Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Stoner Blowjob

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Last April, a new blog appeared with a somewhat familiar title: One Hookup at a Time, written by Jack, a late 40ish guy.  Hmmm.... methinks Jack has a sense of humour!   Jack hardly needs a shout out from me, since in just four months, his blog has had nearly 20,000 visitors.  Sex sells!

My next encounter after Hottie Nurse (which I wrote about here, here and here), resembled a "hookup" of the sort that Jack writes about.

I'd been exchanging messages all week with Mike.  His profile picture featured an amazing, giant-sized cock but no face pic.  Mike  claimed to work as a nurse at the hospital but I suspect he was an orderly.

Mike's profile:   HOt Hung and Horny

42, 5'8", 152lb, 31w, Average, Black Hair, Some Body Hair, Middle Eastern, Looking for:  Friendship, 1-on-1 Sex, 3some/ Group Sex, Misc Fetishes, Relationship, Cam2Cam.
good looking east indian guy looking for hot fun my place or yours.  Vers bottom guy here looking to suck deep throat, get fucked.

Our schedules didn't allow for a hookup all week.   The day after my encounter with Hottie Nurse,  it was my final evening in town and was planning to go the only gay club in town, by all accounts a happening place.  

Just then, Mike sent a message, saying he was ready for a hookup right now.  After a few messages, he phoned me and we discussed the possibilities.  He wanted to do anal with me as top;  I said I wasn't ready for that (at least not with him).  He laughed and said, okay, how about "69?"    I said perhaps, but maybe just exchanging blowjobs would do since I was so inexperienced. Mike sounded very pleasant, quite "normal", so I got his address and took a $35.00 taxi ride to his house.

The house was in an expensive neighbourhood.  A middle-aged, fat man left his family dinner table and answered the door.   (I thought, "Wow, he doesn't look like his profile!)  He said, "My brother Mike lives in the basement..... go around the back."   Clearly, Mike was the crazy gay uncle living in the basement.

I walk to the back patio and found Mike sitting there smoking a joint (marijuana cigarette), clearly his "pre-sex" routine.  He leered at me approvingly; he liked what he saw.  I wouldn't have described him as "good looking" exactly, but otherwise, he appeared to be exactly as his profile claimed.  Mike had a second joint waiting on the table which he kindly offered to me!  (I don't do drugs)  I said, "No thanks, but you go ahead."  While I waited and considered the situation, Mike smoked the second joint.

He finished and said, "Do you still want to come down?"  He was just STONED out of his mind.   I could well have walked away then but he did advertise "suck deep throat" and I wanted to experience that.   I felt completely safe walking downstairs with him;  I outweighed him by nearly fifty pounds and he was so wasted, I could have knocked him over with a feather.

The unfortunate basement apartment, decorated with 60s cast-offs, reeked of cat pee with an underlying scent of moldy carpet on concrete. I felt myself shrivel up down there as we went into the bedroom.

Why did I stay?  I felt at no risk and I really did hope to experience a good blowjob.  We took off our clothes and I arranged mine at the back door for a quick getaway.  He lay down on the bed, apparently comatose, while I took his limp cock into my mouth.  If I had any doubt about my sexual response to men, this encounter confirmed my gayness yet again.  Amazingly, even in these distasteful surroundings, I instantly became rock hard.

His cock grew and grew such that the end of it was touching the back of my mouth and there was still some shaft not in my mouth.  I interrupted my sucking to ask him, "How big is this thing, anyway?"  He said it was seven inches.  No way! it was much bigger than that with a decent girth as well.  Note to self:  Remember to bring  a tape measure and a flashlight to my next hookup.

I deep-throated him as best I could, going slowly, slowly, slowy at his request and not using my hands, also his request. I then increased frequency.  I gagged a few times, but mainly I managed with it just fine.  For me, his cock was just a little too big, just a bit too much work keeping it in my mouth.   Like some bad porn flick, he took my head in his hands and forced me into a full deep throat.  I told him to stop and explained my spinal problem. He stopped.

After about four minutes, he came as I could feel his cock pulsing..... I pulled out and I think he squirted into his stomach.  He showed very little reaction, stoned as he was.  I thought, "Damn, I'm good!"  I asked him if he had come; he had.

He immediately took my entire cock into his mouth (Deep Throat King in action!)  It felt amazing! ... and did some aggressive tongue action on it which felt great.  For the first time in my life, I was gasping out loud during sex.    However, he wasn't pumping back and forth on my cock as I would have needed;  he kept his mouth was completely motionless in the deep throat position.

After about two minutes, he looks up and says, "Did you come yet?"  Was he joking?  I'm like, "NO.... I'll never come unless you pay some attention to the end."

