The bed was set-up just so. Perfectly made. The bounce a quarter off the sheets and comforter kind of perfect. I’ve never had a bed made like this, or been on one. Until last Sunday. A pillow was place about half way in the center of the bed with it laying perpendicular to how pillows would normally lay on a bed. It was like an altar.
This was my last day of my last DC trip and I was perusing craigslist. Not finding anything of interest on the M4M section, I went looking under ‘casual encounters’. You can usually find married guys on line looking for service. But let’s face it – I always question if they are truly married.
Though not completely unexpected, I was looking to either get someone off or have them get me off. It’d been long enough that I needed assistance as much as I needed to provide it. You know my preference, but you also know I too have needs – at least every now and again. Not often, but still…..
On ‘casual encounters’ there was a guy who caught my interest. At this point, I cannot say why – I just don’t remember, even though the ad was only days ago. I know I had a limited window of time and he was at least only a 15 minute walk away. His stats were not heinous either: 5'11" 185 44"c./33"w. WASP here, said his email reply.
He liked the fact that I was not a WASP. I like that I’m not a WASP…..but no judgments.
He provided the address, the apartment number and how to buzz in.
The building was absolutely great. An old schoolhouse converted to apartments. Huge windows, wide staircases, great space. I had more lust for the living area than I did for the guy. He wasn’t bad by any means. Wispy blonde hair that could have easily been (and should have) shaved down to the scalp, even if he kept the edges/sides.
He led me through his apartment up to the next level and into his bedroom where I found the altar. I’m not sure who was being sacrificed, or if we both were.
With a gesture of his hand, he made it clear that I was to lay back and relax. My head. His pillow. My dick. His mouth.
I should mention that he was asking for a married man, and I didn’t quite come clean on that one. I have my ‘wedding ring’ and I wore that, so I will assume he assumed I was legit in that category.
With me on my back, on the perfectly made bed, he (we didn’t even exchange names – fake or otherwise) popped open the fly of my 501s. I lifted my hips for him to get them down, and soon they were around my ankles. That left me in my briefs, which were very much tented at this point. He went and licked and gnawed on them a little.
There is something so erotic about that to me – whether I’m doing it, or it is being done to me. It is a different kind of heat and wetness than ye olde standard blowjob. But that didn’t last long before the briefs resided right above the jeans.
And I love it when guys do not take off everything for some head. I don’t. I never have. I am always amazed when a guy comes to my hotel for some sucking and strips all the way down. It’s a blowjob – you’re not sticking around to shoot the shit afterwards or hang out.
BJ guy (I guess that’s what I’ll call him) never kneeled. He stood in front of me, bent over to take my cock in his mouth. His hands were placed on the bed, on either side of my outer thigh. As he’d go down, it was almost as if he were doing a push-up onto my cock.
If you’ve given head, or ever watched any number of porn movies, many a-time, an eater will lay back while a feeder does cock push-ups in their mouth. I don’t think I’ve ever been in a situation (or seen) where the eater does the push-up. I was impressed. This position or act never deviated for the entire session.
BJ guy had a great mouth. He really knew how to give head. Velvet touches and then alternating to great suction. Not teeth – not that I mind a purposeful scrape now and again, but nothing where he didn’t know what he was doing.
I know the pillow was there for me to lay back and get lost in the moment. But I admit to loving watching my big 8”er disappear into a mouth. And I can’t say it disappeared, he didn’t get the last one-quarter to one-half inch in and he didn’t struggle to try. And I didn’t force him to try.
Ok ok….every once in awhile I met his downward suck with an upward thrust of my hips. But he caught on early and understood what I was doing and he adapted his style well to my then need.
I complimented him on his ability. He complimented me on my dick. I can’t even deny that I have a really nice dick. He liked that it was long and thick. He mentioned that it was great to have one or the other, but to have both was a minor miracle.
Now, I know all this – not because of my dick, but mostly because I like dick better than I like giving mine. But he didn’t know this. He was into the fact that I was married. He mentioned to me more than once that someone with my penis should never go that long without getting service of some kind. I agreed with him.
Every once in awhile, I would push him off my dick and tell him to lick the underside of my shaft or to lap at my nuts. And while that feels good, I was just really trying to control my ejaculation.
As it was, he had been sucking my dick for about 35 minutes. I noticed him quickening his pace and applying more and more suction. Though verbally he said he could go for a long time, his actions were telling me he wanted my load.
Any number of times I mentioned that he wanted the load and wanted to swallow it. He said yes, or nodded or wagged his eye brows…depending on the time of the request. I also had it in writing – from our email exchange and his ad. He even said, why bother sucking if not to finish the job completely. I agreed with him.
At the 45 minute mark, I knew my window was closing, so I had to just let him finish. I pulled out some poppers and took a huge hit. That wouldn’t push me over the edge, but I knew it would enhance the feeling when I did.
Not quite lost in the moment, I was ready to take it the rest of the way and told him so. I told him to stop moving and even steadied his head. I then unleashed and unloaded into his mouth.
It was a huge load. A great load. He was a pro at taking it all and not doing stuff to the head of my dick which tends to be overly sensitive during these ejaculations. There was so much, I figured there was no way for him not to swallow it. But I gave him all my appreciative moans, groans and words of lust as I kept spewing my jizz.
I’m still not convinced he did swallow it, or if he had a great reservoir that was his mouth. He seemed to have gulped, but when he was done….when *I* was done, he got up and went into the bathroom.
I did not hear him spit anything out, but he immediately rinsed. Maybe I have rancid tasting sperm. Or maybe I did that day. Or maybe he let it all out. Either way, I’d by lying if I said I wasn’t a little disappointed. I’ve always savored the flavor of the guys load, even if it wasn’t the best. It is just part of the process.
He was a complete gentleman, getting me to the door, shaking my hand and asking me if I ever got this at home. He knew the answer. But he assured me that most men in ‘my situation’ did not get it at home, which is where he came in.
He vied for my ‘business’ as it were. I never mentioned I wasn’t local, but I’d definitely keep him on my list of folks to contact when I returned. We agreed he should fellate someone in front of me before taking care of me.
I’d still like to see that.
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