Date: Thu, 13 Oct 2016 23:06:38 -0400
From: adventure email <mystery1984man@gmail.com>
Subject: True Story - Craigslist JO Encounter at DC Hotel

True Story - Craigslist JO Encounter at DC Hotel

I always enjoy and appreciate reading the TRUE stories on these erotic fiction
sites, so I figure it's only fair to begin contributing my own. I changed names
and omitted some place specifics for privacy, but all the rest is accurate.

On a Wednesday night I put the following ad on Craigslist (m4m):

"32yo bear who just moved to the area and would like to find a regular JO buddy
for hanging out and jacking off. Like to share porn, stories, and open to
trading a handjob if we're feeling it. Occasionally open to more but only really
safe stuff. DDF and want to stay that way. Open to being actual buddies but
discreet stuff is OK too.

"I can host most of the time, or open to traveling. I also travel a lot for work
but will keep this post up to connect with you DC hotties from afar, so we can
play once I'm back.

"Pics for trade. Tend to gravitate to str8 / straight / bi / bicurious guys and
inexperienced guys around my age, but I'm not a dick, so if you're feeling it,
write me. Good emails and nice cocks get the most attention."

I got a response from a guy who sounded promising and pretty much my type: "I'm
a [mid-30s] yo, hwp, 6'2", 210, 6.5 inch thick/cut, clean, professional, ddf,
good looking wm. I'm in a very nice [DC neighborhood] hotel, laid back, non-
pushy guy with a good looking package (so I've been told). I'm inexperienced but
really want to play. Looking at porn with a big old hard on. Any chance you can
come to me in the next hour? Thanks."

I liked that he mentioned he was DDF and inexperienced but eager. And he
attached two cock pics to the email. In the first his cock is spilling out of
his shorts; definitely cut with a nice, defined head. In the second he's a
little harder and it looks fine, too. Certainly good enough to motivate me to
meet him.

So I messaged him back: "Tell me more about what you have in mind? Big bear/chub
type here, normal guy, friendly. Small junk... Would be fun to rub one out
together, and I'd be game to help you out, but if you don't want to recip, no
prob. Let me know either way?"

I didn't expect to hear back from him to be honest. But I did: "Small is easier
for me to try sucking ;) I'd like to watch porn for a few, try sucking you, and
maybe JO and finish on you. How does that sound. Can you come to [neighborhood]
soon?"

Sucking!? Whoa. Didn't see that one coming. But I've been in the mood for some
head lately, and I don't want to look a gift horse in the mouth by asking if
he's sure. So we traded a couple more quick emails while I showered up and
grabbed an Uber.

Within about 15 minutes I was at his hotel. He gave me the room number and told
me to head up when I arrived-and to knock softly.

You never know what you're going to get with these Craigslist encounters. I try
to keep it safe and reasonable, but I also try not to get my hopes up. I figured
at best this guy would be handsome, at worst he'd be an average Joe buddy to
bust with, which is fine and fun in its own right. So I walked to the elevators
and took a ride up. By that point I had the "Craigslist jitters" - the quickened
pulse and nervous energy-butterflies, I suppose-that goes with doing something I
know is naughty and sexy and a little bit dangerous (measured risk, right?). In
situations like these-hookups at hotels-I always wonder if the other people
seeing me meander through the hotel know what's up. Do they just assume I'm
staying at the hotel? Or does the big guy with the nervous energy
indicate some sort of kinky booty call?

In any event, simultaneously nervous and excited and stuck in my head a bit, I
found his hotel room's door and knocked softly like he asked. There's always
that worry that he'll peep through the hole and decide I'm not his cup of tea.
But the door opened. I was in luck.

You should have seen this guy. Million percent my type of dude. He had a nice
thick head of dark brown hair. Perfectly sized guy. Few inches taller than me
and in good shape. The right size of man to have travel with you on an airplane
adventure comfortably--so not enormous like me--but still big enough to make you
feel proud and safe to be with him.

If memory serves he was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. You could see that he had
muscular hairy legs. Thought about wanting to touch them but since he might be
straight and freak out, and since that wasn't part of the Craigslist
negotiation, I let it go, simply thankful to be able to meet this solid and
handsome fella.

It's always a bit awkward when a new encounter with a straight bate bud starts--
never quite know their comfort zone--so I took a look at the porn he was playing
while we got accustomed to one another. It was an attractive girl sucking a
big/standard pornstar dick. I like straight porn, so I found it hot.

We got to that special moment when our eyes were on the porn and we both knew
what we were there to do, but neither one of us quite immediately pulled the
trigger to whip out our cocks. I probably made some nervous babble chatter about
the porn being hot, and then we both started moving our hands toward our own
dicks. We stripped off our shorts and got our cocks in our hands. Normally I try
to focus on the porn and not leer--at least not right away--but this young man
was so hot I couldn't help but look his way. His cock was out, and he stroked it
while watching the porn. I really tried to do the same, but I couldn't help
myself: I took a few steps closer to him and asked if I could help him out,
while I was actually beginning to reach for his cock, not really waiting for
an answer. It was as if a bolder guy--fueled by his attractiveness--had taken me
over. In retrospect I actually wish I had waited longer to let the lusty
atmosphere brew a bit more before taking it to the next level. But he was just
too hot for me to wait another fucking second.

