+++Maybe you read Craigs List to check on guitar sales or electronic games that are for sale. This story has nothing to do with that part of the list. You should press your close button on this site and go to some other age-appropriate spot if you are under 18. Those over 18 are welcome.
Shit! My name appeared in Craig's list under "Missed Connections". I think I know who put the entry in. Meanwhile the gay boys who frequent the store have already spoke to me with a wink and it is uncomfortable.
Here's the background. I'm 23. I work at "Heart Strings" a guitar store in town. I am new to this town and have no contacts. I've gone out on a few dates with girls from the store. There were some benefits, but no fire, you know what I mean.
I got this job because I have a masters in classical guitar from Winton U. That made me a rare commodity in a store that was up to its ass in electric guitar, former garage band members.
This thing in Craig's read something like this: "That hot boi who works in Heart Strings has me strumming my flute. He's about five eight, curly brown hair and killer light gray eyes. You helped me with a purchase and mentioned the color of my sweatshirt. Answer this and tell me that color. Let's coffee and see what develops. Or call my number on the card."
The guy had a yellow sweatshirt with the local football team logo. He was real tall with long blond hair and nice blue eyes. He did try to scare up a connection with those eyes, but I stayed business like. He came to in to buy an E string. Can you imagine? "Sorry man, we don't sell individual strings here. You need to buy a set."
He digested that, but seemed reluctant to leave the counter. Finally I asked, "Anything else?"
He broke into a cute crooked smile, maybe a little evil, but still cute. I'm not dumb; I know what he was thinking. I know the score, and I don't mean Carcassi, I've been hit on all my life. I haven't tumbled yet, except for a few sleepovers at the age of twelve or so....nothing heavy, just pups doing their thing.
Finally, he realized he couldn't stand there anymore. "Say, if anyone needs a band...here's my card." So his name was Guy Damon. (The demon guy)
He did rock me a bit. I would have pushed him out of my mind except the gay kids kept asking me if I made the call. In fact, one bitch answered the ad and told him that I was too shy to answer and that he shouldn't lose heart. This was all crazy, like high school.
I think I saw his tall figure passing the store window once or twice. This was getting weird, but it still made me a little breathless at the attention. That was my weak spot: I loved attention and here, me, a newbie was getting none.
About a week later I was playing my Lucida (that's a guitar, you dirty fucks) when I suddenly put it down. Shit, I had a very hard erection. Where did that come from? I sat on my stool trying to decide if I should rub it off or....guess what....call Guy.
He answered in a sleepy voice. I realized it was about eleven, am I stupid? Don't answer that.
"Hi Guy with the yellow sweatshirt. You looking for me?'
Suddenly his voice got clear and very warm. "It's you, at last, eh Robert, right?"
"Yeah, that's me. Look friend, I want you know right off that I am not gay, at least not that I know of. I did think you were a cool guy, Guy (I was sounding totally brainless.) The offer of coffee sounds great, we can talk guitar."
There was a pause, and then he said the perfect thing, "Robert, make some coffee and we'll talk right now. Where do you live?"
It turned out that we were about ten minutes away from each other. In a few minutes more than ten minutes (I guess he had to dress). He stood outside my door, grinning in the damp night air. "Does everyone call you Robert? It seems so formal," he began.
"Well that's what my family calls me, but some friends say Bobby?"
"It's Bobby for me. You know, Robert has so many diminutives, Rob, Bob, Bert etc."
"Yeah," I say talking his shoulder and pulling him in. I was getting cold at the door. "Coffee's ready."
We walked into the kitchen. I had set out two cups and some pound cake. This whole procedure made me seem feminine I thought. You know, feeding the man. The mood continued as Guy turned the chair around and straddled it, and began talking in his normal deep voice. "Bobbie, I was really taken with you. You are just so fucking cool and nice. Are you a Mormon?"
"No," they would probably throw me out. I'm not as nice as you think. That's just my store clerk persona. Hey, can you play classical?"
"I know from the swishy kid in the back that you are a master, that you can play the most difficult transcription of Segovia. But answering, naw, I'm just a just a basic, baseman. I play by ear mostly. Notes are just squiggles to me. Say Bobbie, how did you get your build? Gym?"
"I was on the gymnastics team."
"Some of those leapers are gay, no?"
He accompanied that question with a reach across the little table to squeeze my bicep. This squeeze morphed into a kind of caress and we both hurt me moan slightly. "You horny tonight? That why you called me? Get the queer to blow me, so I can get to sleep?"
