This man who we encountered at the Venice Pier was on the lam from the law in North Carolina. I told him 'no matter where you go, you always take yourself with you. There’s no escaping your own self’ (a hard learned self-truth).
He said that he was ready to get back there to face whatever it was that he had done, which he didn’t want to talk about. I was proud of him for his wanting to ‘man up’ to whatever the challenge is that he was going to deal with.
He's not hot in the classical sense; he's not intellectual, he's only modestly hung and his presence may not do much for many viewers, but he's a man and a fundamentally a decent fellow. He is exactly what the benevolentbjs project is all about.
This dude has been living rough, on the street for a while. When he pulled down his pants and I got a good whiff of him, my instinct kicked in. I began to lick at his dick to clean him up.
He grew wood quick.
I sucked his dick for literally ten seconds, like maybe seven or eight strokes and he tries to pull away, embarrassed that his 'problem down there' is that he was already blowing his load.
I responded by just giving him my mouth to let him see that I accept him and care about him exactly as nature made him.
He stood there, stoically, and in only a few strokes more his dick delivered the last of his seed, which I swallowed.
I’d given him my number along with getting him a ticket to Greensboro, but, not surprisingly, never did hear from him again.