Gavin
Several years ago, when Craigslist had more content, I was online one day and the following ad caught my eye.
MWM looking for MWM in DC for regular get togethers. I am new at this and very nervous. Discretion and safety is number one. Looking for someone curious like myself. Need to find someone in DC due to limited time to get away, so if you are curious,40 to 60 and very very safe and discreet, drop me a line and lets meet. I am 6ft 195lbs, age 45 married 19yrs 2kids work in sales. Send as much info as you can about yourself and your pics get mine. Like I said I am very discreet so lets just jump in and meet and see where it goes.
I responded to the ad, explaining that I had been in a committed relationship, and that I was free to meet. I also added that I needed to be very discreet and had a place of my own where an encounter could be arranged.
Several emails went back and forth heightening interest on both parts. Once the pictures were exchanged, we decided to meet. I suggested a parking lot at a nearby park that was also not far from my apartment. We traded the make and models of each other’s cars.
At the arranged time, I parked my car, and immediately saw his green pickup pull in. He saw my car and headed towards me. Fortunately, I backed my car into a space, so that when he pulled in, we could see each other face to face. I got out of my car and approached him. After a few nervous minutes of conversation, I invited him back to my place. He eagerly accepted and followed my car.
Once we got to my place, he seemed to relax slightly, but was still very unsure of how things were going to happen and how he was going to react. I offered him a glass of water and suggested that he sit on the sofa. When I returned, I handed him the drink and sat next to him. He sat there holding his glass, not sure what to do. In my conservation with him via email, I knew what to do and also knew what he wanted. In short, he did not want to be the aggressor. Not that he wanted something to happen, but he was not sure how to go about it. He asked me about my apartment and I began talking to him in an assuring tone. At one point in the conversation, I allowed my hand to touch his leg, not so much as to make a pass, but to illustrate a point that I was making in the conversation. When I did so, his legs seemed to relax and they spread just a bit. As I continued talking to him, my hand would return to touch his leg more and more. There was no caressing, no groping, just a casual touching that occurred as I talked.
It was not long before he relaxed. He placed the glass on the coffee table, spread his legs a little wider, and turned his attention towards me and smiled. I continued my conversation, answering questions about myself and where I lived. At one point his leg moved and touched mine. I then placed my hand on his leg and began to gently drag my fingers from his knee to his thigh, moving back and forth slowly. I then began to change the content of the conversation to him. I told him that he looked better in person than in his photo. I also complimented him on his slacks, Dockers actually, and continued my slow caress of his leg. His breathing got coarser, his legs spread more, and he tilted his head back and closed his eyes. His crotch had already begun to show his erection, but I did not grab him there. Instead, I suggested that he remove his slacks.
He stood, walked a few steps from the sofa, removed his shoes, unbuckled his belt, and removed his slacks, laying them on a nearby chair. He asked if he should remove his shirt, but I told him to do what he felt comfortable doing. He then smiled and removed his shirt. Although he had an erection, what I saw from the parted folds of the fly of his boxers, was a mass of dark pubic hair. His chest was broad and slightly hairy around the nipples. His belly too was hairy which seemed to continue beyond the waistband of his boxers. He was obviously comfortable with his body and seemed to appreciate showing it off to someone who liked it.
My apartment, which is centrally located in DC, is a studio apartment. The living and sleeping areas are in one large room. I then told him to sit on the end of the bed. I then moved toward him and knelt in front of him. As I continued talking to him, my voice got softer, gentler, and my hands began to slowly travel up and down his legs between his ankles and knees. My face was not far from his crotch, but I made no attempt to grope him. My hands simply explored his legs, moving farther up over his knees to his thighs. He obviously enjoyed the sensation and lowered his back onto the bed, his legs still over the end and my body positioned between his knees.
My hands began to slowly move further up his legs, now caressing the inside of his thighs. He occasionally would moan slightly when my fingers got closer to the leg openings of his boxers. The spreading of his legs seemed to encourage more exploration inside his shorts. My fingers slipped inside each leg until I could feel his soft and hairy nut sack. A sudden intake of air told me that he was enjoying this more and more.
