Another IRL story from me that noone will read.
WARNING! GRAPHIC GAY STORY!

So after last week's disappointment of getting stood up three times in one night, I decided to give up on looking for sex. Until today. So I stroll around Craigslist again and send a bunch of emails to the other contacts that I had from last week, and I caught someone who was ready to go and in the area. A black guy who was looking to give and get blown. Sounded good, and I went for it.

Now, the first time I was blown was a few weeks ago with a guy who I met with in a car so he could suck me, and I wasn't going to do anything to him. As he was going, I found out why getting a BJ is so highly rated, as it was a great feeling to get. (if you didn't read before, he stopped and we agreed to try another time because there were too many people nearby). So that being said, I've never given a BJ before, but I felt it wouldn't be so bad, and I figured it's get me hard getting someone else off, after all, nothing brings me more joy than helping other people when I can.

So I met up with him, and I start going on him. We met between his and his neighbors house outside in the alley. He wasn't exactly the biggest cock in the world, and it did (as expected) take a little while for me to get him hard, and I was pretty comfortable at first. I wasn't gagging, I could concentrate on what was going on, and use my tongue to make things interesting for him, as I had planned. So then after a few minutes of that, we decide to switch spots. I wasn't getting hard like I thought I would by sucking him off, but whatever, it was fine. He starts working on me, and I get it up (which was part of the problem with the first guy also, though he would never say so. I take a while to get hard, at least a minute or two.).

So it felt good, not anywhere near as good as it did with the other guy in the truck, and I think half of the reason was how I was standing up, as where I've always masturbated and done everything while sitting down. So he's still working on me, and we're both trying to find the right combination of things to get me going (my hands on his head/not on his head, him reaching around/grabbing my balls/fondling other parts of my body, etc), and after a few minutes, I just found myself completely not into it anymore and even starting to lose my erection.

So I say that I want to work on him again, and we switch again. This is the point where it REALLY starts going badly. I start working on him without much problem, and then I start gradually getting the taste, no idea where it comes from, but now I know where all this stigma about "I don't like the way it tastes" comes from, because it's true. So I ignore that and keep going, and now he's starting to really get into it. I'm trying different things, and trying to find a way for me to comfortably accommodate his length while still getting him off. Then he starts really getting into it and starts taking control. He starts going for deep throat, and thrusting and the whole deal. Now I'm still trying to get him off, because I know I'm not going to cum anytime during this whole deal, and I don't like not finishing a job.

So now I'm a complete novice deep-throating an average size cock, and so guess what, I start gagging and having trouble finding time to take a breath. Coupled with the taste, I start dry heaving. Now I absolutely HATE throwing up. Nothing worse in my mind, so I'm fighting this now, and in the meantime, he's still humping like a mad-man. I start trying different ways to keep myself comfy and still have him happy. As a temporary solution, I start redirecting him into my cheek as he's thrusting. Shouldn't feel any different for him, and it leaves me room to both breathe, and puts an end to the sensations causing me to gag. I finally find that me jacking the base and sucking on the head is the winning combination, and now I'm just ready to finish and leave, so yeah. I let him cum on me, which was interesting by itself. I've never tasted cum before (outside of the curious-fingertip-taste everyone does with their own seed), and I realized a few things.

It does taste good, and now I see why a lot of women are crazy about the taste, or at least appear to be. I can't see why it's so hard to swallow however, unless of course the cock that's being sucked is inserted all the way WHILE the guy is cumming, The I can imagine why it's hard to swallow, but in that case just wait until he pulls back out and it's like water. Whatever.

So he's done, pulls up his pants, doesn't ask me if I want to cum (which I didn't really want anymore anyways), and he goes inside as I leave.

That's an experience that I strangely do NOT want to repeat. I still have that horrible taste of dick in my mouth. Even after 2 packages of Ramen, 3 sticks of gum, and a Coke.

I think It'd be much better me getting fucked in the ass. Simpl because all the stuff I hated about this (the taste, the gagging, and my inability to completely take him in) would all not exist wit my ass. So now I just have to find someone for that.

Something good had BETTER happen to me within the coming week, because over the past 4 days I've been disappointed WAY too much. I just don't know where to start complaining.

