Date: Mon, 8 Oct 2018 22:30:30 +0000 (UTC) From: Harry Kearns Subject: Oh how I miss Craigslist Part 2 (Gay Encounters) First of all please donate to NIFTY. Once again they have provided me the necessary platform in order to type these true tales and meet other great authors and fans. http://dontae.nifty.org/donate.html Obviously this material is for 18 and over. And if you don't like the subject matter that's a "you" problem. And as usual feel free to drop me a line with your comment and legitimate criticisms at (afoolishringmaster@aol.com) "Oh how I miss Craigslist Part 2 - Dearly departed Grandpa So as you figured out by now monogamy isn't my best virtue. Although I prefer my men older (daddies and grandpas). Sex to me is like an ala carte menu. This Craigslist encounter was a local "grandpa" versus my normal one night hotel encounters. This relationship went on and off for about six months. So this is how it went. Me posting on CL: Hi Grandpa! Remember me! Well do you want to stroll down memory lane and play, "You show me yours and I'll show you mine?" Please be over 60. No pics wanted or given. Just be honest with your stats and what you are into. After sifting though the ignorant responses (it would be nice if people actually read my post), I got this cool response. "Hello this is Grandpa. I'm 5'5", 110 lbs. and 75 years old. Although I'm a cancer survivor, I can still get hard and have 'dry orgasms'. If that doesn't bother you, I'm only 20 minutes away from the zip code posted." I was intrigued. Never thought of the ramifications of post cancer issues like that. But he sounded nice and genuine and I did have an itch to scratch. So after a little back and forth, he gave me a time and an address to show up. As I pulled into the driveway, the garage door opened and waived me to park my car inside. The garage door closes and I finally see Grandpa "in the flesh". He really was small in stature. Only had a white ring of hair left. His nipples stood prominently through his t-shirt, and noticed his 6" thin hard cock was eager in anticipation. "Hello Grandpa. How are you today?" I said. "Better now that you're here grandson. Why don't we have a glass of lemonade and chat before the fun stuff." He replied. So we sat at the kitchen table sipping our lemonade. You could tell he lived alone. We spent out time talking about our "likes and dislikes" and setting the ground rules more of less. I finally got up and planted a slow wet kiss just to get the feel of him. He reacted by sticking his hands under my shirt to fell my small tuft of fur around my sternum. I slowly traced my finger around his very soft but erect nips. I could feel the soft moans while we were in lip lock mode. We finally broke up the kiss. He stands up and guides me towards the bedroom. Now mind you, I tower over him. I'm 6'2", 200lbs. I'm not a furry guy in general, and he was completely shaven due to the surgery versus lifestyle choice. But he had this amazing twinkle in his eye of pure wonderment. I don't think he'd expect anything like this to happen to him at all. He sat at the foot of the bed and motioned me to come closer. I obliged. He runs his fingers through my shirt and find my nips and I was purring like a kitten. The light brushing followed by a tweak or two made me rock hard and leaky. I took off my shirt for his viewing pleasure and he traced his fingers through my tuft and down my happy trail. He soon discovered my red basketball shorts weren't tied down with the drawstring. He discovered I went "Commando" because my 7" cut cock thwapped my abdomen and he cranes his body to lick the precut that was in full pump mode to his happy tongue. After a few minutes, he stands up and strips in front of me and there was not a trace of hair on him. He motions me to lie on my stomach and like a good "grandson" I obeyed him completely. He starts kneading my ass checks and I feel the tingles. He haunches up on top of me and parks his cock in-between my cheeks without penetrating me. During this he's massaging my back and using his tongue to lick me all over. The dry humping and stimulation caused me to blow my load all over the sheets and mattress below. It didn't faze him in the least. He was having such a good time "faux fucking" me that after 15 minutes I felt that throbbing dry orgasm and him shuddering in total bliss. After he comes back to reality, he gently gets off of me. I turn over red faced in embarrassment by the wet spot I created. "I really sorry for making a mess." I said. "My boy, it's been years since I've had the courage to have sex again. No one but me has lived for years. The cum will dry and the aroma will be intoxicating until you come back again." He replied with that same twinkle in his eye. "I love you for allowing me my indulgences." "Oh Grandpa, making you happy means I get the best from you. I was a little concerned at first, but you made me feel extra special. The dry humping was cool and the massage and tongue bath ruled." Over the next six months when I had the time I would pop by and visit him. We not only had good fun sex, we would talk about life, love, and his beautiful wife that passed away. The kissing, tongue play, fingering while blowing him, him dry humping me was another side of sex I enjoyed. Unfortunately, the cancer returned and was spreading to his liver. When I read his obituary, I cried my eyes out. A month after the funeral, I found his gravestone and laid a red rose. I cried one more time. But now I have nothing but happy thoughts since I was able to put a smile on his face before the Grim Reaper took him away from me. The End I hope you enjoyed this true tale. Also if you're in the "Adult/Youth" section I'm the author of the "the kid and the suit maker"