Another Craigslist Day...

I had an amazing experience last night, but I'll tell you about it tomorrow because I have something else going on today. I posted an ad on craigslist because I'm as horny as fuck for cock and to swallow loads. I posted the following ad:

NEED HEAD? HORNY COCKSUCKER AT YOUR SERVICE

Hey men - I'm in serious need of cock to suck tonight from about 5:00 pm till midnight. Got this insatiable need to be fed cum and need to drain balls bad. Not looking for reciprocation, though if you want to that's cool. Just so long as you pump your load right down my throat. Big uncut cocks are especially welcome for deep deep throating action. You must be able to travel to my place downtown. Open to all ages, just be height-weight proportionate and have a big load to feed to me. Lay back on my bed with your legs spread wide open and deliver. I'm 6'3" tall, 195 lbs, good looking, hairy, big cock, chin beard. Replies with pics of your cock get my immediate attention. Married, straight and bi guys are most welcome."

The very first reply to my ad some two minutes after it was posted was from a 28 year-old guy, 5'8", 170 lbs. He attached a pic of a hairy slim torso with what he says is a 6" uncut cock. I could tell he was South Asian, and typically I wouldn't have responded. Just a preference I guess. However I had planned to suck every guy who came through on my ad and was at least half-way decent, and some South Asian men I do find attractive. He said he was working and that he was leaving in about 45 minutes and could be here shortly thereafter. I responded I would be free. In the meantime, I was shooting messages back and forth to the usual anonymous craigslist lurkers who don't often actually come through, give false descriptions of themselves, never seem to have any pics but ask to see more of yours, respond with vague one-liners, are looking for something I clearly said I was not into, you know the drill if you've ever been on craigslist. And yet I love the sexual excitement of craigslist. With all the e-mails I have received so far, I have a nice straight but curious uncut guy, 36, nice body, into older guys, coming over Thursday at 7:00...

Mr. CL1 texted me at 4:30 that he could be over in 15 minutes. I had already made the bed and gotten ready. He pulls up and heads toward my place - very nice looking guy! Nice jaw line, beautiful facial features. He's got a receding hairline which I like, and typically nice teeth. There! I says to myself... He comes to the door, knocks, I let him in. I can instantly tell he's straight and never gets good head at home from his wife, but he loves receiving head and gets it from men expertly from time to time when he needs it. He's nervous, "...maybe this guy's a little old for me," he thinks to himself. I start walking toward the bedroom. He follows me, starts taking off his pants, sits on the side of the bed. He's thinks further to himself, "What am I doing here?" I take off my pants and get down on my knees. He leans back on my bed with his hands clasped behind his head, and resolves to enjoy it while looking straight up to the ceiling indifferently. He's completely flaccid with all his foreskin overhanging the head of his cock. I start my appointed task. He slowly but surely gets hard, not moving or making a sound. I was deep throating him, giving him one of the best blow jobs he has ever had. I could tell he was thoroughly enjoying every stroke of my hot mouth despite his lack of movement or sound, and after a while I asked him if he was enjoying himself. He looked down at me and said that he totally was. He was in fact a good 6 inches, thin cock, making it easier for me to handle. I sucked him off for about a half hour when I started to get tired. He certainly wasn't getting tired yet as he just continued to lay there hard as a rock receiving an amazing blow job. I asked him if he could bring himself close by hand (hint hint). I pulled up his t-shirt to expose a beautiful hairy chest with a big pillow of fur in the centre of his torso. He began pumping his cock by hand with my open mouth at the head of his cock. I continued licking his head while he stroked, then put the head of his cock entirely in my mouth. I could tell he was getting close by very subtle body movements, then a small vocalization announced the impending explosion, then hot jizz filling my mouth. He pulled his hand away so that he could throw the last few pulses freely into the rhythmic mouth-strokes I was giving him. As a reward, I went deep on his cock as the last few twitches eased up while he finished his delivery. He got up from the bed, got dressed, thanked me, and was on his way.

My second guest CL2 arrived at 7:30. In our e-mails, he indicated we had met about a year earlier. I did recognize having seen his e-mail address before, but couldn't remember anything about him. He said he had 7 inches cut, and wanted to offer me some reciprocation. Height and weight checked out, so I told him to come over. He said he'd be about 30 minutes. When he arrived I did vaguely recognize his face and body, but still couldn't remember our scene. We went directly to my bedroom. I'm not big on idle chit-chat or having a drink to break the ice. I like to smoke a bit of weed just before my sex partner arrives and get right to it. By the way, I took up smoking weed again about 5 years ago for sex, and let me tell you, the sex becomes so incredibly amazing. The drawback to increasing weed consumption is your memory starts to fade a bit. Hence my inability to recall this fellow.

