CL Encounter #53

Last month I posted something on Criagslist.  Not to get blown, but just to express my appreciation to all that had blown me so far.   It was like an open letter, an open "thank-you to all the cocksuckers out there.

That post garnered several responses.  I don't know why, but it did.

One of the responses was:

 > whats up you wanna fuck around 21 here text me  801-XXX-859X

This came out of nowhere.  But, 21?  I took the bait. Couldn't resist.

This started several weeks of texting back and forth.  Texting for him. I was using the text function of Yahoo Messenger on the internet.  I can't text for shit.  Takes me forever to compose the simplest message.

Almost every night, this kid would text me.  Sometimes dirty talk, but usually mundane normal stuff  like work  and career and stuff.

I really have NO IDEA why a 21 year old would want to chat with me, yet alone hook up with me, a 47 year old guy.  Maybe he has daddy (or grandpa) issues. 

When I was 21, anyone over the age of 27 tended to creep me out.  I'm just sayin.

So,  “Brian” texts me almost nightly.  

I find out he's a server at Olive Garden.  We do the dance, and he leads me on and teases me, like all 20-somethings.  I've been down this road before, and it always leads to Flakeville.

After many a chats, I think I pissed him off, because he invited me over at some crazy hour, like midnight, and I refused.  Maybe it's not that exactly, but the next text had a decidedly cold tone to it, so I just let it drop, and I basically never heard from him again.

That brings us to yesterday. 

I responded to CL posts all day long, hoping to find that “insatiable bottom, hosting tops all day.”  I never found one.   I must have responded to 2 or 3 dozen posts, and got nowhere.  

At about 8PM, I had given up, and cracked open a beer.  I thought I might give young Brian another shot for old time's sake.

He texted me back straight away.   "Hey man, where ya been?"   I got right down to business.  “Come over here and have a beer with me and let me fuck you” I wrote.

He said said he couldn't right then, but I should come to his place later and he would let me fuck him.  So I asked about me coming over in the morning and to my utter shock, he said okay!

So, this started off a whole other hour of  “what are you going to do to me” and “do you like kissing” and chatting back and forth.  That was okay with me because I could crack another beer, and take the edge off of the “horny” and knew there was some relief in sight......in the morning.  To be honest, I was prepared for it all not to work out.  Those 20 somethings are flakes, ESPECIALLY when it comes to making then breaking advance plans.

At 6:30 this morning, after getting myself all worked up watching porn, I texted him one last time, and said I was on my way.  He hit me back.  “C U soon!”

I drove to his house in bum-fuck Egypt (pun intended) and he answered the door.

Keep in mind that I knew nothing about this kid except he was 21.  I didn't know his height, weight, body type or hair color.  On the way over I kept wondering who would open the door and be my “Mystery Date”.

Brian opened the door, and he wasn't anything like I had thought about.  I had dreamed of a small olive skinned hottie.    I had feared a tall pimple faced lurch.  

Brian was neither of these.

He had the face of a cute 12 -year-old boy.  Picture Opey Taylor, complete with short red hair, except Brian was a husky fellow.  Husky was what we called in my day.

He was boyishly cute, and just a little bit rolly-polly, with lily-white smooth skin.  He had on Basketball shorts and a t-shirt and welcomed me to his empty house.  

He was just about to move out, and there wasn't a stick of furniture.  Another young victim of the housing crisis.

We went upstairs to a bedroom which also had no furniture.  There were blankets and pillows on the floor, and a life size cutout of Zack Effron.

I took off my shoes, and one of us initiated a kiss.  We started making out, and I could feel Brian's boner poking me in the leg.

I broke off and told him to get to his knees.  He did and he unbuckled my belt and pulled down my Levis, followed quickly by my boxers.  I didn't get a chance to get my feet out before he was on my dick, sucking me off.

It felt great.

I let him give me head for a minute, before pulling him up for another kiss, where I again felt his rod against my leg.  This time, it was me who went to my knees, after freeing my feet from my pants and shorts.

I found his shorter fat cock and it was hard as a rock, pointing out and down, not up like mine.

I took it in my mouth and started sucking on it.  It was pretty good, but Brian pulled my reluctant mouth off of it and went in for more kissing.

I whispered into his ear with my hot breath “are  you ready for me to fuck you now?”

“Oh yah” he whimpered.

I pulled the condom and lube from my jeans pocket, and sheathed up.  I poured a little lube on my dick and the rest on his pucker.  I could feel very little resistance with my probing finger, so I didn't feel the need to linger with my finger, so to speak.

We tried it missionary style, but his beefy ass and legs made the positioning difficult.  I was aiming too high and couldn't get low enough to find the entrance.

I suggested we try doggy style.  He got on his hands and knees.

Once I got him to lower his ass and lean back on my cock, things started working well.  I did what I could with the dirty talk, and he started in with the moaning.  

(Fuck, I'm getting another boner just writing about it again.)

I got into a nice feeling rhythm, and reached around an massaged his leaking dick.  

A reach around is the least I could do, right?  

After a couple minutes of this, he pulled my hand away, saying he was going to cum, and didn't want to yet.  Then he moaned, “I want you to cum first, in my ass”.

That's where I was headed anyway, but it's still fun to hear.

It wasn't long before I started to get that nicey-nice feeling of impending orgasm, so I slowed my thrusts to make it last.

“Are you gonna cum?  Are you gonna cum in my ass” Brian asked, then added, “yah, fuck me, fuck my ass”.

