We’d gone down to grab a bite to eat in the terminal at YVR/Vancouver Airport, the hotel restaurant being a bit too pricy for a modest budget. We encountered this narcissistic douchebag of a man in the Int'l Arrivals area.
He was waiting on his girlfriend's much delayed flight, clutching a bouquet of cheap, wilting flowers intended for her.
His smarmy, toxic masculinity was on full display from the moment I began talking to him. I was surprised, actually, that he took my pitch. Guys like him are usually just all talk. Most of you probably know the type.
True to douchebag form, his dick was pretty modest and he never did get wood at all. Nonetheless, this peculiar dynamic of "straight dick/gay mouth" still possessed an undercurrent of control which he knew he had.
I'm not proud of that fact or the fact that I succumbed to kneeling for him, but I guess sometimes nature is nature.
This hotel security guard had a situational control from the moment of his first eye contact with me in the parking lot. Just watching him pull off his gear brought me to my knees.
Despite having no video guy with me at the moment, I couldn’t let this go unchronicled so I’d strapped on my bodycam and took out my phone to capture what was occurring.
When he hauled out this uncut dick and I got a whiff of that “worked all day need a shower” scent and it was all over for me.
I sucked his big dick and got to lick some funky tasting hairy asshole. When he'd had enough of me he just abruptly stopped. It was over. I thanked him with an emotion which was honest.
I saw him in the parking lot the next day and day after that, each time he ignored me like I didn't exist but we both knew I'd sucked his dick.
His wife had not only thrown him out of the house but threw him under the proverbial bus as well, turning his own parents against him and upending his entire life.
I encountered him on the Venice Beach Pier, he was gazing out at the ocean, pondering his circumstances. I mostly listened to him, giving him his voice. In that moment, this straight guy didn't see me as a gay guy, or really even that I was another man; his entire energy was saying 'please just make me feel wanted". And he was, unconditionally.
He wasn't comfortable with the idea of fucking another guy but asked if I would just lay with him and hold him so he could feel a sense of closeness to another. I could sense his insecurity but this man’s smouldering sexuality had nonetheless been ignited.
While I did suck his big dick; lick his enormous nuts, taste his armpit and swallowed his load, the emotion he stirred when he looked at me in this way I haven't felt in a long time, it was the very definition of intimacy.
Every experience I have had with the 150 men who have participated in this is different and rarely ‘romantic’ or so intimate. I find something about each and every one of these men to ‘attach’ a sense of purpose to and for in helping them on their life’s journey.
The extended length clip of this man stands out, not for the tangible/material assistance/help afforded most but rather for the emotional, almost spiritual assistance which elevated this man to his rightful and deserved rank and dignity as a father and as a man.
This dude was collecting cans and bottles from the trash to eke out his existence in a Single Room Occupancy place off of Santa Monica Blvd. in Los Angeles. When we got to my hotel he left the hefty bag full of his catch at the door.
He undid his pants and I commented on his shaved pubes and he mumbled: "that's the way the ladies like it". I came to learn that a lot of streets guys shave in order to take what they call a “bird bath” (a quick sink wash of their crotch).
It never ceases to amaze me that even when on the abyss of homelessness a priority of most men nonetheless remains finding pussy. Good for him.
He took a bit to get wood but once he got hard, he placed his backpack on the bed and laid on it, arching himself up. His downward angled dick was perfect fit to suck. It wasn't long before he began making these short, stabbing thrusts.
Honestly, I just gave the dude my mouth. His dick did all the work. He blew a small, dense load which I swallowed and then thanked him for.
The bleakness of the street was the defining vibe on what was a drizzly, dull afternoon on Vancouver’s downtown east side. This guy, living in a dump Single Room Occupancy had a feeling of hopelessness despite his own success of being sober for a month. He couldn’t see past the systemic cycle he was in.
We got him a ticket home to Calgary, then pitched him later. As we were shooting the shit walking down the hallway to the hotel room he mentioned that he was a “minute man”, something I didn’t understand when he mentioned it.
The dude was already half hard; his dick flopping out of his pants as he was opening them. I sniffed and licked around for a minute but became totally disciplined in this intense focus upon his dick.
I started to blow him and after only a minute he declares “I’m gonna cum in your mouth”.
And he did.
A minute man indeed.
A couple days after I'd first encountered him downtown/east side, I received a text from this man, who I’d spend time talking to on the street, a couple days earlier.
When we’d first met, he sold me crate of designer (2UNDR, a popular local Vancouver brand) underwear that he said he'd "found" and which I later distributed to those who needed them.
I gave him a grocery gift card and went on my way, his priority in the moment was unloading his wares. His text asked "are you around?" and the next thing I know he's at my hotel.
We were talking in the lobby, going through the paperwork to get him into a drug rehab program run by the province. When he realised that I was genuinely helping him advance his life (not in return for him participating after a pitch), he leans over and says "I wouldn’t mind a quick blow on the side".
