Last night, b&c had a volunteer gig ushering for a local theater. They're undergoing a renovation or something, so he had to go all the way to Crystal City, and he didn't feel like driving, so he was going to drive to the closest Metro station, take the Metro waaaaay over to NoVA, take people's tickets, watch the show, take the Metro back to the closest Metro station, and drive home. Metro doesn't run its trains all that frequently on Sunday evenings, and he was going to have to switch lines, so I figured he'd be gone for about five hours. Prime opportunity for a craigslist ad. So I threw up a standard request for submissives.
I got plenty of responses, but they were mostly from guys who wanted to play another time. I was about to retire to the bedroom, with a video, for a long masturbatory session, when I got something more promising:
Hery - just saw your ad. Nice cock. I am 6' 165 45 and 8.5" cut. WMP VGL fit athletic type. I want to be spanked and funcked - I want you to force me to swallow your cum.
I have a cool scene if you are interetsted. I am in [nearby town] - will travel to you.
Well, why not? If there are guys out there needing to be funcked, then who am I not to funck them? I figured it was only polite to inquire about the scene.
I come to your house - lights are out, door unlocked. Porn is on tv. I walk in and no one is around. I sit down and you come up behind me and ask what the fuck I am doing - you are naked and hard. You blindfold me and the order me to remove my clothes and do as you say or you will call the police for breaking into your house. I pull off my pants and you bend me over the couch and give me a damn good spanking (use a belt of spoon - a good spanking, hard, hurt, but not over the top. You then feel bad, rub some cream on my ass, then lick my clean asshole real good.
You then turn me over, stroke my cock (give it a suck if you like), then you put your cock in my mouth. I resist a bit at first, but you keep feeding it gently into my mouth. You tell me suck it or you call the police. I suck it damn good - you turn me over, and gently fuck my tight ass. You pull out and cum in my mouth. You then leave the room and tell me to get dressed and get out of your house.
The idea had merit. I needed to make a few adjustments, though. The best place to watch porn in our house is in the bedroom, so it would be hard to appear from behind him without having to hide under the bed. Also, I don't like to get naked before my guests do: it just seems rude. Anyway, I pitched as an alternative my more standard scene where the guy walks in, partially disrobes, puts on the blindfold, and then I take charge and work him over. He went for that, but then he asked whether I'd be willing to suck him off after I'd fucked him and fed him my cum.
And, you know, it's not that I'm not willing: it's more that I don't know whether the question is a trap. Maybe he wants me to suck him off, but maybe he's just testing me to make sure that he's the only cocksucker in this scene. Maybe if I reveal any inclination to be anything other than total top, it destroys his fantasy. Plus, I'm not all that into giving bj's, but that was really only a minor issue: guys like this cum fast. So I emailed back that if he was really interested in oral, I'd do it provided that he was likely to shoot very quickly. He said he would, so we made arrangements for him to show up soon. I gave him my cell number, but he seemed fairly certain to show up, so I went ahead and gave him my address.
Now, as it happens, slightly earlier in the evening, I'd gotten an email from someone whose address looked familiar but who didn't come up when I searched my gmail. He asked whether I'd gotten multiple replies to the email, and -- this being prior to the response from Mr. Blindfold -- I told him that I had but that none of them was available that evening. I also asked why he wanted to know, and he told me that he'd been to my place once before when I had a group of guys over. He said that he'd only watched because he's very shy and nervous. I knew immediately that he was the shy guy who only watched during a small orgy in February. I told him that I'd love to have him over, but that he'd be the only one there. He said that he thought he was too shy, but he asked for my cell number and asked what would be the latest time I could play, in case he got the nerve. I gave him the info, but there were no further emails, so I forgot about him.
Mr. Blindfold had said that he'd arrive at 8, so when I got a call at 7:50 from a guy who said he was on his way and who asked for some directional clarification, I figured it was Mr. Blindfold calling. I abandoned my game of Word Challenge, (and I was kicking ass, too) switched off almost all of the lights, turned on the porn in the bedroom, put the blindfold on the railing in the entryway, and waited at the computer. I saw lights in the driveway, then I heard the door open. A few moments later, I heard clothes dropping, then the sound of Velcro, and then he said he was ready. I went out, grabbed his ass, gave it a couple of smacks, and then marched him up the stairs. When we got to the bedroom, I slapped his ass through his jeans a few times, then I lowered the jeans and leaned him over the bed. I pulled my belt out of my jeans, looped it, and ran it under his nose and over his torso. Then I raised it and gave him a few easy whacks.
