The Asshole: First off, I wasn't having much luck, but a gangbanger caught my eye and I thought I'd toy with him by cruising him. To my surprise, he was very receptive to my advances. He yelled "Hey, Man!" and put on a thug-walk to show me his style, I guess. In his white T-shirt and blue-jeans shorts with white sneakers and socks, I was interested in watching the show. After he crossed the crosswalk, I decided to follow and see what he'd do next. He smiled and hand-motioned for me to pull up in the next block. I did and he came from behind to talk. I could tell he'd had a few drinks but wasn't drunk. He said he lived down the block and wouldn't mind taking a ride. After about ten minutes of chatting and driving nowhere, he told me to pull in an alley. I said no - I wanted to stay on the main street. However, when he said he had to take a piss, I parked at the entryway to an alley and told him to take his piss behind the garbage dumpster. He purposely stood a distance from the dumpster, took out a 'third leg,' shook it and pissed about a gallon of beer. Shook it real good and stroked it a couple of times before putting it back in his shorts. He knew, of couse, that I would be watching since I was cruising him before he got in my vehicle. He got back in with legs spread wide and a bit slouched down in his rider's seat. Then he asked, "So, what's up?" I asked if he had any kids - which he does - and a couple of other questions to determine his straightness, and got all the right answers to determine he's straight as an arrow. Finally, he told me I ask too many questions and just wanted to know what I wanted. I bluntly said, "I'm interested in that third leg you've got there." He made the semi-hard long shaft available to me through his jean shorts. It felt as good as it looked in the alley. He said he is known in the area, a gangbanger, never did this before, and said we'd have to get away from the area before I could do anything else. We drove a distance and got private. I went to undo his jeans shorts and he let me know he'd take his dick out. When I tried to unbuckle his belt and unsnap the shorts above the zipper, he said no. He only wanted his dick out through the boxers and zipper. Balls couldn't come out either. It's been a long time since I had to deal with a guy like this - and I don't miss that type of date at all. After I sucked on his long hard cock for about ten minutes, he started telling me to do it slower... slower... slower. For Christ's sake, if I moved my mouth up and down that shaft any slower, I would have thought I was dead. Then he stopped me because another gallon of beer had to be pissed out of his cock. I asked if I could take a pic of his cock - or at least a pic of my mouth on his cock - I got the answer I assumed I'd get from a guy like this - No Pics! When he turned half-way around to take his second piss within twenty minutes, I snapped a pic of him scooping his cock out of his drawers and a couple more. In the dark without a flash, naturally, they didn't turn out well at all. Good thing is that he didn't catch me taking them. After sucking him another ten minutes or so, he said "You're taking too long - take me home." That was it. I raised my voice and told him, "You're the one taking too long! You drank too much! I didn't!" He didn't argue - he just zipped up. Then he insisted on me memorizing this fucking story in case someone in his hood asks us how we know each other. And as if I needed to be told, he told me not to tell anybody that he let me suck his dick. When I got to the corner where he was going to get out, he said he needed some money. I told him I don't have money to pay for dick - and if I did, I wouldn't pay a guy who didn't even nut. Again, the tough guy didn't argue - he just left. What a disappointment. What an asshole.
Totally unsatisfied with that date, I cruised around some more. After some time, I saw the past-date that I saw sitting in front of a bar a couple nights before in new black jeans - looking so good. I thought I was going to get him, but he just told me that he couldn't now - maybe tomorrow.
From there, I headed down the strip and eye-balled a nice-looking guy in nice white slacks and sneakers with a blue-jeans jacket over a body shirt. As I circled back to get a better look and possibly make my move, he took his jeans jacket off to show me his worked-out body. When I pulled over, he was quick to walk up to me and ask what I wanted. Since he took his jacket off to acknowledge my interest, I was blunt. I told him I wanted to get to know him better. He shocked me with his continued bluntness by telling me that he fucks but doesn't get fucked because he likes women instead of men and has customers who pay up to $300. He told me that I needed that to get to know him. I told him I never have money like that but felt like I'd met a true gigilo and wanted to learn more by continuing the conversation. He continued 'selling his wares' by telling me he works out every day. I asked him if some guys just suck him and he looked confused. He told me that if that's all I wanted to do to him, I must be heterosexual. At this point, naturally, I thought he wasn't real bright. Though he was delightful eye candy and interesting to talk to, I didn't complain when he said he needed to move on.
The Dick, (finally): After parting company with this over-priced male prostitute, I saw a guy I see around about once or twice a month but haven't dated in a while because he's usually drunk at night. This night was different. He recognized me, walked over, asked if he could get in my vehicle, and told me that he'd been working every day lately. Being covered with paint from head-to-toe, I didn't have to ask him what kind of work he was doing these days. He was being extra kind to me - like he is when he wants a great blow job. I drove and passed the $300 male prostitute on the corner. I acted as though I wasn't watching him, but I was discreetly watching to see his reaction when he'd find out that I picked up somebody else in less than five minutes of leaving him. He looked shocked! In my rear-view mirror, I could see his head was still turned watching us drive away down the street. Anyway, I went private with the painter for at least two hours - probably three - before he shot one of the all-time biggest loads I've had shot in my jaw - ever. Finally, a very satisfying date for the week.
Pics show his nice hard straight cock which stayed hard for the entire date - including his abundance of uncut skin which he enjoyed having me pull on with my lips and nibble on gently with my tongue and teeth. It was the hott date I wanted and needed.
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