Oh the Places You'll Go

Dr. Suess has nothing on me.  Nothing, I tell ya. 

Yes, I've been away from the blog for a while. I pondered leaving it up and no adding to it.  I vacillated on deleting the 800+ posts and 86'ing the archive altogether.  But part of me thought I wasn't quite done with this yet. 

I have zero idea if I have any audience left - and it is totally valid had they moved on. It's a world of instant gratification and this blog is anything but. I never even completed my Provincetown series - and that was 13 months ago. 

There is no excuse and lots of explanation to it, but you know - that's never why people have stopped by here.  I've been busy in life and work and a quasi-relationship (that's for another time......maybe), and when it hasn't been work, life or that last thing, I've been lazy.  How's that for a nutshell. 

During times of Delta and Omicron, "activities" pretty much fell to the quasi relationship guy.  And while he's been nothing but adventurous, time will tell if I write about that. With semi-decreases in Covid cases, and a second booster, I've been a little more.........willing, if you will, to get out there. Selectively - though this story will defy that last statement. 

As I said, Oh - the place you'll go.  You'll being me. And how low level the bar can be at times. 

His opening line wasn't "hey", " 'sup" or "how's it hanging?".  He went for it:  "Wanna suck me".  There was no question mark. That has to do more with the education system than him meaning it - but not - as a statement. 

I do like someone getting to the point. 

His stats were fine:  no age, but 6'1", 185.  I should have been wary of his looking for "other gamers". But I got the address and I was off.  He said the door would be unlocked and to just come upstairs. I got there - it was a townhouse in an iffy development. They'd seen better days, but.........I wasn't there to house hunt. 

But I walked into this (albeit, I took the shot on the way out)

What you don't see, is the hall going back from the door was jam-packed with crap. So was the staircase. And the top of the stairs.  The man was a pig, and in a very different way than you'd call me one. I internally shuddered at how many roaches must be under this stuff and in his kitchen, which I could only assume was just as dirty.  He did nothing to make me less wary of "gamers" - and the stereotypes that surround them - though to be fair, this wasn't his parent's basement. 

Also on the stairs?  Him. 

He was at the stop of the stairs, ass on a step with his legs splayed out down the next few. He wasn't letting me upstairs, and honestly, I was ok with that. 

What was also waiting for me was this

Well, what it would become. 

Fully grown - in my throat - it became over 8.5" and thick as fuck in terms of the shaft, especially the base. 

He was horrible at dirty verbal, but I'm guessing he was less than 30. My other stereotype about gamers is that if not virgins, they're close to it.  He was close to it.  Clearly. 

The guy appreciated my skills. While not rusty, it'd been a while since I tackled a dick this big. I mentioned something vague about how it would feel good up an ass. He replied he'd never done that, but the tone took on more of something he'd rather not do. I wasn't prepped for that anyway - let alone one that would hit oil. 

So I stayed on my knees, between his legs, sucking his mammoth cock. 

It wasn't worship, which dick was destined to be, it's just attached to the wrong guy, in the wrong place. I was there to get him off and get out. I'm usually not there just for the load. I like the process of getting the load.....but this time, I just wanted it and to leave. 

There was skill, of course. But I did not curtail all those skills to his reactions. I had a job to do. And I did it. 

He warned me he was getting close. I couldn't tell if the thought I should know to pull off? I can only imagine what else was left in that carpet on the steps. But I took it all. Decent sized load, though a little bitter. 

I made sure to get all drops, then I stood up to leave. As I had not taken anything off, it was a clean (pun intended) getaway. He, still laying on the stairs. 

The entire event made me think about all those / these situations I've put myself into for the quest for cock. I'm not proud. But I'm not ashamed either. It just is. 

I've gotten a few messages from this nerd:  "I you as my regular so bad".   That is the direct message. I'll assume "want" was meant to be in there. 

.......I haven't replied.  Nor will I.