Adult encounters are often hard to arrange in small towns. I learned that shortly after moving to Traverse City, Michigan. It's a great town for tourists seeking fun, but for those of us who live here (the Permafudge), naughty hookups require creativity. Back in the day, Craigslist was a great resource for M2M fun, but since they discontinued personal posts, you have to cum up with new ways to beat the system. I'm sure I'm not the only one who wandered into Craigslist's "Activities", looking for something other than stamp collecting. it doesn't take long to spot the posts with double meanings and it's easy to create your own with titles like "Woodworkers". To their credit, CL has gotten really good at spotting the prospectors and deleting their posts, but with the right "activities" it's possible to at least get a couple of hits before getting flagged and removed. I recently managed to fly under the radar with a post that stayed active for a few days. That's where I met Steve. Usually people who respond sort of beat around the bush to see what I'm actually looking for, but Steve got right to the point. One email exchange was all it took and the next day I hooked up with Steve in a parking lot for a little chat. Encounters of that sort usually result in...well...no results, but this time I quicklywound up with a very hard cock in my mouth and a very delicious new friend. Steve and I talked for a few minutes about the difficulties of being married men with heated hobbies and then, because we both felt very comfortable, he invited me to follow him to his apartment. We didn't waste time getting down to business. Steve was on the couch in a hot minute with his pants pulled down, and I was on the floor ready to rock. His cock didn't look very big, but I've learned not to judge a soft cock until I've had the opportunity to coax it a bit. I once blew a guy with a very tiny soft cock, only to find myself with eight hard inches in my mouth in less than a minute. Steve's shaft felt warm and wonderful as I wrapped my lips around it. Any good cocksucker with a bit of experience knows what I'm talking about. I love the feeling of a man's meat as it gets hard in my mouth and Steve obviously loved the moment as much as I did. I used my lips and tongue like the champion cocksucker I am, and in less than a minute found myself wrapped around six very hard inches of throbbing cock. Some size queens might find the average six-inch cock to be slightly less than thrilling, but I never complain as long as they're nice and hard. Steve made up for any length issues with ample thickness. His cock, in fact, turned out to be a perfect member for my admiration society; just long enough to completely engulf and just thick enough to kick me into overdrive. I worked his hard wood expertly, making love to his dick slowly and sensually. I was just getting started, really, when he gently pulled back from my mouth, a bit embarrassed, I guess, about the fact that he was about to cum.
Cock worship is a skilled trade. Too many cocksuckers just go for the blow like maniacs. All they want is the reward. They should be drummed out of the corps. A true cocksmith knows how erotic it is to pace the action. When Steve pulled back for a break, I gently licked his balls, giving the head of his cock a few seconds to regain its composure. After you've gotten to know more than a few cocks, you gain an intrinsic instinct for when to back off so your buddy can enjoy the experience longer. Steve and I quickly established an excellent rhythm; building him up to just below a full boil and backing off for a few seconds while his cock pulsed, hard as hell and fairly begging for more. Since this was our first encounter, Steve was only able to withstand a few cycles of oral edging. I only got to work his shaft three or four times before he went over the falls. I didn't cumplain. Dedicated cocksuckers understand what I'm alluding to; it's the exquisite moment when your lips and tongue feel the cream-tube on the bottom of his cock starting to swell and thrum rapidly. I'd love to make that moment last forever, to freeze the moment when my cock is pulsing in lockstep with his. I didn't know how long Steve had gone without necessary attention, but when he came it felt like three or four guys cumming off all at once, filling my mouth with my favorite hot cocktail. His cum was absolutely delicious.
I apparently made a good first impression. Steve emailed me the next day about two minutes after his wife left for work. Since then, we get together whenever we can, a few times a week, though I'd gladly suck him off twice a day if I could. Most guys are pretty quiet and quiescent while I'm going steady with their cocks, but Steve was verbal from the start, calling me out for exactly what I am - a cum slut. I've become his personal cock slave and miss his meat any day when I can't wrap my head around it. We've become very comfortable with the arrangement, and why not? He gets to be expertly serviced whenever he wants it, and I get to savor his superb cum each time. On our second sesion, Steve told me that his wife has no interest in blowing him whatsoever. She doesn't know what she's missing. I do, and I love it. Her loss.
By now, I guess, Craigslist has my number and I won't even try to slip an "Activities" post past their censors again. I'll leave that up to somebody else. I don't see many posts under that heading here in northern Michigan, but I'll definitely check out any that pop up...so to speak. Happy hunting, gentlemen. Be careful, play safe, play hard.