Date: Wed, 8 Mar 2023 15:45:52 -0500
From: Craig Cruzer <69qo24@gmail.com>
Subject: Beating CL in TC

Adult encounters are often hard to arrange in small towns.  I learned
that shortly after moving to Traverse City, Michigan.  It's a great town
for tourists seeking fun, but for those of us who live here (the
Permafudge), naughty hookups require creativity.  Back in the day,
Craigslist was a great resource for M2M fun, but since they discontinued
personal posts, you have to cum up with new ways to beat the system.  I'm
sure I'm not the only one who wandered into Craigslist's "Activities",
looking for something other than stamp collecting.  it doesn't take long
to spot the posts with double meanings and it's easy to create your own
with titles like "Woodworkers".  To their credit, CL has gotten really
good at spotting the prospectors and deleting their posts, but with the
right "activities" it's possible to at least get a couple of hits before
getting flagged and removed.
I recently managed to fly under the radar with a post that stayed active
for a few days.  That's where I met Steve.  Usually people who respond
sort of beat around the bush to see what I'm actually looking for, but
Steve got right to the point.  One email exchange was all it took and the
next day I hooked up with Steve in a parking lot for a little chat.
Encounters of that sort usually result in...well...no results, but this
time I quicklywound up with a very hard cock in my mouth and a very
delicious new friend.  Steve and  I talked for a few minutes about the
difficulties of being married men with heated hobbies and then, because
we both felt very comfortable, he invited me to follow him to his
apartment.  We didn't waste time getting down to business.  Steve was on
the couch in a hot minute with his pants pulled down, and I was on the
floor ready to rock.  His cock didn't look very big, but I've learned not
to judge a soft cock until I've had the opportunity to coax it a bit.  I
once blew a guy with a very tiny soft cock, only to find myself with
eight hard inches in my mouth in less than a minute.  Steve's shaft felt
warm and wonderful as I wrapped my lips around it.  Any good cocksucker
with a bit of experience knows what I'm talking about.  I love the
feeling of a man's meat as it gets hard in my mouth and Steve obviously
loved the moment as much as I did.  I used my lips and tongue like the
champion cocksucker I am, and in less than a minute found myself wrapped
around six very hard inches of throbbing cock.  Some size queens might
find the average six-inch cock to be slightly less than thrilling, but I
never complain as long as they're nice and hard.  Steve made up for any
length issues with ample thickness.  His cock, in fact, turned out to be
a perfect member for my admiration society; just long enough to
completely engulf and just thick enough to kick me into overdrive.  I
worked his hard wood expertly, making love to his dick slowly and
sensually.  I was just getting started, really, when he gently pulled
back from my mouth, a bit embarrassed, I guess, about the fact that he
was about to cum.

Cock worship is a skilled trade.  Too many cocksuckers just go for the
blow like maniacs.  All they want is the reward.  They should be drummed
out of the corps.  A true cocksmith knows how erotic it is to pace the
action.  When Steve pulled back for a break, I gently licked his balls,
giving the head of his cock a few seconds to regain its composure.  After
you've gotten to know more than a few cocks, you gain an intrinsic
instinct for when to back off so your buddy can enjoy the experience
longer.  Steve and I quickly established an excellent rhythm; building
him up to just below a full boil and backing off for a few seconds while
his cock pulsed, hard as hell and fairly begging for more.  Since this
was our first encounter, Steve was only able to withstand a few cycles of
oral edging.  I only got to work his shaft three or four times before he
went over the falls.  I didn't cumplain.  Dedicated cocksuckers
understand what I'm alluding to; it's the exquisite moment when your lips
and tongue feel the cream-tube on the bottom of his cock starting to
swell and thrum rapidly.  I'd love to make that moment last forever, to
freeze the moment when my cock is pulsing in lockstep with his.  I didn't
know how long Steve had gone without necessary attention, but when he
came it felt like three or four guys cumming off all at once, filling my
mouth with my favorite hot cocktail.  His cum was absolutely delicious.

I apparently made a good first impression.  Steve emailed me the next day
about two minutes after his wife left for work.  Since then, we get
together whenever we can, a few times a week, though I'd gladly suck him
off twice a day if I could.  Most guys are pretty quiet and quiescent
while I'm going steady with their cocks, but Steve was verbal from the
start, calling me out for exactly what I am - a cum slut.  I've become
his personal cock slave and miss his meat any day when I can't wrap my
head around it.  We've become very comfortable with the arrangement, and
why not?  He gets to be expertly serviced whenever he wants it, and I get
to savor his superb cum each time.  On our second sesion, Steve told me
that his wife has no interest in blowing him whatsoever.  She doesn't
know what she's missing.  I do, and I love it.  Her loss.

By now, I guess, Craigslist has my number and I won't even try to slip an
"Activities" post past their censors again.  I'll leave that up to
somebody else.  I don't see many posts under that heading here in
northern Michigan, but I'll definitely check out any that pop up...so to
speak.  Happy hunting, gentlemen.  Be careful, play safe, play hard.