I rarely used Grindr because it was full of fake profiles and paranoid DL men, but I was in a mood that night. I was swiping through profiles when a guy messaged me his phone number. I checked out his profile but the only pic he had up was a pixelated pic of what looked like a pair of shoes. I sent him a message back saying I wasn’t interested and when he asked why, I told him because he had no pics up. He then sent a message telling me to call him and I wouldn’t regret it. I was going to block him and move on, but something told me to try it. So, I called him. “Wassup?” he said after answering the call on the second ring. “Are you going to send me a pic?” I asked immediately. He laughed and said, “Why send a pic when you can come see me in public?” “Your profile said you’re on the low. How can we meet in public if you’re on the low?” “Ain’t nobody really in here right now. The store will be closing’ soon.” “Store? What store?” “Target. I’m in the snack shop part of the store. If you wanna meet up, then get yo fine ass down here. Your pics look sexy as fuck, bruh.” Flattered, I laughed a little and asked, “You’re at the Target in Signal Hill?” “Yep. I’m sitting’ at a table with my dick on brick thinkin’ about what yo head game must be like. Them lips look like they can do some damage. I ain’t never been sucked up by a dude before.” “You haven’t?” “Nah, but I heard y’all know what to do. I need my dick slurped on and gagged on for real. I ain’t nutted in over a week.” “Alright, let me throw on some clothes and I’ll come meet you. If you’re on any kind of bullshit, I swear I will put you on blast in public.” He laughed again and said, “Bruh, I ain’t on that bullshit. You’ll see.” “I’ll be there shortly.” “Bet.” I ended the call and tried not to get excited or get my hopes up. I really needed some dick that night and I admit I was a little turned on by the fact that he’d never been with another guy before. True curious men were like unicorns, and it was always amazing seeing their reactions to some of the things I’d do to them. Before leaving to go meet up with my Grindr hookup, I told myself that if it didn’t work out then I could still jackoff while one of my anal toys was up in my ass. When I arrived at Target, I was a little anxious. I’d met guys in public before but something about this time felt different and I didn’t know why. I made my way to the snack shop in the store and saw two guys in there; one was at the counter talking to a cashier and the other was sitting at the table. He was sitting on top of the bench by himself, so I knew it was him. He was a little too skinny for my taste, but he was sexy. He did look a little rough though, like he could have been in a gang or something. Still, he was sexy. “Wassup?” I said as I approached him. “I’m Craig.” He gave me a look and then licked his lips before saying, “Wassup, bruh. My name’s Drake.” I looked at him for a little while without saying anything and then asked, “Are you really into this?”
“Yeah, bruh. You good or what? Because I need to tell my boys not to come pick me up from here.” “You didn’t drive here?” “I don’t have a car.” “Oh.” I thought about it for a second and then told him, “You’re good. Come on, man.” He hopped down from the bench and texted his friends while following me out of the store. We got into my car, but I wasn’t going to take him back to my place without knowing a few things about him first. Noticing that I wasn’t starting the car, he looked at me and asked, “Why you ain’t start the car yet?” “Because I need to know some things about you first. What’s your status?” “My what?” “Your health status? You clean or do you have something? Because I need to know if I gotta stop by another store and pick up some condoms.” “I’m clean but if you don’t trust it then you can stop and buy some rubbers. I need to get somethin’ to drink anyway.” “Can I see your dick before we leave this parking lot?” He smiled and shrugged his shoulders before reaching into his pants and underwear and pulled his semi-hard dick out. It was thick and long as fuck. I reached over to grab it and he quickly put it away and said, “Nah, you don’t get to touch until we’re at your place. Shit, you can touch it and slob on it and ride it all you want at your place.” I was satisfied enough to start my car and drive out of the Target parking lot. I stopped at a convenience store near my apartment so that he could buy the condoms and something to drink for himself. When he got back in the car, he put his hand in his pants and played with his dick. It took a lot of self-restraint for me not to pull over on the side of the road and suck his dick right there in my car. We made it to my apartment complex, and I wasted no time getting him up to my apartment. “I gotta warn you, I’m a freak,” I said to him while closing and locking my door. I turned around to see he had a gun aimed at my head. Fear immediately took over me as I asked, “What the fuck are you doing?” “My bad, bruh. This shit ain’t personal.” “Man, if you...” “I don’t want this shit to go bad bruh, you need to chill the fuck out. All I want is whatever money you got on you and any chains or rings you might have up in this apartment.” “All I got is forty dollars in my wallet. I got a gold Rolex in my bedroom.” “That’s it?” “Yes, that’s it?” “Give me your wallet. And do it slowly. This is a revolver, bruh. This shit doesn’t jam, and it will fuck you up.” Slowly, I pulled my wallet from my pocket and handed it to him. He immediately took out the forty dollars I had inside. He then looked through it and pulled out my debit card and asked, “How much money you got in your account?” “Not much.” He laughed a little and said, “Yeah, we’ll see about that.” He pointed to my sofa with the gun and said, “Have a seat.” I sat down and while he was looking through my wallet again, I gently pulled my phone from my pocket and sent a text ‘Call 911 to my place NOW’ to my friend Jonathan. When Drake looked back up, I told him, “Here’s my phone, man. Just want you to know I’m not going to try anything tricky.” “See, I knew you’d be easy to work with. Most faggots do dumb shit or panic and then I must put my hands on them. I mean, I wanted to knock you the fuck out when you made me pull my