Pity handjob.

You feel bad for Petey. A handjob shouldn’t hurt. “Okay,fine. I’ll give you a handjob. Just stop being so sad, it’s weird.”

“Yer an angel. One a dees days I’ll die and go to heaven and be greeted by yer angelic face, and I’ll know I’ve made it,” Petey rejoices as he rises to his feet. He does a little hop to sit on a trashcan against the alley wall. “I mean it, yer pity on my poor soul it touches this poor drunk’s heart. I’m real sorry about tryin’ ta cheat ya, it’s just I didn’ think ya were a saint and dat a drunk like me’d never stand a chance.” He undoes his pants wriggling them out from under him exposing his erect cock.

His cock looks dirty and you’re glad that it isn’t going inside of you in any way. “Flatter me all you want, this is all your getting.” You build up some spit in your mouth. When you lean over his dick to let it trickle out to his cock, you catch a whiff of his crotch and nearly gag from the mix of musk and urine. The spit rolls out of your mouth falling onto Petey’s cock. You bring your hand up and take hold of his member. You use the spit to lubricate his shaft.

He starts to moan as you stroke his cock. “OH a heavenly touch to go with the looks of an angel, I’m truly blessed,” he grips the sides of the trash can lid he’s sitting on. “Mmmm, maybe play with my balls.”

“No,” you flatly reply.

“Oh yea no yer right this is good.” You continue stroking him picking up your pace to match Petey’s groans and whimpers. “Oh don’ stop don’ stop. I’m cummin’!” he announces. You feel his member twitch. A sudden spurt of cum shoots from the tip hitting you in the face. The other spurts trickling down over your hand.

“Oh come on,” you say using your clean hand to wipe the cum off your face.

“I’m real sorry, here take this,” he pulls a soiled handkerchief from his back pocket. You look at it with disgust, but it’s better than leaving your hands covered in Petey’s cum. You maneuver the hankey trying to avoid the grosser portions of it. After cleaning your hands as best as you can, you hand the handkerchief back to Petey. “Yer a real angel, thanks a million.” Petey hops off his trash can pulling up his pants. He leaves the alley heading towards the street at the front of the tattoo parlor.

Petey’s gratitude makes you feel warm inside even if it came at the cost of giving him a handjob. Now you can make your way to the bar, where Daisy and the Sirens are waiting for you.