I then removed my hands and grabbed the waistband to pull off his shorts. He lifted his hips off the bed to allow me slip them off. As I was pulling them over his ankles, I got a quick look at the crack of his ass. It too was hairy, with a trail that lead to his balls and around his cock before amassing in a thick bush of pubic hair. His penis, was short but thick and when he returned his legs back to the previous position, his penis lay back in that mass of dark hair. Its tip already oozing a drop of precum from the head.
I then began to gently kiss the inside of his thighs as my hands continued to travel up and down his legs. I then began to lick him, working my tongue from his inner thighs to his balls. His moans came more audible and more frequent. His balls were also hairy, and I teased each one with the tip of my tongue, then licking the sack in its entirety.
The smell of soap told me that he was clean, and after his balls had received sufficient attention for the moment, I began to lick the base of his penis, traveling slowly up the length, flicking my tongue back and forth, feeling the throbbing as I continued towards the head.
Then I hit that spot. You know, that spot at the base of the head. Most men don’t know the anatomical name of that spot, but they all know that it is a spot, when touched can be immensely pleasurable. I touched it…..with the tip of my tongue. I teased it, moving my tongue side to side, then circling it in small circles until I zeroed into its very center, wiggling my tongue against his throbbing cock. His breathing was more excited and he grabbed at my hair to stop. He was close and did not want to shoot so quickly. I stopped and looked at him. His torso was heaving with excitement, his face beet red, and the head of his cock was an angry purple, oozing precum and wetting its nest of hair.
I watched him lay his head back down, grabbing a pillow to prop his head so that he could have a good view of whatever I was to do next. I then took his cock into my mouth. He gasped as I slid my lips around it and traveled the shaft to the base. Instead of sucking him, I held him there. My lips firmly around the base, the entire shaft in my mouth, and its tip in the back of my throat. I did not suck him.
My hands now traveled up his torso, starting in the public hair, up to his belly, and up to his chest. My fingers gently combing thru his chest hair, locating his nipples, which were standing firmly. Using my index fingers, I touched just the tips, then rolling them gently with a finger and a thumb. He began to moan again, and his hips rose off the bed to thrust into my mouth and pull out. Instead I held him firmly, not allowing him to fuck my mouth. Once again his orgasm was getting close. I pulled off of him, removed my hands from his chest, and his body fell back onto the bed.
I then returned my mouth to his inner thighs and moved my hands to his ankles. I licked and I kissed. As my hands were massaging his lower legs, my tongue worked its way back to his balls, licking the sensitive skin. I then started to lick under his balls moving lower and into the dense hair of his taint. Anatomically it’s known as the perineum, but for anyone who has ever experienced the pleasure of oral stimulation in that area, it’s the taint. As I began to lick that very spot, my hands slid to his ankles once again, but this time I grabbed them and lifted them high and wide, allowing my tongue to slide to his asshole.
At first I admired the vulnerability of its pink entry point and faint smell of soap. Seeking entry to such a spot is best done when it’s wanted. To be wanted, one must be convincing. My tongue began to lick the hairs around the opening. With rhythmic determination, my tongue licked each one,, laying them flat until his hole was fully exposed. The stimulation of this entire area had him moaning and panting for air. When I touched my tongue to the soft pink tissue of his hole, he cried out in pleasure. My first reaction was that he was in pain, but I was quick to realize I was taking him somewhere he had never been.
I then pulled off of him. I told him in get on all fours. He scrambled up on the bed and I positioned him so that he was showing me his ass. My mouth moved in and I began to lick the entire length from the cleft of his cheeks to his balls. Each time I passed over his hole, I would swirl my tongue around it. Sometimes I would wiggle my tongue against it briefly before continuing. Then I began to lick it with every pass, and with every pass I spent more time teasing it.
At this point he had his head buried in the pillow with his head turned to gasp for air, his ass was high in the air and my face was buried in it. Next, I slid my hand up to his cock and closed my hand around his shaft. I then pulled it back so that it was pointed straight down toward the mattress. My hand then opened and my thumb was pressed firmly on the frenulum. I then began to rub “the spot” on his penis while my tongue worked on his asshole.
Suddenly he cried out louder than before and it continued while his cock grew even harder, more engorged, and then exploded a load of cum. His hips convulsed pressing my tongue into his hole as his cock pushed against my open hand. When the last of the cum oozed from his dick, he collapsed on the bed.
