaven.
Fuck. That was sweet!
A tiny bit of chit chat later, and I couldn't find my pants. I was still a little dazed and out of it. Dewy pointed them out to me. And that was it. He showed me out, and we chatted a second about my car, and mileage and diesel fuel and driving, drinking coffee and talking on the phone at the same time. I hope Dewy sees fit to prove his integrity once more, although it's no longer in question!
Confession time. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I guess I just need to jack off more, to keep the desperation level to a minimum. Craigslist was dry so.......I posted a profile on “Adam 4 Adam”, a gay hook up site. I got a few “smiles” and a few e-mails the first couple of days.
My profile mentioned that I thought guys under 30 were super flakey. So, for some unknown reason, this 22 year old kid messages me (through the A4A system) and tells me that not ALL twenty somethings are flakes. I told him glad to know it, and sorry for making generalizations, but didn't he agree, that most guys his age were indeed flaky?
He agreed, then, said he'd like to prove the generalization wrong, and he knew what to do with a cock. He then went on to say he could host me at noon, the next day.
Well, I took him up on the offer, but had about as much faith in that, as I have in any politician. Today came around, I e-mailed him early letting him know I was planning on it, but expecting him to bail...of course.
Dewy, accepted my offer to come over “now” and prove his integrity. He sent me his address, which wasn't too far away, and I politely told the other guy, plans had changed. (now who is the flake?)
When I got to Dewy's house, he answered the door, and I'll be damned if he didn't look just like his picture, a little chunky but cute as could be.
He invited me in, we chatted briefly about his crappy night at work. I took off my pants, and accepted his invitation to the bed. I leaned up against the pillows and headboard, and he fished around in my boxers. Finally I took them off and he went to work.
A tiny bit of chit chat later, and I couldn't find my pants. I was still a little dazed and out of it. Dewy pointed them out to me. And that was it. He showed me out, and we chatted a second about my car, and mileage and diesel fuel and driving, drinking coffee and talking on the phone at the same time. I hope Dewy sees fit to prove his integrity once more, although it's no longer in question!
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Craigslist Experience #42
Again, today's encounter should be prefaced by yesterday's failed encounter.
Earlier in the week, I got this whacky idea that it would be fun to carry out a fantasy, of driving around filming a dude blowing another dude in the back seat of a car. In order for this to work, I would need a driver, a dude to do the cock-sucking and another dude to get sucked off, and of course me to film it. I know the evolution of this hair-brained idea, but maybe I'll go into that, another time.
So, I ask my friend Dennis if he wants to be the driver, and I ask another nasty long haird kid that I only know through e-mail if he wants to be the cock-sucker. Dennis is non committal (and later backs out entirely because it's during a work day) but the nasty long-haired young kid is into it. It's not surprising as he's posted videos of jacking off in his back yard on X-tube,
Faux Boi on Xtube
I figured he wouldn't be shy about showing his face on a video.
Well, it all falls apart, and the kid flakes and disappears before I can even post to get volunteer suckees anyway.
So that leaves Thursday free to entertain another crazy fantasy type encounter, where this guy named Ted and I have been e-mailing. Ted's post said:
> I have never been with a man. I just got divorced so now
> would be a good time to try it out!!!! if you can send a pic
> and lets see what we think?
>
So I hit Ted back, and ask if he found anyone. It took a day or so, but he hit me back and said.
> no
> not yet??? would you mind if we had a girl whit us to help
> us out?
I told him I thought that would be hot, the more the merrier. So we set something up for Friday, and Ted e-mails every day and ask if we can do it sooner. Tuesday night, we were both a bit drunk and e-mailing back and forth all night, and he was saying the most incredible things like:
> WOW!!! YES!!!! I have never
> sucked a dick but I know how I like it to be so thats what I
> want to do!!! have you ever had man cum? do you just like to
> jack off with your partner? tell me more!!
>ok thats good and I feel the same way! do you like anal sex
>giving or getting? what would you like from me?
> Ok I
> would like to have the same thing happen to me , to walk in
> and see you jacking off on the couch? trust me Im very
> nervous but the thought of this keeps me going!!!
So, the next day, I think Ted realizes he's never really asked that much about ME. He asks for a face picture. I send him a of me while I was doing some plumbing at my dad's house. It shows a little tiny bit of my face, but I mostly use it to show that I still have most of my hair, grey as it may be.
So, that's the last I hear from Ted.
Thursday morning, I send him an e-mail, and say “Today is the day! Are we still on for 7 o'clock?” I hear nothing back. Finally at 6:30, I know he's flaked out.
So, what's a guy to do? Hit the CL of course and try to get someone to give me head. Problem is almost NO ONE is posting. To make matters worse, there's a bunch of guys, who describe them selves as hot college dudes and such, looking for hot bottoms. There are absolutely no cocksuckers, or slutty bottom boys looking for the older dude.
Rather than jack off, I resigned to drink, beer, which usually kills my libido, and call it a night.
Next morning, Friday, I wake up early and hit the CL. I'm not particularly horny, but feel I was somehow robbed of my orgasm the night before by Ted the Flake and his so-called lady friend.
