Dude 232.......again

I have a problem.  I was so remorseful after I did this I was almost in tears.   I promised myself I would NOT fuck bare again.  I especially was bound and determined not to fuck anonymous bare.  If a dude is gonna take raw loads from anyone, then he's bound to catch something sooner or later, and just after I had the big gonorrhea epidemic incident!

But I just couldn't stop myself.  Even as I was doing it, I was helpless to stop myself.  Fuck. fuck, fuck!

TAKING DICK - 26 (DOWNTOWN)

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Date: 2012-12-24, 9:34AM MST

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LOOKING FOR FUN THIS MORNING
WILL BE ASS UP AND FACE DOWN LUBED AND READY
WALK IN AND DO YOUR THING, CUM THEN LEAVE
BE INSHAPE PLEASE
BREED MY BUTT
DDF, NEG TOO 

From: Jack

To: "gvvsp-498925816@pers.craigslist.org"

Sent: Monday, December 24, 2012 10:02 AM

Subject: taking dick - 26 (downtown)

I am willing to do the quick anon fuk n go.  Gimme the address.  I'm showered and ready and close to downtown.

From: Fly High 

To: Jack 

Sent: Monday, December 24, 2012 10:03 AM

Subject: Re: taking dick - 26 (downtown)

cool

1011s and west temple

building I-04

door unlocked

how far are you

From: Jack 

To: Fly High 

Sent: Monday, December 24, 2012 10:05 AM

Subject: Re: taking dick - 26 (downtown)

I can be there at 10:20.

From: Fly High 

To: Jack 

Sent: Monday, December 24, 2012 10:07 AM

Subject: Re: taking dick - 26 (downtown)

cool got a guy coming at 1030am fyi

Ill leave door unlocked

I put condoms and lube in my pocket and headed out to this kids apartment.  I had been there before, in October 2011, so I knew what I was getting into.  Notice how he didn't even ask my age or stats or STD status?  I just sent him a faceless pic of me with a hardon, and he sent back the address.

I went in his door at exactly 10:20.  I went to the bedroom and sure enough, blindfolded, crouching on the bed, hairless brown ass in the air.   I pulled the rubbers and lube from my pocket, but there was already a bottle of lube on the bed.  It was pretty dark, the curtains drawn.

I just dropped my pants to my knees and began trying to get my dick hard.  I put some more lube on the boys crack, and pushed it in his hole with my thumb as it leaked down.  He was already well oiled though.  I was still trying to stiffen up, but not having much luck as I fingered his tight asshole trying to warm him up as well.

In an effort to get hard I started to rub my dick on, his butt.  Closer and closer to his hot hole, and I started to chub up.  Now I was just running my dick right on his starfish,  and the evil little homo inside me took over and I just pushed my cock in his ass.  Raw.  Bare.

Fuck it felt good.  So slippery and smooth, yet tight.  I could feel my orgasm building right then and there.  I thrust in and out a couple times, and almost peaked right there, and I wasn't even fully hard yet. I pulled out.  I stood there for a couple of seconds, or maybe it was an eternity, while I once again tried with all my might to make the right decision, and instead, I pushed my cock right back in his butt.

It only took a couple more thrusts and I was bursting my wad in his ass.  I kept pumping away, milking out the last of my orgasm, embarrassed that I had lasted only a minute.  Two pump chump.

I pulled out and looked for something to wipe the lube and cum from my cock  but there was nothing so I just pulled up my pants and grabbed the unopened condoms and lube and bailed.  I had only been inside his apartment for four minutes.

As I left, I spied the other guy.  The one scheduled for 10:30.  I hope he lasted longer than I did.

PS.

I'm serious.  This reckless behavior is not like me and I don't know what to do about it.  (Name Removed), since  you're the only one who reads this, do you have any advice?  Have you ever seen a therapist?  I need some tools to deal with this problem before it gets me into trouble.

Update: 

I ran to the STD clinic for testing, but they told me to come back in a week, as the lab results might not show anything, as it had been too soon after potential exposure.

So, I had to wait a week, without hooking up, especially with my trusted regulars. Then the test, and, fucking hell, a bacterial infection in my pee-hole. They gave me a prescription for anti-biotics, which I took and made me nauseous for the rest of the day. I get test results back in a week to see if it's Chlamydia or just a nonspecific urethritis (but possibly sexually transmitted) infection. I have to wait 7 days after taking the antibiotic treatment, before I can have sex again.

My stupid behavior cost me at the minimum, two weeks of not hooking up. 

God-knows-what at worst.  The test results next week will tell.

Why didn't I put that damn condom on???

Dude 310, the straight guy

salt lake craigslist > personals > casual encounters

SUCK ME OFF, NSA STYLE, THEN BOUNCE - M4M - 50 (SALT LAKE CITY)

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Date: 2012-12-22, 2:11PM MST

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Come in, suck me off to completion, then bail. I don't care if you spit or swallow, but not interested in a hand job finish. I'm pretty good at doing that to myself already.

Here's the long list of other requirements.

Be STD free, HIV neg like me.

Be a non smoker, tobacco free, like me.

Hit me back when you're down to do this. If you wanna suck me later, then wait until later to contact me.

Be ready to host or travel. Nothing against public transport, but if you can't host and have to take the bus to get here, I'm gonna have to pass.

Interested in slim, or average guys. A couple extra is okay with me, even a few extra, but if you consider your self chubby, I'm probably not interested. Nothing personal, we all have our preferences, eh?

I know I'm not perfect. I'm older, I'm smaller and I have a smaller hard cut dick. But hey, I can try, right?

So, I get this response:

From: JB

To: g5dnh-3496861@pers.craigslist.org 

Sent: Saturday, December 22, 2012 2:31 PM

Subject: suck me off, nsa style, then bounce - m4m - 50 (Salt Lake City)

Hey I'm interested now.  Let me know.

Im super horny today.  I don't suck cock often, in fact have only done it twice on a guy then a bunch on my girlfriends strapon. I need you to be clean,  like washed before I get there.  Hopefully you're hydrated too, makes the cum less bitter and more of it.

