In the Time of Craigslist

12:45 p.m. – the car pulls out of the driveway. Free until 5:15 p.m. Home alone. She is at work. I am getting down to business…

This a story from the Time of Craigslist.

So who I am? At the time of this story, I was 65. 5’ 10” 180. OK build. Never a complaint about being too heavy. 5+”, but then this was not about my cock. It was about my ass. That is the way I wanted it. My ass. His cock. My mouth came into play eat hole and suck cock. That was for sure. His cock was for my mouth and my ass. Those had been my secures for the past fifteen years. The fifteen ears since I discovered I was gay, a bottom, a discovery made “because” my marriage had gone sexless. But that is a “because” I may not trust because I went “bottom” from the start. I’ll skip the prologue. That can be part of a longer story.

1:45 p.m. – in the shower, touching up my shaved ass and pubes, deep, long cleaning. Then down to the cellar to set up the lights and sling, get out the toys and lube, the towels, the poppers, the popper gas mask. Then up for a touch-up. Then back down. To wait. And don’t worry, the story from here is not punctuated by times…

MWM DL 5’ 10” 180 Mature Sling Up BB Walk-in Will be hooded for anon All loads Low lights. 2 – 4 pm. Set your time to take my ass. XXX XXXXXXXX Center. 

That was pretty much the ad that I ran whenever I could get the time. Today, I had “dates” for 2:30 and 3:15 and 4:00. There were almost always cancellations. Who knew about today. Any way I had some toys to use if I felt like it. And for sure there other things to do, “Always good to be productive,” were the usual farewell words…

I keep an eye on the time. It was time. I unlocked the outside door. My dates were told which door to enter and how to get to where the sling was. I set the lights in the cellar, lubed my hole, got my poppers to hand, put on the eyeless hood, got in the sling, stroked a bit, and waited. I had to take one huff of poppers… just to tease my desires.

The door opened. Steps on the stairs down the cellar.

“Hello. OK to come down?”

“Hello. Yes. Watch your step and watch your head.”

“OK”

More steps, closer, I could tell he had turned the corner and could see what he came to see.

“Wow. Hot. Nice set up. OK to strip.”

“Yes”

“Shit this is hot. Man. Fuck.”

I heard him taking his clothes off. I heard him come close to the head of the sling. I turned my head. He  fed me his cock.

“Shit. Suck me man.”

I did, hungrily. He too k my head in his hands and started to skull fuck me. I loved it. It was what I wanted. A hard cock. He loved it.

“Man. I have to stop or I will blow.”

He pulled out.

“You can blow wherever you want.”

“Hot. In your ass is my plan.”

“Fuck me.”

He positioned himself at the foot of the sling. His cock head was on my hole. I took the time to prepare my popper mask. I took another hit. He pushed in.

“Fuck your hole is lubed. Balls to your ass. And you say you are married? How many men have fucked you to get your hole to be such an ass pussy.”

“Not enough.”

He fucked me fast, slow, sometimes pulling out only to plunge straight back in. I loved it when he would pause with his cock as deep in me as it could go. The sling pushed back up. Deep, sweet.

“I love your cock, buddy.”

“My guess is that you just love cock.”

“Both”

“What is the mask for?”

“Hands-free poppers.”

“Put it on.”

I did. Deep breath after deep breath. The fumes taking total control.

All the while he was fucking me.

“Damn, I can feel your hole grow. It wants more.”

“Yes. And it is yours.”

Damn.

He stated to piston fuck me again. I was in a frenzy of desire. He felt it. I wanted to him fuck me while I fucked myself. He stood still and I took the chains on sling to create a swinging motion. Impaling myself on his cock.

“Damn, man. I want your hole. You fist?

Through the mask, “Yes.”

Well get ready.

It was time to re-charge the mask. I wanted to be so poppered up. I did. He busied himself lubing his hands.

“No gloves, like no condoms.”

“Good.”

He too the bottle of lube and fingered more into my hole.

“Shit, that feels good.”

“Yeah, and just three fingers. Get ready.”

I was.

He started. The three fingers to start. Probing. Rotating.

“Ah… more.”  I said.

I felt four. Shit that was good. I love the feeling of him turning them, in and out. He was talking his time. I did not care about time. This was not about time right now. Four. Probing, rotating. Then become a duck’s beak, the thumb tucked in. Pushed to the knuckles. Nice.

“Big.”

“Too big”

“No.”

I put on my re-charged gas mask. The poppers flowed.

“I can feel them working. Your hole wants me.”

“It does. I do.”

“Get ready. My fist is big. Be ready. I feel you are ready. You want it.”

I breathed deeply, deeply. He pushed. There was resistance. The usual first pain of the anus being stretched in ways it was not meant to stretch, but now did. He was in. He stopped.

“I’m in.”

“Now take it.”

He did. Rotating his hand. Pulling almost all of the way out. Stretching my hole. Pulling out my ass lips. Then back in. Rotating. Over and over. I was lost in the fog of desire. I reached down to stroke my cock. To touch is arms, feel his wrist knowing his fist was in me.

“More?”

“Yes, but can I feel your cock again?”

He pulled out his fist, clenched. Then simply plunged into my distended pussy.

“Damn you are loose! I love feeling your cunt, your pussy, your hole.”

He fucked me. His cock felt good. Then he pulled out. His fist was back in me.”

“Shit man, do you know how long I have been fisting in you?

I did’nt.

“How long. I love this. Damn…”

“About twenty or so minutes. Your hole is so wrecked. But I can not stop wanting it. Your ass lips are so huge.”

“Good.”

Then we heard,

“Hello.”

It was my second date.

“Hello. Come on down.”

He whispered, “Should I stop?

“No.”

He didn’t”

“Crap man, shit,…” were the words we heard from the guy who had just arrived. “Damn. I want some of that. Tag team?”

“Yes from my top. He is ours to use.”

And the rest of the afternoon… for a second story about my 3:15… and what would it be like at 4?