I think the biggest factor to my being pissed off isthat fact that I got stood up TWICE on the 10th, and then again on the 11th. How the fuck can I manage to get turned down 3 times in 48 hours? The first one was a "date" (lunch at a local Mexican place that I'd been planning with this girl for at least 3 days. I met her on Craigslist and did my research to find if she was real or not. So I then ask her if I can come over one day to meet for some undisclosed activities. She said she'd love to, but her friend had gotten into a car accident and that she was going to meet her at the hospital. Ok, that sucks, I let her go and schedule to meet and trade stories at the mexican restraunt on the 10th. So the 10th comes up, and we'd planned that she'd call me around noon when she wakes up (she works nights), and then we'd meet at the place. So noon comes and goes without a call. I text her after a half hour asking if she's awake, and again another hour later. I finally get a text back from her at 6😜M saying that now her mother had gotten into an accident and suffered nerve damage, and that she'd been in the hospital since 9:00 Am. Now, I've mad too many excuses in my life to not be able to see through when other people make them. I'm still not convinced entirely that she stood me up, but I haven't gotten a single text from her since.

So I jump back onto Craigslist and see who wants to trade BJ's around my area. I send an email out to a guy who I've been going back and forth with for a few days, whom which we were planning on finding a day when we both were available, then I would go over his place, get and give a BJ, and then maybe more if we felt like it. He says yes right there, ad that as soon as he gets back from work around 9:00 I can drop by. So all of the sudden, his shift ends at 9:00 and I get a text from him. He says he had a really tough day at work and doesn't really feel like giving, so he just wants me to suck him off and then leave. That's fine, I can understand that. I've had tough days at work too. So, now since I'm REALLY discreet, I am sitting downstairs waiting for my parents to go to bed upstairs so that I can leave without having to answer any questions. I only waited about 10 minutes, and then the go up. All the sudden as I was getting up to leave, I get a text from him saying that he's already got someone else over, don't bother coming. WTF!? You couldn't wait 10 minutes for me?!

So I go back upstairs and browse CL unsuccessfully for the rest of the night. But what was WORSE, was that I posted a desperation ad to CL right after he stood me up. The ad was (to summarize) "I got stood up TWICE today. Once by a guy and once by a girl for a date. I really don't car5e who you are or what you want. I just need a pick me up BJ or something. I'll be awake until 3AM.". For some strange reason Craigslist kept disallowing my ad before it gets posted, so I keep modifying it, and then suddenly it makes it through, and after an HOUR of no responses, which I could hardly believe, it gets taken down and I get a warning from CL about the TOS. I find later that they don't want people posting any information that CAN be considered degrading, whether you divulge information or not. So basically, I couldn't say I got stood up, or convey how desperate I was at all. I go to now feeling dejected and hopeful that tomorrow will be better. Forgetting of course that the 11th is Mothers Day.

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Flash to the 11th. I am awakened at 8:00 in order to help cook. Something I normally don't mind, unless I'm doing it through bloodshot eyes that have come off of just 5 hours of . What is the dinner that we are preparing so soon? a SLOW roast, whatever it was. It'll literally be cooking for the next 10 hours or so, so I've got time once it's in the oven. I check my email to see that one of the guys who I'd made arrangements with (mutual mast this time, and I wasn't able to find his house before his parents got back home) had responded to a set of desperation messages I'd sent last night, and after a few back and forth emails, we agreed aat 1:00 or so that I'd swing by and we'd trade bj's at somewhere between 2:00 and 3:00, while his parents were away. I was to email him as I was leaving, because it would take me about 10 minutes to get there.

So 2:00 rolls around, and I head out under the excuse that I had to pick up something at Wegmans. I actually did have to pick up a mothers day gift, because I had procrastinated until now to do so. That's besides the point though. I have the guys cell phone number, and I arrive at his house around 2:00 to find that there is no car in the driveway, and noone home. I also find that he's not answering his cell phone. So I wait outside his place for about 15 minutes, and I don't get either a response to the voicemail message I left, nor does he show up. Now I'm REALLY pissed off, because I've been stood up 3 times in 2 days. So I find an absolutely perfect spot and try something else I've been meaning to besides actual sex, masturbating in public. Luckily where he was living was fairly close to the riverside, and by a semi-industrial area. So it wasn't exactly hard to find a nice spot on the bank and jerk myself off. That made things a little better in terms of my overall mood, and I did find out that public masturbation is indeed more exciting, but other than that, I was still a little depressed and pissed.

So now that I've decided I'm done trying to have sex for a little while, I run to my local Wegmans to find a good gift. It took me 20 minutes of looking around, but I finally made up my mind and went to go pay. I then sudeenly realized at the checkout counter, that I did not have my wallet on me. I left it on my desk at home because I like being cautious whenever I go to meet someone I don't know who could possibly of me. Now I'm having a REALLY bad day. I drive 10 minutes back home, grab my wallet, drive 10 minutes back, wait 10 more minutes in line, and finally drive ten minutes back again to find that the relatives we had been preparing dinner for have arrived, and that now I have to stay upstairs and "socialize with my family". Somebody me.