Skip to the *********** for the sexytimes, but the setup is worth it I think.
So just for context, this took place almost a decade ago, when Craigslist personals was up and running. Sure, more often than not you got strung along by someone who would flake out, fish for pics, or stop responding after a few messages, but for the dedicated pervs there was plenty of fun to be had. I was in my early 30s, single, horny, and morally deficient.
Another thing I was – bi-curious. This *definitely* helped your chances of actually meeting someone on CL. I was and am mostly straight, but every now and then I got the insatiable desire to be at the receiving end of a cock. I can’t quite pinpoint where or when it happened. I think it came with the realization that I would feel like a slave to my own cock’s desires to fuck, to pound and fill and dominate a pussy, an ass, a mouth. So I was already at the whims of one cock – my own. I wondered what it would be like to be at the whims of another? To have no other purpose, even if only momentary, to fulfill the needs of a cock that was not my own? After all, I knew firsthand the sheer agony of wanting – no, **needing** – to have the pressure released, to have my balls drained through a good orgasm. Maybe I could serve as the outlet that another man needed?
So it was this particular mood that I was in as I perused the casual encounters section of Craigslist this particular night. One ad caught my eye in the M4M section. The title was something like “Warm Throat Needed.” From what I recall, the text was very brief and said something like “Title says it all. Married traveler needs to unload.”
Naturally I emailed from my throwaway account with my details: “Early 30s, single white male, 5’8, 160 lbs and very eager to help provide some relief. What are your stats?” I linked a body shot with my face cropped out and hit send.
A few minutes later I got a reply. “Married white male, traveling for work. Staying at the Double Tree. 50s, 5’11, 200ish lbs.” His attached photo showed an older man standing in what was probably his computer room back home, completely nude, a very slight belly, salt and pepper hair scattered across his upper body. His pubes were mostly trimmed, and revealed a hard ~5″ cock with average girth. Not that big, but I wasn’t interested in judging him, just blowing him.
I was in. After discussing some details I discovered that he had never topped before but was interested. For tonight he was mostly just looking for a release, not trying to dominate, just be serviced, but was open to more. He had a regular guy that would service him back home, but he was traveling. I told him I would be over in half an hour, just needed his room number. I hit send on that email and went to my bathroom to prep my ass just in case his horniness got the better of him and he wanted to try topping.
Cleaned out and with lube and a plug in place (I like to arrive ready to go, it’s rude to keep a hard, horny cock waiting) I checked my email and got his room number, grabbed my car keys and was on my way.
The hotel he was staying in was about 20 minutes away, plenty of time to get those nervous butterflies in your stomach that always show up when you’re meeting a stranger for no strings attached sex. The moral debate of “should I be sucking this married guy’s cock” always sprung up. But the way I saw it, I posed absolutely no risk to her. I wasn’t going to steal her man, I didn’t *want* to steal him. I just wanted to relieve that pain that comes from needing a good release but not having anyone there to help with that. She should be thanking me, I reasoned, for making sure her husband was taken care of so thoroughly, for being so subservient to his needs. Besides, she would be none the wiser and he wasn’t reaching out to some young woman that he would be ostensibly more inclined to leave her for. I was just a tool to make him cum, nothing more.
With any moral dilemmas assuaged, I parked my car and entered the hotel. The Double Tree is a more upscale hotel, so the businessman vibe was definitely correct for being in town for work. I made my way to the elevator and hit the button for the 4th floor. When the doors opened I slowly walked down the hall, both nervous and excited. I could feel my ass clenching up on the plug I had inserted before I left, the lube sliding around the shaft that was keeping my asshole open ever so slightly, just in case the man needed my asshole.
I arrived at his room. The security lock deadbolt was pushed to the outside, propping the door open ever so slightly, in anticipation of my arrival. There was no turning back – I opened the door and entered.
The room was dimly lit. I folded the security lock inside and closed the door. As my eyes adjusted, I saw him sitting in a chair he had pulled up to the end of one of the two queen beds in the room. He had on nothing but a towel and appeared to be freshly showered. On the end of the bed within arm’s reach was a tablet, playing some straight porn with the volume on low. He didn’t acknowledge my presence.
