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I’ll bet there are more of these experiences than jes’ moi!
I answered a CL ad from a guy. We exchanged emails on a hookup. Here’s how it happened:
In our emails he said, “you’ll cum to my door (I told him I’d be commando under some summer shorts) at the door he’d grab my package. Then ask me to lay down whereby he’d climb between my legs and suck me off. Then we’d proceeds from there.
Well, I arrived at the door knocked it opened to an older man, thinning hair, regular build, dressed, and piercing blue eyes. In a southern accent reminiscent of Truman Capote he said, “Tracy (not my real name)” and grabbed my junk completely. I said, “I told you I’d be commando!”
My clothes fell to the floor as I walked about a yard to a bed that was that close to an outside exit and turned around and layed down. Lay down threw my legs on the bed and him clothed climbed up between my legs and enveloped me whole in his mouth. {as you’d kinda expect I wasn’t aroused just yet. Not knowing what would happen even, if it was happening just as we forecast.
His mouth got to enjoy something I still only dream about. A man growing In my mouth until his rod is a slice of granite. Then working me to perfection till I explode in his closed mouth (or him in my willing orifice.) well I exploded in his willing closed mouth. Greedily drinking down my super load of haven’t cum in awhile spunk. I am grunting like a gorilla in the cage screaming like a monkey as he empties my milkshake to the extent he breaks mouth contact to console me.
Spent somehow I get to my feet. Pull my shorts on over a well cleaned wang. He with those intense Greek blue agean sea eyeballz he goes I to kiss me. Startled, I turn it to a cheek kiss. He apologizes for his cum breath then sez, in that southern charm gay accent “well it’s ur cum.”
I can tell, I’ve kinda offended him. We should be mixing cumballs our tounges tangled in a snogging session to beat the band.
I say to him, as a consolation, “anything I could do for you,” (cuz I would have gladly dropped to my knees and sucked him off on the spot.) He dejectley said, no.
I walked out the door. Which remember was a yard from the bed.
I don’T have many regrets, I should’ve kissed him.
I answered a CL ad from a guy. We exchanged emails on a hookup. Here’s how it happened:
In our emails he said, “you’ll cum to my door (I told him I’d be commando under some summer shorts) at the door he’d grab my package. Then ask me to lay down whereby he’d climb between my legs and suck me off. Then we’d proceeds from there.
Well, I arrived at the door knocked it opened to an older man, thinning hair, regular build, dressed, and piercing blue eyes. In a southern accent reminiscent of Truman Capote he said, “Tracy (not my real name)” and grabbed my junk completely. I said, “I told you I’d be commando!”
My clothes fell to the floor as I walked about a yard to a bed that was that close to an outside exit and turned around and layed down. Lay down threw my legs on the bed and him clothed climbed up between my legs and enveloped me whole in his mouth. {as you’d kinda expect I wasn’t aroused just yet. Not knowing what would happen even, if it was happening just as we forecast.
His mouth got to enjoy something I still only dream about. A man growing In my mouth until his rod is a slice of granite. Then working me to perfection till I explode in his closed mouth (or him in my willing orifice.) well I exploded in his willing closed mouth. Greedily drinking down my super load of haven’t cum in awhile spunk. I am grunting like a gorilla in the cage screaming like a monkey as he empties my milkshake to the extent he breaks mouth contact to console me.
Spent somehow I get to my feet. Pull my shorts on over a well cleaned wang. He with those intense Greek blue agean sea eyeballz he goes I to kiss me. Startled, I turn it to a cheek kiss. He apologizes for his cum breath then sez, in that southern charm gay accent “well it’s ur cum.”
I can tell, I’ve kinda offended him. We should be mixing cumballs our tounges tangled in a snogging session to beat the band.
I say to him, as a consolation, “anything I could do for you,” (cuz I would have gladly dropped to my knees and sucked him off on the spot.) He dejectley said, no.
I walked out the door. Which remember was a yard from the bed.
I don’T have many regrets, I should’ve kissed him.