Well, long story short:  He showed up.  He looked just like his photo.  I'd say he was in his late 20s.  He was super tall, like 6'3".

He went down on me, although he was distracted by the college kid porn playing on the TV.  He gave a lousy suctionless BJ, and drooled all over me.  He choked and gagged a couple times.  Finally after about 8 minutes, he gave up and said he was sorry, but just wan't in to it.  "Feel free to finish up yourself though....." he said as he headed out the door.

Isn't that sweet?  Permission from the straight failed cocksucker to jack off in my own house!

Dude 308, El Cubano

Before I delve into the sad anti climactic story of  Dude 308, a quick update.

After I returned I abstained from sex for more than a week.   I've been trying to figure out how I can keep having sex, but protect myself from STDs.  I haven't figured it out.  In this battle, I'm afraid my penis is going to win.

When my one week waiting period was up, I texted one of my old regulars.  I call him "Sugar Bear."

He's a big ol softie, and he totally goes to town on my cock.  He agreed (with great enthusiasm) to suck me off last Saturday.   Wow.  What a fantastic ball draining he gave me.  He knows just exactly how much stimulation to give my dick as I unload in his mouth.  He keeps me right at the pinnacle of sensation, with out making me "too" sensitive  and my orgasm lasts forever!   Ummmm.   God, I was moaning, and at one point almost crying because it felt soooooo good for soooooo long.

I am thinking now, the safest thing for me to do sexually is; fuck with a condom.  Today, I went to the gym came home, showered and logged onto Adam for Adam.

I invited this guy over:

cubano

cubano is Offline USA - Utah - Salt Lake City 9 miles Contact Profile 32, 5'8", 150lb, 32w, Slim, Black Hair, Smooth,Latino, Looking for Friendship, 1-on-1 Sex, Relationship. looking for hot fun with a nice good looking guy, i am a versitile and very open mind Casual, Out Yes, Smoke No, Drink Occasionally,Drugs No, Zodiac Gemini. Versatile, 7.5" Uncut, Safe Sex Only, HIV Negative, Prefer meeting at: My Place.

Well, he was older than 32, Shorter than 5'8" and did NOT have a 7.5" dick.  But whatever.

He came over, and I though I might plow him, after all, he said he was "Versatile" although we never actually discussed fucking.

Instead, he stood in front of me as I sat on the couch, and I sucked his dick.   He tried twice to stick his dick in my ass, but both times I insisted the "I DON'T BOTTOM !"  Just like my profile on A4A reads.

Long story short, I sucked his dick, which was very nice by the way, just not 7 1/2 ",  and he asked...  "you want the milk?"   and then I let him cum in my mouth.  I spit in the towel, then he dressed and left.  

He said... "See you next time."

I said,  "If you're not gonna suck my dick, or let me fuck you...then there's no need for a next time, but thanks just the same."

Update. My own personal gonorrhea epidemic

SATURDAY, DECEMBER 8, 2012

My one true loyal e-mail buddy asked about the fallout from this whole thing.  I took the time to write about the collateral damage.

Myself:  I'm not really sure if I got gonorrhea from one of the black dudes in Atlanta last September, or if  SodaCan gave it to me, after he picked it up from a naked sex party.  I guess it doesn't really matter.  I had it in my throat, with no symptoms.  For how long, I'm not sure.  At minimum, I had it while in Salt Lake for a couple weeks, then the entire trip to California, which was 2 1/2 weeks.  I got treated the day I came back.  I received shot in my lower back,  just above my butt, and 1000 mg of Azithromycin.  
No real side effects, except at the injection site, it feels like a sore muscle.  I have to wait 7 days before I can have sex.  So, I will be celibate for an entire month.

SodaCan: He of course felt symptoms and went in a week before I got the results of my test, but since I may have been the one to give him the clap, I'll count him as numero uno.   (Update 5-12-2014; I had lunch with SodaCan when I returned and cried on his shoulder, especially about the Zach thing.  He seemed understanding, but we never hooked up again, and have e-mailed only once or twice.  I bumped into him at the store last week.  We shook hands, were polite, then each went our own way.)

LaTwinko:  I had a couple e-mail exchanges with him.  The nurse told me he had been "taken care of."  Not sure if that meant tested, treated or both.  I'm pretty sure I'll never see or hear from him again. (Update 5-12-2014; I didn't hear from Latwinkor forever, but he ended up e-mailing a couple of times.  he's floundering a bit, as many 20 year olds do, and lives now in LA, and comes back to visit family.  We never got together again.)

College Football Hottie:  I e-mailed him, and he e-mailed back.  No symptoms, and wasn't really worried.  Told me he would be "steering clear of me" (I can't blame him.)  I doubted if he was going to go in to the VD Clinic on his own, so I gave his e-mail address to the nurse.  At least he won't be surprised when he get's the e-mail.

Zack:  Who phoned me to tell me he tried to kill him self, but I cheered him up by telling him I probably gave him gonorrhea too.  He texted me from the VD clinic, asking for my full name, and date of birth, so they could confirm he was one of my partners.  He later told me of the shot they gave him.  I've had limited text conversations with him.  I get the idea he doesn't want anything to do with me now either, and of course I can't blame him.  In one phone conversation, or maybe it was a text, I told him I would like to take him to dinner and talk, upon my return to Salt Lake.  I was to return on a Thursday, and asked if we could schedule dinner on Friday.  He said he would have to check his work schedule.  Friday came and I texted to confirm whether we could get together or not.  I was ignored.
Do I need a suicidal kid in my life now anyway?  Not really.

Dudes 299, 303, and 304 from my blogs:  I just gave the nurse e-mail contact on those guys.   They got no pre-warning from me.  The nurse said she would contact them but not tell them who might have given them the nasty.

Thanks Brannis, for making me dredge up these great memories.  I still have no plan of action, or inaction.  I really don't want to give up having sex with men, because I simply love it.  But I don't want another STD or even HIV, so fuck.  I'm between a rock and a hard place.

