They can't all be winners.

The morning after the experience in my last post, I was dropping off my car for service. I got a ping on Scruff from a guy who looked like a cute, scruffy early 40s dude. His profile talked the right game - liking masculine men into men and leather. He was fairly direct and to the point, asking if it was tacky to tell me he wanted to suck my cock.

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.