After taking a moment to get his jeans entirely off, I lowered his boxer briefs to reveal his very smooth ass, and I began spanking with more force. Enough to make him shake a bit, but -- per his request -- nothing over the top. I kept that up for a while, and I threw in some talk about not breaking into people's houses. I reached around him a couple of times to tweak his nipples, but mostly I spanked him. I took a short break to spread his cheeks and lick his ass a bit, but then I spanked him some more before shoving him down on the bed and eating his ass in earnest.
My cell phone had rung just as I'd begun spanking him, and then it rang three more times. Finally, I grabbed it, excused myself for a minute, went into the hallway, and answered it. It was Mr. Shy, asking whether he had the right house number. I said, "Oh, shit. I thought you were the guy who's here already." "Can I watch?" "Yeah, ok. The door's unlocked, but be quiet." Oops.
I don't think Mr. Blindfold heard or suspected anything, and I figured Mr. Shy was good at skulking around, but just in case, I turned the porn up and shoved my tongue in. That seemed to be enough to distract him.
I was still eating ass when Mr. Shy appeared in the bedroom. I'd turned the porn up pretty loud, so I was able to pull Mr. Shy out into the hallway and tell him to be sure to keep quiet. He nodded. The next time I saw him, he was back in the bedroom, minus his pants and underwear. I took a moment to play with his ass. He was stroking himself. Then I went around the other side of the bed and told Mr. Blindfold to get on his back. I pulled him across the bed until his head was hanging off the side, and then I started to feed him my cock. He had pretty good oral skills.
Blindfold's cock was pretty hard when I started to fuck his face, and it got a lot harder when I reached down and twisted both his nipples. His body contorted as if he wanted to get away, but his cock was swelling, and he wasn't audibly complaining, so I kept on doing what I was doing. Before long, Mr. Shy had disappeared. Oh well. I felt bad about having messed that situation up, but I was too busy to really dwell on it.
I pulled Blindfold into a sitting position, then I lay down on the bed next to him, and I guided his head down to my cock. I was trying to pull him around so that I could eat his ass at the same time, but he wasn't getting it, so I finally told him: "I want to eat your ass while you go down on me. And don't stop sucking my cock." I pulled him around and slid myself around until I was between his legs, and then I spread his cheeks and started to eat his ass some more. He kept sucking my cock, and I wrapped a leg around his head, just to be sure. It was feeling pretty great, and he seemed to react even more when I slid my hands up under him to twist his nipples.
We did that for a while, and I was just getting to the point where I was going to pull him off me and push him down on the bed and fuck him, when he very abruptly pulled off me and said that he was about to cum. I told him not to, but he apologized and said he couldn't stop it. And I could see him trying, but he came without touching himself. I very quickly grabbed a condom and told him that I was going to fuck him anyway. He didn't object until he actually felt my cock entering his ass. His ass was tight, but it seemed to be accommodating my cock just fine, but he started to wince and move away, and he said that he couldn't take it. I told him that he could, and I got about halfway inside him, but it became clear that he really wasn't prepared to handle it. He apologized again. I pulled him down beside me and stroked his cock for a minute until he said it was too much, then I wrapped one arm around his neck and twisted his far nipple with my hand while I began to jerk myself off. He apologized yet again, and explained that he was very green at mansex. I asked him how many times he'd been fucked, and he said "Only once, and it really hurt that time, too."
I'd have talked with him more, but I was very worked up and getting very close. I sort of forgot that I was supposed to feed him my cum, but it's likely he wouldn't have been all that post-coitally receptive to the idea anyway. When I was about to shoot, I got up, straddled one of his legs, jerked myself a few more times, and then sprayed him with a couple of long squirts that went all the way up to his face. A few moments later, I grabbed a towel and handed him one. He kept the blindfold on, and I handed him his jeans. I thought maybe he'd leave his boxer briefs behind, but he remembered them, and I handed them to him. He got on his underwear and jeans and stepped out into the hallway. I was already stripping the bed when I heard him take off the blindfold and walk downstairs. By the time I had all the linens up, he'd gotten dressed and left.
I don't reckon I'll hear from him again, but you never know. He certainly had fun, but he also seemed very ashamed at not being able to keep from cumming. I, of course, didn't mind at all: it was a fun time. After I started the laundry, I sent an apology to Mr. Shy. I reckon I might see him again sometime, but it'll probably be a while.