No one is posting. Seriously, no new posts from like 6:00 AM to 7:30 AM.
Finally, out of frustration I post this:
Why isn't anyone posting today? - 47 (SLC)
Date: 2009-10-30, 8:02AM MDT
I'm just looking for someone who is looking ...... well to suck me off. Whew. Was that so hard?
Oddly enough, I got a few responses. One guy said “I'm 35 6'1 235 7.5 cut tight ass white eager cock sucker. Dd free bi male. Mild to wild.” One guy said "Ready for some serious sucking of cock. Can travel now. Married, late 40's, short & chubby. Must be discrete and clean". And there were a couple of others, but I was afraid that one was CL Enounter #3 guy, and one guy was the Magna Cocksucker.
Then I got this response: Any takers yet ?
So, I hit this guy back, using Yahoo instant messenger. For the sake of this blog, I'll call him Steve.
Steve was funny and sounded like he had his shit together. I send him a pic and he sent one back. Just a torso/cock picture., it was good. He was also very complimentary about my photos. In fact he said “what a hot body and cock... looks perfect to me. I'm interested, but have not showered net. Where in SLC are you? nice abs too.. Im trying to get mine back..
We go back and forth on the instant messenger, and he's not quite free, he's waiting for an important phone call, and hasn't showered, and I've got two other flaking guys in the wings; the chubby guy says he's on his way, then e-mails back and says his boss cornered him in a meeting, and the big guy says maybe he'll come but is waiting for someone else.....and on and on it goes.
Finally, it gets to be after 11:AM, and I've wasted hours trying to find someone to blow me, and then lo and behold, Steve says he's free. I give him the address of the empty lot and he's on his way. He definitely sounded the most normal of the bunch, and the only one to send me a photo.
So Steve knocks on the door, and he's a few inches taller than me, but not much, he's a few pounds heavier than me, but not much, and he's cute as hell. To top it off, he's very friendly and comfortable very complimentary. He wants to chat about the house, and other stuff, and at the same time, we' taking off our pants. He takes his underwear off, some gray knit boxers, but leaves his t-shirt on. I've still go my boxers on, and he's fishing around through the fly and playing with my soft dick, until I finally just stand up and take my boxers off.
The whole time he's chatting it up, and doesn't stop until in mid sentence, he goes down on me and starts blowing me. I kind of wanted to finish the conversation we were having, but on the other hand, I didn't want him to talk with his mouth full! And the other reason I wasn't going to interrupt him is because his tongue on the underside of my dick combined with just the right amount of suction, was just about the best feeling in the world! Holy crap it felt good. I was gasping and moaning for several minutes as he pleasurably inflated my dick to full mast. His dick rose to the occasion too.
He got me so horny so fast, and he kept saying things about how great my dick was, and it was the perfect size, he even called it “party size”. I don't know what that means, but I like it. When he brought me close to the brink, as if by instinct, he pulled off and sat back up on the couch with his hot boner sticking strait up from his neatly trimmed bush of black pubes. He still had on his T-shirt.
“Do you want me to blow you?” I asked. “Sure, go ahead if you want to.” he said, and I did want to.
His dick tasted good. Clean, and was exactly the same size as mine. It fit in my mouth nicely and Steve did a nice job rubbing my back and sides as I sucked him. It was only a few minutes of sucking when he said “can I have some more?” I pulled off and asked him “more sucking, or more of my dick?”
“Your dick!” he exclaimed, “ it's hot.”
So this went on, back and forth. Steve was chatty, and very complimentary. All these months at the gym felt like they finally pay off when someone pays you compliments like that. He was no slouch himself. A small belly, but it was firm and his pecs were firm as were his arms and back and legs.
For like the forth time, he gave me 15 minutes of sheer pleasure, sucking me, and tonguing the underside of my dick, and as we pre-discussed, I let him know a nanosecond before I spurted. He replaced his mouth with his fist and got a handful of my warm white cum while I was gasping in orgasmic extasy. It was very soon that I became too sensitive to touch and I had to firmly grip his arm, to keep him from stroking me.
Again, he complimented me. I was in post orgasmic heaven, and although not horny, I was overcome with a feeling of gratefulness. Steve's dick was rock hard and I wanted desperately to repay the favor, so I pushed Steve down onto his back and began giving him a hand job. I asked him how I could help, then I tried licking his balls. He said that would definitely do it and within a minute, I was tonguing an empty nut sack because his balls had moved up into those little pockets at the base of his dick, and he was blowing his load all over his hard belly.
This dude was fun. Lots of fun. He used my bathroom to clean up, and we chatted for a bit. I e-mailed him back, after he left to say thanks. It took him a while to reply, but basically said “your welcome” and let's do it again. I sure hope so. He's pretty cool.
Earlier in the week, I got this whacky idea that it would be fun to carry out a fantasy, of driving around filming a dude blowing another dude in the back seat of a car. In order for this to work, I would need a driver, a dude to do the cock-sucking and another dude to get sucked off, and of course me to film it. I know the evolution of this hair-brained idea, but maybe I'll go into that, another time.