I did the best I could to form a sentence, “yah, I'm gonna cum, but I want to make it last” I mumbled as I slowed my pace even further to stave off my climax.”

Finally, I approached the point of no return.  I wanted to talk dirty, because he said he liked it, but I could no longer speak English.  I wanted to reach up and choke him a little, but he was bigger than me and I couldn't get my arm around his neck without pulling my cock out of his ass.....and that was NOT going to happen.

All I could do was grab his short hair and pull his head back.  I pulled and scratched at his head and grunted and moaned “yah, yah” as I blasted into the condom.

“Oh, fuck yah. Yah! Oh!”  Brian moaned, either as encouragement, or because the slamming of his ass felt good, or maybe I was hurting him by pulling his hair so hard.  Maybe all three.

I stayed in his ass until I started to deflate,  moving just a little to feel that delightful extra sensitive post-climactic-sensation.

Brian turned around and removed the condom from my dick and examined the content.  He seemed pleased. 

Whatever.  I got what I had been craving.

Now for the dirty work.  I told Brian, I would get him off.  It's not that I dislike sucking cock, but I would sure rather do it when I'm horny, than when I have just cum!

Brian sat back, against the wall, and I started sucking his dick.  It wasn't bad, and I moved into the best position to try to get him off as quickly as possible.  It didn't take long. 

He stroked my hair as I sucked him and he warned me he was getting close.  Soon I felt his dick swell in my mouth and the cum spasm up his shaft.  

(Fuck that feels cool!)  

I could feel copious amounts of cum filling the back of my mouth.  Because my tongue was placed firmly on the underside of his tasty dick, I didn't taste the cum, but vapor started coming up through my nasal cavity and I could smell it.

I held his twitching dick in my mouth as long as I could.  Finally the smell of cum was going to make me gag, and I had to pull off and I spit a huge gob into the towel Brian had provided.  I caught my breath and wiped off my tongue.

Brian was content to sit back and catch his breath too.  He had  a grin on his face and he looked like a cherub sitting there.

Then the awkward part came.  Getting dressed and saying our thank-yous.

I excused my self to the bathroom to wash my hands and rinse out my mouth.

I left with minimal fanfare and drove home.

If Brian want's more, I think I'm up for it.  I'd especially like to see if he has his cocksucking merit badge or skill award.

CL Encounter #52.

Mario posted on Adam 4 Adam.  His picture was sizzling hot.  I couldn't really understand why he wanted to suck me off so bad.  Granted, the pics I posted of myself were pretty good.  The one of me in Levis, pulled down so it shows my ass is the best.  I don't usually like pictures of myself, but I like that one.

So, about a month ago, Mario and I are chatting and he wants to blow me, and I want him to blow me, and then I don't hear from him, and I'm thinking; Flakey McFlakester.  It happens.

Suddenly, this morning, I get an e-mail from him;

Hey stud, it's Mario from adam4adam. Let me know when you wanna stop by and find me waiting for you on my knees inside the door. You just drop your pants and kick back for some amazing head. Bust your hot load deep down my throat and then just zip up and bail. NO strings. NO drama. TOTALLY ANONYMOUS "blow n go" action. Txt me: 801-xxx-xxxx.

So, I'm horny and looking to get off, and it's still pretty early, like 6:37 AM.  He doesn't respond to the e-mail, so I try Adam4Adam.  I wait 60 seconds and then text him.  Damn, I'm horny.

So, FINALLY, Mario hits me back.

Now in previous e-mails, Mario doesn't want me to shower first.  He kes a man's musky (or did he say musty) scent.  

Whatever floats your boat dude.  Me, I prefer the scent of Irish Spring to sweaty ass.

I confirm with him that he wants me unshowered.  He does.

Finally his room mate leaves, and he calls me on my hook-up phone, as I'm pulling out of the driveway to go the the general area he told me.  I'm so freaking horny, I'll drive there and start knocking on doors if I have to just to get some head.

Mario dials in the location without giving me his actual address.  As I get real close, he guides me over the phone to his driveway.

I walk through a gate, and down some slippery landscape timber steps to a back door, when I go into a messy unfinished basement, cluttered with junk, boxes and furniture, and find a hallway.  At this point, there are many doors, and I'm lost and it's kind of dark.  I hollered out for help, and heard a voice to the left and followed it to a semi open door and an almost pitch black room lit only by a small candle.

I heard a voice in the darkness say welcome.  I started undoing my pants and still had not seen the guy, because my eyes had not adjusted to the darkness, although I knew he was over there somewhere on his knees, as he said he would be.

“don't take off your underwear yet” came a voice from the shadows. 

Okay, what ever.  I approached the voice, and a hand reached around my ass and pulled my crotch to a mouth.  I could feel hot breath through the fabric of my boxers, and I put my hand on his head.  It felt like dreadlocks or something, which I had not expected. 

His A4A pics let me to believe he was a slim athletic guy, not a rastafarian.  I later found out it was not dreadlocks, but the seams of a baseball cap he was wearing.  In fact I found out later he had close cropped black hair, in a basic short haircut.

In a minute, he had my boxers down and was nuzzling my groin, and then voila....my dick in his hot wet mouth.   Ahhhhh finally, some relief was in sight.

He blew me like that for a minute and then went back to nuzzling and licking my crotch and nut sack.  I stepped out of one leg of my boxers, so I could spread my feet and give him better access. 

