Back about five years ago, I was at probably my lowest point. My wife had just left me -- no, it wasn't because of my interests here, but rather something else, something very upsetting that it pains me to even recall it vaguely. Let's just say it took me totally by surprise and really made me question what I was even good for: could I even sustain a real relationship? Did I deserve to be happy? It was a core-rocking thing, and I guess it did lead to a few good things, including realizing that now was my time to real explore and indulge in my curiosities and interests. Which is what made me get on good ol' Craigslist, back when it was a thing, and find a bud to at the very least jerk off with, and potentailly much more.

After the usual weeks -- maybe it was months? -- of CL bullshitting (encountering flakes, gay guys who just wanted to fuck me, creepy old dudes -- sorry old dudes! -- and etc etc) I finally found a bro who was on almost the save wavelength as me. He was thirtysomething, identified as straight, was very much into jerking to the same kind of porn as me (schoolgirls, gangbangs, sloppy BJs, MILFs handling big cocks), and could host. At the outset, he wasn't my ideal type physically -- smooth-chested Asian guy, lean and almost twink-like. But hey, he did have a solid six-inch cut cock, and really it's the cock that I'm most interested in. I know a lot of guys here feel the same way.

So after some chatting, I agreed to head over to his place once lazy Saturday afternoon. We make the awkward small talk, and then quickly he throws on some porn. Perfect clip of a young petite girl in a cheerleader outfit getting gangbanged by a bunch of cocks, white and black. He immediately strips and sits down on his bed, and I do the same. We start talking about how badly we want to fuck the girl, but we're both staring at each other's dicks. More talk about how fun it would be to hire a hooker and share her, and we inch closer to one another. Suddenly, the fact that he's twink-y gets me harder than I thought, more excited. I reach out and touc his leg, it's so smooth, almost like a girl's. He likes it. Then the big question; he asks me if I've ever kissed a guy. Honestly, I hadn't. Hadn't even thought about it before. But I am in a what-the-hell kind of mood, and we go for it. It's strange and hot a thte same time -- like kissing a girl, just .. well, rougher. Maybe it's his aggressive tongue, maybe it's just what kissing a guy felt like. I was into it, tbh -- not mind-blowing, but fun. But what made it more fun was what happened next.

As we're kissing -- really, full-blown making out -- he reaches over and starts playing with my nipples. Oh fuck yes, this is it. I start to beat my cock harder with one hand while grabbing his torso closer to mine as he gently flicks and then starts to twist my nipples. I stop jerking and take his cock in my hand, it's really throbbing now, and slick with precum. It's all happening so fast, but we're just going at it. One moment he's kissing me, the next he's licking my nipples, then I'm licking his nipples, running my tongue along his smooth chest, one of us jerking the other, both of us jerking each other, our bodies close now, and then suddenly I'm flciking my tongue across the head of his warm, juicy cock. Oh fuck this feels so good, just testing it out with my tongue and then taking him inside my mouth. He's moaning, I'm moaning, and slupring, and spitting to get his dick nice and wet for my mouth. Oh god, is this what I've been missing? We're so intertwined with one another that the porn just fades into the background. He's my slut now, i'm his slut, we're each other's. Fuck!

I stand up, and decide then start to get aggressive, ordering him like a little whore to suck my dick now. He does willingly, like a good little cock hungry slut. Sucking and slobbering and jerking and trying like hell to get me off. He tells me to call him my little whore bitch, and I oblige. He's so good at this, maybe even better than the two or three girls who I consider all-time cocksuckers from my experience. But I don't want to cum yet, it's so good so I take a step back and then tell him to order mer around, it's my turn to be the whore. I start to go back at hime again, and then he places his hands at the back of my head and thrusts me forward, forcing me almost to take his entire cock in my throat. Fuck yes, make me your cock slave! I start to gag a bit but I can tell he loves it, and so do I. And when I pull my mouth away, dripping with spit and precum and sweat, he announces he's about to cum.

I get up, and we both take a hold of each other's cocks, jerking them as we shoot ropes, and then kissing at the same time. I just don't think I can adequately articulate how it felt to feel the taste of my precum and sweat on his tongue at the same time I shot my load, and could feel his cock relaease his load. Is this just the ultiamte feeling of release? I would argue yes. We both moan and fall to the bed, and just exhausted, we laugh a little. The post-nut clarity, though, kicks in pretty fucking hard and we both say cool that was fun, and get dressed. We plan to do it again sometime, but he ghosts me. Not surprising, though disappointing. I spotted a photo of him and what I assumed was his GF -- hot but prim and proper looking little Asian chick who probably never sucks him off, or not like that -- on his fridge as I leave, so maybe that was the end of the that. But it provided me jerk material for days, months, years. Hopefully you will jerk to that memory of mine, too.