blindfolded

I guess I'm like most guys in that going to the gym gets me in the mood to fuck. I'm not sure why exactly. Could be the endorphins. Could be the little funk you get when you work up a sweat after a long day. Could be the corn-fed farmboys and lean frat boys that crowd the campus gym. Probably a mix of all three. Either way, I'm not complaining. ;-)

Last year I would get up early, lift, jerk off in the shower, have class all day, study, and go for a run at night if the weather wasn't too bad. This year I'm running and lifting at night, in one large segment. This poses certain problems: the gym can be crowded unless you're there at 11 p.m.; I have to make sure I eat dinner by 6 so I'm not lifting on a full stomach (I hate the feeling); and this leaves me horned up like no other. And since I don't have class I'm not satisfied with the old knuckle shuffle in the shower.

So the other night, it was chest and back day, I cruised through the Craigslist ads after lifting. Lots of a business guys, visiting for work or a football game, some of them married, posted things that were "on campus" but actually several miles away. The ones that were close were either morbidly obese tops or over 60 — not my cup of tea. One though seemed promising: 30s, black, looking to suck. In a hotel just down the street. Score. I shoot him an email, give him my stats, and he responds "Cool — want the room number? how quick can u be here?" Eager cocksucker, this one.

I shoot back a few e-mails, testing the waters to make sure this guy was for real — seemed legitimate — and his eagerness to suck my not-yet-washed-from-the-gym cock (he said it was a turn-on suggested a serious submissive streak in him. I told him I was down if I found him on his knees and blindfolded. I've wanted to try that scene for a while now and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. He was game. Told him I would be about 10 minutes.

Throw on my jeans and sneakers and walk over. I walk past the room once on accident and backtrack to see it propped open. Open the door to the darkened room to see his outline, kneeling and blindfolded, just as told.

I walk up to him and grab his head, forcing it into my jeans. Keep mashing his face into my denim and he moves hims hand up to undo my zipper. I move his hands away and make his mouth keep working my rapidly hardening cock. Once the front my jeans are wet from his saliva, I unzip and he takes my head into his mouth. 

I've had good, toe-curling, weak-in-the-knees blowjobs. I've had bad, what's-with-all-the-teeth?, unenthusiastic blowjobs. This guy was incredible. Enthusiasm in spades and you could tell he's sucked more than his share of dick. Definitely knew what he was doing. To keep from cumming I'd have him lick and suck my balls and tongue that spot between my nutsack and asshole. Every so often I would pull back and he'd have his tongue out, panting like a fucking dog, but I'd use the opportunity to slap his cheeks with my saliva-covered cock.

It's easy to become dominant in these type of situations — especially when the sucker is not looking for reciprocation — so I would reach down and tug on his nipples and his give erect cock a few slaps. On a few of the harder hits he would whimper and gasp. Yes.

He said he was getting close — I had ordered him to jerk off — or I think that's what he said since he had my left nut in his mouth at the time. He asked if he could get off his knees and lie back on the bed while he finished himself off. "Yeah, whatever, make it fast." "Thank you." He stood up and felt his way to the edge of the bed and laid back while I straddled his chest and fed him my cock and balls again. As he started to cum he increased his pace and his technique improved, if that's possible. A good three spirts of cum spattered his chest and collected in a pool in his belly button.

About 45 minutes had passed at this point, long enough that I felt like he had gotten what he wanted. I told him to get on his knees and finish me off. I laid back on the bed while he sucked and licked and inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent. That kind of thing — as well as the whimpers and panting when I would pry his lips from my cock — was a total turn-on, and it wasn't long before I was getting close. I told him I was going to cum and he increased his pace, building me to an incredibly powerful, seven-rope orgasm. Swallowed every last drop, even licking his lips to get the bit that dribbled out, as I knew he would.

He kept tonguing my balls and refrained from sucking my now-sensitive head while I collected myself from my post-orgasm bliss. I stood and pulled my jeans back and up and slipped on my sneakers. I gave him a pat on the head — he was still on his knees, naked and covered in cum, patiently waiting for me to release him — on my way out the door. I deleted his contact info from my phone before I reached the sidewalk.