You know the saying, give them an inch? 

Well, Mario took the opportunity and started chowing down on everything in that neighborhood and asked me to get up on the bed.

I complied and lay down on my stomach, with my feet still on the floor and he got between my legs, while he was still on his knees and he started eating my ass like he was an Ethiopian at the UNICEF truck!

Again, I hadn't showered in a 24 hours, and that would NOT have been my first choice, but who am I to deny a guy who is about to blow me, what he wants.

So he tosses my salad, and I'm moaning and gasping, because it really is a strange and fantastic feeling and after a bit, I grab his hair and re focus his attention to my dick.

I flip over and begins to suck my dick again.  I'm more forceful this time and cradle his head in my center and start to pelvic fuck his mouth.  Nice and slow, just how I like it.

I let go for a minute to see if he wanted to take over, but he sort of just waited for me to face fuck him again, which I did.

At some point, he asked if I had ever sat on a guys face.  “I don't think so” I replied.  

“You're going to love it”  he said. 

He lay back on the bed and instructed me to straddle him, facing his feet.  He encougaged me to lean over so my hairy crack was now in his face, and the pie eating contest began.  I liked it and it was making me horny.  Right there below me was his soft dick.  It didn't really look like the dick I saw in his A4A Profile pictures, but it looked good nonetheless, so I helped myself and started sucking it.  Oddly, it didn't really get very hard.

Either I'm a bad cocksucker, or he was too busy in Dingleberryville, or he had erection problems, but all of this stimulation was making me horny as fuck!!   I couldn't take it any more and climbed off and and begged him to please suck me off.

He obliged and gave me one hell of a nice orgasm.  Slow to build, I think the first squirt of cum leaked out before I actually peaked.  As usual, I was very quiet until I crested, and when I started unloading in his mouth, I started gripping his shoulders, pulling his hair, breathing heavy and let out some dirty talk, and guttural moans.

Oh fuck that was good, and he kept me in his mouth and sucked out every drop until I started to go soft.  I tried to get up and he urged me to lay back and relax for 5 minutes while he rubbed my body and gave me nice compliments.

I endured this for a bit, then said I had to go.

Mario wants me to fuck him and I just might.  He seems like a nice guy, pretty handsome and dark skinned, and looks like he takes care of himself, although he's not quite as athletic as his photos led me to believe.

I enjoyed my butt being munched, but I have questions.....like where else has this guys mouth been lately?

An embarrassing thing happened....

Guest blogger B, who is one of my e-mail confidants, asked me if I knew about "shea butter".   In an e-mail he said:

"I was thinking of something you might want to try. I read about Shea butter and how rubbing your dick with it, helps soften the head and can help with sensitivity. I've done it for a week and I noticed after the FIRST day. I can still last a long time or rub one out relatively quicker while topping it getting a BJ. You should try it. I put some in a condom, get hard, put the condom on and just massage it. My dick absorbs it and I repeat a few more times or until the lotion stops absorbing. Repeat the next day. Serious - it's helped me. You should consider trying it, I'm very not kidding. I'm kind of impressed with some newly re-awakened sensitivity. Nuff said."

So I did some research on Shea butter, and it also led me on a tangent about early circumcision (I'm cut) and loss of penis head sensitivity as a result.

I decided to try my friend's Shae butter idea, but thought that wearing a condom all day to act as a temporary foreskin might be a good idea too.  I would kill two birds with one stone.

Here's what happened (as described in an e-mail report back to my friend.)

Yes, this is actually me and my embarrassing
filled condom with rubber band contraption.

"So Sunday, I went on a quest to find shea butter.  It wasn't hard to find, and I brought it home and did like my other buddy suggested used a condom.  Unlike him however, that slippery condom was not gonna stay on my small cock!

I finally got a rubber band to fit just under the crown on my dick head and hold it into place, without cutting off the circulation.

At least I thought so.

Later in the day I felt a sensation in my pants, and sure enough, the condom had come off.

But where?????

It wasn't in my boxers and it wasn't in my shorts.

I finally found it in my driveway.  It came off when I walked from the back door to the front yard to change the sprinkler.

Undeterred, I tried it again on Monday, and it was working pretty well.  I thought I would just keep it on as long as possible....sort as an artificial foreskin while moisturizing at the same time.

Things were great around the house for a few hours, and I kept it on while I went to the optometrist for an eye exam and to pick out new glasses.  Actually I forgot all about it!

I forgot all about it until, the final stage of my transaction with the young lady fitting my glasses and taking payment.

I got that old familiar feeling while sitting in the chair.

I though to myself, fuck no!  This can't be happening!  I wasn't really sure if it had fallen off.  I checked the floor around me but didn't see it.

I desperately wanted to stick my hands in my pants to check, but there was no way without being obvious.

When I got to the car, I carefully checked my dick.  The lotion filled condom was GONE.  Again, I checked my boxers and shorts.

Nothing.

So, I checked my walk from the front door to the car and still nothing.  I knew it had to be in the store somewhere.

I was so fucking embarrassed I did NOT go in and check.  I just got the hell out of there.

I know someone will find, (I'm sure has already found) that condom on the floor, filled with white creamy stuff and fucking FREAKED OUT.

I'm so embarrassed that they will all be staring at me now when I go to pick up my glasses next week.

Well, Guest Blogger B, had the following to say:

Holy crap man.. Your response made me laugh my ass off. I read it 2-3 times and just was rolling.