(Update 5-12-2014, obviously I didn't quit hooking up.  In fact, in hindsight, I'm a little embarrassed to reveal, this incident didn't change my behavior much at all, except that I now get tested at the SL Valley Health Clinic every 3 months, instead of every 6 months.)

Gonorrhea and Suicide

For a guy who is normally drama free, this shit is waist deep.

I finally received  a text from Zach.

I was pretty sure Zach was dead, so I was kind of overcome with hope and worry when I got it.  Worried on two levels.  Did this kid try to commit suicide?  How do you kick a suicidal kid in the guts when he's already down and out?  Maybe just tell him you gave him an STD.

I'll attach photos of the text conversation.  I kind of freaked when I told him I probably gave him an STD and he responded, "Don't worry about it, I have enough problems.  This doesn't affect me."

I was worried that it wasn't Zach who sent me the text, but a co worker or friend using his phone to wrap up things because he was dead.

Well, I finally convinced that person to call me and talk, and it was Zach.

He has spend the last 8 days in the Psych ward, after he tried killing himself Monday afternoon.  He said he plans were to do it Monday morning, but something didn't work out, and he then did it in the evening.  I'm not sure if the text he sent me on that Monday were before or after the attempt.

Anyway, he said I could contact the clinic with his information.  He then went there that afternoon.  He called me again from there as I had to give him my real name and date of birth, so they could link him up to my dossier.  I guess they give any of my "partners" free testing and treatment.

The final text I got from Zach was that he was getting tested for everything, and getting an injection for the gonorrhea.  Oddly enough he wasn't mad at me.  He seemed to just take it.  He said, "hey, I just tried to kill myself, this  is nothing."

Oddly enough, I seem to be handling all of this okay.  I'm just hanging with my family here in San Diego, doing shit around the house and eating pizza.

Maybe I'll freak out once I get home.

I am still a walking typhoid Mary, with that shit in my throat, I guess.  No symptoms, and they said I couldn't spread it unless I was performing oral sex on someone.  By the way, I will NOT be performing oral sex on anyone, soon.

The test. The results. The phone call.

When my plane landed in California, on that Tuesday after meeting Zach,  my phone went bing-bing, with a text message alert.  The text was from my regular bud, "Soda Can."  We had been getting together every Wednesday morning for almost a year.

(1/3) Hey you,,,,,,,, gotta ask ya,,,, do you have something,,, I have to go to the clinic,,,sensitivity in penis and white stuff,,,,I have never had (2/3) anything in my life,,,,! What about you? I read online,,,think is chlamydia ,,,treatable with penicillin,,, crazy my friend,,,all I have done is (3/3) oral,,,let me know if you are feeling the same,,, no blame,,,just wondering my friend and concerned. 

So, after he went to the clinic, this is what he told me:

(1/4) Well my friend,,,I just got a shot of penicillin. In the ass and took two Mega dose tablets of penicillin and they said that's it,,,the doc said it looks (2/4) like chlamydia but I get test result tomorrow,,,,I suspect it was from a nude party two weeks ago,,, a guy there sucked my cock and I sucked him,,, the (3/4) doc says that was probably what it was unless my DL BF gave it to me,,,, I suggest you get a test,,,,for STD,s. I think you said you do that sometimes (4/4) anyway,,,they ask who I was with but I didn't mention you,,,,I will just tell you myself,,, sorry my friend, I feel dirty right now,,,, Unless my DL BF gave it to me,,,, it was just tingling and stinging in my penis yesterday then today it was white discharge,,,came on very sudden my friend I told my DL BF I won't be doing his parties anymore! :( 

So, now it's one week later. I'm feeling a bit better about the suicidal kid.

I've got no symptoms of burning tingling dripping penis.

Then I get the phone call from the nurse at the SL Valley Health Dept.

My throat swab came back positive for oral gonorrhea. My piss test was clean, so I don't have it in my dick. This means that I sucked some infected cock, and got it in my throat. Was it Soda Can or one of the dudes I sucked off in my hotel room in Atlanta, in September?

Well fuck.  According to the Nurse, now I have to go and get a shot of heavy duty antibiotics.  Pills apparently aren't enough anymore, as the strains of gonorrhea are becoming resistant to treatment. They can't call in a prescription, so I have to get an injection at the Clinic in SLC, or a hospital or clinic here in California.

I plan on being here another week or so, but it's going to be a pain in the ass (no pun intended) to go to a clinic or hospital here, so I'm just going to wait until I get back home to get this treated. In the mean time, I'm some sort of walking Typhoid Mary.

I will NOT be hooking up on this trip.  I already send an e-mail to the dudes I've given blow jobs to in the last couple of months. Of course, this means I will most likely lose my regulars.

Who can blame them?

I am really sad about losing LaTwinko, the 22 year old Hispanic kid with the sexy body who hits me up every week or 10 days and comes over to make out with me, get fucked in the ass, then get sucked off by me.

I just finished sending the nurse, the e-mail addresses of dudes #302,# 303, #304, as I sucked each of their cocks and could have possibly passed it along.

I sent an e-mail to College Football Hottie, Dude #302, as we hooked up one more time, and he keeps e-mailing me wanting to do it again. I'll be he doesn't want to hook up now.

And now my most current dilemma. Zach.

Did I give it to him?  Probably.

Now what?  If he's fucking dead, then it doesn't matter.  Do I give the nurse his name and cell phone number?  If you're suicidal anyway, the last thing you need to hear is that you may have an STD.

Shit.

Dear Diary.

WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 28, 2012

Dear Diary.

I'm going through some fucked up shit. Most of it is my own doing, but some of it I can blame on circumstance.

Where do I start?

I guess I'll start with the last hookup. Zach. The kid.

We had a really nice Sunday together. Even the ride from the restaurant back to his house, he reached over, took my hand and just held it for the ride home. We said our good-byes, and the next day I worked a half day. The other half of the day, I went into the Salt Lake Valley Clinic to get a routine STD test, just in case something regular were to develop with Zach, I wanted to make sure I was clean and good to go.