He let me begin to stroke his cock. He said he was about 8 drinks deep so might
not get all the way hard easily. I didn't care. His cock felt incredible in my
hand. It was a nice length like the photos had suggested, but what I couldn't
tell from the pics was that his cock head was very large and prominent, just how
I like. So I cupped his balls with my left hand and stroked with my right, while
he watched the porn. My belly was clenched and I was beginning to sweat a bit
from the nerves of being so forward with a straight guy who was so hot. And
since we hadn't communicated a ton, it was possible he wasn't super comfortable
with what we were doing. But I didn't want to pry into his personal business.
That said, I noticed he had a silver-looking wedding ring on. That gave me pause
because I make a priority of not fooling around with married guys. But my
disappointment about the ring was pea-sized compared to the overwhelming deluge
of attraction I felt for this guy. I always find straight guys got (and search
them out in porn), and despite the twinge of regret about him being married I
actually ended up finding it kind of hot.

This was all going on in my head while I was stroking him while also trying to
seem not tooooo into it. We hadn't really discussed whether I was gay or bi or
whatever, and I didn't want to let my attraction spook him, so I made a point of
looking at the porn. Practically hurt to take my eyes off his cock. We kept this
up while having a bit of a chat about the porn on screen. He put on a clip of a
girl playing with her jiggly butt. It was shaped like a heart, and it was just
so bouncy...mesmerizing and hot if I'm being honest. He mentioned all of a
sudden in his 30s he suddenly became a butt guy. I believe him and like the idea
that people can develop new sexual appetites over time.

Suddenly he reached over and grabbed my small cock and started stroking it.
Sometimes when I'm so so so attracted to someone I actually lose my boner, but
my little one stayed hard while he stroked me. I was a little surprised he went
for it because he gave me real straight guy vibe. But lucky me.

We stood beside each other stroking one another and watching porn. I'm not much
of a butt guy but his ass was sticking out beneath his t-shirt, and I gave it a
quick rub with my left hand when I took breaks from fondling his nuts. My two
hands on him, mostly, with his one right hand stroking me. I could tell from his
face and legs and trimmed cock area that he was a hairy, virile man--again, just
my type. I was a bit emboldened by him seeming to be fine stroking my cock, so I
reached up his shirt to feel his chest and see if he had sensitive nipples that
would add to the sensations for him. Then two things happened: first, the good
one. When my hand went up his shirt, I felt a super hairy stomach and chest that
made me suck in a breath. I had never felt such a manly chest before; I wanted
to tear off his shirt and rub my face on his chest. He was just such a MAN--
exemplary of all the reasons I'm attracted to men over women: the power, the
strength, the hairiness, the ability to choose to be strong or gentle, wicked or
kind. Touching his chest was my version of Arthur touching Excalibur: the moment
of touch sends a physical and mental shudder of recognition that two separate
things were meant to be joined and are connected in a beautiful way. (Probably
worth explaining here that although I've jacked off with a lot of guys, I don't
have all that much experience doing other stuff with guys--certainly not getting
free rein to explore the body of a man I find so attractive.) (After the
encounter I jacked off three separate times thinking back on the moment of
touching his chest.)

Second, the bad one: I had gone too far. He said "sorry, man, I'm not really
into that," so after only a moment of touching half a hand to my Excalibur, I
had to let it go. I'm not a creep, so I didn't object or even let the touch
linger. I pulled back my hand and, to give him some space, I went back to
jacking my own cock rather than his, and he did the same. Luckily the air still
felt thick of horniness and he didn't seem upset. Chances still seemed good that
we would continue jacking off together and helping each other out.

But then he surprised me again. He said "want to sit on the bed so I can try
sucking you?" Whoa. Mood not wrecked at all. He got a towel from the bathroom
area and put it on the bed, indicating I should sit and he'd suck. And he did
lick my cock, suck the head. His mouth felt so warm. And I felt so lucky to be
having that moment with him. He sucked nicely; very wet and very warm. After
just a minute or two he stopped and gestured to suggest we should resume
watching porn and jacking.

At this point my pulse was racing and I wanted to rip his clothing off and lick
every inch of him. But he still struck me as categorically straight-despite the
behavior to the contrary-so we just jacked a little more while the horny mood
grew. We were both beginning to perspire a bit, because the room was hot and we
were aroused. Finally I mounted up the courage to ask him: "So...do you mind if
I return the favor? Suck your cock a little?"

"Sorry, man, I'm not really into that," he said. Ground fell out from under me a
bit, because I was really optimistic that I'd have a chance to suck the cock of
a guy I found so extraordinarily attractive. So although it was a bummer, I
still felt lucky to be with him and got back to jacking-alternating between
jacking myself and jacking him.

We kept this up for a while. I got a little better at jacking his cock. It was
always large, but it was inconsistently hard-sometimes a plump semi, other times
he'd really get going and every vein would bulge and I felt like I was rubbing
an intricate sculpture. Then he grabbed the base of his cock and forced all the
blood into his cock and the head would get so big I was sure he was about to
cum-but he held it back.

