Sex and the Academic

I just had an incredibly successful Craig’s List experience. It was a Friday night, and I was horny. There is a long backstory here that I don’t want to get into right now, but what you need to know is that Alison is not here right now, and that I have been trying unsuccessfully to meet women or couples on Craig’s List for sex for a long time. I haven’t been in to meeting men recently (another story for another time), but this week, I got horny enough to give it a try.

So I posted an ad. “Straight man wants a blowjob,” it read, which is half true. I did want a blowjob.

I got a bunch of responses. Some had pictures, of which some were hot and some laughable. Some were conversational, some monosyllabic. One escort service wrote me. One guy sent me a picture of the glory hole he had constructed in his backyard pool shed. “Come over and watch some Str8 porn while getting your cock sucked!” he said.

But one guy seemed pretty normal and lowkey. Plus, hot. He promised me an “awesome blowjob” that would “start by licking your balls” and then a “wet bj to completion.” Okay, I could go for that.

With some extra encouragement from Alison, and my in-town friend Caroline, I wrote him back, and we set up a date. 8:00 on Friday, come “freshly showered.” The location was walking distance from my apartment. Easy enough. I gave Alison and Caroline all of the information, and told Caroline to call the police if I didn’t text her by 9:00 pm.

I showed up at the apartment, nervous out of my mind. I’m always like this with someone for the first time. I was with Allie when we first started dating, and I was with the various people Allie and I have met for group sex. What can you do.

The guy ended up being a shortish but very muscular Asian man, a bit older than promised, but not unattractive. He was nervous too, but he led me into his clean-as-a-whistle bedroom, and told me to take my shirt off. Be patient with me, I told him, this is my first time.

He had the lights turned down so low I could barely see his face, and he was playing Pat Methany quietly on the stereo. I laid back on the bed, and he took his own shirt off and began caressing me. First rubbing my shoulders, then slowly working his way across my chest, tweaking my nipples gently. I felt slightly ashamed of my body, as I always do with gay men. I’m in shape, but I’m not exactly buffed and toned. I don’t have the skill or patience to deal with my chest hair, and my WASPy self will never have a tan. But whatever, it was dark, and that’s why I’m not actually gay.

His hands, still roaming everywhere, he began to occasionally dip his fingers underneath the waistband of my jeans, brushing against my public hair and the tip of my cock. Not to be too narcissistic, but there are few things hotter than the place where low-slung jeans gives way to just a hint of dark curly hair and bare skin, even if it is my own waist! I stared in fascination as he trailed his fingers down my belly and under the waistband again, fully grasping my cock for the first time underneath my jeans. Finally he stood up and carefully took off my jeans and underwear, and stripped down to underwear himself. “Lay down,” he said, and I rather nervously did so.

He again began massaging me, this time nibbling my chest, circling my nipples with his tongue. He slowly worked his way down my chest, following the strip of dark hair down from my belly button, then nosing around my thighs as he crouched over my crotch. His hand began to brush my cock, which was beginning to stir a little bit.

He then pressed my thighs apart, and with a saliva-laden tongue began swirling around my balls, which I had just shaved earlier that day. I will say, the man knew what he was doing. Sometimes in these sorts of crazy situations I have trouble getting hard, so I just laid back, tried to relax, and enjoy the attention. Briefly, he came up for air to ask if I was enjoying myself. “Yes!” I replied meekly.

Back down he went again, and this time I could feel that breath of hot air that comes right before someone’s mouth engulfs your cock. Beautiful. Again, he knew what he was doing. He slurped his way all the down, and for the first time I involuntarily thrust up into his mouth, and he grunted. He wasn’t using his hands yet, just trying to swallow as much of me as he could. My cock is a little above average but nothing huge, but I’ve never been with anyone who could get the whole thing in their mouth. This guy had no problem, and soon I could feel his nose buried in my pubic hair.

Soon, he began using his hands, and after quickly glancing at the block, I realized we’d been at this for almost half an hour. Yikes! Time to cum. I started concentrating on orgasm, and he increased his pace as well. Soon, he started jerking me off in earnest, and soon after that, I felt that familiar rising sensation in my groin. “I’m going to cum!” I whispered hoarsely, as my breathing got increasingly labored.

He bobbed his head up and down even faster, and I felt myself let go. I didn’t even really feel myself cum in his mouth, which for me is always the sign of a good blowjob: just one seamless rush of good feeling, where you can concentrate solely on the pleasure and not worry about where you are cumming or what’s going on. He swallowed it all easily.

Afterwards, he had one final trick. He told me to relax, went to the bathroom, and came out with a hot towel that he draped over my limp cock. I have to say, neat trick! Ladies and gentlemen, you want to something nice for the man you just sucked off, a hot towel feels wonderful.

A brief hug goodbye, and I made it outside just in time to text Caroline that I was alive and not dismembered in a dumpster. Later that night, after having told Allie everything, I jerked off once more, to the memory of it.