A Note from Jake Jaxson:
I miss flirting. That quick rush of adrenaline that makes you tingle when you've caught the eye of someone you don't know but admire, and hoping the look will be returned.
That knowing look! That "I caught you looking" look. That "who the fuck is that" look. The look that can make your day... and even change your life.
I miss the chance encounters of my youth, when, for lack of money, I rode my bike all over the city. The hot summers of New Orleans kept me in shape and on the prowl. Perched on my bike I had the perfect spot to see and been seen. And those days are fondly remembered.
Don't get me wrong -- today I am happy man. Blessed with abundance and the love and caring of two beautiful men. But time and circumstance now finds me reminiscing about those days, chance encounters that now seem like a distant past. Both of the men in my life were the result of flirting and missed connections. RJ and I flirted for a year at our gym, and out and about, before we connected, and I secretly admired and watched Benny for years in the mirrors of a fancy downtown salon in New York, before that day he ended up washing my hair, coming over later that night and then staying in our lives forever.
Recently, while looking for movie props on Craig's List, I decided to check out the M4M action in our neck of the woods. While there were some hot pictures (some from CockyBoys!!), I was mostly unimpressed -- not for the quality of guys -- but for the totally uncreative and UN-sexy approach to soliciting for no-strings-attached, casual encounter sex. It looked more like a stock index of numbers, sizes and weights, and no effort into the pitch, the sale, the hustle.
However, before giving up, I clicked that one area that I had always ignored -- mostly because I never understood its purpose -- Missed Connections. nd boy was I surprised. It was a collection of such wonderfully sexy and arousing posts. Men all over the city detailing those very chance encounters I loved and missed when I was younger and unattached -- those missed moments at coffee shops, subways, parks, and steam rooms. Some even looking for, and detailing that perfect one night stand, or fretting over lost phone numbers. Writing in detail what they would do if only they had another chance at making a first impression.
I was overwhelmed, turned on and inspired. And so we now bring you our new series "Missed Connections," our little interpretations from actual ads we found online. This is our ode to flirting, and to "putting it out there," Bb they quickies, NSA, a flash in the pan or maybe even forever.
There's no wrong way to make a connection, even if it's as instant as a few quick glances outside a bookshop in Los Angeles. As Ricky Roman
recounts with a deep, sultry narration, it's actually these passing connections that often drive us the most wild. Ricky meets a man named Justin but can't remember that this man is in fact Justin Brody
. And after being so transfixed on Justin's striking blue eyes, his forwardness, and that hard bulge in his denim jeans, Ricky forgets to save Justin's phone number.
With all the advancements in social networking over the past years, you'd think Ricky would have no problem tracking Justin down. But sometimes the good ol' fashion "Missed Connections" section on Craigslist can work wonders. It's worth a shot, and Ricky is still extremely horny fantasizing about all the things he'd let Justin do to him -- kissing, playing with his nipples, playing with his dick. But little does he know that Justin will be doing much more than that in a few short hours. Almost immediately after posting his ad, Ricky receives the response he'd been waiting for and Justin is inside his hotel room just as eager to fuck!
Working off the spontaneity of their immediate connection, the guys go all out in a never-ending fuckfest. Justin picks up Ricky and pushes him against the wall, strips him down, loosens him up with a nice rimming (already causing Ricky's cock to drip with pre-cum), and begins fucking him from behind within minutes. Wanting to savor every moment, Ricky brings Justin over to his bed and fully engulfs that cock he's been craving.
Ricky had a hard time stuffing Justin's jumbo cock all the way down his throat, but with a little determination and a lot of infatuation, Ricky gave Justin a blowjob for the record books! Ricky's lips alone could make any guy cum within seconds, but Ricky wouldn't allow that from Justin until he got properly plowed a second and third time on that bed.
At times slow and passionate, then quick and aggressive, Justin nailed Ricky in just about every way imaginable all throughout that hotel room. Ricky finally couldn't take it anymore and exploded during an exceptionally fast jack-hammer fuck laying on top of Justin. Turned on by Ricky's complete submission, Justin blew a huge load shortly after. Judging by their electric chemistry, it's pretty safe to say that this was one missed connection well made!