So, I ask my friend Dennis if he wants to be the driver, and I ask another nasty long haird kid that I only know through e-mail if he wants to be the cock-sucker. Dennis is non committal (and later backs out entirely because it's during a work day) but the nasty long-haired young kid is into it. It's not surprising as he's posted videos of jacking off in his back yard on X-tube,
Faux Boi on Xtube
I figured he wouldn't be shy about showing his face on a video.
Well, it all falls apart, and the kid flakes and disappears before I can even post to get volunteer suckees anyway.
So that leaves Thursday free to entertain another crazy fantasy type encounter, where this guy named Ted and I have been e-mailing. Ted's post said:
> I have never been with a man. I just got divorced so now
> would be a good time to try it out!!!! if you can send a pic
> and lets see what we think?
>
So I hit Ted back, and ask if he found anyone. It took a day or so, but he hit me back and said.
> no
> not yet??? would you mind if we had a girl whit us to help
> us out?
I told him I thought that would be hot, the more the merrier. So we set something up for Friday, and Ted e-mails every day and ask if we can do it sooner. Tuesday night, we were both a bit drunk and e-mailing back and forth all night, and he was saying the most incredible things like:
> WOW!!! YES!!!! I have never
> sucked a dick but I know how I like it to be so thats what I
> want to do!!! have you ever had man cum? do you just like to
> jack off with your partner? tell me more!!
>ok thats good and I feel the same way! do you like anal sex
>giving or getting? what would you like from me?
> Ok I
> would like to have the same thing happen to me , to walk in
> and see you jacking off on the couch? trust me Im very
> nervous but the thought of this keeps me going!!!
So, the next day, I think Ted realizes he's never really asked that much about ME. He asks for a face picture. I send him a of me while I was doing some plumbing at my dad's house. It shows a little tiny bit of my face, but I mostly use it to show that I still have most of my hair, grey as it may be.
So, that's the last I hear from Ted.
Thursday morning, I send him an e-mail, and say “Today is the day! Are we still on for 7 o'clock?” I hear nothing back. Finally at 6:30, I know he's flaked out.
So, what's a guy to do? Hit the CL of course and try to get someone to give me head. Problem is almost NO ONE is posting. To make matters worse, there's a bunch of guys, who describe them selves as hot college dudes and such, looking for hot bottoms. There are absolutely no cocksuckers, or slutty bottom boys looking for the older dude.
Rather than jack off, I resigned to drink, beer, which usually kills my libido, and call it a night.
Next morning, Friday, I wake up early and hit the CL. I'm not particularly horny, but feel I was somehow robbed of my orgasm the night before by Ted the Flake and his so-called lady friend.
No one is posting. Seriously, no new posts from like 6:00 AM to 7:30 AM.
Finally, out of frustration I post this:
Why isn't anyone posting today? - 47 (SLC)
Date: 2009-10-30, 8:02AM MDT
I'm just looking for someone who is looking ...... well to suck me off. Whew. Was that so hard?
Oddly enough, I got a few responses. One guy said “I'm 35 6'1 235 7.5 cut tight ass white eager cock sucker. Dd free bi male. Mild to wild.” One guy said "Ready for some serious sucking of cock. Can travel now. Married, late 40's, short & chubby. Must be discrete and clean". And there were a couple of others, but I was afraid that one was CL Enounter #3 guy, and one guy was the Magna Cocksucker.
Then I got this response: Any takers yet ?
So, I hit this guy back, using Yahoo instant messenger. For the sake of this blog, I'll call him Steve.
Steve was funny and sounded like he had his shit together. I send him a pic and he sent one back. Just a torso/cock picture., it was good. He was also very complimentary about my photos. In fact he said “what a hot body and cock... looks perfect to me. I'm interested, but have not showered net. Where in SLC are you? nice abs too.. Im trying to get mine back..
We go back and forth on the instant messenger, and he's not quite free, he's waiting for an important phone call, and hasn't showered, and I've got two other flaking guys in the wings; the chubby guy says he's on his way, then e-mails back and says his boss cornered him in a meeting, and the big guy says maybe he'll come but is waiting for someone else.....and on and on it goes.
Finally, it gets to be after 11:AM, and I've wasted hours trying to find someone to blow me, and then lo and behold, Steve says he's free. I give him the address of the empty lot and he's on his way. He definitely sounded the most normal of the bunch, and the only one to send me a photo.
So Steve knocks on the door, and he's a few inches taller than me, but not much, he's a few pounds heavier than me, but not much, and he's cute as hell. To top it off, he's very friendly and comfortable very complimentary. He wants to chat about the house, and other stuff, and at the same time, we' taking off our pants. He takes his underwear off, some gray knit boxers, but leaves his t-shirt on. I've still go my boxers on, and he's fishing around through the fly and playing with my soft dick, until I finally just stand up and take my boxers off.
The whole time he's chatting it up, and doesn't stop until in mid sentence, he goes down on me and starts blowing me. I kind of wanted to finish the conversation we were having, but on the other hand, I didn't want him to talk with his mouth full! And the other reason I wasn't going to interrupt him is because his tongue on the underside of my dick combined with just the right amount of suction, was just about the best feeling in the world! Holy crap it felt good. I was gasping and moaning for several minutes as he pleasurably inflated my dick to full mast. His dick rose to the occasion too.
