He was sitting with a bunch of guys on the grass median just off Beach Walk Venice Beach/Los Angeles. They were talking amongst themselves, waxing philosophic about the things they were each going to do when they finally got off of the beach and back in to their lives.
When I had the opportunity to speak to him alone, he presented a very different self than the veneer bravado he projected when within the group.
Pitching him, this laid back beach dude said "just so you know, my cock isn't all that big", his thinking that my helping him was predicated upon that.
I told him that his size doesn't matter, that I cared about *him*, the person, not any physical attribute.
His dick, his pubic bush scent were perfect.
As I began blowing him, he instructed me that the way he liked it was for me to suck on his dickhead. Wow, when I did, his facial expressions, especially as he readied to blow his load into my mouth, were truly precious.
I will forever hold dear this man because it was through my experience with him that I first came to fully understand my purpose; my calling in helping and being a positive presence in their lives.
Not just the 150+ guys who are represented on the website, but the thousand who have been impacted by this not for profit benevolentbjs project.
This dude was delivering lighting equipment that we'd ordered from a local Ace Hardware because the hotel room was just too dark to properly video.
When he wheeled in a dolly full of boxes, he saw all the equipment in the room and offhandedly asked about it. He thought that we were connected to a movie shoot coincidentally going on outside the building.
I told him the truth of why I was there, adding that he could have the starring role if he wanted. And he did!
When this delivery guy peeled down his sweats, holy fuck. This man presented his giant uncut dick, the scent of which was magic.
His dense pubic bush the likes of which defines a perfection of masculinity. I didn’t take much for nature to take its course: I sucked the dude’s cock, he blew his load and I swallowed.
With one hand he squeezed out the last of his spew and shook it off the tip of his dick. The job done, he abruptly pulled up his sweats and walked off like nothing had ever happened.
(The camera used for this shoot has been thankfully retired, sorry for the poor quality of the capture but it is what is, this project is imperfect but it’s honest.)