Dude 177, Hollywood

Dude 177.  I'll call him Hollywood.

"Hollywood" looked a lot like this
guy on TV.

He came over.  Dyed expensive hairstyle, big expensive Hollywood sunglasses.  Quite obviously gay, although I doubt it was so obvious to him.

He "didn't have much time", and went down on me toot-sweet....or is that tout-suite?

At first there was A LOT of suction, but it really enhanced the tongue movement.  I thought maybe I'd cum in just a few minutes.

Unfortunately, Hollywood didn't have the stamina to keep that up for very long, and the BJ degraded into a spitty HJ/BJ combination, but it still felt pretty good.

He sent this photo of himself,
Look at that coif!

I finally came, but when I announced it, he pulled off.  Then, the fucker didn't even have the decency to stroke me though the orgasm, so I was sitting there watching my pulsing dick through squinty orgasm eyes.


Hollywood was worried cause he got some cum on his pants.  He stood there almost terrified.  I told him to go the bathroom and get cleaned up.

He looked like I was speaking Chinese, and he said, "I've got to clean this cum off my pants!"

This time the tone of my voice was like a parent yelling at his kid.  "Go to the bathroom where there is a sink and towel, and clean yourself up!"

He did, then started to leave.  "And you're 100% clean, right?" he asked.

Really Hollywood?  You're asking that now?

I told him yes, and he fled.