He got me so horny so fast, and he kept saying things about how great my dick was, and it was the perfect size, he even called it “party size”. I don't know what that means, but I like it. When he brought me close to the brink, as if by instinct, he pulled off and sat back up on the couch with his hot boner sticking strait up from his neatly trimmed bush of black pubes. He still had on his T-shirt.
“Do you want me to blow you?” I asked. “Sure, go ahead if you want to.” he said, and I did want to.
His dick tasted good. Clean, and was exactly the same size as mine. It fit in my mouth nicely and Steve did a nice job rubbing my back and sides as I sucked him. It was only a few minutes of sucking when he said “can I have some more?” I pulled off and asked him “more sucking, or more of my dick?”
“Your dick!” he exclaimed, “ it's hot.”
So this went on, back and forth. Steve was chatty, and very complimentary. All these months at the gym felt like they finally pay off when someone pays you compliments like that. He was no slouch himself. A small belly, but it was firm and his pecs were firm as were his arms and back and legs.
For like the forth time, he gave me 15 minutes of sheer pleasure, sucking me, and tonguing the underside of my dick, and as we pre-discussed, I let him know a nanosecond before I spurted. He replaced his mouth with his fist and got a handful of my warm white cum while I was gasping in orgasmic extasy. It was very soon that I became too sensitive to touch and I had to firmly grip his arm, to keep him from stroking me.
Again, he complimented me. I was in post orgasmic heaven, and although not horny, I was overcome with a feeling of gratefulness. Steve's dick was rock hard and I wanted desperately to repay the favor, so I pushed Steve down onto his back and began giving him a hand job. I asked him how I could help, then I tried licking his balls. He said that would definitely do it and within a minute, I was tonguing an empty nut sack because his balls had moved up into those little pockets at the base of his dick, and he was blowing his load all over his hard belly.
This dude was fun. Lots of fun. He used my bathroom to clean up, and we chatted for a bit. I e-mailed him back, after he left to say thanks. It took him a while to reply, but basically said “your welcome” and let's do it again. I sure hope so. He's pretty cool.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Craigslist Experience #41
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| From the HS Yearbook |
Wow. This gets weirder every time. I'm not even sure where to start.
Perhaps I should start in 1980, when I was in High School. I was a Senior, and there was this cute Sophomore named “Jon,” although we probably never met. I
didn't know him. Not then anyway.
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| From his Facebook Page |
Of course this is 20 years after I graduated, so we've both changed.
He's very chatty on line, but is totally reluctant to meet, but we finally do. Nice guy. Still handsome, not the cute 16 year old in the class photo, but what did I expect? With a little detective work, I figure out he has a live in boyfriend, who is a dentist. How I found this out, is sort of a detective story. While chatting on line, he told me about a house he used to live in, and it was a bit colorful, by the park. I actually found the house, then went to the county recorder's office, and found out who sold it last. It turned out to be the dentist. I also looked up the dentist and drove by his current house listed, and made a phone call to the house, and left a voice message on the phone.
I never heard from “Jon” again.
Flash forward to the present, actually a few days ago, I see a Craigslist post from a dude that wants to know if anyone has been to one of those “group” get-togethers at a downtown hotel. Seems like there are several posts a day advertising these “hotel M4M parties." I hit the guy back, and ask him if anyone had responded. I'm curious about it too. We struck up an e-mail conversation, and found we were close to the same age, and body type. We exchanged pics and I asked him if he wanted to hook up.
He did, and we set an appointment for Thursday morning.
When my normal Wednesday guy canceled, I hit “Jon” up and asked if he could come this morning instead. About 8:45, he hit me back, and came over.
Of course at the time, I didn't know it was Jon. No clue.
When he came to the door, I thought he looked familiar, but it didn't click. I invited him in.
I had some porn playing on the TV. We took of our pants and sat on the couch and stroked each other. His dick was the same size as mine, which I like. I asked him if he wanted to blow me, and he did. He got on his knees and did an acceptable job. Not enough suction, but head is head, and I'm not complaining. After a while, I decide I want a try. So I suck him. Nice. I can fit it almost all the way in.
Jon is pretty touchy feely, and likes to suck my nipples, which I could take or leave, but I give him credit for trying. We do a bunch of grinding, which I've never really done before. I'm dry humping him on the floor, and I'm not sure where on his body my dick is rubbing, but it feels animalistically good, and I kind of wished he had a pussy, because I would have slipped right in.
We did some 69, rubbing caressing and grinding, and I asked him if he could cum by being blown. “Probably not” he said, “I just want to see you get off. I like watching guys cum.”
“So, could you blow me again?” I asked. He said “sure” in the most casual, nonchalant manner, as if he had been asked to pass the butter at dinner.
I got in the chair, and in a few minutes he had me on the edge. I managed to tell him I was going to cum and he pulled off, and finished me by hand.
Now it was his turn. I asked how I could help, and he said he just wanted to watch, to look at me. He furiously jacked his dick, and a nice fountain of cum was the reward. It was fun to watch.
