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It was April 23, 2009 and his craigslist post was titled: "Some 420 and some head too much to ask?"
I was intrigued by the casualness and sarcasm in it, so I clicked on it to read more. He was a 20yr old kid in a neighboring suburb that was looking for some fun. He didn't offer many details so I wasn't sure if he would be interested in a 35 yr old married guy like me.
So, I kept my reply simple and to the point: Hey, I am in the neighborhood. I could take care of both your wishes! 35,married,6ft,170,32w,7c,brn hair blue eyes
I was pleasantly surprised to his response:
its kinda late now, and i gotta work tom, is this a standing offer? can i come by after that?cuz your pretty hot and id love to get on a bed with you(if thats an option) sometime tom after 1, sound good?
I waited a few minutes to try to avoid seeming too desperate. Yes, I replied, that would be excellent. My wife and kids were away for the weekend, so I was available anytime (which was why I was trolling craigslist in the first place). Ryan replied that it might be earlier if he got off work earlier but he would let me know.
I turned off the computer and headed to bed. My own cock was still rigid from the thought of servicing this young stud. I slid my hand into my Calvin Klein button fly boxer briefs and stroked my 7 inches imagining it was my new young friend's instead. I began picturing his hot, smooth body lying next to me as he softly moaned while I played with his growing piece of meat.
I stopped suddenly, my eyes popping open.
What was I thinking? I knew nothing about this guy. As I was stroking, I was imagining a 6ft, blond haired blue eyed, smooth chest, muscled stud with a very healthy cut cock. It was a great image for sure, but why did I think that this guy posting on CL would be anything like that? He might not even be 20 years old, and I have no idea what he looks like and now I have agreed to meet him and give him a blowjob. Ugh, oh well, I thought, I will just tell him I am not free when (well, if!!) he emails me tomorrow.
Meanwhile, I was still feeling very horny from the thought of a meeting with a hot guy. Also, being home alone in the house always got me going. I pulled the sheets off to my knees and quickly slipped my CKs down to my ankles as well. Thoughts of my imaginary Adonis crept back into my head as my own hand slid across my hairy chest and down into my pubes. I wanted his cock so bad. I wanted my young stud to rise up above me and fuck my face with that 8 inch cock. I moaned loudly as I found my leaking cock in my hand as I could almost feel my throat being annihilated by my boy. I could see the smirk show across his beautiful face as he used my mouth for his pleasure. I pounded my own cock furiously thinking of his balls pressing against my chin as his cock head burrowed into my throat. I stopped breathing just as I would have been forced to by the pressure of my boy's cock shutting off my airway. My balls tightened just like my young man's would have as he yelled, "yeah bitch take my fucking load." I could almost taste his hot load fill my mouth as the first powerful shot erupted from my own cock splashing against my lips. I felt more streams shoot out and land on my chest and stomach as I continued to stroke my cock vigorously. I licked the hot cum that had landed on my face as if my boy was feeding me his wonderful seed. My own cock began to settle as I slowed my stroking to a soft, rhythmic pace and drifted off to sleep, letting my cum drip and dry across my body as if my stud had marked his territory.
I woke in a daze in the morning, wondering why I was naked and so sticky. I smiled and shook my head as the thoughts of the previous nights jo session ran through my head. "You are really one fucked up dude," I said to myself as I headed for the shower. As I scrubbed my cum dried body, I remembered the slight predicament I had gotten myself into. I needed to make sure I bailed on that kid. I didn't know anything about him, so I certainly couldn't meet. As I toweled off after the shower, I reminded myself to check email throughout the day and respond with some excuse if he replies today.
I was working pretty hard out in the yard, building up a pretty good sweat. I can tell you there is nothing like getting sweaty digging in the dirt on all fours on a hot spring day. Going commando with only a pair of nylon basketball shorts made it that more invigorating. I would occasionally remember to go in and check email.
It was becoming the same cycle. I would think of it out in the yard, and then get up and walk inside to the computer. But on my walk inside, I would start to think of the glorious cock I might be passing up and would become instantly aroused. By the time I put my sweat soaked ass in the chair and logged in, I had convinced myself that I was going to meet him. Sadly, there was no email from him. Each time however I would slide my hand into my shorts and play with my cock, enjoying the freedom of being home alone and the thoughts of servicing young cock. I was careful not to play too long as I didn't want to cum nor waste too much time. I needed to get the gardening done and wanted to leave plenty of free time for later. So, I would drag myself back outside and get back to work. After my cock had settled, I changed my mind again and was definitely going to tell him I couldn't meet.
