🔊 Você perdeu a aposta com seu amigo, e agora você tem que fazer ele gozar, o que os dois não esperavam é você gostou e queria todo aquele leitinho, mas como ficou timido apenas fez uma skincare
Despite the videographers concern about having this dude in to his studio ('you don't shit where you sleep' he said) he relented, saying 'I guess a training opportunity for my assistant', who grabbed his own camera to capture the surreal reality of this straight dude's toxic attitude play itself out. When he pulled down his pants there was that immediate Big Dick Energy of utter control, nature expressing itself in some order of hierarchy. I start to blow the guy but it morphs from sucking his cock into him taking a piss in my mouth. When he finished taking a whizz he bends down and spits at his "urinal". The entire experience wasn't like degradation/humiliation to me but rather something else that I can't quite define. I usually capture these experiences with no production values; just the reality of the action as it occurs, but the videographer wanted to create more with this and he (and his assistant) sure did.
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 no one scrolls down far enough to see it.
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.