He very quickly found the towel and wiped up. Again with a very demure tone asked if he could use the bathroom. When he came back I was getting dressed, and he gathered up his clothes and I did the same. He couldn't find his underwear. We both looked. I was thinking he was going to accuse me of taking it. Finally I found them under the coffee table.
As he was putting on his pants, I started to really look at his face. Again I thought he somehow looked familiar. Finally, I blurted out, “you look familiar. Did you go to blah-blah High School?” He gave me a blank stare and in the same tone as before said “Yes”. It clicked. “Are you Jon?” The same incredulous stare and the same affirmative answer. I then re-introduced myself and he warmed up just a little and we chatted for a few minutes, and then he was on his way.
I wouldn't mind hosting Jon again. He's got a nice dick and seems like he want's to have fun. I'll bet I never hear from him again, because I might just make him uncomfortable. We'll have to see.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Craigslist Experience #40
WTF?
Isn't it common courtesy you tell someone that you're going to cum? Especially if your dick is in their mouth?
I was up early and answered this post:
> morning head - 37 (wv/magna)
> Reply to: XXXXXXX@craigslist.org
>
> I am horny i want to suck a dick or someone suck my cock
> HELP
Okay, he's sucking dick. Hopefully, MY dick. We e-mail back and forth. He's bigger (and fatter) than I would like, but I'm desperate, cause I looked all day yesterday and didn't find anyone. So, yes, he'll blow me. Will I recip? Maybe, we'll see.
I drive to some Wendy's parking lot in Magna and wait. He's 10 minutes late, so I start to leave, and as I go to pull onto the street, and here comes some dude, stocky as advertised, walking up the sidewalk. It's the Magna Cock Sucker.
I tell him he's late and just about missed me. “Sorry Man, I thought you were running late, too.”
He hopped in my car and we drove to a nearby house in a nice working class neighborhood. As we discussed earlier, he would blow me in his garage, as his room mate was sleeping.
I'm oddly turned on by this. It's like teenagers sneaking to the garage for some clandestine BJ.
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| He looked and was shaped like this guy |
It's somewhat organized, not just heaps of junk, but still, a lot of stuff. We find an empty two square feet by the side door, and he said, “we can do this right here.”
He gets the scrap of foam and puts it in front of me, then kneels on it. I drop my pants, then boxers and he fondles my dick. Finally, he starts sucking on it. It's okay, but I'm not getting hard very fast. I'm kind of hobbled by my pants, and when I lean back, I bump a shovel. It almost falls over. As I try to catch it, a board leaning against the wall starts to fall. This start the domino effect of crap falling over crap. So much for being secret.
“Rocky” pulls off my dick and then removes some of the obstacles. He starts sucking again. Ho-hum. I'm not loving it. I think to myself, maybe if I blow him, I'll get more aroused.
When I ask if he's game, he lights up. He stands up, I assume the position on the foam, down come the gym shorts, and under his hairy big belly is his dick. It's not big, and not hard. Maybe a bit fatter than mine, at least the head, and possibly shorter.
I started sucking and it's taking awhile for him to get hard as well. After about 5 minutes, I want him to blow me some more.
“Can I sit on the arm of that sofa there?” I ask. He agrees, and moves a pile of folded draperies from the arm. I sit there and he works my dick again. It's pretty good, and after a while he pulls off and starts giving me a spitty hand job. He's tired. I'm a nice guy so I figure it's my turn again.
He doesn't want to sit, he wants to stand. He asks me if I swallow. “No.” I say. “At least I haven't yet.”
Now I think I'm just stating my policy. Who knows, sometime before I die, I just might swallow. Rocky must have thought he was gonna be my first.
He says, “do you want me to fuck your face?” I tell him he can do what ever, and I'll tell him if I don't' like it. After all, I'm here for new experiences right?
So he grabs on my head and starts thrusting in and out. Because the length of his dick, he can shove it in all the way, and the head just clears my back teeth, but doesn't' go any further. No choking, no gagging.
He gets into a rhythm and I'm not hating it. I try to do what I can with my tongue and some suction, and it's not difficult to breath or anything. So he's pounding my face, and my nose is banging away at his pubes, and I'm kinda enjoying it when all of a sudden, a bunch of watery cum is now gushing out at the back of my throat!
What the fuck?!!
He didn't warn me or anything, just busted loose in my mouth! I know how critical that moment is right as you're spurting, so for his sake I resisted the urge to pull off. At least for a second or two, and then, I started to choke. I tried to pull away, and that fucker held my head on his dick!
I pulled away with intent this time, and he got the message. SPIT! I spit a big watery saliva and cum gob onto the floor. “FUCK MAN” I said, then I worked up another big gob and spit it out too. “You're suppose to warn someone if you're gonna cum” I said.
“Sorry man, “ he said as he grinned. “that was hot.”
I was now horny AND pissed off, and I wanted MY orgasm. “Are you through?” I asked. I was implying it was MY turn to cum in HIS mouth. “Yah, I'm through.” he said. “Fuck,” I said, “I wanted to get off too.”
“You want me to give you a hand job?” he asked.
“No.”
He asked me if I wanted to play in the future. “Nope” I said and walked out the door.