After I finished with the testing, I texted Zach, just to tell him thanks for the previous day. I didn't hear back from him.

Later in the evening, I texted again, and suddenly I was worried that he was suicidal. I'm not sure why, but I just felt it.

I sent the following text: Hey Kiddo, R U ok? I won't be pushy if you just let me know that ur okay. I'm not sure why, but I got a little panicked, and then called his phone. Luckily, after several rings, it got picked up, then hung up. I called again, and it went to voice mail.

Then I got a good sign. He signed into his Grindr account. Whew. He wasn't dead.

It's okay that he want's to avoid me for what ever reason, but at least he wasn't dead.

Then, I got the worst text ever from him: I am doing fine. Very Happy.

Well, after spending the day with him, I knew he wasn't "very happy" unless he was going to kill himself.  It's been over a week, and he hasn't signed into his Grindr Account. I left town the following day, so I sent only one more text, and it was never returned. I fear he may have attempted to kill himself, (again)or worse, succeeded.

I wrote this from San Diego, where I was spending the holidays at my parents.  I read back over this, and it sounds dramatic, but we spent some time talking about suicide. He had  attempted 5 times or so he said, before he wanted to change the subject and talk about something more positive.  At the time, I was happy to change the subject and talk about more positive things, and he seemed quite normal.


More to come.......

Dude 307, The 21-year-old kid.

Oh my God!

This isn't the hook up story so much as another type of story.  I'm not sure really how to label it.

It all started a couple of weeks ago when this 21-year-old boy hit me up on Grindr.  His profile was very unusual. It said he only wanted to date men who were 55 to 70 years old. No younger.  Not interested.

Well, I'm not quite yet 55. But I'm not that far away either.  The boy in the profile photo was very very cute.  Honestly, I wasn't sure why he was hitting me up.

But I was polite, especially when he said he wasn't into hookups.  So I just went with it, and said we could grab a bite sometime, thinking he would eventually flake out like every other young kid

So we chatted a bit the last couple of days and he wanted to know if I wanted to go get breakfast.  We set a date for today, Sunday, and I hit him up when I was at the gym early in the morning.

Much to my surprise, he hit me back and was still interested.  After I returned from the gym I emailed him and told him I was back, and "where should we go get breakfast?"

Well, he didn't hit me back. And once again I thought typical 21-year-old flaky kid.

Then lo-and-behold he does hit me back, and said he was sorry that he fell asleep and just woke up.  He still wanted to go get breakfast.

So I gave him the name of a restaurant I wanted to go to and figured we would just meet there. Then he texts back that he has to take the bus, and he just missed one, and it would be an hour and a half before the next one.

I told him I could just come pick him up.  He agreed and told me to meet him at the post office in Sugarhouse, as he had to get his mail, and he wanted to ride his skateboard.  This whole time I am thinking wow, this is some kind of elaborate set up.  Have me drive all the way to the post office in SugarHouse then bail on me.

As I waited in the post office parking lot for him, I turned Grindr on my phone.  The kid's profile was there, and it said he was close, and online.  Now for the totally weird, and kind of fucked up thing;  In the description area of his profile, he wrote something to the effect of

"this will be my last day on earth. What would you do on your last day?  Farewell."

Well this kind of alarmed me. Was this kid suicidal? Did I have some part to play in this?

Just then, I spotted him in my rear view mirror headed toward the post office door.  I rolled down the window and called out to him and he came over.  He was every bit as handsome as his photos, nicely dressed, And he was carrying his skateboard but didn't look like a skater at all.

After he got his mail from the post office, he got in my car.  I had my phone in my hand, and Grindr was obviously up on the screen.

I asked him what was up with his profile description? Was he suicidal?  He told me he knew his friend was going to be looking at that profile and this was more of a private message for him.  He told me not to worry, he wasn't going to kill himself.  He didn't look suicidal, in fact he looked like a normal handsome young man. So what could I do? We headed off to the restaurant for breakfast.

He seemed quite shy, and not a talker at all. I asked a lot of questions they got a lot of short one word answers for the most part.  He didn't ask me many questions about me, what I did for work, my family, nothing, and so I had to carry the burden of the conversation.

He was very sweet, and very pleasant,  just not very talkative.  So after breakfast, we went back to the car, and I asked him if he wanted me to bring him back to the Sugarhouse area, or downtown, or where did he want me to drop him?  He said he didn't know, he didn't have any plans for the rest of the day.

I decided to take him for a quick drive around my neighborhood, as I had mentioned there was a skate park near my house, and the international peace gardens too.

We drove downtown and past my house, to the park. Where we got out and walked around and chatted a bit more. Well actually I chatted, and he  answered my questions with one-word answers.

As we got in the car to leave the park, he asked me if I would be interested in going and seeing a movie with him. Well shit. Why not? I didn't have much going on today anyway.

We drove to my house where we pulled up the local movie options on the Internet, and decided to go see a movie at the gateway, only 10 minutes away.  The movie was 2 1/2 hours long, and when we emerged from the theater, the kid turned on his phone and had a bunch of text and voice messages.

He listened to his voice messages on the ride back to my house, and even got a phone call on the ride back.

When I pulled into my driveway, he was still on the phone, so I let him finish up his phone calls in private, while I went in the house to  pee.

When he finally joined me in the house, 15 minutes later, he told me the story.  Someone at his work had seen his grinder profile description, the suicidal description.

Somehow, people started getting worried, and even called the police.  The kid had a lot of explaining to do to several worried people.  He even had to make a phone call to the police, and talk to the detective.

Of course I did not know this was going on, but I did pull up his Grindr profile again, and saw that the suicide note had been removed.

Later on in the day, while talking with him he told me the story of a friend that killed himself one year ago. The suicide note on his profile was the same wording as the suicide note the friend left.  I guess the kid posted it as some sort of tribute to his dead friend.

I know, fucked up.

