The time I [M] met up with a stranger [M] via Craigslist in a foreign country. First and only [bi] experience.

Bit of a long one. Scroll down to — for good stuff.

So, in 2016, age 23 I moved from home (in Europe) to a country in the Middle East for work – it’s a place not known for its liberal values, and pre-marital sex is forbidden (as is anything homosexual). Guesses on the back of a postcard…

I was single and lived alone in a flat, with plenty of time off and knew no one in the country apart from colleagues. I had been a long time browser of Craigslist casual encounters – both straight and bi – but I’d never acted on anything because of its reputation and being a bit afraid of random encounters.

Anyway, I thought that now would be the time to pursue my fantasy – sucking off a guy. There’d hopefully be no repercussions and I could relax with the anonymity of it all. It couldn’t have gone better.

After a few drinks, I put out an m4m advert – can’t exactly remember – but along the lines of ‘young, regular bicurious guy looking for older (preferably hung) European guy for a one off meet’. I included a candid nude picture and a brief description – I’m not a 10/10 but not ugly either – and got a whole heap of replies (that’ll be because: super repressed Middle Eastern countries huh?).

Lots were not my thing, not European, not hung enough. Until one guy sent a pic (waist down) and said he was 5 mins from where I lived. He was 35, bisexual, in a relationship and had to be discreet. To say he was blessed would be an understatement. A white muscled torso and 9 inches of dick stared back at me. This was exactly what I was looking for.

Caught up in the horniness of the moment and thrilled at finding my unicorn, I replied that if he was indeed the real deal he could come to my apartment and (trustingly) I gave him my address.

Him: Will be 10 mins. Any kinks?
Me: Be dominant. I might also enjoy getting spanked.
Him: Sure. Unlock your front door, turn off the lights and get on your knees naked. 5 mins.

At this point I didn’t really know what to expect. Shit, was I going to go through with this? What if he robs me? Or worse? What if he isn’t who he says he is? In for a penny, I thought and finished another drink.

I did as he instructed and waited patiently on the floor, naked in front of the apartment door. It felt like hours, but was barely minutes, until I heard someone walking down the corridor. My heart raced and I had to calm myself and think if it is the real deal, it’ll be amazing…

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The door opened. It was indeed the real deal – clothed, of course but I could just tell it was the same guy as in the photo. He closed the door and stood directly in front of my face. I could see his hands shaking slightly at his sides – thank god, it’s not just both of us I thought, which seemed to help enormously.

“Get my cock out,” he said.

I’d had plenty of experience with girls back home but had never been with a guy, let alone kneeled in front of one and been asked to ‘get his cock out’. It was a weird experience, almost like watching myself doing this from the other side of the room.

I unzipped his jeans and saw he wasn’t wearing boxers or anything. His groin was shaved and his dick was already getting hard. He pulled down his jeans and it sprang out right in front of my mouth.

“Suck it,” he said. I didn’t need telling twice.

For the next 20 or so minutes he slowly fed me his dick, from tip to half way down his shaft. It was an eye-watering, slobbering experience, but thoroughly enjoyable. When we both relaxed, we got more into it.

I licked his balls and rubbed them all over my face and he slapped my face with his cock – he was very dominant. He moaned and talked dirty whilst I went to town. When he said “next time, I’ll bring a mate with me” it particularly drove me wild. He told me to slow down and “show me your ass”. I obliged, he shook it and spanked it a little which sent him over the edge.

“Turn around. I’m going to cum over your face.” Once again I obliged. He came in thick streams over my face and neck, it felt like it wouldn’t stop. And then no sooner as it started it was over. He pulled up his jeans, said thanks and left. I jumped in the shower, slightly dazed.

We emailed a bit after that over the next few days outlining our next meet, which never happened. Something to do with his partner and my work, meant schedules couldn’t be met. Shortly after I left the country to return home.

I fulfilled my fantasy, which was not anticlimactic as I had expected, and had a lot of fun. I still browse Craigslist every now and then and have posted a few adverts, but still haven’t found unicorn no. 2.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8apanv/the_time_i_m_met_up_with_a_stranger_m_via