When I did the cream, I put it in the condom and play with it absorbing the lotion 1-2 times a day. Keep rubbing until the lotion was being absorbed. All in all, I take 20-30 minutes total. I did fall asleep with the condom on but only once, and there was very little lotion left. Normally I just rub the lotion in. I'm only hard cause I'm playing with myself.

Hearing of you losing a condom full of Shea butter is just absolutely amazing and funny to me - I'm not laughing at you. Just so damn funny. Was really a very cute story.  Hehe.

So when do you go back for your glasses?  I'm waitingfor the conclusion to the story, ROLF!

You're a funny man :)
Your  story should be printed in your blog as a side story, maybe just using the email you sent me. That was so damn funny.

Well Guest Blogger B.....here it is.  I guess I can always remove it if I turn too many shades of red.

Oh, I forgot to mention.  My glasses were ready a few days later, and I went to pick them up.  THANK GOD the afternoon/evening shift was entirely new people. Not a single employee was the same, and luckily nobody handed me a brown envelope containing a lotion filled condom, with a note that said  "Sir, I think you forgot this on your last visit" which is what I feared.

CL Encounter #51.

I don't know what I did to deserve this, but it must have been pretty good.  I just got sucked off by a totally hot young dude.  WTF?

This guy was perfect.  My height, maybe shorter.  His post said he was 26 but he looked 19.  Medium dark olive skin, perfect teeth, great smile, killer bod, not too much muscle, but very toned and smooth all over....and..... he had a great voice.  I don't know if there was a hint of a southern accent or what.


Here was the post.


looking to suck some loads down - 26 (sugarhouse)
Reply to: XXXXXX@craigslist.org


26 here who is lookin to service cock all day
send a pic and stats for my pic and address


I wasn't really looking to get blown, just looking for entertainment.  When ever I respond to someone under 35, I rarely get any response back, so I tried just for the fun of it. 


Me: Are you still blowing dudes? Let me know and I'll send stats and pics. I'm older.
Him: Yeah only had 3 loads so far...
Me: I'm 47, 5'6" and 140 lbs. I'm near downtown.  Interested?
Him:  yeah, nice cock man.. im hosting in sugarhouse u up for a blo n go?
Me: Sure, get me off. I can come now. Porn would be cool, but not necessary.
Him: awesome, i will have some porn on for ya... (address removed)


So I was there in 15 minutes.  I didn't change, shower or brush my teeth.  I found the apartment without any problem and rang the bell.  Golden boy answered the door, and flashed his perfect teeth.  I said, “Wow, you're a handsome young man!”  He said thanks.  He was wearing loose flannel pants and a t-shirt.  I notice a bulge in his pants.


The couch was just inside the door, facing the TV, which was playing a gay porno. 


I started to take my worn Levi's off.


“Are you going to take your's off?” I asked.

“If you want me to” he said.  I did want him to, and he took them off.  He was wearing some strange underwear, like a skimpy green jock strap or something.  Maybe a banana hammock. 


He just pushed the fabric down below his smaller cock and balls.  He was totally smooth.  I grabbed it as he started blowing me.


So it wasn't a big cock.  I like that.  Fuck, he had a nice body.  I was totally diggin rubbing his toned arms and shoulders, and soft long black hair.  After a few minutes I swiveled around on the couch so he could blow me straight on, instead of from the side.  That meant I had to let go of his dick.


He looked up at me and said “you have a nice cock” and smiled.


“So do you,” I said.  “Can I blow you?” I asked.    “Sure.” He replied.


I went for it.  It was easy to suck, and I liked it.  I'll bet I wasn't on it for more than a minute or two, when he pulled me off.  He looked at me and said it was good.


I'm not sure what came over me but I grabbed his neck and kissed him.  He kissed back and we made out for a minute.  I haven't done that much with guys, but this reminded me of making out with girlfriends in the past.  I liked it, but after a minute, I pushed his head back onto my dick.


He blew and licked my balls for several more minutes, and asked me if I was ready to blow a load.  I wanted to hang around and take another turn on this little hottie's dick, but figured he wanted me to cum, then go, so I concentrated on doing just that.


He was working my cock with fervor and I was letting it happen.  I was unusually quiet this time but tried to show my approval by pulling Golden Boy's hair.  He made motions a couple times like he was going to pull off of my dick, but I locked onto his head, and kept him on me.  I shot my wad in his mouth and convulsed a bit, with that orgasmic twitch until I was ready to throw in the towel.


When I let him up, he was breathing hard, as was I, and I pulled him on top of me.  I nuzzled his neck, and thought about a kiss, but decided against it.


I thanked him again (and again) and got dressed, as did he.  I gave him one last kiss on the neck and a hug as I left.


I sure wouldn't mind repeating an encounter with him!

Guest Blogger "B"

I have another E-mail buddy.  Not as regular as Guest Blogger A, but occasionally he'll give me a juicy tidbit of his own.   Here's his latest ideas on the perfect blow job.  He's got a regular too!

My ad:
Looking for mature, ddf, hiv-. drug and bug free cocksucker who can handle my dick like a pro. No biting or pain, less hands and more mouth. You host anytime before 11am. Nice load for you. Swallower a plus. Your face pic for my dick pic.


So this guy responded ... I responded back with dick and face pics. I went directly to his place. Very easy to find and park. I didn't ask his age, I could tell he was old enough (remember - I tend to like the 45yo+ type guys). I later Googled his email address and found him on xtube. He's 61, but has the looks and the energy of someone much younger.

