Hark, noble friends!
When the realm doth hang in the balance, and words are thy only weapon, this is how we parley.
Lend thine ears to this collection of phrases from days of old.
Medieval diplomacy 🪶
This hairy chested, tatted up rural Kentuckian who was panhandling in front of the Louisville library couldn't imagine that a "queer" (his word) was interested in sucking his dick.
I told him this was about wanting to help him get off the street even if he said no, but like a many guys, he didn’t want to see any further than some quick cash.
At the hotel he just took his thumbs and slid down his sweatpants, exposing the most perfect uncut dick and a pubic bush that just broadcast his "male animal" scent.
He tolerated my licking his armpit. This alone would have been sufficient for me to feel fulfilled in serving this man as purpose.
I was in this visual awe of him, hypnotic to me as I watched his hairy blond arm; his hand rhythmically stroking his dick.
The very moment that my mouth just made contact with his dick, he had this immediate, natural, hard wired instinct to thrust.
After several minutes of blowing him he made like four or five of these unusual, short, sharp, stabbing thrusts which triggered the inevitable:
He unloaded this harsh, sour tasting goo into my mouth.
I swallowed.