This dude lost his very last dollars at a casino and found himself reduced to panhandling in front of a grocery store to buy infant formula and food for his family.
I handed him a Krogers gift card with my phone number stuck to the back of it.
Given that he’s a ‘family man’ and dealing with what can be a difficult addiction, I was surprised to see that he'd text me the next day.
Sitting in his car in the hotel parking lot, we were going over the programmes that exist to help him right there in town.
While shooting the shit, he starts talking about his wife, which led to "she ain't givin' me any, if ya known what I mean, because she'd just ‘popped out’ another kid”.
I knew I could help there, too.
His dick wasn't huge but he nonetheless managed to do his genetic business where it counts: in his wife's pussy to make babies.
As I was kneeling there, it’s like I was ‘channelling’ in my mind, equating my mouth, which his penis was sailing in and out of, with his wife’s pussy.
In that moment, I had a purpose to him.
This young daddy was honest that he hadn't been getting any. It took him all of about 40 seconds to blow his nut in my mouth.
I swallowed.
I thanked him.
Post Script- six weeks later, I get a text from him telling me he'd completed the treatment programme that we got him into.