I went to his place and knocked. Answering the door, was the guy just as he described himself in his email response. He invited me in and gave me a nice hug. He asked me to go up the stairs to the room on the left and make myself comfortable. I did just that. His house was totally clean, very organized and I felt right at ease.

I removed my shorts and underwear. I left my socks and shirt on as I lay on the bed.  The bedroom was cozy and dark. He had a lot of techno music playing, different types. Volume wasn't too loud. He came in wearing jeans (I think) and a wifebeater. Nice, trim body. Well groomed mostly graying salt and pepper hair. He started sucking on me which made me immediately hard. As I'd requested - no teeth, lots of tongue, some hands. We tried variations, all with me lying on my back with my legs spread.

He did some head work which made me a little sensitive as I'm uncut. I pushed his head down further to the part of my shaft where I really like it. He kept sucking, twirling his tongue around my knob and using his hands to caress my shaft and balls. He sucks and looks me in the eye, saying, "God, you have a gorgeous cock." Compliments and cocksucking... I can't complain. He sucked it and was obviously into it. He wasn't doing this because he had to... I'd met a true cocksucker; someone who was into it.

We tried fast and slow paces... sometimes he'd pull off too far and I'd hold his head and pull it closer, making him deepthroat me. At a point, I was holding his head and slamming the fuck out of it bouncing it on my dick where it felt best to me. I was going – FAST, FAST, furious - forcing his head swiftly, gently but firmly.. His head was bouncing and he was holding his breath... he moaned obviously loving being "used". I slowed and let him do the work for awhile and went back and forth at this, going with what felt best. I can't believe how well he was able to take it. All I know, is how good his mouth felt as he gagged on my dick.  I don’t know what it is, I only know feeling/seeing a guy choking on my dick just makes me harder and is a bigger turn on.

He looked me in the eyes and asked me to hold his head however I wanted when I shot and make him take my load - I did. I could feel myself building so I let that feeling take over. His warm mouth on my cock.. his gasping for air. I think he loved it as much as I did. While deep in his mouth, I held his head in place. He wasn't quite at the base of my cock and balls, rather just up from that slightly... where I like it the best. My dick was taking up valuable breathing room in his mouth... I didn't care. I held it there and shot a (literal) 4 day load. It was a hard, powerful cum and I made a fucking animal groan as I blew my cum in his mouth. I could tell he was getting it ALL... having troubles breathing, but loving everything I did. As I blew, he was whimpering and sort of gasping for air, but only resisting slightly - enough that I still had to force his head how I wanted as I let my dick finish... I held him there, his mouth on my cock, my hands still firmly but gently holding his head. I wasn't taking his mouth off until I felt like it. It took a few minutes for me to want to let him go. He sat there breathing hard through his nose, as he felt my after-orgasm twitches. I was still pretty hard when I let go of his head.

Sometimes... to impress... I take 1/2 a Viagra (50mg). I did this time so that boy was working at it and was/is a fucking pro - not in that "nasty ho" way, just in the way that he knew what he was doing. It was instinctual when we met, I just held his head and he seemed to like it. Its how the entire bj went, me doing whatever I wanted. I just took it how I liked it. He was a cocksucker and just what I needed. He did an exceptional job, cooperating even with a few, what I'd call “difficult forced head bob movements”. He had proven himself more than worthy.

I’ve seen him 3 times so far, every time has been good. I’ve gotten off exactly how I wanted – a clean, ddf and hungry mouth. Viagra isn’t just for erectile dysfunction… it can help recreationally. I also wanted to give this cocksucker just what he wanted. This last time, after going at it for almost an hour, he told me his jaw was getting sore. He had gasped quite a bit and was saying my dick was extra big today and he was having a hard time. To help the process, I held his head and moved it up and down my dick in the perfect rhythm and depth. Within about 3 minutes of this very specific rubbing, I was able to nut in his mouth. Between us, it seems to be a good combination. He wants to be used for my pleasure and I’m enjoying the hell out of using that mouth in whatever way feels best to me. His effort and desire will keep me cumming back.

Craigslist Experience #50

(Sorry, Furniture Store BJ Video Removed)

I wish encounter #50 was something special.  Every BJ is special, but this one was also ordinary.

This older heavier guy sent me a message exactly one week ago, via “Adam 4 Adam”  asking if I wanted to get sucked off.

This morning I saw that he was on line, so I replied.  He hit me back and invited me over.  He gets bonus points for living only 5 minutes from me.

I showered, and drove to his house.  I identified his door and he invited me in.   He led me to the bedroom, pointed to the bed and asked me to get comfortable.

I dropped trou, and the boxers,  arranged the pillows so I could sit up, and Santa Bear went to work.  He didn't take off his glasses either.

A pretty nice blow-job.  Just a hint of teeth, but nothing unbearable (bear...haha).  He got me right to the edge and pulled off when I told him I was going to cum soon.
“I love to watch it squirt” he said, indicating that I was not going to be sucked to completion.  Shit.
“I'll tell ya when, then” I said, and he went back to work.

About 4 minutes later, I felt my cum rise and just before I twitched into orgasmic orbit, I managed to blurt out “here it comes!"

Santa took his hand and jerked me to completion.  I tried to watch, but my eyelids had different ideas.  I did look down to see a big wad of jizz in my pubes and some on Santa's hand, and I hear Santa say, stuff like “oh yah,   ooooooh.”

