Out-of-Towners

In my (limited) experience, Craigslist can be a great source of hookups or full of bullshitters and flaky faggots. So I tend to be careful around it. If I post an ad, with a picture, and ask that responders give what they are looking for or where they are located or at least their stats (I understand that not everyone is comfortable sharing a pic right away), and I get a "sup?" as the entire email, yeah...you're not getting a response. Dumb jocks can be hot fucks, but if you cannot follow a simple request — Christ, never mind. 

Anyway, we get a lot of out-of-towners here, people visiting for business and away from their wives or gay alums who want to relive their undergrad days with a good fuck on campus. Who am I to deny them? I'm not out at this point so I'd rather not hookup with other students — being as health-conscious and gym-going as the next gay guy, there's a very good chance I'd run into a hookup around the free weights or treadmill, and that's just awkwardness I'd rather avoid. So, anyway, if a guy posts on Craigslist that he's staying at one of the area hotels, my ears tend to perk up. And if he says he's just looking to suck cock and lick some balls and ass, even better.

Which is how I found myself shooting emails back and forth with a random poster last night. He didn't post a picture (understandable — see above) and wasn't looking for reciprocation. Didn't even want to kiss, from what I could tell, just wanted his tongue on a cock and set of balls. He said he was in a hotel, about four miles away. Too far for me to walk. But he had a car and was willing to pick me up, take me back to his hotel, and drive me back afterward. Now that's service.

(You might be asking yourself, "How do you know he'll be an out-of-towner?" Well, a student looking to hookup wouldn't say he's 40, since guys are almost always low-ball their real age. Suppose he said he was 27 or 28, how would I know he's not another grad student (or some Van Wilder-esque undergrad)? One trick I've come up with is to make it sound like we'll go back to his place, usually when his messages start to sound like some variation of "Im on my weigh." (Something about a hookup email makes people's spelling and grammar go to shit.)  Then, at the last minute I'll say, "Well, we could just do it here." Gives me good reason to believe he's an out-of-towner, since he was willing to host in a hotel, but keeps me from having to go to his place. In this kind of situation, where I will obviously be the dominant one, it's pretty lame to have to rely on him to host and for a ride.)

Anyway, we shoot some emails back and forth, he's willing to come get me, we establish that this is just about him sucking me, and we're good to go. I pick up the place a little, though it doesn't need much work. I wait for a bit too long for only a four-mile drive. Starting to think he's flaked out on me. Goddamn faggots, what the fuck? Can't bust a nut without some fucking games being played. If I didn't have a hardon I'd just try to sleep — when my phone lights up with a text message. "Here." Bingo.

He matched his stats, though I didn't realize he was foreign and had some Central European accent. Didn't really care that he could stand to lose a few pounds since this was about him giving me a tongue bath.

I let him in and before I had the chance to kill one of the lights he was unbuckling my jeans and peeling back my zipper. Nice. I flopped down on the bed, hands behind my head while he worked. Alternating between my balls and cock, he gave some pretty good head. I've had better, but it wasn't bad and definitely better than some of the teeth jobs I've received in the past. What made it better than it would have been otherwise was that this was totally non-reciprocal. I didn't touch him at all, no kissing, nothing. I'm normally very giving but I could tell this guy would get off — later, on his own, jerking his cock, thinking about sucking mine — if I just allowed him to work. Eventually he started playing with my ass, tonguing it and grazed it with a finger. Nope, this is about cock worship, buddy. 

I stood up, with him still sitting on the bed, and fed him my cock that way. He was in too awkward a position to reach my asshole and I could better face-fuck him this way. When I got more aggressive, holding his head still and pumping in and out, he started sucking like crazy. Occasionally I could pull away and shove my balls into his mouth to keep from cumming. By this point he was whimpering when I would pull my junk away from his mouth. The fucking cocksucker was practically begging me at this point. I knew he wanted my load and when I asked him if he wanted it down his throat, I knew the answer before he gave a muffled "yefp." Shit, I knew it half an hour ago when he first deep-throated me. 

So I grabbed his hair in one hand and jerked myself a little with the other while he held my cock head in his mouth and sucked. He must have sensed me getting close because he started deep-throating me again. That was enough to push me over the edge. A good six or seven spasms right into his mouth. Greedy little bitch swallowed it all.

(I can't help but wonder if this is the start of a new dominant streak in me?)

Weak in the knees I stepped away but he tried to keep sucking my now-sensitive cock. That's enough, man. I let him lick my thighs and kiss my balls some more before I retrieved my briefs from the floor and put my cock away. Still slick with spit and semi-hard, straining against the white cotton.