It's been fucking cold in this city, as everyone on the East Coast knows. But that didn't stop me from looking for ass. Before I went into the office at the end of last week, I checked onto Craigslist to see what was being offered, and noticed a post from someone looking for pre-work fun (as most people do in the AM). His ad said he was 42, but his pictured showed off a ripped body including an ice cold six-pack.
We exchanged a few emails...you know the typical, "What are you into?" "Where are you?" "Looking for?" etc... He said he wanted to play, roll around, wasn't really up for fucking because of the limited amount of time, but wanted to blow a big load. He said he was a "HUGE shooter."
I thought that would be a fun time, so made a plan to get together later that night, since I was running out of time in the morning.
I got to his place, and he was older than his pictures portrayed, but not too bad. His place was nice, but had a somewhat uncomfortable stale feeling...clean, but sort of claustrophobic. It was one of those huge post-war buildings with popcorn ceilings and cookie cutter windows. No personality. It was OK, just rubbed me the wrong way. He offered me a drink which I gladly accepted.
After one sip, I realized I didn't want to chit-chat, just wanted to see him shoot out a huge load, so I went in for the kiss while pulling him up so that we were both standing. I ripped off my shirt, and did the same to him.
We went into the bedroom, where I began to blow his average and smoothly shaven prick. It got tasty-hard and felt good sliding down my throat. I wanted him to be more aggressive that he was, so I grabbed onto his ass cheeks and rammed him in and out of my mouth. He finally got the point, and began doing it on his own, but not as hard as I wanted.
I got him on the bed with me, and continued to blow him...going for the goal of seeing him unload all over my face and chest. I asked him if he was close, and he said he was. He said he knew this was going to be a big load. "because you're so hot." He started panting, and then, he shot. He shot a LOT. It spewed out of him in hard spurts that flew into my mouth, all over my chin and drenched the hair on my chest. I grabbed a big wad of his wad and used it to jerk out my load.
I had about 15 minutes to shower, get my suit on and meet up with friends for dinner. They asked if I'd just been at the gym, "your cheeks are so flushed."
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This post so reminded me of a hook-up I had a couple of years ago. We did the usual online chat and question exchange, and there was the same type of age difference. He was probably 50, great shape, super handsome and I thought, "why not". When I got to his apartment, it was rather dingy, lacking in furniture, and the best accessory was his bike parked in the living room. The guy could probably could not even spell "Frette", and certainly didn't have the linens on his bed. I had this vision of an older, successful man in his beautiful apartment and the disappointment led to an awful hook-up. Your post made me laugh as it reminded me of that experience, although the sex you had was way better than that time for me.
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