He got a dry washcloth or towel and neatly wiped me up.  I put on my pants, and left.

It wasn't the best blow job in the world, but it was as good enough, and a hell of a lot better than beating off!

Total Plagiarism

I just wanted to share something I read on another blog.  Sometimes I stumble upon words that are put together and perfectly capture my sentiments....and so I steal them.


From 

Gay Married in the Midwest

The internet on the DL, and why random get togethers

I started on that spiral of the hook up, when the Internet started to be available to all.  I started on chat lines, and moved to phone, and then to the real thing.  Technology has been easier and easier as it went along.  No wonder my wife hates technology. I can't speak for all married men, but the ones that I have talked to turn to random hook ups because they are easy to get out of.  There is no emotion, just immediate needs are met.

The other thing that attracted me to a random thing is the adrenaline rush.  The rush of the hunt, the rush of the unexpected, the rush of the newness.  You knew at the end of the encounter what to expect. I have always felt pretty safe with the people I have found as well.  I think maybe only once I thought, "Get me the hell out of here." But for the most part very respectful and safe.


From 

The Bi Married Mafia

I need to confess that sex can be a little bit like a drug. Its draw is so strong, it’s addictive nature so alluring and everywhere so available. It was a little bit like being an adolescent again, discovering for the first time the pleasures of a physical act.........

Guest Blogger "A"

Guest Blogger "A"

I have (at the time of this writing) one special regular reader of this blog.  He's also one of my early encounters. If you read each and every story, it's not hard to figure out who he is, but I'm getting away from the point I wanted to make.

My regular reader also corresponds with me via e-mail nearly every day, and we usually chat about my sexual escapades, but often the reader will tell me about his.  

We share a common history, being the same age and growing up in the same city, under the similar middle class suburban circumstances. Mr. Regular Reader has also shared with me many encounter stories of his own, and awhile back, gave me permission to post them on MY blog.

My favorite story from Mr. Regular Reader:

> I use to work a 7pm to

> 3am shift. driving home down Seventh East one

> night at 3-330, a Camaro driving about the same

> pace. Boy in a tux driving, girl in slutty bar

> dress in passenger side. Every light they would stop

> and make out. Purely a show for my benefit. Each

> light the making out was more animated, and graphic.

> soon, girl had her boobs out, and would lean over as

> if she were blowing the guy. then the guy had no shirt

> on, and girls ass was in the window, with the boys fingers

> in her schnizz. They were getting a pretty big kick

> out of me seeing all this, then the boy realized I was

> craneing my neck to see around the girls ass, to get

> a look at his cock, he moved the girls hair out of the

> way, and leaned back so i could see his dick in the girls

> mouth,.....blah, blah ,blah,

> soon they would be arguing at the lights, and then

> they got real far ahead of me. I saw their taillights

> turn far ahead of me.

> I just kept driving on my way home., soon I was past

> Van Winkle, and going up 9th east. I stopped for

> gas, minding my own beeswax, and the Camaro

> pulled in on the other side. Boy in tux went

> inside. I finished pumping gas, went in to

> pay. He looked kinda shocked when he saw me. He

> left. I paid , I left. Camaro was out by

> my truck. he said hi, I said hi, I asked

> where his girlfriend was, Long story

> short, she was a bitch, wasn't good giving

> head, they got in an argument, he dropped her

> off at her apartment ( he was obviously drunk)

> I think he was trying to apologize for

> flashing me all the way down Seventh East. I asked him how

> bad at giving head was this girl. He said pretty

> bad, I said with a nice cock like he had, she should

> have tried harder. He mentioned, that he noticed I was

> looking more at him, than her. I said ah,

> YA. Then I just blurted it out, That I would

> suck him off if he wanted. He was all over that.

> we went to his apartment and got naked and did a few nasty

> things. He was very happy to get blown, and

> pretty happy to be blowing me. OK thats all

> background info. Later he called and wanted

> to know if I wanted to get together again.

> BOING, I said yes. I went to his apartment. He

> answered the door wearing just tightie whities. I was

> very glad about that. We went in the living

> room, and there is bitchy girl friend, with her

> giant puffy hair, in a bra and panties. I

> wasn't too excited about that. Not knowing ahead

> of time, and it being a mean ol girl.

> Anyway, we talked, he explained he wanted to

> try a 3way. He stood up, and took off his shorts, and I was

> a mindless retard. Anyway, right from the

> beginning, he and I were enjoying the majority of any

> action going on. Every once in a while he would feel

> the girl up. throw her a kiss, then immediately

> come back to me. I felt a little bad, (but not really.)

> I think the kicker

> for her , was when I went down on him, and he

> said, "Now thats how you suck a cock!"

>Sometime after that, but before

> he blew his load, she got up and left the room.

> We didn't skip a beat, just kept going. I

> really didn't notice anything, until after he

> came. She was no where to be seen. It didn't

> stop him, we just kept messing around. He sucked

> my cock, I fingered his ass, he fingered my

> ass. When it was all over, that girl

> was nowhere in his apartment. She had gotten so

> pissed, she left. Funny thing is, I don't think

> this guy cared, he almost seemed relieved. We

> messed around a few more timed after that, I think he

> was just testing the water. He had obviously sucked

> cock before mine. And he really liked his ass played

> with. But I think he went back to girl sex.

> That was longer than it was worth. I probably left

> out things that made the whole thing make sense.

