Quick Sunday Play-by-Play

I woke up early. Sunday morning. Very horny. Check Craigslist. Mental note: if I ever meet Craig I will suck his dick into the next millennium.

An ad catches my eye. Fantasy suck. It’s a simple request. Blow two guys. They say they’re straight, but whatever. It’s all a fantasy as far as I’m concerned.

I email them. They email their phone. I call. We talk about the fantasy and I’m into it. I Google the directions and I’m there 20 minutes later. It doesn’t go off exactly as they wish, but I don’t fucking care.

Here’s the play-by-play:

I pull up to the house. Standard suburb, similar to my own, but not as nice. I go up to the front door and walk in. For a moment I wonder if I’m being set up. Shit. I don’t even know their names. My balls spur me on.

It’s just like they said. I walk through the living room and two guys are sitting around in baggy shorts and t-shirts. Mid-20’s. Attractive in that everyday kind of way. They are in shape, but not über-built.

The phone is in front of the dark-haired guy, a laptop sits in front of the blonde-ish guy. My email and my photo is on screen.

They are sitting on the couch watching ESPN. Neither says a word to me, nor I to them. I kneel in front of the first guy. Dark hair, deep-dark eyes. I push back his t-shirt and he has a nice happy trail. Love that. My kisses follow the trail up as I pull off his shirt. I work my way back down as I unbutton his shorts.

They come off easily and he’s not hard. I look up at him and he’s intently staring at the TV. I push his legs aside and start licking at his big hairy balls. Dark Eyes hasn’t showered today. Nice. The musky smell gets me fucking hard as a rock.

As I nibble around his dick and balls and let my hands roam his chest. Not much definition on this guy, but the whole starter-chest hair thing is sweet: A small patch of hair in the middle, a little bit around the nipples. I move up and chew on them for a minute.

Dark Eyes likes that. He whimpers ever so quietly. I look up. His eyes are closed. I chew a bit more on them until he roughly pushes my head down towards his dripping dick.

I take his cock in my mouth. Average all around. I take him all the way down (which isn’t very far). For good measure, I put his balls in my mouth as well. He moans out loud. Excellent.

I keep sucking on his crank, slurping and “gagging” on his dick. Dark Eyes grabs the back of my head and starts to wildly fuck my face. He’s young, with little control. I keep thinking he’s probably a lousy lay.

Dark Eyes doesn’t say anything when he cums. It’s the same grunting as when he’s fucking me. Yeah, I said I’d swallow, but give me some fucking warning. He shoots a big load. Since I’m not fully prepared, a lot dribbles out.

I swallow and lick up most of the mess. I look up to him. He’s still watching the TV. He’s also breathing heavy.

I turn my attention to the other guy and I’m surprised to see he’s completely naked and hard. He’s watching the TV, but he’s clearly been watching something else. I get up and walk around the coffee table so I can get right to it.

I look at him and he looks at me and smiles. He has beautiful blue eyes and is in much better shape than Dark Eyes. In fact, Blue Eyes was hot. He had little chest hair, but trimmed his bush and balls, making his already big dick seem bigger.

I grab his thick shaft and smile. He quickly looks away. I start sucking and immediately, his balls start to retract. He’s going to cum any second. I pull away and start sucking hard on his balls, and kissing around his dick so he’ll calm down. It doesn’t help much. The second my mouth goes back to his head he says, “I’m cumming.”

Dark Eyes calls out a stern, “Dude.” No words were supposed to be spoken. That was an absolute when we were emailing.

“Sorry,” Blue Eyes mutters.

“Du-ude!” I want to tell Dark Eyes that every time he calls out “dude” he’s breaking the vow as well.

His load is much bigger than Dark Eyes and I keep sucking. I just keep working that dick. It doesn’t go down. I look up at Blue Eyes and he’s looking right at me. I get back to sucking in earnest. I let my hand slide gently underneath him so I can finger his hole a bit. He moans loudly.

“Du-u-ude!” whines Dark Eyes.