Now that I've calmed down a bit, and of course jacked off, I guess the face fucking was good, but gee whiz, where's the common courtesy. It got me thinking though......do I always have an agreement when someone is sucking me off, or do I just assume they'll suck me to completion?
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Craigslist encounter #39
Short and sweet. At least the actual encounter #39 was. Getting there was an all day project.
I woke up and looked at CL, even though I wasn't particularly horny. I had been blown the night before by my regular suck buddy, Norm. Here's how the day before went:
It was a busy day. For the last 4 Tuesdays or Wednesdays I've been having an early morning blow job with "John Smith II" Last time I was over there, I kind of let my self slip, and sucked his dick a little. Problem was....... I liked it.
So, this morning, I went over, again at 7:15.... and before we make it up the first of 2 flights of stairs, I'm on my knees and playing with his dick. Pretty soon it somehow found it's way in my mouth.
Later, up in the big screen porno and BJ lounge, it was me blowing him as much as him blowing me. Problem is, I need a good steady mouth and a lot of concentration to make me cum these days. Me sucking off this dude doesn't get me to climax town....ya know?
So, finally, I let him just do his thing on my thing, and he's giving it his best shot, for like 20 minutes. And believe me, he's good, so it's twenty minutes of fucking heaven.
I'm not sure what happened. He had me on the edge forever, but I just couldn't cum, so whats a nice guy to do.
I blew him and I was going to let him cum....yes, in my mouth, but he pulled me off his dick , announced he was cumming and took matters into his own hand.
Somewhere, the porn star in me, went down for a taste. It wasn't bad. Not great, actually didn't have any taste, so that's good, right?
So, I'm off track. Where I wanted to get to, was.....
Instead of being all relaxed and satisfied early in the morning, so I could get on with my day, and stop looking at CL and porn.....I felt like I hadn't cum yet, so I was free to start the search for another blow job with renewed fervor.
This wasn't really working out either.
Finally, I started to some things around the house.. Real tasks I had been putting off for weeks.
Then, I had to go out to the family's rental property to fix some window tile, and happened to drive past "Norm's" condo.
Now, Norm gives the MOST AMAZING blow jobs. This guy really knows his stuff. I text him and see if he's around. He's still at work, and want's to know if I can wait an hour. I tell him I'd be happy to return at 6:30. He agrees.
I go to his place. This is the 4th time I've been here as well, so I know the drill.
Upstairs Norm takes a hit from his poppers, and goes to work. He's a true artist when it comes to sucking cock.
Fucking hell, when the dam bust, I was pulling his hair and calling him names and gripping his head, out of my mind with orgasmic bliss. Holy crap, that dude can suck dick.
Then, he starts telling me how hot it was, and how hot I look. So, I'm blushing and all blissful and shit.
That's why I'm not that horny. Still, I'm checking out the CL posts.
I think I may have a problem. Is there a 12 step program for this?
I keep checking out the posts. There's not much, being mid-week and mid-day, and people are all working at their day job and not thinking maybe I want to get sucked off. There are a few posts from younger guys wanting to fool around with other younger guys. A few more posts by guys that want to bottom. I'm not horny or desperate enough to go that route today.
In the early afternoon I respond to yet another post.
> Giving NSA Head in my room - m4m - 38 (Airport Hotel)
> Date: 2009-10-22, 2:18PM MDT
> Reply to:XXXXXXXX@craigslist.org
> NSA head.
>
> Cum drop load and leave
I hit back fast and hard, like hungry fish taking a lure. Usually these out-of-towners are eager to do me. I guess I'm too old, because I hear nothing. Notice the time he posted. 2:18 in the afternoon.
Finally, I go and do my errands, I keep checking my e-mail. Nothing. Later, I have to go out for the evening. I get home at 9:45, not expecting to do anything except watch the news, drink a beer and go to bed, and guess what's in my in my inbox?
>From: Larry
>Subject: RE: NSA Head
>To: slcjackguy@yahoo.com
>
>man, that is nice cock...still interested?
Again, notice the time. 7:PM. It took 5 hours to decide you want to blow me?
Whatever.
I hit him back and he quickly give me the name and address of the nearby Holiday Inn, and in the next e-mail, the room number.
I was outta the house in a flash.
His room was on the “smoking floor” of the hotel, and I could smell the cigarette when I got off of the elevator. Luckily, his room didn't smell too smokey.
“Larry” looked to be a bit older than the stated 38. Probably my age. My height, but a bigger belly. Later I found out it was pretty hard. He opened the door and invited me in. All of the nervousness I used to feel upon meeting some strange dude in a strange hotel room was gone. I'm kind of a vetran now. Is that something to be proud of, or ashamed of?
Larry was in basketball shorts,
and a button up shirt. He wore a baseball cap. I shook his hand and found the nice hotel chair and ottoman in the corner. I pushed the ottoman out of the way, and started to unbuckle my pants. Larry watched. He had a southern accent. And I could smell just a little whiskey and ciggy smoke on him. Not too much.
I let my pants drop, and pushed my Tommy boxers down. 
I was half hard. I sat in the chair, and Larry spun the bill of his ball cap around and went down on me without a word.
He was a little aggressive and seemed to be fond of the head bob technique. I was breathing and making mmmmmm sounds to signal my approval.
