I had been looking at the ads on craigslist for months. Every morning while I was sitting in my car waiting to go into work I would scan the personals and stroke myself. I would start out on the women for men. Inevitably there were never enough pictures on there, too many spammers and too many jealous people flagging the real ads.
From there I would transition to man and woman for man. I had been involved in one threesome with a man and a woman before and I loved it, but that's another story. I would look through these ads and stroke myself harder to these pictures. I loved seeing the pictures of the wife or girlfriend sucking a cock. I liked even more the pictures where she was obviously sucking someone else. The photos that would pop up were a hodgepodge of different possibilities, but I would always hope to see a nice amateur dick being shown off. I would pay special attention to the listings looking for a bi male. Oh how I wanted to reply but was so nervous.
By this point in my craigslist search I would be rock hard and straining for release, but it would never come. I would move to the couples for couples section in search of more pictures. Every sexy woman and hard dick would get me closer to release. My hand would stroke faster and try so hard to shoot the cum out of my balls and into my waiting hand, but it wouldn't happen.
Frustrated, I turned my attention to the tranny section. The thought of a girl with a dick turned me on even more. Thankfully living in the Seattle area meant that I had a rather large section of these to look at. It could have been worse, I could live in North Dakota. Sadly a lot of the postings were just cross-dressers, and while I found that interesting, it didn't really turn me on.
So here I am, slowly transitioning to what I do every morning. The inevitability of it almost shames me. I've never had any trouble getting girls. I love pounding a hot, tight pussy. But every morning I'd end up in the men for men section. My mind knew what it needed for me to cum. I had to see a dick. I had to see a lot of dicks. The long hard cocks excited me. I looked at the ads, I read them. Ads asking for someone to please come and suck their dick. Ads asking for someone to show up and the door and stick a cock in their mouth. Glory hole ads. Anonymous ads. I looked at them all and fantasized. I wanted to suck a dick. I wanted a man's mouth on my hard throbbing cock. I wanted to taste sweet cum. But most of all I wanted to feel another man behind me, with his hands on my hips, getting ready to thrust a hard tool inside me.
Before I knew it I came, hard. I'd jerk into my waiting hand and watch the cum pool up there. My hard cock wasn't a big shooter like the pornos, but I oozed a lot of cum from my ball sack. I rode my high down and slowed my breathing. Every morning it came down to a split second decision on what to do with my cum. If I waited too long my orgasm would completely subside, and I would wipe my cum onto whatever napkin or clothing was handy in the car. But, if I was quick and made my decision early I would bring my hand up to my mouth and lick the cum off of it. The first time I did this I was quick and swallowed it down, trying not to taste it. Over the course of weeks I would slow it down and start to savor the flavor.
I know I'm not the only closeted guy who does this. I know that while it may not be normal, it's not horrible. It excited me. I wanted the taste of cum. I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted someone to shoot in on my face like in all the porn videos. But it wasn't meant to be it seemed.
You see, after I orgasmed all those fantasies slipped away. No matter how close I was to answering an ad I would always chicken out once I came down from my self-induced sexual high. I would even go so far as to reply to ads while I was stroking, just to be that asshole that turns into a craigslist flake. I hated it, but I didn't see a way out.
Until one day. There was an ad that I had seen many times before. A guy posting for someone to come and suck his 8 inch, thick throbbing cock.
He always posted the same pics. He talked about how he preferred guys just my type. He would say that his cum tasted sweet and was waiting to shoot down the throat or on the face of a willing cocksucker. I couldn't resist, so I did something new. I stopped stroking myself. I let my hard-on die in my pants and replied to his ad. The sexual frustration ensured that I kept my fantasies alive.
I asked him to meet up that day over lunch. I told him the truth that I had sucked two dicks before, but it was a long time ago and I was nervous. I was never any good at oral on a guy and in the end the other guys had to jack off into my mouth, again that's a story for another time.
I had a reply from him within the hour that he would be more than willing to show me how to suck a dick, and even deep throat it. I was a bit nervous at this. I had tried to deep throat before and failed miserably. In fact I gag just brushing my teeth, but I gritted down and determined that I wasn't going to flake out again. Lunch time arrived and I made my way to his place. I got lost on the way and had to call him for directions, thankfully he sounded normal. I was getting incredibly nervous and thoughts of backing out raced through my head. Too late though, I realized I was parked outside his door.
I sat in the car for just a few seconds and collected my thoughts.
To tell you a little about myself, I'm a thirty year old white guy with a shaved head and no facial hair. I stand at about 5'8" and have a mostly athletic build except for the stomach padding I've put on in the past year. All in all I think I'm generally good looking.
"This is it," I told myself. "I'm going to suck another man's dick. It's no different than the other times I did it. Why does it make me so nervous now?"
I opened the car door and walked to his first floor apartment door. Softly my knuckles rapped on his wooden door. I heard him approach and unlock it. Crunch time. Now or never. The door swung open and there stood a forty-something white guy with slightly curly brown, but greying, hair. He gave me a warm smile and invited me in with a masculine toned voice. I started to feel more at ease already as he invited me to sit next to him on the couch and offered me some water. We made polite conversation for less than a minute as he sat there next to me in pajama pants and an old t-shirt. As we talked I couldn't take my eyes off of his crotch, the hidden prize that I knew waited for me just one layer of fabric away.