We started kissing. He has an incredible barrel-chest with perky nipples and coarse trimmed chest hair. So coarse, the hairs remain stiff when you rub your hand against his chest. He asked if he could suck my cock. I said yes. Then it came back to me - as he was deep throating me, his sharp teeth were really scraping at the base of my cock. I had to tell him 5 or 6 times to open his mouth a bit wider. Now I remembered why I didn't call this guy for a repeat - the last time he shredded my cock with his teeth!!! Finally I'd had enough. I pulled him off. I went to work on his cock. He was correct in that it was thick with a nice big head at the knob, but more like 5.5 inches. I started sucking him, and noticed his piss hole was very wide right down to the base of his head - I could have put my index finger into that piss hole. I used my tongue to play with his hole, and he said he enjoyed that. He was doing poppers through the whole session, which is fine by me, but then he seemed to loose his erection. One of the reasons I don't do poppers, and also since I took Viagra this evening, poppers are strictly verboten. I have had a throbbing cock for the last 4 hours, and a raging hard-on when I'm playing, and loving it! Anyway back to my guy. We end up on the bed with me propped up on pillows. I have now clearly told him to open up his teeth at the base of my cock. He acknowledges and is doing better. He does suck me for about 10 minutes, then stops and asks me if I'm going to come for him. I said no, not yet. He asks me why, I told him because I have a few other guys to do yet tonight. He tells me he won't be able to cum because of the poppers (another thing that just popped up in my memory of our other encounter), I thank him for dropping by, good-bye, close the door. I don't plan on cumming until I've had my fill tonight, so I was most happy with that. I'm still working on a few others by e-mail, but no concrete plans any further for the moment...

Well, all the connections I made have now fizzled out, my ad has been buried behind hundreds of new posts, so I'm going to call it a night. I'll leave my ad up and see what shakes out of it for the next few weeks.

Tea Time

I usually get off work at 5:00 p.m. My favorite tearoom closes at 5 from Monday to Wednesday, but is open till 7:00 p.m. Thursdays and Fridays. So I went to see what was happening. Tearooms are really hit and miss - often you'll find old married trolls, ugly guys, fat guys, whatever. Sometimes you'll hit the jackpot. I think the internet killed the tearoom (also known as cottaging).

There was a time where the city had a good dozen really active tearooms. As I mentioned in a previous blog post, my favorite was the bus terminal. The bathroom was located on the lower level, so it was discrete enough to attract any and all guys. Though the doors were kept open, there was a bank of sinks that created a wall to the 8 toilets at the far end of the public washroom. If someone came in, they wouldn't be able to see if you had slid under the stall, or were servicing the guy next to you. You would be able to get up and sit back down discretely before being seen. People also make more noise walking down stairs so that would usually alert you that someone was coming. With 8 toilets to choose from, if the guy(s) sitting next to you weren't interesting, you could always move. This tearoom was total musical chairs. Alas the bus depot relocated to newer more modern facilities and the old terminal was closed. The busiest downtown mall washroom was also closed after a renovation, as did a few hotels. So that left the underground parking garage washroom in the mall. Noisy double doors and a discrete location make this spot not too bad, but there are only two stalls so there is often a line-up, and some people just don't know when their time is up. I like to sit in the handicapped stall because its much more spacious. A regular stall is tight and I'm having trouble with my knees, so its awkward and difficult to get back up quickly if someone comes in.

I met a guy with a beautiful uncut dick a few weeks ago, and he moaned and thrust as I was blowing him. He asked me to slow down so he could enjoy the job. Finally he came with fantastic streams of cum shooting into my mouth. Yesterday, I arrived at the tearoom to find three of the usual suspects. This young really skinny guy, terribly ugly with a small cock. I'm sorry but I can't bring myself to do it. Even if he were the last guy on earth. Another very young guy, about 20, a bit effeminate but a big thick cock. He likes to edge and goon for hours until his cock is practically raw. The third guy was also young, also about 20, nice enough uncut cock, but fat. I didn't want to wait around, so I left. The slimmer young guy followed me to another washroom in the mall where we stood at the urinals for a while and just stroked. He doesn't want any oral action - only jerking. I have seen him around for a couple of years now, but hadn't ever seen him cum. We've been talking recently while we stroke about who's been in and what's been happening. I told him I had never seen him cum. He said he gets too nervous. After a while and a few too many guys coming in to actually use the facilities, I decided to check back at the other location.