dick out in the car. I'll just call that the cost of doing business. But real shit, my dick is nice though, right?” “Man, I gave you the money in my wallet and you got my debit card. Why are you still here?” “Bruh, you drove me here, remember? I’m not going to steal your ride to get out of this bitch so the cops can track me down quick. Besides, we’re going to need you to use this card at the ATM.” “We’re?” “Me and my homeboys. I need to call them and give them your address so they can come to get me and you. We are going to steal your TVs and computer and shit first.” He pulled out his phone and called his friends. “Yo, Beam, you not gonna believe this shit, homie. I got another one, bruh. I know, right?” He laughed and continued, “Come to the Urban Village Apartments on Long Beach Blvd. The apartment number is B204. Alight, homie. Hurry the fuck up.” He ended the call, looked at me, and smiled as he said, “Now, all we gotta do is wait.” “So, this is what you and your boys do?” I asked as I relaxed on my sofa. “You trick gay men on dating apps and rob them? That’s fucked up.” “The world is fucked up, Craig. And don’t act like you’ve never finessed anybody out of some money.” “I haven’t. I work for the shit I got. I work over forty hours a week at a job I fucking hate to make a living. I never had to rob anybody or do some dumb shit that could get me locked up.” “Well, I ain’t gonna get locked up because I’m always careful.” I looked away from him and said, “Yeah, I bet you are.” He sat down on my lounge chair across from me and kept the gun aimed at me. After a moment of silence, he asked, “Why do you use a fuckin’ app anyway?” “What do you mean?” “It ain’t like you’re a bad lookin’ dude. Do you fuck with bitches too?” “I like men with dicks. Anybody that has a pussy is a hard no for me.” He laughed and shook his head before saying, “You faggots are a trip, I swear. What makes a man want to put a dick up his ass? I mean have you ever fucked a bitch? “What makes a man do anything he wants to do, Drake? And yes, I've been with a woman in the past and it wasn't for me." He said, "Of course it isn't, but I was serious earlier when I said I never had a guy suck my dick before and your lips really do look like that can do some damage. We have a little while before my homies get here and if you still want to suck my dick I'm down to see if guys really do suck better than bitches." I rolled my eyes and asked, “How long is it going to take your friends to get here?” “They said about an hour.” “Are you serious? Man, I got work in the morning. Look, how about me and you disconnect my TV in here and the one in my bedroom and put them by the door? We can also get my watch and other shit you can take.” He laughed and asked, “You wanna help me rob you?” “Like I said, I got work in the morning. I can always replace TVs and the money in my account.” “Okay, but remember, if you try anything then I will shoot the fuck outta you.” “Fine, whatever. Come on.” I stood up and he stood up, too. He put the gun in his jacket pocket, and we went over to my TV. I disconnected it from the cable line in the wall and unplugged it before disconnecting my Blu-ray player and soundbar system. Together, we unmounted the fifty-five-inch LED screen TV from my living room wall. Carefully, we set it down by my door. When we went into my bedroom to get my other TV, I immediately noticed I’d left my ironing board up with my iron sitting on top of it. “Damn, the one in here is even bigger,” he said while looking at my TV. “Yeah, it’s a sixty-five-inch,” I said. His back was to me because he was so fixated on my TV. He took a step towards it and without leaving a single opportunity for error, I picked up my iron and hit him in the back of the head with it as hard as I could, knocking his snapback cap off. He dropped to the floor and when he slowly tried to get back up, I hit him again even harder. I then stomped his head hard. When I saw blood leaking onto my carpet, I knew he was either knocked out or dead. I quickly reached into his pocket and pulled the gun out. I honestly didn’t want to do him like that but I had no other options. Not a second later, I heard police sirens. I looked back at Dre to see he was flinching on the floor. “Fuck,” he said while coughing. “Why you do that, man?” He grabbed the back of his head and winced in pain. “Shut the fuck up,” I said to him as I left my bedroom. I placed the gun on my living room coffee table and opened the door just as the police were coming up the steps towards my apartment. I put my hands up and told them, “I live here. The motherfucker who tried to rob me is in my bedroom.” I let them inside and they placed Dre under arrest and called for paramedics because of his head wounds. I almost forgot that Dre’s friends were on the way, but I told the police and they quickly put together a sting operation. Four cops hid in my kitchen while three more stood in my hallway while my front door was wide open for Dre’s friends to walk in. When the five of them entered, they were immediately arrested. I couldn’t believe everything that had happened that night in my apartment. I was mad as fuck about it all but most of my anger was with myself. I shouldn’t have brought Dre back to my place since I didn’t know him. I’d always thought meeting someone out in public was the right thing to do, but I realized it takes even more precaution when dealing with dating apps. Weeks later, I learned that Dre and his buddies were responsible for over fifty different situations involving them robbing gay and bi men they met on Grindr and Jack’d, but I was their last victim. What I did was stupid and dangerous, and things could have deteriorated fast. What would have happened had I not hit Dre with that iron? Some of the men he and his friends had robbed were beaten and brutalized by them. One was shot in the chest and nearly died. I was lucky to have survived with no injuries, but I did feel bad for all the others who were less fortunate. To this day, I’m dealing with harassment from the families of Dre and his criminal friends who allege I lured them into a trap. Who would have known so much bad shit could come from one random hookup?
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