The cycle continued throughout the day. 10:00am, 11:00am, noon, 12:30, 1:00, 1:15, and finally at 1:30 I figured it was not going to happen. I had finished up the work outside and headed to the bathroom for a shower. I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror as I turned on the shower. My cock began to harden as I moved my hands over my sweaty, grimy body. For 35, I looked pretty good. I have a lean frame but decent muscle tone, especially after a few hours of grueling activity. I slid my shorts off and my cock popped out. I chuckled as I looked down and noticed that it was quite dirty. All the mini stroke sessions with dirty, sweaty hands had left their mark. I turned to get a look at my ass which revealed a couple of hand marks on it. I guess I must have been grabbing that as well, I thought.
I jumped in the shower, fully aroused and somewhat on a mission to take care of the load that I had been generating all day. I poured some body soap into my hand and then said fuck it and started to squirt it all over my chest and onto my cock. I grabbed my cock with my right hand and immediately began thrusting my hips, building up lather. My thoughts turned to my young stud, bursting in to the room. Pissed that I had said I couldn't meet, he tracked me down and was now going to make me his. He pulled me from the shower and threw me on the floor. With all the soap lather and water, I slid around and was face first without much effort on his part. I heard his pants go down as he kept me pinned down with his left hand. My own cock was still throbbing, but I was shocked that this was happening to me. I wasn't saying anything and I wasn't resisting. I was just laying there. I felt his hard body press against me and a tremendous pressure against my hole. His cock sent shockwaves of pain through me as he drove it in deep and began his relentless pounding of my hole. The pain began to dissipate and the feeling of this monster cock invading me turned to complete pleasure. I tried to push back into him as much as I could as I wanted more of his huge cock and also wanted to grind my soapy cock against the slippery tile. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as he announced he was cumming. His cum poured into me for what seemed like several minutes as I felt my own cum erupt from my cock. Still holding my head up by the hair, he quickly removed himself from me and let go of my head with a bit of a push as he stood up. My head fell forward and banged onto the floor.
"Ouch!" I thought as I was startled back from my little fantasy. I had worked up such frenzy with those thoughts; there I was sprawled out in the tub. My head banging against the ledge as two fingers of my left hand were deep inside my hole and my right hand continued to slowly work my soaped up cock. My cum had mixed in with the lather but it was evident that my first shot had reached my chin with many others spraying on my chest. I laid there for 20 minutes, letting the water from the shower pour down on me and my now aching muscles.
When I finally finished showering and dressing, I went back down to turn off my computer as I was heading out for the rest of the day. I checked my email, and sure enough, at 3:38p, a shiny email from my mystery man, Ryan Jones, was in the inbox.
It simply read, "too late to hang out now?"
Unfortunately, yes, it was too late now.
I told him so in my response: hey dude, yeah sorry. be free again late night tonight if u are.
With that response, I knew I had decided I didn't care who he was, or what he looked like, I wanted his cock. I just hoped it would be soon. After missing each other in email the next weekend, I told him to text me next time so I would be sure not to miss it. It was a Tuesday night at 10pm when I got the cryptic text, "U up?" from a number I did not know. I knew it was him! Unfortunately, I was out of town. I replied, telling him so.
We continued these attempts at meeting throughout the spring and into the summer. Sometimes, it would be a few days in a row, and then it would be a couple of weeks before we would try again. I still knew nothing more about him, had never seen a picture of him, and never heard his voice. Yet, I lusted after him. Every time I got a text or email from him, my heart would skip a beat and my cock would jump.
Finally, in September, my wife was out of town for the weekend. Friday evening, I sent him an email saying I was free this evening or later or tomorrow.
He replied!
Tonight would work, he would let me know. I was distracted all evening, frequently checking my phone and email. I had about given up when I got the text at 1am. He gave me his address and instructions. His messages were always very short and cryptic but these were more commanding. I found myself ready and willing to obey them completely.
Door will be open. Make sure it closes all the way when you come in. Take off shoes and come up stairs. Hurry up.
