No Fucking Way

I’m on a roll these days so I’m just going to enjoy it while it lasts.  Growlr has been my friend so I have it “on” a lot of the time.  Around 6 a.m. this morning my phone started to buzz and I was being hit up on Growlr.  Very handsome profile photo so it immediately got my attention and got me out of bed with a major hard on.

He was very direct….and very handsome.  He cut through the shit and went straight to “do you live in…?” and named my town.  Intrigued but a little freaked out.  I didn’t respond and he pressed on.  “Do you live on….?” And named my fucking street.  What the hell?? Freaked me out but damn if he wasn’t good looking.  Then he just said “I believe I live two doors down from you.”  With a LOL.

Let’s put a pin in it right there for a moment. 

I have lived in my home for 25 years.  It all started to fall into place.  I knew the house he said he lived in and I realized who he was.  He was this hot Italian “kid” I’d crushed on for years.  Always had his shirt off in the yard.  Nice face, but not pretty.  Nice body, but not gym built.  A few tattoos but not too many.  However, I had the total wrong opinion of him. For years, as I passed his house and he was outside, I thought he was thinking “there goes that faggot.”

Only to find out he wanted me more than I wanted him.  He wanted to come over right away but I have a partner and that wasn’t possible.  He pressed me hard and I was tempted but couldn’t make it happen.  We made plans for later that day but that time came and went with no word.  Then, as I’m sitting down to dinner, my phone rings and it’s him.  Lucky for him I did have to make a trip to my neighbors’ house for a reason and he said his parents were gone for the evening.

Did I want to hang a little?  I said it would have to be a quickie and that was cool.  He greeted me at his parent’s front door in just underwear.  His pics were better than in person but he was still cute.  He was also wasted.  Had a lot of booze on his breath and quick led me back to his bedroom.  This boy was the very definition of a “mammoni,” and if you don’t know what that is google it.  It perfectly describes him.  30-year-old living home with his parents with his Mom cooking for him, cleaning for him, etc. 

I took the lead, again, and pushed him to the bed.  I knew what he wanted, or needed.  He had a decent dick and even though he was wasted he got a good rock solid hardon which I devoured.  He lasted maybe 10 minutes and that’s because I held off with my skills until I heard “I’m going to cum” and he blew a nice thick load in my mouth.

Oh, I forgot to mention that I handed him my phone and said “want to record this?”  He was, as I said, down for it.  And so, he did.  He used phrases like “aight” and “fuckin a” etc.  I didn’t care because I was horny as fuck and down for swallowing this load. 

I do have the video he took of me blowing him but, at this moment, not ready to post it here.  I am, however, going to share these photos with you for your enjoyment.

He texted me later “see you soon,” but we’ll see.

Flaky was a term I think I’d use to describe him.  Nothing malicious.  Just flaky.