So the kid seemed like he wanted to hang out for a bit more, but I had a couple of errands to run.  He was acting the perfect gentleman, and I was too.  I didn't bring up any sex talk, or do any touching. I figured he was just shy, and our "date" would just end with a handshake.

While running the errands with me in the car, he said, "can I ask you a question?". I said "sure."   He said "what do you like to do?"   I responded "what do you mean?"   "Sexually."  He answered.

Okay, all of a sudden he had taken the lead in the conversation, and the talk had turned sexy. I told him what I like to do and my limited experience and so I felt like that opened the door for me to ask him some questions of a sexual nature.

He said he liked oral, topping and bottoming.  He didn't have a ton of experience, and had never done anything really kinky.  But he said he really liked being sensual. He like touching, rubbing, kissing.

I told him I would be happy to help him out when we got back to my place, if he wanted. He didn't say anything. I wasn't quite sure if he was interested in messing around or not. After all, he did tell me he didn't do hookups.

Once we got home, I asked him if he wanted me to rub his back. He agreed.  I led into the bedroom and took off his hoodie. He lay down on the bed fully clothed.  I asked him if he wouldn't mind removing a shirt, and he had no problem with that.  He was a skinny white boy. But he had a very nice body. Beautiful I would say.  I started rubbing his back, and he seemed to really enjoy that. I asked if I should get some lotion, and he said that would be a good idea.

I returned with the lotion and squirted some on his back and continued the backrub. He sighed and moaned a little bit. And then he reached back and actually touched my legs. This was the first indication I had that he seemed to want me to go further.

Things really progressed rapidly from there.  Next thing you know, I had all of his clothes off, save his underwear.  It was the most beautiful sight. His boner was sticking straight up out of the top.  I rubbed his back, his front, his legs, and more.

Pretty soon, we were both naked and making out like crazy. He suddenly turned from a shy demure young boy into a ravenous animal!  I asked him if I could suck his cock, and he agreed. He also wanted to suck mine. Oddly enough I agreed too!

We spent the next 3 1/2 hours on my bed.  Mostly making out, kissing, and sucking each other's dicks.  There were bouts of spooning, and cuddling.  I sucked him off, and he cummed in my mouth.  This was followed by more spooning, cuddling, resting and recharging.

Then I went for round two, and tried to suck him off again. Try as I might, and as hard as he got, he did not cum again.  We went back to more cuddling, and spooning, and he mentioned that I hadn't yet cummed.

I told him that I had plenty of fun, and I didn't need to cum, and we stayed there cuddling some more. Then he started lightly stroking my cock.  It was a very delicate tickle, but it got me hard as a rock!

I kind of hoped he would go down and blow me again, but he made no moves toward that, although I'm sure I could have asked for it and he would've gladly obliged. He seemed very interested in pleasing me.

I rolled him over on his stomach and ground my hard cock between his lightly furry ass cheeks. I was in heaven.  I asked him if he wouldn't mind me doing this. I thought I might be able to get myself off grinding my dick in his hairy butt cheeks

But grind as I might, I didn't come close to orgasm. I asked him if I could put some lotion down there, and he agreed. He agreed to almost everything I wanted.

So there I was, grinding my rod against his lubed up but cheeks and, wouldn't you know it. I started poking him in the ass a little bit.

I said I was sorry, and he said don't worry, it felt good, and that he kind of wanted me to fuck him.

I told him I would like to fuck him too, but not now, and not today. We should make plans for him to return and for me to do it right.

I continued grinding on him, and then all of a sudden, my dick just slipped inside his ass.

He moaned, and said oh god that feels good, and then I knew it was all over.

I fucked his sweet ass like there was no tomorrow, and he was loving it.

He was really enjoying himself, and I was really enjoying myself, he asked me if I was going to cum.  I told him I was close. He told me to please cum inside him. He wanted my cum.

It didn't take much more, and soon I was unloading in his ass.

Honestly, we both fucking loved it!

We cuddled for another 20 minutes, and he said he was hungry. Did I want to go out to dinner with him?

We showered together and cleaned up. We then went to Red Lobster, where that cute little fucker picked up the check!

This is one for the history books. What an enjoyable day. I surely did not see that one coming!

Dude 306, Jerold

Ah.  Another frustrating morning of lurking for the NSA encounter.  I had posted on Craigslist, and got a few replies actually.  One guy, who was a bit heftier than I would prefer said he could come over, and suck me off.  He was to show up at 6:45 AM.  By 7:AM, I knew he had flaked out, and I reposted on CL, as well as opend up Adam4Adam on the computer.

Jerold asked if I was horny, and I told him yes.  While discussing our options, he said he was versatile  but didn't like oral, and wasn't going to kiss or make out.  I didn't wanna make out anyway, so no big deal there, but no oral?  Gee whiz.  Like going to Red Lobster and finding out there is no sea food, just the salad bar.

Well, the day was wasting away, and so I thought maybe a quick fuck is better than nothing, so I said.  "Well, I don't bottom, and you don't like oral, that really leaves one option.  Do you want to come over and let me fuck you?"

His response:  "I'll be there in 20 minutes."

When Jerold showed up, I was surprised at this age.  His photo seemed to belong to a 20 something.  Instead, there was a guy more my age.  And, actually my size.  He was my height and weight exactly.  And to be honest, that's great with me.  I would like to find more guys my own age to mess around with, trouble is, most of them are FAT.  Not this guy.

He came in, and we decided that messing around in the living room would be okay, and he went in for the embrace, hugging me and squeezing my butt, and dick through my pants.  He nuzzled and kissed my neck, and I was wondering "what the hell is going on here?"  For a guy who wasn't into kissing, he certainly was all over me.

I tried to respond in kind, and we removed each other's clothes.  He had a nice uncut dick, bigger than mine and surrounded by a fiery bush of red pubes.  I would have gone down on him, but he said he wasn't into oral, so I refrained.

Instead, when hugged naked for a bit, our dicks rubbing together, and my finger probing his trim hairless ass, and finally I spun him around, and bent him over the couch.

