Happy Father’s Day to me 😈
Love turning the adorable @jstanthrbttm into a whimpery f*ggy mess for my BWC 🙌🏻 Who should I tag in to ruin his tiny Asian hole with me next time?
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The size difference between me and @thaomisumi is insane 😈 He’s so tiny and fragile, like a lil baby bunny - just makes me pound his fuckin guts out even harder.
Walking from the Louisville Water Tower park to the hotel literally across River Road, he was talking of his own struggles and "figuring things out". He added that he was very self-conscious about his living with vitiligo (it's a skin pigment thing which causes patches light colour skin) and because of it was "afraid of women's reaction" and therefore didn't engage much. I told him that I cared about him and his situation; him as a man, not blotches of light skin. This triggered something that I can't explain, but as I started to blow him, its like you could see this wave of emotion, he started to 'sweet talk' in a way I have never encountered. He was craving an intimacy that was both intense and almost electric. In those moments, it didn't matter to him that I was a guy and that I had "pussy substitute". I try to keep things about the men and not me, but in this experience he reached me in a way that was transcendent.
This is one of the two most profound experiences I have had. This refresh of original post is because it had fallen so far down my feed that few scroll down far enough to see it.
The day complete in Calgary, we encountered this random dude at a bus stop as we made our way back to the hotel.
As a straight guy, he just couldn't comprehend the idea that I would want to be filmed, as he put it: showing my face with some guys dick in my mouth. Or grasp the fact that he could profit from just opening his zipper.
He didn't understand the power of his own penis in a way he could never achieve with a woman.
This dude had a *big* dick, a “show-er” and a nut sack that just hung low, dangling between his legs. I was truly in the presence of a man.
Beyond making a perverse glorification of his dick, I got to lick this dude’s armpits and take a whiff (and more) of his ass.
He was only intermittently able to get fully erect with a gay guy working on him, but nonetheless managed to make me gag as I swallowed his load.
This man was awkwardly trying to shoplift some dinner at a Safeway in downtown Calgary. He'd just been paroled from prison a couple days earlier, dumped in downtown Calgary and had spent his release stipend on a cheap motel room and ‘lots of paid pussy’.
"Priorities", he said: "place.., then pussy…, then food".
We set him up with a store gift card and I pitched the dude, who said he had a "camera worthy dick". He wasn’t much interested in getting head from a guy but having his dick on camera appealed to the voyeur in him.
A ‘camera worthy dick’ is an understatement. This ex-con has a big fuckin' cock. I sucked his nuts and blew him for a few minutes when he said "you know what? I'm not gonna get hard for a guy" (he did) and "I'm never gonna get off from a guy" (he didn't). I respect that and with this guy, it didn't matter.
I focused my thoughts of that dick sailing in and out of pussy the last two days and then kissed the dude's cock thanked him. I'm grateful for even being permitted to just see his dick.
We planned to connect that evening at a nearby Starbucks to help him find a stable, temporary place to stay.
When I turned the corner walking towards our meeting place, there he was, his hands atop a police car being frisked before they heaved him into the cruiser and carted him away for reasons I'll never know.
This panhandling young man, his Utah Driver licence showing him to be all of 20 years old, wanted to get home so badly that he risked personal harm, his holding this sign which read "KICK ME IN THE NUTS, $10".
I told him straight up that I'd make sure he got home, no obligation at all, that I wanted to help. I told him that, if anything, I wanted to kiss his nuts, not kick them. That evoked a response of “I’ll give you FIVE minutes with my junk (his word), that’s it”.
When he pulled down his pants I was immediately taken by his dense, hairy pubic bush and its scent. Sucking his dick, holy fuck, I swear I have never encountered a dick that got that stiff, I mean like concrete stiff.
The video guy offhandedly asked him to turn around. I’m shocked, but HE DID. It was like magic and so unexpected, getting to wipe my tongue back and forth to clean this straight dude’s hole.
Truly to my word, after five minutes, I stopped, kissed his dick and it was over. True to my word, we got him a ticket back home.
P.S. Fast forward-I got an email, out of the blue, from him. It was a thank you note. He got home, got his act together through sheer will, perseverance and family, his head was finally in a "good place". This is a testament of success and our ability to help in meaningful ways which can and do change lives.
It was on the streets of Venice Beach where we found this bicycle riding nomad who was on his own voyage of self-discovery; seeking to find his own idea of freedom.
Along his bike trek across America to California he never foresaw or could envision that his explorations would include his dick in the mouth of a gay guy.
There was this undercurrent of energy emanating from him with his sudden realisation of a power that his dick possesses. It's hard to define but is real.
I am humbled, truly, that I got to suck his dick and carefully lick clean his hairy, musky hole. That he blew his load in my mouth left me in this daze of awe of him.
Afterwards, we set out for a nearby bicycle dealership a few blocks away and got him a new bike to continue his journey and sent him on his way.
This hotel security guard had a situational control from the moment of his first eye contact with me in the parking lot. Just watching him pull off his gear brought me to my knees.
Despite having no video guy with me at the moment, I couldn’t let this go unchronicled so I’d strapped on my bodycam and took out my phone to capture what was occurring.
When he hauled out this uncut dick and I got a whiff of that “worked all day need a shower” scent and it was all over for me.
I sucked his big dick and got to lick some funky tasting hairy asshole. When he'd had enough of me he just abruptly stopped. It was over. I thanked him with an emotion which was honest.
I saw him in the parking lot the next day and day after that, each time he ignored me like I didn't exist but we both knew I'd sucked his dick.
This dude began his lunch hour heading down to the hotel's gym but ended the hour finding himself not only being pitched to pull down his pants and show off his cock, but in my room blowing his load onto my face.
It had never occurred to this guy the unusual magic that his heterosexual dick possesses; a power dynamic completely unlike that which could be had with women.
When he slid down his sweats it was obvious that he was going to shower after his workout. He had this perfect, shiny pink dickhead that had swelled out from under his foreskin; this man's scent defined the very power of penis.
I'm blowing the dude and when he was about to do his genetic business he pulls away, starts jacking his dick and eventually paints my face with volley after volley of his seed.