Hey Mr. Regular Reader (writer), Good job. Just reading that got me horny.....again!

Craigslist Experience #49

Another day, another blow job.

If only it were that easy.

I woke up early. Again. I can't seem to sleep in anymore.

No one on CL is up early.....how unusual.  (Sarcasm)  So, I go off and do a project. I come back home, and eat breakfast, and hit the CL again. I respond to a few posts, and nothing. I do this 2 more times throughout the day, and finally at around 2 PM, I can't concentrate on the tasks at hand because I want a frickin blow job!

I think I have a problem.

I see one of the 19-year-old's posting again. He wants to suck a big dick. I hit him back, all the while, I'm e-mailing any and everyone.

Finally some guy posts that he want to “eat a nice butt".

Yah, this is really me.

Now, I don't really know if I have a nice butt, but it looks pretty good in my pictures, so I send him the aforementioned pictures and asks if this is what he had in mind.

As I had hoped, he said yes, it was a “great ass” and I said he could eat it if he wanted, as long as it led to me getting off somehow. He said he would do what it would take. I said it would take a BJ and he agreed.

Whew, finally!

I told him I had to shower. He said hit him back when I was ready to leave and he'd give me the exact address, he even sent his phone number.

So, while all of this is going on, I'm keeping the dialog with the 19-year-old open. He's very sketchy, but when I try to blow him off, by telling him someone else is going to blow me, he wants in.

Can you believe it?  He emails:

> > Let me play too, I wanna suck 2 cocks I'm down right now. Com on man

So, I take my shower, and I'm telling the kid I gotta check with ass-eater if he's cool with it. I get done showering, and I call "ass-eater," and my phone doesn't work. I finally get the phone thing figured out, and when I get through to ass-eater, it goes to voice mail.

So, I tell the kid that ass-eater isn't answering, and he says maybe I should just come over and he'll blow me in the car.

Then, they both drop off the radar. The kid stops responding and ass-eater is no where to be found.

Shit. I'm showered, my dick is fresh and clean, not to mention my butt, and I'm just at a dead end.

So, I start hitting the CL posts, and respond to this:

> Blow u - m4m - 33

> Reply to: pers-vu4bb-1485724533@craigslist.org

>

> Married guy looking to give his first blow job. I can't

> host. If you will let me I would love to take your cock in

> my mouth.

2 e-mails and 1 phone call later, “Midvale John” was here, or at least in the empty lot across the street from my house.

John called again and I told him which house was mine. He drove across the street and knocked at the door. He wasn't nearly as fat as I though he would be.

We were both a bit nervous, but I invited him sit on the couch, and just started taking off my shoes and pants. He just watched and awaited instructions, I guess.

I dropped the boxers, and said he might have to get me hard first, and I though he might reach over and stroke me a bit, but he got up and dropped to his knees in front of me, while I sat on the couch.

For a first timer, he did pretty good. OK, amazingly good. 

His mouth was hot and wet, and he wasn't afraid of sucking. I felt plenty of nice pressure, while he quickly to full mast.

He tried lots of things. Licking, sucking, bobbing, tongue action, suction. I did my best to tell him what I liked (I liked it all) and what I loved. Only a once or twice did I have to mention the teeth.

I was being as verbal as I could be, and once asked him if he liked it. “MMMM-Hmmm” he said, not willing to release my dick for conversation sake.

After about 12 minutes of pretty good cock sucking, I felt the pressure build, and I said, “I'm going to cum dude.”

I expected him to pull off, but he didn't. I said in a breathy voice, “I'll tell ya when,” and I let him continue his work.

It wasn't long before I felt my core vibrate, and my legs shiver and every muscle tense up, and then the release.

“oooooh, Uuuugh” I said as I unloaded.”

He was still on my dick.....or was he? When I was cumming I felt like I was squirting in his mouth and I could feel his tongue, but when I opened my eyes, he had my dick in his hand and big gobs of cum were all around his hand as he was grasping my dick, so I don't know what the heck was happening, but it felt good.

I was panting in pleasure, and I told him where the bathroom was so he could wash his hands.

He returned and I was putting on my pants, and he didn't bolt for the door, so I asked if he wanted to jerk off.

To my surprise, he did.

I told him I didn't think I could blow him, but he said that was okay, and he watched the porn on the TV and dropped trou and started to stroke his dick. It was about my size, with slightly balls, which were shaved.

I know this because while I wasn't horny enough to blow him, I could at least play with his balls as he jerked off.

A few minutes later, his cell phone rang, and he retrieved it from his pants pocket which was now just above his shoes, at ankle level, and checked the number. He said he had better go.

Okay with me.

He was a nice guy, and I wouldn't mind seeing him again. He has my number.

I have my doubts.

Criagslist Encounter #48

What a fucking day.  


My penis is sure making me waste a lot of time these days.

For some reason, I thought I could just contact my last native American cock-sucker, and he'd blow me bright and early.

Well, he's out of town for the holiday.  Rats! Cock-blocked!

So, I surfed CL for a couple of house this morning, and got nowhere.  Finally, I had to leave and get some shit done.  I kept checking e-mail all day, whenever I could get home, but no one was hitting me back.

Finally at 2:30 PM, I left my work project and went to the gym.  Afterwords, I was horny, and didn't feel like working, so spent more time on the computer trying to get laid.  For some reason, I was up for fucking again.