I approached him nervously. I didn’t know what to say, so I asked if I could use the bathroom before we got started. He nodded in the direction of the bathroom. I slinked inside and closed the door. It was warm, clearly he had just showered in anticipation of my arrival. I checked the plug – damn, didn’t do as good a job on prepping down there. I slipped it back in, washed my hands and splashed some water on my face. It’s now or never. I exited the bathroom.
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As I appoached him now, I could see that he had unwrapped his towel, exposing himself to me, though he was still more focused on the porn on his tablet. His flaccid penis was there, waiting for me and my warm mouth and throat to get him hard and make him cum.
I started taking my clothes off – I didn’t know where he would want to finish, but I didn’t want it on my clothes. Once stripped, I knelt down between his legs and took a close look at his cock with the light from my phone. It’s no guarantee of a clean cock, but I could at least confirm that there was no visible signs of anything to cause concern.
Satisfied, I turned off my light and placed his soft cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, sucking it in and out past my lips again and again. With my right hand I gently caressed his balls, massaging them and loosening them up. Occasionally I would let his cock fall out of my mouth and pull one of his balls into my mouth, sucking and humming softly on it. WIth my left hand, I gently pushed the plug in and out of my ass.
I could hear the porn on his tablet over the sucking and slurping noises I was making. It was two women sucking off a guy, taking turns blowing him. I tried to put myself in the mindset of these women – my sole purpose is to make this cock feel good, to cum. He began growing in my mouth at this point, and I was able to use my whole mouth and tongue across the length of his dick. He wasn’t large enough to make me gag, so I felt good knowing that I could fit the entirety of it in my mouth, leaving no part of his manhood neglected. I didn’t need to wrap my hands around the base of it like you see in porn, I could just take the whole thing, sliding and gliding past my lips, wrapped gently over my teeth. My face was just fully pressed into his crotch, my nose and forehead were hitting his belly, my hands on the sides of his legs/hips. I wanted to pull him deeper into my mouth, I wanted him to know there was no limit, that I would take his cock as deep as he wanted to drive it into my mouth and throat. I wanted him to know that I was the good little sub service cockslut that he needed in that moment. I placed my hands on his hips and pulled myself deeper on him – I was the warm, wet, relief he had been needing this whole time.
His dick was good and hard now, achingly so, I could tell by how it throbbed on my tongue. My jaw was getting tired from being open and sucking, licking, caressing the whole thing, my neck from bobbing my head head up and down in his lap for what felt like half an hour, but was probably more like 15 minutes. He was getting close, I could tell. Little twitches now and again were becoming more frequent. I thought he might start thrusting into my mouth as he got closer, but he was letting me do my duty and bring him to climax on my own – this is, after all, what he had wanted.
Without warning he started grunting – I was about to earn my reward! He was so close that I didn’t want to stop and ask where he wanted to cum, as I figured he just wanted to blow it right between my lips where his dick was currently being milked. Which is exactly what he did, unleashing rope after rope of that sweet, salty cum into my eager mouth. It felt like a week’s worth of his seed filled my face, my lips wrapped tightly around the shaft of his cock to prevent and leakage.
I sat there on my knees, face in this stranger’s lap, his cum and rapidly softening cock in my mouth. I was there to service, and so I remained there, naked, on my knees, hands still on his hips, not moving, just reveling in the pleasure I had just provided. When he was finished with me, he would let me know. Until then I was still servicing, keeping his cock warm and comfortable in that post orgam relief. I didn’t want to overstimulate as many women have done for me in the past, so I just kept it in my mouth, patiently awaiting for instructions on what he wanted next.
We remained there for 3 or 4 more minutes before he motioned for me to stand up. I carefully withdrew his cock from my mouth, slurping the cum from it as I did to make sure it didn’t make a mess on him. He reached over to the dresser where he had placed a hand towel earlier, giving it to me to spit into and clean up my face.
He thanked me for my services and I thanked him for the opportunity to provide them.
I got dressed and exited the room, and drove home, never to see this man whose name I never learned again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/r51mh0/married_traveler_needs_my_mouth_for_relief