"You know, you came all the way here," he said. "I guess it's only fair to let
you return the favor if you want."

"So I can..." I said.

"Yeah, you can suck it if you want."

Forget the bed and forget a towel. I dropped right to my knees and stroked his
cock with my tonsils before he had time to reconsider. He was straight enough
that I could tell he wasn't super turned on by the act of getting sucked by a
guy, but I was so turned on that I really gave some Olympics grade head. (To be
honest I don't have a ton of experience sucking, but I'm so damned cock-crazed
and have watched so many thousands of hours of BJ videos that the few guys I've
sucked have told me I have a knack for it. And I believe them, because I'm
passionate about it-and they told me pretty bluntly that I'm not a very good
kisser yet.)

I'm on my knees sucking the hell out of his cock, and I look up at him. He's
clearly enjoying it, even though I'm a guy, and it's also clear he's surprised
that I can take his cock all the way to the base over and over. I swear my
throat loosens up when I'm turned on enough. Or somehow my horniness intimidates
my gag reflex.

I suck his cock for a few minutes, but then he gives me some type of gesture to
indicate he's had his fill and wants to return to jacking. "It's getting pretty
late and I should get to bed soon," he says. "Early flight."

I'm not sure at this point whether he wants to call it a night or go for the
cumshot. But he doesn't show any sign of quitting the jacking. In fact, he picks
up the pace quite a bit. His breathing gets more audible, and we're both
beginning to sweat outright at this point-me more than him. We're standing right
by his laptop-still showing the chick with the jiggly butt-both jacking
furiously. I get close to cumming but show down and stop intermittently in order
not to bust without him.

I got a little worried that he'd lose his boner or not want to cum-but I
couldn't bring myself to go home without seeing his spunk. So I said, "you know
what would be kinda hot-but I guess gross or bad to do? What if we both came on
the hotel's black desk chair?"

"It would show up well," he said.

He resumed jacking, as did I, and I fondled his nuts a bit. Things continued on
this way for a few more minutes, when we both begin to pick up our breathing
more, alongside the pace of our stroking.

He takes a step closer to me, and I inch closer to him. "Getting close," he
said.

"Me too."

Then he spun the black leather desk chair toward the two of us, and we both
start jacking toward it. Within moments of each other, we both start shooting
gobs of cum all over the chair. His cock head is throbbing and engorged-at least
the size of a plum-and reddish purple from the furious beating. He squirts
creamy, thick white jizz in several distinct shots-at least 5 or 6 short ropes.
I shoot a looser load but with enormous volume-the leather chair is strafed with
loads-probably at least 8-10 big off-white shots from me, plus his pearly goo.

We both start laughing and look at each other with a smile of "We are men. We
did that." The same kind of satisfaction you can get from peeing your name into
snow, but with the enormous benefit of pent-up sexual energy being released with
a bud. I live for those special moments.

We have a little friendly chit-chat while we clean up. I figure since he's
straight he might feel spooked or get weird, so I make it clear I'm ready to
leave and I offer to clean up the cum for him so that he doesn't have to. He
said he can take care of it, which surprised me. I offered again in case he was
being polite, but he seemed relaxed about the cum-soaked chair and was talking
about having fun with me. I've noticed that sometimes, after what's meant to be
a one-time NSA encounter with a hot guy, I push too hard for repeat encounters
or keeping in touch. So since I really like him, I force myself to keep it
light, suggesting he should give me a heads up if he comes to town
again. He agrees immediately in a way that sounds sincere. Win of a night.

I go home, clean up, and then jack off again thinking about the encounter. Two
days later I sent him an email, not expecting a reply, saying "Had a good time,
man. Thanks for having me over. My email is mystery1984man@gmail.com - hit me up
next time you're in town?"

To my surprise he responded quickly: "I forgot to say that you cum like a beast!
It's awesome to see. Keep that shit up." And then a little while later he sent
me another email, this one with a link to some erotic stories he's written. I'm
flabbergasted he seems open to keeping in touch-but delighted.

I read the stories, and they're well written-thousand times better than this
quick story that I'm thumb-typing into my iPhone while stuck on the tarmac at
DCA. Some are MMF, some bi-delightful mix that I'm trying to savor rather than
binge.

I email him asking if it's cool with him for me to capture our encounter. He
agrees as long as I don't use his real name. So we agree to call him James. And
I'm optimistic that our stories won't end here.

So, reader, what do you think of this encounter and this story? (It's my second
ever.) If it turned you on or if you have similar stories you'd care to share,
I'd love to hear about them (or see the evidence!). I know this one doesn't have
the standard pacing of erotic fiction-but I tried to take a crack at sharing my
real experience. Always wonder what's going on in other guys' heads (and on
their Grindr/Scruff/Craigslist/whatever apps and in their beds)--but I figure
it's only fair to ask/pry if I'm willing to share. Ergo the story. (And please
forgive the tense switches-going on 4 hours on the tarmac here and editing for
tense just ain't happening.) Anyway, feel free to contact me:
mystery1984man@gmail.com.