Who wants to check CL on his smart-phone? Me! Me! Me!
I note an ad inquiring whether a nearby XXX bookstore was cruisy. I answer it, not really expecting to get anything out of the effort. "I've been there a couple times, and all I saw was a couple guys who had clearly pre-arranged a meeting." And then I tossed in "you looking for a blo?" Might as well ask, huh?
He wrote back quickly: "Sure. But my car in the parking garage down the street is probably a safer place." And he included his basic attributes . . . 49, MWM (cha ching!), 5", etc. Frankly, looking back, I feel like I was set up. Lured into a casual conversation that turned into a sexual predator's unquestionably pre-meditated car blo. Manipulated or not, I'm not going to say no. A couple more emails, he suggests we meet at the elevators on level 6 at 12:15. See you there, Mr. Manipulator.
I arrive on time, he's approaches a couple minutes later, coming from his car. He's no great beauty. In very average shape for his age. And not in a hot way. I don't know what to say about why he wasn't attractive - I usually go for plain old guy-guys. And it's not like he wasn't guy-like. Or that he was even off-putting. But he did nothing for me.
So I had no reason to back out of it. And I had a reason to stay, that was certain. And I'd committed to this. So dude's getting a BJ. He directs me to a late-model Toyota Avalon. Ick. Cheap, cheezy, self-satisfied ugly car. Tinted windows, and a booster seat in the back. We sit in the front seat, and he quickly fishes out the promised 5". Still soft. Small but not tiny. The one thing I'll say for this tacky car is that there's room enough for a cocksucker to kneel in the front passenger footwell and blo the driver. That's a big plus, though I doubt anyone at Toyota wondered "is the footwell roomy enough to accommodate a cocksucker?" as they designed this fugly ride.
From my face down position on him, if I open my right eye, I'm staring directly at his wedding right. I can also smell smoke on his hands. His cock stiffens up nicely to . . . medium-small size. And he cums after not too much attention from me.
You've heard that smokers' cum tastes nasty? Yup. It's got a strong - for lack of a better term - smoky taste. But not like barbeque smoky. More like filter-off-a-burnt-Marlboro smoky taste. Which is not necessarily bad for cum. I've always thought cum oughta taste like something. There's nothing more disappointing than a watery, flavorless load. Smoky, oddly enough, beats watery.
So, OK, this guy's got his virtues. Convenient, flavorful. OK, that's it.
I pop the door, spit his load on the parking deck and I'm out of there, leaving him to wipe up. Sadly, I didn't think to take a pick of the car until I'd walked away. I'd like to have shown you all the scene of the crime.