He moaned approval, and I lubed up his butt and fingered his hole.  It was tight, and I was worried it was gonna be too tight.

When I thought he might be relaxed enough, I went for the condom, and he went for more lube.  I lined up my dick with his asshole, as he was standing, and bending over the couch, and pushed in.  Just a little.  Jerold sighed and accepted it.  I slowly worked it back and forth, and little by little, pushed my cock in his tight lily white ass.

I was just getting into it, and my dick slipped out.   Jerold reached around and grabbed my dick and guided it back to his hole. What he didn't see was that the condom was dirty, and he got some poo on his hand.  I didn't say anything, and he didn't notice it, and when I shoved my dirty cock back in his dirty ass, his dirty hand reached back and grabbed my leg to pull me further into him, and he left a skid mark on my thigh.

OMG.  This wasn't going to end well.

Jerold decided he needed more lube, and grabbed it from the coffee table, and put some in his ass, then went to add some to my cock.  To his horror,  he saw the chocolate mess, and apologized   I can only imagine the embarrassment, but I tried to downplay it, and said "don't worry, it happens."

I pointed him to the downstairs bathroom and told him where the shower was.  He went in and cleaned up, while I cleaned up at the kitchen sink.

I peeled the nasty condom off, into the kitchen trash can, and washed myself with a wash cloth, and decided I had enough fucking today.  Jerold came out, intending to resume our play, but he saw me putting on my clothes, and realized play time had ended.

We awkwardly dressed, and chatted a bit.  He was Foreign, had quite an accent, and was married.  He said he didn't do oral, because he was afraid of bringing something home to his wife.  He seemed like a nice guy, and he's obviously careful about his play, and really I wouldn't mind getting a crack at his dick if he would let me blow him.  I really loved his red 1970's porn bush.  He said in Europe, nobody trims their pubes, and he would like to, but his wife might become suspicious.

Anyway, we will see what the future brings.  He hasn't blocked me yet, so maybe he's open to mess around again in the future.

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Dude 305, working class

Uuuugh.  Dude 305 did get me off, but it's an experience I'd rather not repeat.

The daylight savings time change has me up real early.   I mean REAL early, like before 4AM.  And even though I have to leave for work early, I still have plenty of time to look at porn, read my blogs, and just for fun, post on Craigslist.

So, this dude hits me back:


From: Randy <Randy731@hotmail.com>
To: pm6pt-3390091644@pers.craigslist.org
Sent: Tuesday, November 6, 2012 5:11 AM

Subject: I want pre-dawn head m4w - m4m - 50 (slc)

hey hit me up asap would love to come and deep throat and swallow your cock right now my number is 8015551212?? text me I'm ddf non smoker
Randy


We play e-mail tag for a bit, and he says he can be here in 30 min, but would be better if I could pick him up at the trax station.

I tell him maybe I could meet him by the trax station by my house, and he could suck me off in the cargo box of my big truck.

He agrees, and I jump in the shower.

Somewhere along the line, he decides he doesn't want to come to the trax station by my house, and instead meet at the one downtown.  Well, fuck you buddy, it's congested, the streets are narrow, and there's no where private to park a big truck down there.

Finally I figure out that for him to take a bus from his place, change to trax, then change again, it's gonna be too late, so I ask him to tell me where he is and stay put, and I'll come by and get him.

Sure enough, he's at the busiest trax station, by the sports arena, so I tell him to start walking, and I found him hoofing it, a few blocks from there.

"Randy" jumped in the cab of my truck, and I couldn't help but hide my disappointment.   He smelled of cigarette smoke, even though he claimed to be a non smoker, and he had a missing front tooth.  He was as short and fat as he claimed to be, so no surprises there.  I looked him up on Facebook, and he only had the one picture.  It wasn't so bad, but unfortunately, he may clean up well, but in person he didn't look as good as his photo.

We drove my big truck a block away to an empty parking lot down town.  I opened up the side door of the cargo box, and let down the expandable stairs, and we both went in.  I sat on a little chair I had in there and he knelt before me and started sucking me off.

It wasn't a bad BJ, but wasn't the best either.  His dirty hands were cold on my dick when he tried to enhance the bj with a hand job.  I finally had to tell him, "less hands, more mouth" and he continued with an all mouth bj, occasionally scraping my dick with missing tooth.  Actually, I guess it was the remaining tooth doing the scraping.

After the normal amount of time, I was about to cum, and he pulled off to catch his breath.  I managed to  whisper, "don't stop now" and he went back at it and got me to cum.  I felt him try to pull off as I ejaculated, and I countered by holding his head in place, but he wasn't having any of it, and pulled off anyway, and we both watched as my orgasm continued and ended with pearls of sperm, working their way to the tip of my dick, and running onto his fist, which was encircling my rod.

I will say I'm thankful, he didn't let any of my cum run down into my underwear or jeans below, and I quickly grabbed a paper towel and handed it to him, so he wouldn't fling it or wipe it somewhere I didn't want it to go.

He fled pretty quickly, and I was grateful , both for the blowjob, and that he left quickly.

He hit me back two more times in the morning, asking when we could do it again, and once again this evening.  I'm just gonna have to be honest and tell him "I don't think we're a good match."

Dude 304, The Inca

Sunday morning and although I got a BJ yesterday morning, I still feel the need to hook up, as I'm so busy during the week, it's impossible.

Yesterdays hookup went well enough.  I posted early and got lots of responses, and picked a guy that I'd been to two years ago.  It wasn't the greatest, but I didn't need the greatest.  I needed a BJ, without flakey complicatons, and that's just what I got.

Today, I tried the same strategy.  I posted early and spelled out exactly what I wanted.  I wanted to f**K, and not just any azz, but a smaller azz, on a smaller guy.

I got several responses, and one was from a super hot guy, but he was new in town for a new job, staying on a coworker's blow up mattress, and had no car.  That meant drive 35 minutes, pick him up, bring him back, fuck him, then take him home again, and still drive back to my house.