I arrived to find the fat guy still there, so I sat down anyway and made no motion that would have indicated any interest, such as tapping the feet or sliding hand or fingers on the underside of the stall wall. He probably had to get home to mama for supper so he left shortly thereafter. My gooner returned and took the spot beside me. He crouched down and slid part-way under the stall wall, but deliberately just out of reach of getting sucked. It looked like he just wanted to jerk off. I jerked his cock the way he likes it - loose and rubbing his head. He took over the job while I stroked his balls and that area on the inside of the thighs. I could tell by the way he sped up the stroking he wanted to deposit a load on the floor beside be. For the first time in all the times we have stroked together he came. He just stayed down there for a while longer as I stroked his cock during the relaxation stage. When he left I cleaned up his mess, lit up a smoke and waited to see if anyone else would come in.

A short while later, another younger guy arrived. Nice shoes, about size 8 feet, decent jeans. I could tell he wasn't a homeless person by the quality of his clothing and footwear. I like to stroke my cock and let the shadows on the floor alert my neighbour that I'm stroking my cock rhythmically. The shadows next door tell me he's leaning forward to check me out. I keep my legs spread wide and just beat my cock. Ah ha - he's interested. I lean forward enough to look under - his legs are also spread wide with his pants to his ankles, and he has very hairy legs. Love those Mediterranean guys! A bit more forward now and he too is stroking his cock...

I like to surprise a guy I'm sitting next to by fully thrusting my fully bloated cock right under the stall wall before they have had a chance to have a good look at it. Nothing is more sexually arousing than having a really big man meat come wizzing out at you. Usually guys will say "holy fuck!" and then start chowing down on my cock. I think this guy was bisexual and probably timid, new to cock play, or not a cock-sucker. He grabbed my cock and stroked it a bit. Well, I needed more than that, so I pulled out, crouched down and leaned forward signalling to him to bring his cock under. He obliged. Nice 7.5 inch cut cock, but not terribly thick. He too didn't quite bring it under enough, so I had to strain to get as much of it into my mouth as I could. It didn't really matter much because he came in about 20 seconds. He did the courteous thing by announcing "I'm cumming" giving me the opportunity to decide if I wanted to take it or finish the job by hand. I could taste the first stream and it was nice, but decided I would finish it by hand. He too left a nice deposit for me. I actually enjoy cleaning a guy's cum off the floor, so I wiped it up ready for the next visitor.

A short while later another guy came in. Again, nice shoes and jeans. I look under, he looks under. Once we established a mutual understanding, he pulls up his pants so that he can stand on the toilet and look down into my stall. As he's watching me, I'm stroking myself as cock-proud as I can be. He starts jerking himself off furiously, and asks if I can show him my ass. Though the area is a bit cramped, I leaned forward with my asshole as exposed as possible to give him a show. As he approached his orgasm, I told him to blast his cum all over the stall wall. He climbs down from his perch and starts blasting his cum directly into the toilet. I knew he was going to shoot so I looked over the stall wall just in time to see him jizz. That's one of the benfits of being tall... He cleans himself up a bit and leaves.

Another guy came in at about 6:35 - only a few more minutes until the cleaning lady comes in to bust up the party and lock it up for the night. I have been roused out of there many times by the cleaning ladies. They obviously know what's going on in there based on all the graffiti on the walls. When they see the same guys day after day, they get to know the tearoom traders. They always give you that disgusted glare. Makes me chuckle... Anyway, this guy looks promising - he's checking things out under the stall, I do the same. Surprisingly, he pulls up his pants and leaves his stall. He's now peeking into my stall, so I open the door to show him my cock. He stares at it intently, then decides to leave. These odd situations occur from time to time, but considering he would have known the cleaning lady was coming soon, he may have decided to head out. I too pulled up my pants and checked out.

Here's a video and a link to an xtube video that shows you what tearoom play is all about:

http://video2.xtube.com/watch.php?v_user_id=ldg2006&idx=8&v=jLZLA_G721_&cl=B1shV_G721_&from=&ver=3&ccaa=1&qid=&qidx=&qnum=&preview_flag=