Thjs was going too fast for me. "Whoa, you were the one who put the ad into Craig's. It just intrigued me. I was flattered. I thought maybe I found a friend."
"What kind of shit is that? Me, a chum? How sweet. You know you wear your prick on your sleeve. I bet you're hard right now."
I got up. "Guy, this is getting a little harsh here. Maybe I made a mistake. Finish your coffee and let's call it "mission aborted."
His eyes narrowed. "You are always cute, but this is the first time I saw the flash of passion. It's exciting. Let's get naked. I promise that you don't have to do anything. Just let me please you."
He stared into my eyes. He transfixed me with his strength. He leaned forward and put his lips against mine. Geez, they were burning hot. In a minute he pressed harder and I opened up to him. My lips parting was almost symbolic of giving in to him. He knew that and steered me toward the bedroom.
We stood on either side of the bed and tossed our clothes into the corner of the room. I was naked first. He whistled. You look like the statue of David. And that big dangler. I'm afraid I am just a goofy stretch."
Wow. He had just the kind of body that I admire: skinny, yes, but the bones of his chest were really nice and the lack of any fat was delicious. I avoided looking at his garbage.
"Lay down on the bed." I did, on my back. "Close your eyes and let Dr. Guy make you feel good. Stop me anytime."
I felt him sit on the bed near my waist. To my surprise he stroked my cheek very tenderly. I opened my eyes wide at the unexpected tenderness. "Shssh close them."
He had big hands and they skipped my chest. I guessed he would have gone to the nipples next, at least that is what I have heard, but he didn't. His hand rested on my belly. Then he made light circular motions with his hand. It felt hypnotic, as if I was retrogressing to those times that my Mommie, I mean Mother, used to sooth me into sleep. In fact I heard myself murmuring like I did as a child before going to sleep. I almost slipped into a deep sleep. I felt myself on the edge of a wall and I was about to fall noiselessly onto a bed of feathers. I think I even began a slight snore. But the master inducer changed tactics and slid down to my penis that was standing up and actually aching slightly.
I jumped into wakeful awareness as his deep voice buzzed, "Okay sleepy boy, it is time to let you deliver that load that is waiting. You'll never sleep tonight unless I unload you. Do you want the doctor to proceed?"
"Yes," I groaned out.
"Yes what?"
"You bastard, wank me off."
He reached the top of the nightstand and grabbed a bunch of tissues. Then he slid his warm, electric, rock hands around my penis. He held it and hardly moved, maybe just opening and closing his fingers. I began to moan unashamedly.
"I think you like that. A bet you are going to like this even more."
He began a light stroke, barely touching the flesh, moving with regular timing. I was grunting like a piglet. I heard him laugh out loud but I wasn't ashamed. I was so into getting off I surrendered my dignity.
I jumped and voiced a loud "Oh" as his big thumb wiped away the bubble of pre cum that had formed on the head of my cock. Through slitted lids I saw him put his thumb in his mouth and taste it. His eyes rolled up in pleasure.
"Is this good for you? Do you want me to go faster? How about those big balls that are coming up, one on each side of the bottom of your prick? Do you want me to play with them? What's the matter Babe, cat go your tongue?"
Truth was that I just couldn't speak. Waves of sensations were emanating from my prick and enveloping my whole body. He was bringing masturbation to a new level I had never experienced. He began tickling the underside of my balls, then moved further up the shaft. They were hard walnuts there. He continued to stroke and trickle my balls while at the same time his hand gripped tighter and moved quicker. He was shagging me into oblivion. With a hoarse scream I began to shoot spooge. My whole body was thrusting and heaving with the power of my cum. He had the tissues ready. "That's it pretty boi, enjoy your first cum with Guy, that's it. I think you have two move spurts for me. Ah yes, good."
Finally I stopped. I was weak from the profound ejaculation. Guy slipped into his clothes, leaned down and pulled my covers over me and kissed my forehead. "Tomorrow night, same time, same cock."
I was in a daze all day. Some of the kids at the shop said I must be in love because of the many mistakes I made, but I was in a fog, just marking time until eleven o'clock that night. Sure enough. I had showered and was wearing just a robe when he knocked on the door. He was dressed in shorts, even though it was cold outside. His long legs looked hairless and rosy from the cold. Desire swept over me.
