No, that's not tacky. That's smart.
A few exchanges later and I was stopping by his place on my way to the office.
I should have turned around when he opened the door and I saw 4 cats. I should have turned around when I heard his nelly voice. But, I was hard, and I've had nelly guys give me good head before.
He clumsily played with his enormous computer on a card table in his bedroom, which looked like a bad collection of showroom crap from Aaron Rents circa 1988. I put my clothes on the only surface that wasn't covered in cat hair. AGAIN, I should have left. My cock was thinking for me, ever hopeful.
He finally stripped down to what were probably circa 1988 Jockey elance biknis - which in 1988 may have been hot - but now they drooped, sagged, and .... yeah, just didn't do it for me.
Thank GOD for the TIM porn on the computer. He clumsily sucked my cock, so I "took the wheel" and fucked his throat. He couldn't handle it, I didn't care - at this point the biggest risk was being vomited on and I didn't see that happening.
Willing myself to cum, mostly with the aid of TIM porn and my right hand, I fed him a load. He lept out of the bed like his tacky underwear were on fire and I could hear him hocking out my cum in the bathroom. RUDE.
As I left, he was telling me what a hot fuck I am and that I should return. Feeling somewhat brazen and honest, I looked him in the eye, said, "Thanks, and don't worry...I won't be back."
Can't win them all.