Several years ago, when Craigslist had more content, I was online one day and the following ad caught my eye.
MWM looking for MWM in DC for regular get togethers. I am new at this and very nervous. Discretion and safety is number one. Looking for someone curious like myself. Need to find someone in DC due to limited time to get away, so if you are curious,40 to 60 and very very safe and discreet, drop me a line and lets meet. I am 6ft 195lbs, age 45 married 19yrs 2kids work in sales. Send as much info as you can about yourself and your pics get mine. Like I said I am very discreet so lets just jump in and meet and see where it goes.
I responded to the ad, explaining that I had been in a committed relationship, and that I was free to meet. I also added that I needed to be very discreet and had a place of my own where an encounter could be arranged.
Several emails went back and forth heightening interest on both parts. Once the pictures were exchanged, we decided to meet. I suggested a parking lot at a nearby park that was also not far from my apartment. We traded the make and models of each other’s cars.
At the arranged time, I parked my car, and immediately saw his green pickup pull in. He saw my car and headed towards me. Fortunately, I backed my car into a space, so that when he pulled in, we could see each other face to face. I got out of my car and approached him. After a few nervous minutes of conversation, I invited him back to my place. He eagerly accepted and followed my car.
Once we got to my place, he seemed to relax slightly, but was still very unsure of how things were going to happen and how he was going to react. I offered him a glass of water and suggested that he sit on the sofa. When I returned, I handed him the drink and sat next to him. He sat there holding his glass, not sure what to do. In my conservation with him via email, I knew what to do and also knew what he wanted. In short, he did not want to be the aggressor. Not that he wanted something to happen, but he was not sure how to go about it. He asked me about my apartment and I began talking to him in an assuring tone. At one point in the conversation, I allowed my hand to touch his leg, not so much as to make a pass, but to illustrate a point that I was making in the conversation. When I did so, his legs seemed to relax and they spread just a bit. As I continued talking to him, my hand would return to touch his leg more and more. There was no caressing, no groping, just a casual touching that occurred as I talked.
It was not long before he relaxed. He placed the glass on the coffee table, spread his legs a little wider, and turned his attention towards me and smiled. I continued my conversation, answering questions about myself and where I lived. At one point his leg moved and touched mine. I then placed my hand on his leg and began to gently drag my fingers from his knee to his thigh, moving back and forth slowly. I then began to change the content of the conversation to him. I told him that he looked better in person than in his photo. I also complimented him on his slacks, Dockers actually, and continued my slow caress of his leg. His breathing got coarser, his legs spread more, and he tilted his head back and closed his eyes. His crotch had already begun to show his erection, but I did not grab him there. Instead, I suggested that he remove his slacks.
He stood, walked a few steps from the sofa, removed his shoes, unbuckled his belt, and removed his slacks, laying them on a nearby chair. He asked if he should remove his shirt, but I told him to do what he felt comfortable doing. He then smiled and removed his shirt. Although he had an erection, what I saw from the parted folds of the fly of his boxers, was a mass of dark pubic hair. His chest was broad and slightly hairy around the nipples. His belly too was hairy which seemed to continue beyond the waistband of his boxers. He was obviously comfortable with his body and seemed to appreciate showing it off to someone who liked it.
My apartment, which is centrally located in DC, is a studio apartment. The living and sleeping areas are in one large room. I then told him to sit on the end of the bed. I then moved toward him and knelt in front of him. As I continued talking to him, my voice got softer, gentler, and my hands began to slowly travel up and down his legs between his ankles and knees. My face was not far from his crotch, but I made no attempt to grope him. My hands simply explored his legs, moving farther up over his knees to his thighs. He obviously enjoyed the sensation and lowered his back onto the bed, his legs still over the end and my body positioned between his knees.
My hands began to slowly move further up his legs, now caressing the inside of his thighs. He occasionally would moan slightly when my fingers got closer to the leg openings of his boxers. The spreading of his legs seemed to encourage more exploration inside his shorts. My fingers slipped inside each leg until I could feel his soft and hairy nut sack. A sudden intake of air told me that he was enjoying this more and more.
