Back when there were Craigslist hookups years ago, I had my best encounter that made me realize something about pleasuring another man. It’s not about strength or how attractive another man is…it’s the skills and what they’re willing to do to please you.
Patrick responded to my ad with a pic with a familiar face, I had seen him on the dating apps but never paid attention to him. Maybe he was slightly above average looking, beefy, and had a kind face. His expression was innocent, yet masculine without trying to be fake which read like—can I take care of your load? What really got me was the dark red shirt he was wearing in the pic…A Levi’s logo was front and center.
His reply had revealed his name and number, so I did a quick FB search which revealed a matching profile and different pics of the same guy. I wasn’t sure, but the guy’s shirt was really getting to me. It was worth a try, so I commented on his shirt and asked if he wore Levi’s jeans.
That sealed the deal and I gave him my address. When he arrived, he was wearing the same shirt and Levi’s jeans. We chatted for a bit, he was definitely kind and had a calming effect on me. I learned he had run a carpet cleaning business in San Francisco and that was a turn on, but I wasn’t about to reveal my vacuum interest and potentially turn the guy off. Guys I felt the most comfortable with were brought upstairs to my bedroom loft, others took care of business right there in my living room right where they entered. This guy was definitely coming up to my bedroom.
I sat on the edge of my bed and he kneeled on the floor in front of me. I had no idea he’d provide one of the best blowjobs I’d ever have. The talking was over and it was now up to him to show me what he wanted to do. He gently undid my clothes to reveal my throbbing cock. He seemed to enjoy the reveal like it was something special. Paused to study and compliment my cock. He was very gentle and kind. It was almost as if he couldn’t believe I had invited him over, but clearly, he loved doing this.
His mouth opened and he began the extraction. Slow and steady, gentle and kind just like his demeanor. He wasn’t a cocksucker, it wasn’t about the suction—he was draining me. The tingling I felt in my stomach just above my cock was literally pulled in to my cock towards his mouth. His gentle mouth was coaxing my body to do all the work for him. All my energy was slowly steadily flowing to his mouth and down the drain. Energy and tingling in other parts of my body I hadn’t felt before met the same fate. I was trying to make it last longer because it felt so good, but he really was physically absorbing my will to hang on.
My body began to quiver as he consumed the last bits of energy I had left. He had taken nearly everything. Then all that was left was the barrier holding in the tank of my kids. With no energy left and his gently coaxing mouth, all it would take was little bit of suction to remove the dam holding back my kids. It had all happened faster than I thought.
With that thought, my body gave in as he consumed what was left of my soul. My tank opened and began to pulse out all the contents of my kids into the carpet cleaners mouth and he swallowed everything calmly with ease as I moaned and yelled “fuuuuuk.” He had been a good carpet cleaner and had cleaned me up real good, no wet mess to speak of. He had drained every square inch of my body, and drained my tank dry swallowing everything.
When he rose he calmly complimented me and let me know that he enjoyed everything. He didn’t look the least bit tired. Out the door he went as if nothing had happened. He wasn’t a cocksucker—he was a soul drainer. He calmly enjoyed what he was doing, he did what I asked, he wanted to please me so I would succumb to his satisfaction of draining everything my body held.
Various encounters (some good, some bad) didn’t compare to Patrick. He was the only one I had over for a second time. I had his number, so out of blue I texted him and started teasing him. He was busy, but I had gotten him “hot and bothered.” So he came over again. He wasn’t wearing anything Levi’s, but he took care of me well again. Not wanting him to become a regular, I never contacted him again. I still think of his quiet power of coaxing my body to drain everything it had into his mouth and innocently walking away.
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