After a few minutes, I removed his ball cap, and found a mostly bald head under his cap. Just some soft fine blond hair about the edges. I could tell Larry was probably a very handsome man in High School, and he was still pretty good looking, but he'd lost a lot of hair (not his fault of course) and he had gained a belly. Still, he looked pretty hot on the end of my dick, and I told him so. I peeled off my shirt, then his, and found he had a nice hairy chest. Like mine, except his chest hair wasn't gray.
I told him I'd like to see him jack off. He said okay. I told him to go and get a towel, and jack off and maybe we could cum at the same time, while he was blowing me.
He removed the rest of his clothes, went to the bath room and and returned with a bath towel and a semi-hard dick. He was just about to get on his knees again, when I reached out an motioned for his junk. He stepped forward.
I know, I should have just let him blow me, but his dick looked pretty tasty, about my size, with slightly larger balls and some blond pubes.
I grabbed his wiener, and sought his permission to blow him. He smiled and said with his southern accent “be my guest”. He got hard in no time. Because he wasn't huge, I was able to put it all in my mouth, and push my nose right into those curly blonds. His dick tasted good. Clean. Every once in a while I could taste just a little pre-cum.
When I had enough, I pulled off him and he blew me again. When I got close, I had to decide whether to just blow my wad, or maybe suck him again. I pulled his mouth off of my dick and asked if he wanted to 69.
“Sure” he said.
He got on the giant hotel bed, and I positioned myself to blow him. We were laying on our sides. I was sucking him, when he starts fucking my mouth. He's still blowing me, and it's kinda working for me. His thrusting gets more aggressive, and he's jamming his rod in my mouth and I'm getting a facefull of pubes and balls. I grabbed his small butt and gripped it tight to let him know I approved. He's doing all the work, and that's okay with me. I just let it happen, and pretty soon, I pull my mouth off his dick, and say, “fuck man, I'm gonna cum.”
“What?” he says.
I repeat myself, and he says “go ahead, I'll be right behind you.”
So, he's fucking my mouth harder and harder. It tastes good, and feels awesome. I get closer and closer to cumming, and just like the roller coaster at Lagoon, I slowly crest the hill, and slide down the other side squirting into his mouth. I'm not sure if he pulled off or what, but something changed, but it was too late. I still don't know whether he ate my cum or let it spew on the blanket, and whether he was working me my hand or mouth. I just knew I had his rubbery cock in my mouth and I was cumming and it was great.
Pretty soon.....too good. Fuck! Too sensitive! I reached down and intercepted with my hand.
Larry had stopped fucking my mouth, and I hadn't tasted cum. I guess he lost concentration while I was blowing my load.
I wanted him to have the pleasure of getting off too, but my desire to suck dick had left me when the last eruption of cum left my dick.
“I wan't you to get off man” I said, and he laid back, and started jacking off. All I could do to help was play with his balls,
but I guess it was enough, because in less than a minute, he blew a nice little string of white cum on his tummy.
When he calmed down, I handed him the towel, and he cleaned up.
I got dressed, It took forever for me to get my shoes on for some reason. Next time, I'm bring slip ons instead of the lace up Van's (with flames).
He told me he was from Alabama, and then I was out the door. (but not because he was from Alabama...haha.)
I woke up and looked at CL, even though I wasn't particularly horny. I had been blown the night before by my regular suck buddy, Norm. Here's how the day before went:
It was a busy day. For the last 4 Tuesdays or Wednesdays I've been having an early morning blow job with "John Smith II" Last time I was over there, I kind of let my self slip, and sucked his dick a little. Problem was....... I liked it.
So, this morning, I went over, again at 7:15.... and before we make it up the first of 2 flights of stairs, I'm on my knees and playing with his dick. Pretty soon it somehow found it's way in my mouth.
Later, up in the big screen porno and BJ lounge, it was me blowing him as much as him blowing me. Problem is, I need a good steady mouth and a lot of concentration to make me cum these days. Me sucking off this dude doesn't get me to climax town....ya know?
So, finally, I let him just do his thing on my thing, and he's giving it his best shot, for like 20 minutes. And believe me, he's good, so it's twenty minutes of fucking heaven.
I'm not sure what happened. He had me on the edge forever, but I just couldn't cum, so whats a nice guy to do.
I blew him and I was going to let him cum....yes, in my mouth, but he pulled me off his dick , announced he was cumming and took matters into his own hand.
Somewhere, the porn star in me, went down for a taste. It wasn't bad. Not great, actually didn't have any taste, so that's good, right?
So, I'm off track. Where I wanted to get to, was.....
Instead of being all relaxed and satisfied early in the morning, so I could get on with my day, and stop looking at CL and porn.....I felt like I hadn't cum yet, so I was free to start the search for another blow job with renewed fervor.
This wasn't really working out either.
Finally, I started to some things around the house.. Real tasks I had been putting off for weeks.
Then, I had to go out to the family's rental property to fix some window tile, and happened to drive past "Norm's" condo.
Now, Norm gives the MOST AMAZING blow jobs. This guy really knows his stuff. I text him and see if he's around. He's still at work, and want's to know if I can wait an hour. I tell him I'd be happy to return at 6:30. He agrees.
