Spoiler alert: if you're looking for a story that will give you an instant boner and maybe make you spooge all over your hand, you should probably surf for a title like, "I drank a pint of cum", because this story is more of a journey.
I got an email from a reader asking about my name, "Craig Cruzer", obviously not my real name. It came partially from a dune buggy rental shop, Craig's Cruisers, in a small Michigan resort town, but more significantly, it's about my relationship with Craigslist.
I became a CL cruiser many years ago. At first, I was idly wasting time looking at musical instruments, photographic stuff, etc., but then one day I wandered into the Personals category (this was obviously before they banned it). I was looking mostly through the "straight" listings, not intending to respond, but just curious about what was out there, but then one day I wandered into "guys for guys" territory. I had always considered myself 100% percent heterosexual, but I guess curiosity got the better of me.
I was amazed by how direct and graphic the listings were. Nobody wasted time with flowery language or talk of relationships; it was all about sucking and fucking, and the more posts I read, the more my imagination began to wander. I think I surfed through them without intending to act for weeks or months, but then one day (was it inevitable?) I crossed the line and responded. That's when I learned that Craigslist personals came with no guarantee. So I tried again, and again. I think I was just phishing at the time, not really intending to follow through, but then one day there it was; he lived close by, he just wanted oral fun and his picture was interesting. By that I mean that I was looking at another man's cock and realizing for the first time that I was turned on by it. So we made a "date".
That afternoon, as I rang his doorbell, my heart was pounding. Nervous as hell I wondered, am I really going to do this? My host, unlike myself, was not a rookie. He just said hi and led me into the bedroom. I had no idea how to proceed, but since he was already undoing my belt, I didn't have to think much about protocols or procedures. Until that moment I'd had lots of blowjobs from a small handful of women, but I learned fast that nobody sucks a cock better than someone who has one of his own. I was totally weirded out watching another dude blow me, wondering how I got there and why. On the other hand it felt incredibly good, so I just let my inhibitions go. He worked me over good and got me close to cumming several times, but each time, he backed off long enough to keep me wanting more. This was not his first time at the rodeo.
Then abruptly, he stood up and pulled his pants and shorts down in one quick push and flashed me the "OK it's your turn" look. My knees hit the floor before I had a chance to think about what I was about to do. It was instinctive. I wrapped my lips around his shaft and I realized instantly that I was craving cock. Why had I never realized this side of me before? What the hell was I doing with another man's cock in my mouth? I mean, WTF? Truth be told, none of these questions even entered my mind. I was too busy getting my first taste of hard cock and I was loving every inch of it. I wondered if my technique was any good. It didn't take long to find out, but at the last second I chickened out. I pulled my mouth off his cock and watched him shoot cum all over the floor. To this day I don't understand why I didn't complete what I started, but it didn't seem to bother my host. One thing I knew for certain at that moment: I loved to suck cock and knew I'd want to do it for the rest of my life.
My second donor introduced me to the taste of hot cum and I was off to the races. That was years ago. Craigslist Personals came and went years ago, Doublelist and other sites are hardly worth bothering with, but ironically, since moving to a smallish Michigan town, I've found making connections is easier than it was in the big city! Go figure. Two days ago I took an incredibly satisfying load off a guy with a nice, thick cock and yesterday I got an older guy off. Over the years I've sucked countless cocks, big, little, you name it. I can only imagine how much cum I've swallowed, but no matter how much I get, it always leaves me thirsty for more.
So you tell me...how the hell do I reconcile my craving for cock while being married and in a wonderfully loving relationship for almost 40 years? She knows I've had some experience with other guys, but has no idea what a cock slut she's married to. I feel guilty about it, but the addiction is overpowering and besides, I'm not apologetic. I love to suck cock. Every time I do it turns me on as much as my first taste, and I'll always want to taste it again. Can you relate? I feel no shame about my "hobby". I long ago got comfortable with the fact that this is just a part of who I am. Have you had a similar experience? I'd love to hear about it. Probably half of my encounters have been with other married guys, so know that you're not alone.