I then removed my hands and grabbed the waistband to pull off his shorts. He lifted his hips off the bed to allow me slip them off. As I was pulling them over his ankles, I got a quick look at the crack of his ass. It too was hairy, with a trail that lead to his balls and around his cock before amassing in a thick bush of pubic hair. His penis, was short but thick and when he returned his legs back to the previous position, his penis lay back in that mass of dark hair. Its tip already oozing a drop of precum from the head.
I then began to gently kiss the inside of his thighs as my hands continued to travel up and down his legs. I then began to lick him, working my tongue from his inner thighs to his balls. His moans came more audible and more frequent. His balls were also hairy, and I teased each one with the tip of my tongue, then licking the sack in its entirety.
The smell of soap told me that he was clean, and after his balls had received sufficient attention for the moment, I began to lick the base of his penis, traveling slowly up the length, flicking my tongue back and forth, feeling the throbbing as I continued towards the head.
Then I hit that spot. You know, that spot at the base of the head. Most men don’t know the anatomical name of that spot, but they all know that it is a spot, when touched can be immensely pleasurable. I touched it…..with the tip of my tongue. I teased it, moving my tongue side to side, then circling it in small circles until I zeroed into its very center, wiggling my tongue against his throbbing cock. His breathing was more excited and he grabbed at my hair to stop. He was close and did not want to shoot so quickly. I stopped and looked at him. His torso was heaving with excitement, his face beet red, and the head of his cock was an angry purple, oozing precum and wetting its nest of hair.
I watched him lay his head back down, grabbing a pillow to prop his head so that he could have a good view of whatever I was to do next. I then took his cock into my mouth. He gasped as I slid my lips around it and traveled the shaft to the base. Instead of sucking him, I held him there. My lips firmly around the base, the entire shaft in my mouth, and its tip in the back of my throat. I did not suck him.
My hands now traveled up his torso, starting in the public hair, up to his belly, and up to his chest. My fingers gently combing thru his chest hair, locating his nipples, which were standing firmly. Using my index fingers, I touched just the tips, then rolling them gently with a finger and a thumb. He began to moan again, and his hips rose off the bed to thrust into my mouth and pull out. Instead I held him firmly, not allowing him to fuck my mouth. Once again his orgasm was getting close. I pulled off of him, removed my hands from his chest, and his body fell back onto the bed.
I then returned my mouth to his inner thighs and moved my hands to his ankles. I licked and I kissed. As my hands were massaging his lower legs, my tongue worked its way back to his balls, licking the sensitive skin. I then started to lick under his balls moving lower and into the dense hair of his taint. Anatomically it’s known as the perineum, but for anyone who has ever experienced the pleasure of oral stimulation in that area, it’s the taint. As I began to lick that very spot, my hands slid to his ankles once again, but this time I grabbed them and lifted them high and wide, allowing my tongue to slide to his asshole.
At first I admired the vulnerability of its pink entry point and faint smell of soap. Seeking entry to such a spot is best done when it’s wanted. To be wanted, one must be convincing. My tongue began to lick the hairs around the opening. With rhythmic determination, my tongue licked each one,, laying them flat until his hole was fully exposed. The stimulation of this entire area had him moaning and panting for air. When I touched my tongue to the soft pink tissue of his hole, he cried out in pleasure. My first reaction was that he was in pain, but I was quick to realize I was taking him somewhere he had never been.
I then pulled off of him. I told him in get on all fours. He scrambled up on the bed and I positioned him so that he was showing me his ass. My mouth moved in and I began to lick the entire length from the cleft of his cheeks to his balls. Each time I passed over his hole, I would swirl my tongue around it. Sometimes I would wiggle my tongue against it briefly before continuing. Then I began to lick it with every pass, and with every pass I spent more time teasing it.
At this point he had his head buried in the pillow with his head turned to gasp for air, his ass was high in the air and my face was buried in it. Next, I slid my hand up to his cock and closed my hand around his shaft. I then pulled it back so that it was pointed straight down toward the mattress. My hand then opened and my thumb was pressed firmly on the frenulum. I then began to rub “the spot” on his penis while my tongue worked on his asshole.
Suddenly he cried out louder than before and it continued while his cock grew even harder, more engorged, and then exploded a load of cum. His hips convulsed pressing my tongue into his hole as his cock pushed against my open hand. When the last of the cum oozed from his dick, he collapsed on the bed.