“Fuck you, Chad,” barks Blue Eyes. He directs back to me, “Yeah, suck it.” The damn thing really does choke me. I gulp as much as I can down. He doesn’t try to fuck my face. He lets me do all the work. It’s a damn fine cock. I could suck it all day. However, he barely lasts another two minutes before he blows again. I gulp it down. Not as much as before, but thicker. Chunkier.

I pull off Blue Eyes’ softening dick. I’m content to just go home and jerk off. Part of me wants a Starbucks, but I don’t know if my dick will be down by the time I get there. However, I still have one last thing to do before I go.

I sit on the couch between the two guys. I pull down my pants and take out my dick. I’m surprised at how hard I am. I begin to jerk it hard and fast. I was hoping for some sort of lube. No such luck. I pull back my t-shirt. I cum watching the dugout for the Oakland A’s. My chest is covered in cream.

I clean up with a few napkins on the table, thank them and walk to the door. If they wanted to do this again, one or both were to pat my knee. Neither did.

As I get to the door, Chad runs up, stops, reaches forward, slaps my knee, turns and runs back. Christ. I get it.. He thinks we’ll meet again.

At Starbucks I sit thinking about the morning and how much I’d like to see Blue Eyes again. By the time I finish my muffin, the feeling is gone.

Meet Junior

Meet JR

I have a love/hate relationship with Craigslist. I love it because it gets me laid. I hate it because a lot of freaks use it. JR ain’t no freak—but his dick is something freaky.

I sent out a message stating I wanted to give some head. I get that urge now and again: serve rather than be served.

I wanted some dick. Just to go someplace, get on my knees and suck it until he nuts. Then I’d get up and leave, belly and balls full of cum.

My message was simple and straight forward. Most important: no pic, no reply. Guess how many shit-heads sent messages w/out pics? Ten. Ten fucking idiots. Three of them had the nerve to ask why I didn’t reply. Dumbshits. There were about seven with pics and potential. But the best was the one with a nice pic of a long, thick dick:

Yeah, that’s really it. That’s what he sent. That’s what I wanted.

His name is JR. He lives about 15 minutes away. We make the arrangements and I head to his place. Okay place. It’s dark, the shades are all drawn. But it’s clean and that’s important.

He’s small. A short guy, thin with a pony tail in his graying hair. I wanted to say “You’re too old for that shit,” but it didn’t really matter much. He’s wearing Speedo-type underwear. Not my thing, but he makes it work.

I’m glad he’s small. There’s always a thought in my mind that maybe it’s a set up, or the guy wants to try something. When they’re small like JR, I feel more comfortable.

We go to his room. It’s darker than the rest of the place. He tells me his roommate will be home soon, so we can’t be long. Whatever. Just let me get too it.

We don’t do the kissing shit, or rubbing, or any other crap. He drops his shorts and there it is. Damn. It’s big.

I get on my knees and begin to kiss it. It smells nice. He just took a shower. Cool.

I play with his balls a little. Their nice. Their heavy. Shaved, but still nice to suck on.

I’m kissing it a bit, playing with the head and it starts getting harder and growing. I’m wondering how much I’ll be able to take in my mouth. I start putting more in my mouth and rubbing him all over. He’s super thin, but it’s decent. I rub his hairy chest. I can’t tell if he likes it, he makes no sound.

I tell him it’s okay to talk dirty to me. He mumbles a few things and then stops. I can’t complain too much, I didn’t mention it in the ad that I like it when a guy talks dirty.

If I’m down there sucking crank and eating ass, I want a guy telling me what a fucking whore I am for doing it. In the real world I hate being humiliated. When eating a dude, I love nothing more. Make me your bitch. Fuck yeah, I’m a cocksucker. I know I’m a whore. You own me, Sir! Whatever. Make me work for my redemption by drinking down your load.

I move his hands to my head. I want to say, “Fuck my face!” but I’m realizing he’s just not that kind of a guy. He plays with my hair a bit.

