Friday I was working from home, and while busy, I did have time to scour the internet for cock. I mean, I am after-all - ME.
I was hoping for a lunchtime feeding and wrote my CL ad as such. I tried to be creative since most of these things are so fucking sad and they don't even use punctuation.
Want Cock Sucked, the ads will say, but they don't put in the question mark, so you assume they want their cock sucked. Then get all bent out of shape when you say you want to suck theirs - which was never their intent. Morons.
Anyway, my nicely worded ad got me little to no traction. The creative is wasted on the uneducated. I got a seemingly great guy who was into it and talked a good game, but you kind of figure by the 7th email they are all talk and will never follow through. He got miffed when I told him to man-up or go away. You can figure which he did.
There were a few other responses, but by this time, lunch had come and gone. But I did opt to meet up with a guy who couldn't do anything until later. 47 yo, 5'10", 185 with hairy chest and legs.
I said yes, because, hell, I needed cock and a load and my options were clearly limited.
The doorbell rang exactly when he said he'd be there. I don't know how to describe him better than, imagine a sleazy porn producer. Tinted glasses, euro t-shirt, a crystal or two hanging around his neck. Swaggering with what seems like undeserved confidence.
I'm not saying this in a bad way - because right or wrong, there is something that is a turn on by the wrong kind of guy with the right kind of bravado. He immediately opened his pants and showed a nice thickening 8". The deal was done.
"Where do you wanna do it?" he asked. I got on my knees right there in the kitchen, a room we never left. Naturally, I did a great job providing head. I always try to and that is kind of my job - and the one I advertised to complete. I took him all the way down to his pubes, would hold the dick there and then come back to the head. Of course there was attention paid to the head and shaft with my tongue.
At one point he took a half or full step back and I had to lean forward to stay on the cock. In doing so, I rounded my back a bit and exposed my ass so he could lean over me and feel down my crack. Yeah, this guy knew what he was doing. He was experienced.
This is why Mr. Sleazy Porn Producer was good. He knew what to do and when to do it. This hands on my chest and nipples got me going. His touches to my hole, ever so lightly, really sealed the deal, though no one was willing to say anything at this point for fear of breaking the deal.
He pulled me up and stood behind me, ever so carefully playing with my nipples, which I've told you before are both 'on switches'. As he did that, he came closer attempting a dry hump, but what he was really doing was really testing the waters. I leaned over farther.
He took the hint. Soon his 8" member was between my crack and pressing at the entrance. I swiveled a bit and leaned over the kitchen island, thus non-verbally surrendering to his invasion.
Not a word was spoken from his end as he slid in, with only my spit on his cock. It was a bit rough to begin with, but with some nipple play, I opened up nicely for him.
Since he clearly had figured out I was willing, he took it as a sign to FUCK. And he did. It wasn't the longest session, but it was intense. Heavy breathing (both of us), moans (mostly me) and then a huge grunt (him).
He buckled and shook and unloaded up my ass. I remained propped on the island and took what I had basically asked for, even though it was not what the ad implied. It is still what I wanted. It was still what I needed.