From the lottery kiosk of the shopping centre in Calgary where I first encountered him all the way to my hotel room, this dude who took my pitch continually kept rationalising getting his dick sucked by a guy was 'turnabout is fair play' because he pays for pussy all the time (when he has the money to do so).
This dude had great body art, one of which was a testament to his grandfather. I respect his loyalty to family. There was a certain chemistry that developed as he realised this was more than just some random blowjob. I think he recognised that in those moments that for me, he was all that mattered, like time stood still. I think that fact was a turn on of sorts for him.
It took a bit, but he finally got decent wood and as he began to thrust, he gently cradled my head with his arm and did his business in my mouth.
I looked up and thanked him for letting me blow him.