He moved to the end of my cock and did something very unusual, I think.  Has anyone out there ever experienced this?  Just imagine yourself chattering your front teeth together as fast as can.  I think that's what he was doing to the end of my cock, applying an intense "chattering" pressure, except that I could feel no teeth.  I wonder if he was using his teeth, but with his lips curled under as a cushion?  There was no other way that I would explain the intense pressure.

I instantly went from "audible gasps" to being really vocal... I think I was trying to stifle my screams because of the family eating dinner upstairs, but I don't remember.  It was insanely intense, a combination of pleasure and pain.  After a short while, surely less than a minute, I felt muscle spasms and looked down to see both of my legs twitching in an involuntary spasm which travelled all the way up my torso.  I also saw my torso heaving and clenching.... it felt like my guts were being twisted .... not entirely pleasant.

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I was lying on my back, my whole body writhing and having these spasms and after a very short while, I'd had enough.  It gone way beyond the "pleasure" point.  I told him to stop, shook his hand and said, "That was fantastic!", jumped into my clothes and sprinted out the door in 30 seconds flat.  He trotted after me, "Wait, I'll walk you out!"

To save on taxi fare, I took a public bus home.  As it was later on Saturday night in this university town, the bus gradually fulled up with gangs of hottie frat boys and a few girls.   Just as I was getting into ogling the cute boys, I suddenly noticed the smell of cat pee wafting off me.  Ewww!   I moved to the back of the bus, as far away from everyone else as possible.   At the residence, I stripped down and left my cat-pee-scented clothes in the hallway, soaked in a tub and spend the next hour in the laundromat.

 Do I regret this encounter?  Not at all!  The physical part was great, although again, I didn't come.   It formed another part of my gay journey and served to accentuate how special my time with Hottie Nurse really was.

12 comments:

  1. All I can say about this is just what you said: "...served to accentuate how special my time with Hottie Nurse really was."

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  2. Cubby, yes, I wasn't going to tell anyone this story, let alone blog about it. It was a bit distasteful, embarrassing, sleazy even. But on reflection, I am trying to tell the most honest possible story about my coming-out, warts and all, so I felt that this story must be told.

    I wouldn't want some closeted, married, middle-aged guy to think that encounters like the one with Hottie Nurses are a normal hookup. He was probably one in a million.

    Still, I regard my many aspects of experience with the big-dicked east Indian guy to be a positive.

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  3. anne marie in phillyJuly 27, 2011 at 3:16 PM

    hey, not every guy you meet is gonna be a winner.

    ask me how I know this fact...

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  4. Everyone has had those so-so hook ups! Some love and are longing for them! It takes a few rounds to know what it is we really want. Personally I like to know someone more before i get low down and dirty.
    Thanks for sharing this story. Sex isn't always awesome! ;)
    Hugs
    Jon

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  5. As I was told . . . you're gonna have to kiss a lot of frogs before you meet Prince Charming.

    Ask me how I know this fact . . . . (sorry anne marie - couldn't help myself) :-)

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  6. This brings back some memories for me! One of my 1st encounters on my journey was with this hot American daddy. We met at mine and he brought a joint - like yourself - I dont do drugs so only he smoked, but he gave me a great fashion show in his thong! He had a great ass and a gorgeous shaft! Dude - I would have been out of that place in a split second if I were you! Just be careful and don't sacrifice safety for the experience!

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  7. Important lesson to learn: you can say no.

    And walk away.

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  8. how do you get to Carnagie Hall? practice !

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  9. Welcome to the wonderful world of "Tricks that make you go hmmmmm...) Oh and I wholeheartedly agree with RB - you CAN say no and walk away. It's not that hard to do. But then again, you're fighting a lifetime of not getting your weenie worked by a man, and making up for lost time, so there's that! LOL

    And one last thing - I loved having sex blazed.

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  10. RG: Please explain, what does "having sex blazed" mean?

    No offense to anyone, but this is why I hesitated about posting about the stoner hookup. I really don't need everyone wagging their fingers at me like a bunch of old school marms.

    I knew what I was getting into and obviously, I knew I could walk away from the situation. After much consideration and feeling very safe, I chose to go down with him.

    It wasn't perfect, but I don't regret it as I got to experience whatever "Kama Sutra" blowjob technique he was using. Until I find "Mr. Right" (and I am nowhere near ready to start looking), I'm sure I will exchange blowjobs with other strangers as well.

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  11. For the record, I wasn't wagging my finger at you and "tsk-tsking". I was just pointing out the fact that you could've walked away, but didn't because your little head was thinking for your big head. We've all been there - no judgment from me - trust me - I know.

    And "having sex blazed" means to be stoned while having sex.

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  12. The guy smoking the stogie in the 1st pic used to work for me! Very nice guy.

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