He sat down on the bed and that gave me more access to his cock. I gotta say how much I loved sucking that huge thing. It has a nice curve to it and it bulges out in the middle. It’s also very fucking hard. For the 10 minutes I’m blowing him, his dick is like a rock.

JR lets out a little gasp. I notice a taste difference. The bastard came. I’m not opposed to drinking his load, but give a guy a warning. What if I didn’t want to drink it? It tastes okay—nothing too funky or too tasty.

As his dick starts softening and falls from my mouth, he starts to moan. Now he makes some noise.

I kiss around his dick and balls, paying homage to his bush, stomach and thighs.

We stand and I wait for him to put on his briefs. He walks me to the door and says he had a good time. He asks if he can call me again. I think for a moment, “sure.” That pleases him.

I’m not sure why I said yes. Maybe his seeming to ignore me is a turn-on. Maybe I’m a glutton for punishment. Maybe I really liked sucking that beautiful curved dick that was designed for swallowing.

I’ve gone back about eight times to JR. Always on a Sunday afternoon about 2:00pm. He talks a little more now. He also warns me when he’s going to blow. But we still don’t talk much otherwise. I know little about him and he knows nothing about me. Which I like.

--RL

Hobbes

Hobbes is a kinda regular thing. We met through Craigslist. He’s closeted. He lives with his married sister, her husband and kid. He emails when they are going to be out of the house.

Usually, it’s Saturday morning. Real fucking early Saturday morning.

The first time we hooked up, I went to his house and we did our thing in the living room. I fucked him bent over the arm of the couch. Good thing it was leather, because we made a mess. The windows in the front don’t have drapes. He didn’t seem to care, which is odd, because he doesn’t want his sister to know. So anyone looking over might have seen. Whatever. I got off.

Normally, I don’t go back again. Not a policy, but it usually doesn’t work out. However, he was hot: late 20’s brown hair, sweet brown eyes, about 6’2”, 220, plays softball in a league—damn sweet kid.

The next time I went over, there was a note on the front door:

RL-

Come in.
Take off your clothes in the living room, come into the back bedroom, and start eating my ass.


I felt odd stripping in someone else’s living room—especially, if they were to come home unexpectedly and find my kit in the living room. I was horny, so I did it.

I got lost finding the back bedroom. There were three doors and I kept choosing the wrong one.

He’s lying on his stomach, hairy ass in the air. I start eating. He loves it. I love it. He has a mole near his on his butt. It’s not an std or anything, just an odd place for a mole. It makes me smile.

We fool around and then he asks me to fuck his face. I love it. I get close—too close. Shit, I think I came a little. I stop him. He asks me if I came. I lie and say “no.” Then he wants me to fuck him.

I condom-up and try to enter. He’s tight and nervous. We go slow. It takes a few minutes and he eases up. “I’m in,” I say. He nods. I begin fucking him. Damn, he is tight.

We fuck for a while. He likes to be dominated—pushed around a little and fucking love that shit. We’re like the Energizer Rabbit and we keep going and going.

The problem with me cuming a little earlier is that I’m not going to cum now. I can go forever at this point. A side note on me and my dick: when I’m hard, I stay hard, even after I cum a few times. When I’m nervous, I will sometimes pop quick, but I don’t need any lag time to continue.

He jacks off while on top of me, smearing my chest with his jizz. Nice.

I’m about to pop inside his tight hole and he begs me to cum in his mouth. Damnit!

I was close. Too close. I may have cum a little, again.

I beat the shit out of my dick trying to blow into his mouth—When I cum, it gushes. My body practically convulses. It’s fucking intense. I’m poking at his face and growling “Eat it. Eat my fucking cum!” to him. He does.

Minutes later, I’m standing at Starbucks. I want to tell everyone what I just did. I wonder how many of them just did the same thing?

Our sessions are all similar to this. Sometimes I fuck him; sometimes not. He always eats my cum.

Nice way to start a Saturday.