I go to his place. This is the 4th time I've been here as well, so I know the drill.
Upstairs Norm takes a hit from his poppers, and goes to work. He's a true artist when it comes to sucking cock.
Fucking hell, when the dam bust, I was pulling his hair and calling him names and gripping his head, out of my mind with orgasmic bliss. Holy crap, that dude can suck dick.
Then, he starts telling me how hot it was, and how hot I look. So, I'm blushing and all blissful and shit.
That's why I'm not that horny. Still, I'm checking out the CL posts.
I think I may have a problem. Is there a 12 step program for this?
I keep checking out the posts. There's not much, being mid-week and mid-day, and people are all working at their day job and not thinking maybe I want to get sucked off. There are a few posts from younger guys wanting to fool around with other younger guys. A few more posts by guys that want to bottom. I'm not horny or desperate enough to go that route today.
In the early afternoon I respond to yet another post.
> Giving NSA Head in my room - m4m - 38 (Airport Hotel)
> Date: 2009-10-22, 2:18PM MDT
> Reply to:XXXXXXXX@craigslist.org
> NSA head.
>
> Cum drop load and leave
I hit back fast and hard, like hungry fish taking a lure. Usually these out-of-towners are eager to do me. I guess I'm too old, because I hear nothing. Notice the time he posted. 2:18 in the afternoon.
Finally, I go and do my errands, I keep checking my e-mail. Nothing. Later, I have to go out for the evening. I get home at 9:45, not expecting to do anything except watch the news, drink a beer and go to bed, and guess what's in my in my inbox?
>From: Larry
>Subject: RE: NSA Head
>To: slcjackguy@yahoo.com
>
>man, that is nice cock...still interested?
Again, notice the time. 7:PM. It took 5 hours to decide you want to blow me?
I hit him back and he quickly give me the name and address of the nearby Holiday Inn, and in the next e-mail, the room number.
I was outta the house in a flash.
His room was on the “smoking floor” of the hotel, and I could smell the cigarette when I got off of the elevator. Luckily, his room didn't smell too smokey.
Larry was in basketball shorts,
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No, this isn't the guy, but he kind of looked like this. |
I let my pants drop, and pushed my Tommy boxers down.
He was a little aggressive and seemed to be fond of the head bob technique. I was breathing and making mmmmmm sounds to signal my approval.
After a few minutes, I removed his ball cap, and found a mostly bald head under his cap. Just some soft fine blond hair about the edges. I could tell Larry was probably a very handsome man in High School, and he was still pretty good looking, but he'd lost a lot of hair (not his fault of course) and he had gained a belly. Still, he looked pretty hot on the end of my dick, and I told him so. I peeled off my shirt, then his, and found he had a nice hairy chest. Like mine, except his chest hair wasn't gray.
I told him I'd like to see him jack off. He said okay. I told him to go and get a towel, and jack off and maybe we could cum at the same time, while he was blowing me.
He removed the rest of his clothes, went to the bath room and and returned with a bath towel and a semi-hard dick. He was just about to get on his knees again, when I reached out an motioned for his junk. He stepped forward.
I grabbed his wiener, and sought his permission to blow him. He smiled and said with his southern accent “be my guest”. He got hard in no time. Because he wasn't huge, I was able to put it all in my mouth, and push my nose right into those curly blonds. His dick tasted good. Clean. Every once in a while I could taste just a little pre-cum.
When I had enough, I pulled off him and he blew me again. When I got close, I had to decide whether to just blow my wad, or maybe suck him again. I pulled his mouth off of my dick and asked if he wanted to 69.
“Sure” he said.
He got on the giant hotel bed, and I positioned myself to blow him. We were laying on our sides. I was sucking him, when he starts fucking my mouth. He's still blowing me, and it's kinda working for me. His thrusting gets more aggressive, and he's jamming his rod in my mouth and I'm getting a facefull of pubes and balls. I grabbed his small butt and gripped it tight to let him know I approved. He's doing all the work, and that's okay with me. I just let it happen, and pretty soon, I pull my mouth off his dick, and say, “fuck man, I'm gonna cum.”
“What?” he says.
I repeat myself, and he says “go ahead, I'll be right behind you.”
So, he's fucking my mouth harder and harder. It tastes good, and feels awesome. I get closer and closer to cumming, and just like the roller coaster at Lagoon, I slowly crest the hill, and slide down the other side squirting into his mouth. I'm not sure if he pulled off or what, but something changed, but it was too late. I still don't know whether he ate my cum or let it spew on the blanket, and whether he was working me my hand or mouth. I just knew I had his rubbery cock in my mouth and I was cumming and it was great.
Larry had stopped fucking my mouth, and I hadn't tasted cum. I guess he lost concentration while I was blowing my load.
I wanted him to have the pleasure of getting off too, but my desire to suck dick had left me when the last eruption of cum left my dick.
“I wan't you to get off man” I said, and he laid back, and started jacking off. All I could do to help was play with his balls,
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My stupid shoes |
He told me he was from Alabama, and then I was out the door. (but not because he was from Alabama...haha.)
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