I only date girls, but have had some success in hooking up with guys discreetly over Craigslist. One day I felt like I hit the dick jackpot with a married guy who was nervous but ultimately had a great time.

He replied to my ad saying that he wished he had the guts to actually go through with it. Usually this just means that someone wants to chat and get some dick pics, which is not very interesting for me... but for some reason I thought this guy might be open to being persuaded.

So we emailed a bit back and forth, and I assured him that we could be discreet, since I'm not out (I wouldn't even consider myself gay or even bi) and prefer to keep things very private. He explained that his wife was out of town, and that he could host in his house.

Eventually, his hormones outweighed his reservations and he agreed to meet. I headed right over. We didn't even exchange face photos or phone numbers, just two guys horny to get off with another cock.

When I got there, we went to his attached guest unit in his house, which he had carefully prepared with a towel and a neatly made bed. He was a tall, handsome man. I could tell he was well-off and a professional of some sort, maybe a lawyer or a doctor. An older gentleman, maybe 45 or 50, but that's my type. Very soft-spoken, a little nervous, but very friendly. We were quickly able to feel relaxed.

I immediately got to taking my clothes off, and he did likewise. I turned around to face him, and that's when I saw it: a big, thick hunk of meat, dangling between two muscular, hairy legs. Even flaccid, it had to be 6.5 inches, and thick. It had to be one of the best-looking dicks I have seen anywhere, in person or in porn. A big, fat mushroom head, and smooth, clean-looking skin. Big veins down the side. I couldn't help myself... I immediately got on my knees and got to work, before we could even walk over to the bed.

I took his cock in my hand, and began to lick all around it, down the shaft and around his heavy ballsack. He smelled lightly of scented soap... he must have taken a shower before I came over, such a courteous man. He was lightly trimmed and neat. His cock and balls tasted amazing.

As I teased him more and more, he began to lightly moan. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back as he stood there, taking in that it was finally happening. As I could feel his thick shaft filling up and stiffening, I couldn't hold back anymore... I quickly took him into my mouth, as smoothly and deeply as I could. If he was moaning gently before, his moan this time was loud enough to show his shyness was going away.

I worked his cock over and over, seeing how deeply I could go. He was huge. He was definitely a shower, but once fully hard he had to be at least 8 inches, and so thick that I couldn't even get my hand around it. As I took him deeper and deeper into my throat, I began to gag. Then I would pull him out, stroke him with both hands, and hungrily lick up and down his shaft. Underneath, over, around, and then back to sucking him like I hadn't eaten in weeks.

After a few minutes of this, he clearly wanted to take his turn. He gently guided me over to the bed, where he quietly asked me if I could sit at the end and spread my legs. I did so willingly, rock hard and excited to see him enjoy and explore.

He went straight for it, putting his mouth over my cock and sliding down. He glided up and down my shaft like he had already been sucking dick for years. He alternated his sucking with running his hands up and down my cock, firmly gripping and twisting as he went. He was a natural. I'm very verbal when I get sucked, so I moaned loudly and told him how good it felt. He was having a great time.

After a few minutes of him taking his turn, I was getting close to cumming already, so I slowed him down a bit. He said he wanted to try to 69, and I couldn't agree more. He stood up and got onto the bed, and we crawled over to the center. As we lay on our sides, I took him into my mouth yet again, and he took mine.

He was still rock hard, and the position made it easier to take more of him into my mouth. I never got all the way down, but damned if I didn't try... I could feel my cock, slicked up, going in and out of his mouth as I eagerly took his over and over. Every now and then I would come up for air, stroking his wet cock and feeling him moan and grunt. He was getting close.

I felt him stop sucking, and that's when I knew it was time. He turned more onto his back, and told me he was about to cum. He asked me where he should cum. Such a gentleman, still. I told him he absolutely needed to cum in my mouth. That's the only way to do it. He laid back, relaxed, ready for it to happen.

I scooted up more and got onto my knees, ready to take it all in. I started sucking with a more steady pace, stroking up and down that thick shaft at the same time. I massed his balls. I ran my hands up and down his hairy thighs. Steady, but not too fast... I wanted it to last. I felt him get stiffer and stiffer. His moans and grunts got more frantic. He started breathing more heavily. The time was here.

He let out a loud moan, a low pitched, open mouth declaration that he was releasing: "Oooowwwwhhhhh!" He started to buck. I pushed my mouth down, not deepthroating but not sucking too hard on his sensitive tip. I waited for my reward.

He started to fill my mouth. Sometimes older guys don't cum much, but I do not exaggerate when I say he came A LOT. Two big gulps right out of the shaft. So warm and creamy. Thick... the perfect load to fill my mouth, more than once. After the first big pumps, he started to twitch. He's one of those guys that gets sensitive after he cums.

I pulled back and gave him a little bit of space, but not too much. I kept my hands on his shaft, firmly pulling up. There was more to come out, and I was determined to get it. As drops came up and out of his tip, I happily but gently lapped them up with my tongue. A few times I carefully took him in my mouth again, lightly cleaning up the mess I'd made over his huge tool.

He sat up, as if coming out of a trance, and I asked him if it was okay if I finished myself off with him in my mouth. Gentleman that he is, he obliged, sitting on the edge of the bed and placing a towel down for me.

He was started to go softer, but sucking on a spent cock is one of the great joys of hooking up with men. Still huge, lightly engorged, he tasted amazing as ever as I sat on my knees, working out a load of my own.

He sat back with his eyes closed, relaxed in his breathing and still basking in the afterglow. Tasting his cock, I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned all over his mushroom head as I exploded, shooting three big, hot ropes onto the towel. I relaxed and slumped down, coming out of my own trance.

We cleaned up and toweled off. I wish I could say there was cum everywhere, but all of his had gone into my mouth, and mine neatly on the towel. We chatted a bit about nothing as we got dressed. The weather. The weekend. Whatever.

Then it was done. I grabbed my keys and headed out. He went back to sitting in his garden.

The only regret I have is that we haven't connected again. We exchanged emails, but the times I've messaged, his wife is in town. Probably rare for him to be home alone. But hopefully one day I'll hear from him, and I'll race over... the best dick I've ever had, from the married man, the gentleman.