I raced to the car, my heart pounding in my chest. I got to his place. It was a small house on the corner. "Hmm," I wondered, "does he own this? Maybe he isn't 20 like he said he was." Lights were all out. I parked on the side and walked up to the door. I felt like my heart was going to burst through my chest now. I opened the door and the dog barked, and then I heard his voice bellow from above.
"Close the door all the way. Don't worry about the dog. Get up here."
I threw off my shoes and rambled up the stairs and followed his voice ("in here!") to the proper room. It was dark. He was lying on the bed in boxers. I walked over. Still too dark to see him clearly, so I started using my hands. I began rubbing his smooth, muscled chest. (Fuck, his chest was just like I imagined). I looked up at his face. Very hard to see, but he looked young, so I think he really was 20. His hair was dark (ok, so not every part of my fantasy was happening) and it was cut short. His eyes were closed and he commanded, "play with my cock." I still was speechless and obeyed him. I reached into his boxers and began to stroke his semi hard cock. It was a good size and it was getting bigger. My mouth was drooling for it. I took off my shirt, and moved to the bottom of the bed. I worked up between his legs, still stroking his cock. "Suck it," he said, between moans. I moaned myself and pulled his boxers down and off. I enjoyed running my hands across his muscular legs, noting that they weren't as long as mine ("so he is not taller than me, he still is a fucking god," I thought.) Now, it was finally time to get what I had been craving. My own cock was throbbing in my jeans (why did I wear jeans!) I knelt down on the end of the bed and buried my head into his pubes. In the darkness, my tongue was like a heat seeking missile trying to find the healthy 8 inch cock my hand was wrapped around. I found it, and savored the taste of his precum that I had managed to ease out already. I was careful to go slow, and enjoy this cock that I had been lusting after for these many months. I used my right hand to continue to guide the cock in and out of his mouth. I was careful to listen to him in case there were any instructions. I was pleased to hear only moans and the occasional "Fuck yes" and a few "oh that feels so good" and "yes, suck that dick." I used my left hand to rub up and down his 6 pack and hot pecs.
I had managed to unbutton and unzip my jeans to free my throbbing cock. My boxers had an open fly and it was freed through the slit. He had moved his one leg between mine and was now fondling my cock with his foot. I was grinding into it as best I could. He was getting louder and I knew this wonderful night wasn't going to last much longer. I was devouring his cock. I wasn't gagging as he was aware not to force it when he felt the back of my throat. I was able to swallow it several times, being rewarded with a glorious low groan from him each time. He grabbed my head with both his hands and worked my head up and down over his cock and then in a quickened voice exclaimed, "oh fuck I think I am gonna cum." "Oh fuck yes, I am gonna cum!" He took his hands off my head, which I took to mean that he was letting me stop if I didn't want to take his load in my mouth.
"Fuck," I thought, "I want it so bad, but will he think I do this all the time and full of diseases and stuff if I swallow it." I felt my own balls tighten and decided I was gonna take this load and hope it doesn't freak him out. So, I went all the way down again and then back up quickly, but keeping his cock in my mouth. He understood--I was going to swallow his load. "Oh fuck, I am cumming," he shouted as I felt his warm juice paint my throat. I slowed my sucking and milked out his wonderful spunk. Slow and steady I worked my tongue and mouth over his still pulsing cock as he panted and writhed in ecstasy.
I stayed on his cock until he pulled me off with hands. I got up and pulled up my jeans over my aching cock. I was so hard and wanted to cum so bad, but I knew he wasn't going to help with that. I found my shirt and threw that on and said,
"maybe next time we will have more time" or something like that.
He replied in a very direct and commanding voice:
"there isn't gonna be a next time, now get out of here and don't contact me ever again."
I was stunned. I had been waiting for this for months and it had lived up to much of my fantasy and now it was over. I finally spoke.
"Whatever dude, don't be a dick!" I said in an annoyed voice and walked out of the house.
I got in my car and drove off. I pulled over a few blocks away. "Oh shit, that was so fucking hot, I can't believe it," I said aloud to no one. I pulled down my jeans and boxers, leaned back and stroked my cock hard and fast. I savored the taste of his cum that still lingered in my mouth as I shot rope after rope of my hot juice all over my shirt. I drove home with my jeans at my knees as my cock barely softened. I found myself racing to get home so I could jack off again.
Stay tuned for My Stud Ryan, part 2. I decided to email him again (3 months later) and I will tell you if he responded...