This painter dude said I was “S.O.L.” (shit outta luck) when I pitched him. He’d just jacked off in the washroom an hour earlier during one of his many breaks from the touch up work in the pharmacy area of the Rexall that I encountered him in.
Never mind that, there was something about this straight ‘painter bro’ that drove me to pitch him.
It was almost existential, this Viking Norse God even exposing his penis to me.
The moment he did, it was a surreal. Time stood still.
A long, skinny dick hung between his legs, a tuft of white public hairs, HUGE nuts and most perfect ‘dude smell” which made me weak.
I blew him for a bit and licked his nuts.
He let me lick his ass and I swear, I was huffing at his hole and flicking my tongue like this defined life itself.
I sucked him further and when it was evident he’d had enough, it was over.
It didn’t matter that he didn’t get wood, I thanked this straight dude for even letting me suck his dick.