An Expensive Blowjob

I had a hookup a few nights ago. A guy from Grindr messaged me who had no face pic on his profile, but his stats gave me the impression he'd be what I'd be interested in. I asked him for a face pic and additional pics and he sent me a picture of his cock. Which was a nice cock, but it was no face picture. 

I have a general, long adhered-to rule of not meeting up with anyone without getting a face picture first. I don't believe I've ever deviated from that rule. I think I've come close a couple of times, but I don't believe I've ever actually broken the rule. It's a really good rule. I'll get into that more in a bit. 

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I was thinking with my cock this night and agreed to meet up with him in spite of having not seen his face. He gave me his address and I headed his way. About 20 minutes later I was outside of his house, waiting for him, at an hour of the night that makes Neighborhood Watches nervous, so people kept looking out their window at me. What was odd was it seemed to be people at this house. 

Most of the time when you go to pick up some young fella, he's trying to get out without his roommates asking too many questions, or, if he's living with family, without them noticing he's gone. So having what appears to be several sets of eyes looking out the window, was unnerving, and suspicious... for them and me.

I sent him a few messages saying that I was there and I was getting annoyed by the delay. He knew I was coming, and I gave him updates as I headed that way, so he should have been ready when I got there. After about five or ten minutes of waiting and feeling uncomfortable stares I gave up and drove off... sort of. While I was waiting for him, I was also texting a friend whom I had been chatting with all night. I had told him what I was up to and what this guy was doing, so when I drove off, I actually just went around the corner and pulled over where there were fewer houses. That's when the guy I was there to meet decided to message me and say he was ready and ask where I was. Ugh! 

I told him I went around the corner, he came walking up from behind me, got in, and we drove off to find some discreet place to play. I managed to find some place, parked the car, shut it off, and went to town on his cock... thoroughly distracted in the moment. When we were done, I drove him home but this time he wanted me to go a different route, which seemed odd. He claimed he didn't live where I had picked him up. We were still in the same housing development, but on a different part of the block. As he was telling me where to stop he said, "I live on the other side of those houses," and pointed. I looked at my GPS, which has a satellite view, but there are no houses over there. I just shrugged it off as a guy who didn't want me knowing where he lived and was too stupid to remember he already gave me his address.

A while later, when I was down to about a teaspoon of gas and 15 miles from home, I pulled into a gas station, pulled out my wallet, and noticed that all of my money, a little less than $50, was gone. Money which I had just put in there a few hours earlier. 

Some background info: I often take my wallet out of my pocket when I'm driving. It's uncomfortable to sit on, so I toss it on the dashboard. If I'm going to have a stranger in my car, I'll toss it in the back and hide it under some of the crap I have back there. I'm guessing I didn't hide it well enough. 

I did notice at one point that my wallet wasn't wear I had originally set it, but I had thought it had just moved while I was driving, but he must have grabbed it, and rooted through it while I was going to town on his cock. This would explain him holding me down on it, and asking me to lick his balls a lot, etc. Well, actually, it may not explain it, but, whatever. 

So, I'm at this gas station and I have no cash. I also can't use my debit card because the night before I got an overdraft statement due to a hacker hacking into Origin.com and attempting to buy a couple of games. When I got the overdraft statement, I called the bank, and told them I didn't make the purchases. Actually, only one went through, but they tried to make two. The bank reversed the charges and cancelled my debit card, just to be on the safe side, so I wasn't able to access what little cash I had in there. 

I was stranded at a gas station 15 miles from home thanks to this asshole. 

I tried calling a friend of mine, but there was no answer. Most of my friends don't have cars, or I knew would be at work, so I was limited on who all I could bug. I ended up having to bite the bullet and call my mom and explain the situation to her. My mom, being the saint that she is, made no judgements and came to my aid, driving up from her boyfriend's house to rescue me. Gotta love her!

Now, how would have a photo have made a difference? Had he sent a photo, he might have been less inclined to steal from me, knowing that I might be able to show it to police. And that is exactly what I would have done. I made a couple of mistakes, here. Having no photo, being the primary one, but also not seeing exactly which house he came from, I can't go to the police and say that he came from that house. He could have given me a nearby address and come out of another house. I also don't know his name. So, I'm shit out of luck in doing anything about this. But I've learned a lesson. He also blocked me on Grindr, which seems like a bit of a hint to his guilt, but, hell, people block you all the time after a hookup, so, that's not all that telling. But I'm 100% certain that he took the money. No one else had access to my wallet. Not a single soul. 

So, always get their photo. Always save their photos and their address, at least temporarily, until you know everything is groovy. Hell, in some cases, share the info with a trusted friend so they know who you'll be with and where you'll be, just to be on the safe side. 

Learn from my mistake.