"I am the agent of your pleasure. Right?"
I nodded, already falling under the spell of his sexuality. I automatically removed my robe and lay back on the bed. My cock was up and jumping with desire. This time he did do anything as he had the previously night. This time he leaned down and opened his mouth wide and swallowed my cock. My mind went into orbit. The room spun. I was crooning with pleasure as his hot wet mouth began it's descent to the root, then up again with a sucking pressure. His tongue licked the head and then down again. My hips were thrusting with pleasure. Suddenly he stopped. "Do you worry about my fun? You are a rutting animal, enjoying all I can do for you."
Of course he was right. I think my eyes teared in shame. I adored him. I would do anything in gratitude to make him happy. "What can I do?"
"I'll show you. There is only one way I can cum. I must treat you like a girl. First I will get your boy cunt ready."
I was a little nervous. I knew what he had in mind, but I was partially paralyzed in my still avid passion to resist. He lifted my legs. "So nice and hairy, yet your body is not."
"My Scottish ancestry. We are often hairy only on the legs."
He pulled my legs back and told me to grab them and hold them up. This exposed my ass to him, but I was too far-gone to object. He leaned forward and I jumped and let out a long vocalization as his long tongue swept across my puckered hole. It felt exquisite and it seemed to focus all my feelings to that spot. Then he narrowed his tongue and pressed it inside the hole and pulsed it back and forth. My mind was spinning and I was hyperventilating. Next he pressed in inordinately long finger into the steaming hole and began a massage of my prostate. I had to steel myself not to spew my cum. "Do you want my cock inside Babe?"
I didn't answer. I new that if I let him, I would have passed a milestone from which there would be no turning back. I would be fucked in the ass and forever after I would beg for this form of sex. Suddenly my mind shouted that it didn't give a shit. Go with it.
I whispered, "Guy, fuck me but please be gentle," echoing the words spoken by myriads of young men, on their backs, their legs in the air, their assholes spasming in desire, I heard his chuckle of delight, perhaps victory as he pushed the head of his cock into my asshole.
He had a right to be pleased with himself. Here he was, enjoying the ultimate of male to male sex with a boy he advertised for. Here was that boy, at his mercy, begging to be impaled.
When I felt the head just inside, my mind clicked out of the thinking mode, down into the animal brain. I was living, for the next time period in pure sensation, lust and fulfillment. "Fuck me, go deeper you fucking shithead!" I commanded in plaintive tones.
He laughed again, almost crowed, then he slid forward, inch by inch, until his blond pubic hair was against my ass cheeks. Then he pulled out. I was in full unashamed cry of passion.
"Now," he croaked, "You are going to be really fucked."
I almost laughed hysterically. "Do it."
I wasn't prepared for the deep thrusting and pounding motion that he began. I was crying out in mindless ecstasy. I was totally under his control and he knew how to play me like a cello. Soon as was reduced to being his fuck doll and I loved it. Submitting to him was half of the pleasure, but like all peak events, it had to reach an end. Suddenly he cried out. "I'm coming. Feel the spray in your ass. Come with me."
Sure enough, I felt his cock lurching inside of me and the pelting of hot cum hitting deep inside. My whole body locked for an instant, then my hips began fucking motions and I came with such force that after three thick streams soaked my chest, I passed out from overload.
When I came to, Guy was getting dressed. He smiled at me, "Welcome to the world. Bobbie-boy, you can congratulate yourself, your are one hot bottom-boi. I'd like a return engagement, but that's not my style."
He gave my ass a smart slap and just before closing the door, he said, "Well Tonto, our work is finished here." I almost wondered, who was that masked man..
In the days that followed I waited for him or a phone call from him, but nothing. I had a taste of submission and I yearned for it to be repeated. I asked one of the gay kids who worked in the receiving bay. "You'll never hear from him again."
It was hard to ask the kid, but I had to. My ass was begging for more fucking. Finally I said, "Davy, are there any good tops here?"
"Sorry, we are all your sisters here. If you want a manly top, go to the truck stop on the interstate. That's what we do."
A week after that there was an ad in the "Missed Connections" of Craig's list. "Hey, hot hamburger-boi on Main Street. I think you're interested. Send me a message and tell me the color of my hair."
Well there was another boy who was going to be changed forever and love it.
End
Although Guy comes through as evil, there are so many lovers who tire after a one shot deal, be it m/m or m/f. I bet you have some of your own experiences.