Tuesday, March 30, 2010

12/23/09


A highly efficient CL connection. Someone in my neighborhood wants a blo. The title is simplicity itself: ISO NSA BJ. I like that.

thirty three, five nine, one sixty five, seven cut thick, healthy, ddf
very discrete, you host
email stats, age, pic, location and lets make this happen

And I'm here to take care of those kinds of needs. The email back and forth consists of "where?" "When?" and not much more. A short IM conversation got him my address. And he's here within 20 minutes of our first communication. The most demanding question he asked was whether I smoked. Apparently he doesn't like smokers, but then, who does anymore?

His email address contained a hint that he was blonde - which made me worry that he might be a bleached and colored fool. But my worries were misplaced. He was blonde. The real thing. His short crewcut hair was just barely distinguishable from his skin. Very, very blonde. And nice looking. Slightly heavy, but no problem. Wearing a big black down coat and Puma shoes.

I showed him in, asked if he wanted a seat. He paused at that offer, so I dropped directly to my knees. He had his jeans undone practically before I could bury my face in the denim. His cock, small and soft. His pubes, as blond as the rest of him, were neatly trimmed. (A crime, I might add - these hairs in full flower would be something to behold, something to lose one's nose and tongue in. Darned modern grooming. Such a waste.)

He was an aggressive face-fucker, with a small enough cock that I had no difficulty at all handling the assault. He lasted not two minutes, and thrust so deep to spew his liquidy sharp tasting load that a swallow was probably inevitable. In the moments I was processing this thought, out of the corner of my eye I spotted a wedding ring. 'Huh?. . . left hand, second finger . . . yup, checks out'. That thought gelled in my mind, it was down the hatch. I kept it warm for him another 15 seconds, and he pulled out. When I went back for another taste, he was already buttoning up.

And that was it. Exceptional efficiency. And a first: I've never seen a married guy not mention that fact.

1 comment:

  1. auto90403@hotmail.comApril 1, 2010 at 3:34 PM

    Great blog. Got here via your massage post on LPSG. Spent the last 2 hours reading you from the beginning.

    Question: I'm a (very) former Chicagoan. Are you in Streeterville or the Gold Coast? Those have to be the only neighborhoods where you're just minutes from all those hotels.

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