lets be more then friends?

I was reticent to talk to this self-described Blatino guy when I first saw him along Century Blvd. in Los Angeles. Mistakenly, I had “judged a book by its cover”. This man defines that misjudgement, solely because of his outward appearance which telegraphed an unknown danger to me. What I found, however, was an intelligent, articulate man whose life is framed within the realities of his upbringing and circumstances. For him, gang life provides a structure and family that he otherwise didn't have. He was looking to find a parallel path within this family in making himself a legit career in music. When he shed his pants, this dude was *ready*; half hard before my even touching him; a beautiful brown penis with a pink dickhead that demanded attention. He had this thrusting motion with my head in his hands that just defines 'straight dude getting some head'. Despite his menacing appearance, he asserted this sort of gentle control throughout and finally blew his load all over my face. I thanked him for letting me blow him.