At one point, I had a hot dude from Adam 4 Adam, a 19 year old kid in West Valley and a 22  year old kid in Magna, all e-mailing me and I was trying to hook up with any and every one, but it turned out to be one flake out after another.    I could go into the details, but it was so frustrating.

To top it off, I e-mailed or texted (not exactly sure, I think he reads his e-mails on his phone) the 22 year old kid I nick-named Dewy, and asked him if he wanted to try and top him.

Well, Dewy, that sweet fucking kid, e-mailed a bit, flirted a little, and then said he had to work but,  if I wanted his ass tomorrow, it was mine for the taking.

I was so happy, because, as I mentioned, he's cute as fuck, and a real sweetheart.  The only problem with that plan: I was super horny NOW.....and for some reason, horny for ASS.

So, I decided to just crack a beer, give up the CL pursuit, and get my piece of ass tomorrow.

But......my penis had other plans.  It willed my fingers to look at CL just one more time.

Wouldn't you know it.  Here's what I saw.
fun tonight? - 27

Looking for a top or group of tops to come fuck me. Send me pics and stats and I will send you my address. There may be guys coming and going but the door will be unlocked so you can come in and take your turn on my ass. tell me what you want to do to me and lets fuck. i am 5'7 150 


Here's the e-mail exchange:

Me: 
I just want to come over and find you ass up, climb on and do my business. If I have to watch another guy and wait until he's finished, fine. If someone else comes in, fine.

Give me your address and I'll be right over.  I don't have much time though.

47, 5'6, 140 lbs. Not a big dick. See pics.

Him: > when you free? bb or condom?

Me: Free, NOW. Condom. 

Him: > k come  now but can you do it bare?  

Me: Sorry dude. Safety first. That's what they taught me in Boy Scouts. I can still come now if you want.

Him: sure...do you care if someone walks in while you are fucking me? and they wait their turn to fuck me while you finish? 

Me: Sounds kind of hot. Especially if they help out.

Him: ok...do you have poppers or pnp? 

Me: Sorry man. It's just me, my condom and some lube. 

Him: that works 

Me: I just need the address and I'm out the door. 

Him: k I will leave the front door unlocked...I will be inside the door naked with my ass in the air...you can come in and start fucking me ok? 

 A couple more e-mails and I was on my way to a tiny little house in Murray, on a dark street.  I had trouble seeing the addresses in the dark, but finally found the house.  I parked across the street and went to the fence, and finally figured how to get in the gate.  I heard a click at the front door.  Nameless bottom must been watching and unlocked the front door when he saw me coming.

I just opened the door, as instructed, and it was dark, but right there just a few feet from the entrance, was an ass in the air.  It was attached to a faceless guy, kneeling on an upholstered chair, leaning over the back.

“Nice” was all I said.

I slipped out of my shoes, and took off my pants.  I pulled the condoms and lube from my pocket and set them within reach of the fuck chair.

My hands were cold, and my dick was soft, so I played around on "Faceless" for awhile, and rubbed up and down a bit, tweaked his nipples, and grabbed his dick.  I knew my cold hands would either be uncomfortable or thrilling.  Since there was no talking, I didn't know exactly what he thought.  I took the lube and dribbled some in his ass crack, and rubbed the head of my dick around a bit to get it hard.  It was stiffening up nicely.

I even gave it a push or two at his pucker, to see if it would go in.  I heard the slightest moan of approval.

When it was hard enough, I pulled away and went for the condom.  I think faceless thought I was going to leave, because he turned sideways to see what was going on.  When he heard me fumbling with the wrapper, he figured it out, and went back to his "head down" position.

Not exactly how it went, but this is the best
photo I could find.  How do you other bloggers
seem to find the perfect photo???

So, I lubed up a bit more, and started to assault his butt crack.  I was having trouble getting it in, but after about two minutes of rubbing, and pushing, and shoving, it popped in, and I started a nice slow fuck.  It was pretty tight, and I thought it was going to pop out, so I kept my thrusts short, and as deep as I could.

After a few minutes he loosened up, and I could take longer strokes.

At one point, I did come out, and he reached around behind and grabbed my cock.  I didn't know what was going on, until he deftly pulled the condom off.

“Ever do it raw?” He asked.

“Never.” I replied.

“You should try it”.

“Maybe.  Someday, but not this day.” I said, as I was able to put the condom back on my dick.

For the next ten minutes I pounded his ass.  He moaned a few times, but not like I've seen guys do in porn.  I had fun pulling his hair, and pulling his head back.  At one point he arched up and I tried to grab him around the throat.  He just let me.  Then, just for fun, I mashed his face back down in the the back cushion of the chair and held it there for a few seconds.  I was putting so much effort into it, I got rather hot, and took off my tee shirt, so, now I was wearing just my condom and socks.

After a bit, he said, “You either have to cum, or take the condom off.”

I was a bit surprised.  I thought bottoms liked to be fucked long and hard.

To be honest, I wasn't really “feeling the love” anyway, so I said, “Or I could just bail.”

He got up and looked at me, and for the first time, I saw his face.  Not bad looking.  In fact pretty handsome, in a cute sort of way.

I think there was a little more talk.  Something about the condom rubbing, and he liked it raw, it felt better, and I should try it.

All of this while I was putting my clothes back on.

I secretly was hoping someone else would walk in while I was banging him.  I'm not sure if that would have killed it, or inspired me.  I guess I'll have to try it again with someone else to find out.

Let's hope tomorrow's planned butt-bang goes better.  If not, that may be the end of fucking for me.