Too much work.   Even for this:

So, another guy hit me back:


From: name changed <toprotectthe@innocent.com>
To: cz7rb-3370168386@pers.craigslist.org 
Sent: Sunday, October 28, 2012 6:45 AM
Subject: Quick and clean - m4m - 50 (Your butt)

im juan 34 yo 5'5 157 DDF clean bottom easygoing hope to hear from you

He never sent a photo, but 5'5" 157 isn't tooo bad.  On the plus side, with a name like Juan, he had to be Latino!

Although he said he had to shower first, and drive from West Valley, he was here almost before I was ready.  I was going to brush my teeth, or chew some gum, to get rid of the coffee breath, but I ran out of time, and then forgot, until he was in my bedroom, and I was taking off his clothes!

I removed his shirt, and nuzzled his brown neck.  As I did that, I undid his belt and reached in his pants.  His smaller dick was already getting hard, as was my own.  I reached around back and grabbed his ass, and soon, his pants were off, and then he pulled my shirt off.

When he got my pants off, I pushed his head down, and he got the idea.  Suck my dick Machu Picchu.  And suck my dick he did!  He gave me a very nice bj, all the while I was thinking how to sneak away for some gum or a toothbrush.

I decided to just go for it, coffee breath and all, and pulled him off my now fully stiff dick, and push him on the bed.

I exercised some foreplay, some rubbing and body kissing, but not much.  I went down on him and to my delight, there was a nice droplet of pre-cum forming at his pee hole.  Soon, my finger was between his ass cheeks and at the entrance of his "Temple of the Moon."

I grabbed some lube and gently inserted my index finger to the first knuckle.  I waited for a minute for him to relax before I proceeded.  While waiting, I went back down on his dick, and damn if his ass hole didn't clamp down even tighter, constricting around my finger.

It took several minutes, but I eventually had him relaxed enough to take the whole finger, and then two, but every time I sucked his dick, he would involuntarily tighten his ass muscles.  I was actually enjoying this phenomenon  like working the joystick on a tractor.  I was thinking of how I might control the tightness of his ass while I was fucking him by manipulating his dick.

I finally flipped him over, and reached for a condom.  I know he could hear the sound of the wrapper opening and he didn't stop me so I knew he was ready.

My cock found the tunnel entrance easily, and I slipped in without much resistance, and slowly worked my cock in, with gentle rocking motions, until I was up to the hilt.  Machu Picchu let out a sigh and a moan, and then the fucking began.  Slow at first, when building to a steady rhythm.

Picchu let out several soft moans and sighs, and then his ass started to meet my thrusts.  That's when I know they are getting into it.

Very soon after, I started to get that old familiar feeling.  I wanted to fuck to last longer, but I know my body, and if I don't strike while the iron is hot, I may lose the orgasm completely  and I desperately wanted to cum this morning, so I just ramped  up, and did everything possible to build on the feeling and not let it slip away.

Picchu must have sensed what was coming and cooperated fully, and when I unloaded in him and was breathing hard, panting, and whimpering myself, his ass was doing everything it could to milk out the last of my orgasm.

I rode it as much as I could, and collapsed on his back, and nuzzled him some more, before slowly withdrawing my now too sensitive dick from his tight rear end.

He lay there while I pulled the condom off and wiped the lube from my groin.  When he rolled over, he was half hard, and I asked, "do you want me to get you off?"

"Sure, that would be nice."

I went back down on his dick, again, coated with pre-cum, and sucked for only a minute, and certainly not a full 90 seconds before he unloaded in my mouth.

Wow, that was fast!  I remarked so, and he replied that he was really excited.

He turned out to be a really nice guy.  We chatted for a bit, and exchanged a pleasant e-mail afterward. I think it was a perfect Sunday morning fuck, and I hope our schedules work out where we can do it more often!

*****Update.
We never got together again.  Later, you'll see why.

Dude 303. My new boyfriend (of the hour) Wow!

This was worth the wait, and worth the drive.  I really had my doubts. Especially when the guy emailed me the wrong hotel room number, I thought for sure this was a set up.

It all started yesterday, I was pretty horny and looking for someone to suck my dick, or even to fuck.

After responding to several ads on craigslist, and checking in with Grindr, and Adam4Adam, I could see that nobody was advertising what I wanted.

I took a proactive approach on Craigslist and created my own post.  It was pretty straightforward, saying I either wanted to get sucked off, or to fuck.  It also stated that I was not looking for anybody chubby, chunky or husky. No big bellies.

Apparently that eliminated almost everyone from Craigslist.

An hour went by with zero responses. The next couple hours were fruitless as well.  I actually got an 18-year-old kid, who sent me his picture. He was Asian or Filipino.  Little, tiny, itty-bitty, like 125 pounds, skinny brown and cute with glasses.

I told him I was more than twice his age. Truth is, almost 3 times his age!

Turns out, he was trying to hustle me for money.  I politely turned him down, and truthfully said, we should look for people in our own age brackets!

Another dude hit me back asking if I might might be interested in waitin until the next morning at 8 AM. Oh, and by the way he was in Park City!  But he sent his photo, and he was pretty hot!

I told him maybe, and would check back in with him. Of course I had every hope that I would get some action yesterday afternoon, and not have to wait till this morning. But no such luck.

So last night about 6 PM when I began to lose all hope of hooking up, I emailed this guy back and we put together a plan for this morning.  Of course, these advanced planning things almost never work out. So I didn't have my hopes really high.

His Handsome Photo

I was surprised, when I got an email from him at this morning at 5:47 AM.  The deal was still on, and how soon could I get there?

Earlier, he told me he was in Park city with his family, and they were leaving around 7:45 AM to catch a flight home.

I told him I could shower, leave Salt Lake about 7:AM, and arrive there about 7:45. He agreed.

Well I got to Park City early, and let him know via my cell phone email that I had arrived. I didn't hear anything back from him, so I thought it best to wait. I didn't want to barge in while the wife and kiddies were saying their goodbyes to The Closeted Homo dad.

At 7:45, he responded to my email: "sorry man, I was in the shower, come on up. "

So I made my way into the hotel, and up to the sixth floor where he said his room was. Problem was there was no room 7261 on the sixth floor!

I went down and found a Hispanic janitor vacuuming, and asked him where room 7261 was. He told me the second floor.

I found the room on the second floor, and tapped lightly on the door, no answer.

Well this dude did specifically say the sixth floor. I wonder if he meant room 7661?  I went to that room, and tapped on the door. No answer again.  Hopefully these rooms were empty, and I didn't wake any visiting vacationers.  The whole time, I"m e-mailing, telling him that he gave me a bogus room number.

One last thing I thought to try, was maybe he got a little dyslexia. And I found room 7621.

The door was cracked ajar with the dead bolt latch propping it open.  I tapped lightly and heard somebody say hello. I opened the door and there was the dude sitting on the couch in his underwear.

He was wearing glasses, and I wasn't absolutely sure it was the same guy.  But he didn't seem to be alarmed that a stranger was coming into his room, so I just went with it.

"Are you Joe?", I questioned

"Yeah, come on in."

I went in and he stood up and greeted me with an embrace.  He reached down and felt the bulge in my Levi's, and by then of course I lost all doubt that I was in the right room.

He initiated some rubbing and touching and even went in for a kiss.

I went with it, and reciprocated,  he started groping and kissing and nuzzling, and so I just mirrored his actions.  Actually, this dude was perfect. Except for him being so young, I'm guessing about 28, he was fantastic!  He was actually a little shorter than me, just as trim, and beautiful brown skin and black hair.  I'm not sure of his ethnic heritage, I'm guessing Latino, maybe Asian,  could have even been Middle Eastern, Italian or Spanish!

He wasted no time pulling my shirt off up over my head.  I felt his hard dick tenting straight out tenting his underwear, and didn't waste anytime going inside to cop a feel. He had a nice black Bush. And I enjoyed running my fingers through it.

As he was nuzzling my neck, I reached up and kind of pushed him down, he kissed his way down my body, until he arrived at my at the top of my Levi's. He unbuttoned, then pulled them down, then fished my cock out through the opening of my boxers.

My dick was already hard, but this of course made it even harder!  I stepped out of my pants, and he pulled down my boxers, almost ripping my cock off with them.  I let him suck my cock for a couple of minutes.

"Should we move this to the bedroom?" I questioned.

He responded with a smile, and led me to the bedroom.

He pulled back the sheets and duvet and climbed onto the bed with its mountain of soft white pillows.

I climbed on top of him and we had a pretty heavy make out session, which got me really hard, and we were grinding into each other like crazy.  Each of us sucked the other, and I even started rubbing his asshole, in preparation.

Finally, I was ready. I rolled him over and he knew what was coming. I grabbed the lube, which I pulled from the pocket in my jeans and placed on the nightstand, and squirted some in his ass crack.

Using first my index finger first, then my thumb I gently worked his butt.  He buried his face in the pillows, and moaned his approval, or was it discomfort? I can't be sure. But I think he was urging me to continue.

After some warming up, I rolled him back over, and kissed him deeply.  Then, with my mouth on his cock and my fingers in his ass he started moaning and squirming like crazy!

It was now time to don the condom.

I wrapped up, and rolled him back over to his stomach, and applied more Lube.  I did some grinding, then, I placed the head of my dick and lined it up with his asshole.

There was resistance at the entrance, so I gently rocked back and forth, using my dick like a battering ram on the closed castle door.

He responded by sighing, moaning, and pushing back. I think I had to remind him to breathe.

Finally, I was making headway, and got about halfway in. I rocked back and forth very slowly trying to let him get used to it. He then asked for more lube.

I could tell there was some resistance but I hadn't even thought of more lube. Damn! I need to get some more experience.

With more lubrication, the last bastion of resistance was broken down and I was able to thrust all the way into the hilt.

I fucked him on his stomach for a while, and he relaxed and started getting into it.  He was moaning, and panting, and saying things like "ooooh yeah, fuck me. Right there. Oh yeah. Right there."

We stopped again for relubrication and  then we fucked doggy style for a while.

At one point, he just sort of gave up the effort of being on his hands and knees, and melted back down on his stomach.  This is my favorite position.

We fucked like this for only a minute, when I knew, it was only a matter of time before I was going to cum.  I felt like I had dicked him enough for him to enjoy it, and I was more than ready to get mine.  I focused and drove my dick full steam ahead to cum town.

It was one of the best fucks I had.  He was moaning, I was moaning, I was squirming and so was he.  He seemed to be just as pleasured by my orgasm, as I was.

Afterwards, when the waves of pleasure subsided, I tried to slowly pull out, and we both breathed a sigh of relief.

I lay there for a minute, not knowing if he wanted to snuggle, or I should get the hell out.

"Wow, that was hot.  Thanks, I said."

His dick.  Nice, eh?

"Yah, that was really nice, he replied."

Mind if I bail now? I asked.

No problem. He said.

 I got up, pulled the cum filled condom from my rapidly deflating dick, and and grabbed the nearby towel, to wipe down the excess lubricant on my crotch.

He got behind me, nuzzled my neck, rubbed my chest, and it was really nice.  I could feel his semi hard dick on my butt, and I was enjoying the post coital attention.

So, I turned around, and we made out some more.

Fuck it, I thought.  I'm gonna suck this guy off and pay him back.

I pushed him down on the bed and started to give him head, and we were like that for awhile.  His dick was quite hard, but he didn't appear to be close to cumming.

I asked him if I could get him off with a blow job, and he said not to worry, it takes him awhile, and he had to get moving anyway.   So, I found my boxers and pants and he once again moved in and started going crazy nuzzling my neck, and I was a little afraid he was going to give me a hickey.

I tried to ignore this latest assault on my libido, and finished dressing.  We said our thanks and out the door I went.

That was a good one.  I hope it holds me over for a few days.