I took the not-so-subtle prompting and two minutes later we were in my room and I was on my knees.
The takeaway with this dude was his dick scent, which was perfect. If you're scent aroused, you'll know exactly what I mean. He has a beautiful uncut cock. He allowed me to lick and sniff around before I went to work sucking him off.
He blew a decent load at the back of my mouth. I swallowed. I thanked him.
(sorry about the video orientation)
It’s a sociologic study in itself how often it occurs that women, rather than drugs, are at the root cause of a guy ending up on the street.
This dude, who was living in his beat up SUV, said no at first but changed his mind. I'm not sure if it was because I'd have helped him out regardless of his not participating or if he just saw an opportunity to make a quick buck or to just get off.
Either way, I got on my knees and got to suck his dick.
His balls in particular had a strong 'man' scent which was awesome. He must not have nut in a while, when he blew his load it was way more than a mouthful, I mean he just kept coming and coming and I kept swallowing till he was done.
I kissed this man’s penis and thanked him for letting me blow him.
There’s something about the honesty of this guy who I met having a smoke outside a brew pub near Union Square in San Francisco.
Our small talk led to heavy duty personal disclosures and his venting of his own life's frustrations.
Here’s this heterosexual man whose life he perceived as 'fucked up", from his adolescence, because of what’s called Neurogenic Erectile Dysfunction, a nerve damage he suffered as a result of surgery when he was a kid.
"Chicks want a stiff dick" he said; and that despite the fact he could still “get off”, he’d resigned himself to a life devoid of fatherhood.
He took my pitch more because he just wanted someone, anyone, to pay some attention to his dick without judgment or expectations.
When he undid his pants, holy mackerel, what a *beautiful* "show-er" dick and huge nuts. This guy is hung.
I licked at his cock and blew him for a bit, then got to lick his ass hole. You can see his legs quivering as I tongued his hole.
I turned him around and sucked him more. His dick actually began responding somewhat which led to the oddest, most intense occurrence:
As I'm sucking him near-flaccid, there began these weak, almost constant, convulsive contractions from the underbelly of his dick. As I mouthed his entire dick this man started to deposit an ongoing 'drool' of his sperm into my mouth.
I told him he was perfect. And he is.
Across the plaza from the provincial court we encountered this man. He was trying to fight a bogus theft charge but couldn't afford legal help. After understanding his circumstances we found him a lawyer and sent him on his way since he was in no mindset to participate, even if he chose to.
He said "if I walk away from court tomorrow a free man, I'll text you".
Surprisingly, he did.
I told him that he didn't have to participate but said he wanted to. Man, am I glad he did.
This dude was a man of few words but his body did all the talking. He was perfection personified and had some of the most intricate tattoo work I've ever seen.
He sports a big, uncut dick with that perfect scent.
He let me sniff around, lick his armpit and then I sucked his dick. It took him a while to get going, watching some pussy porn helped, but once he got wood it wasn't long before he blew his load in my mouth. I swallowed.
I thanked him. And wow, then HE thanked me for our help in finding him a lawyer who was in court with him that morning.
This DoorDash delivery guy in Calgary possesses an aura/energy which embodies the entire construct between a heterosexual male’s penis and my homosexual male brain/hardwiring to respond upon being exposed to it.
This energy was magnified by his utter indifference towards me. It was entirely a 'one-way' energy. He was honest at the outset saying he would never get wood with a guy and in this situation and moment it didn't matter.
That compelling aura/force/energy, whatever you call it, exploded the moment this man unzipped and exposed his dick to me. It was this magic, like I was metaphysically connected to him.
When he casually placed his hand on my shoulder when I was blowing him I could literally FEEL an energy, like a completion of a circuit. I could also feel that same energy as he just simply looked down, seeing himself getting his dick sucked.
As a bonus I got to lick this straight dude’s ass hole, the scent of which was upon my face the rest of the day.
I looked up at him and thanked him for letting me suck his dick.
This dude began his lunch hour heading down to the hotel's gym but ended the hour finding himself not only being pitched to pull down his pants and show off his cock, but in my room blowing his load onto my face.
It had never occurred to this guy the unusual magic that his heterosexual dick possesses; a power dynamic completely unlike that which could be had with women.
When he slid down his sweats it was obvious that he was going to shower after his workout. He had this perfect, shiny pink dickhead that had swelled out from under his foreskin; this man's scent defined the very power of penis.
I'm blowing the dude and when he was about to do his genetic business he pulls away, starts jacking his dick and eventually paints my face with volley after volley of his seed.
This man, panhandling outside of a Kohl's store in Louisville, just wanted to be free of his heroin addiction. I 'd have helped whether he participated or not and told him so straight up, but he said it made him 'feel good to even be asked' to participate so he did.
At the hotel he pulled up his shirt and dropped his pants. His entire body was covered in tatts, some of which he said he had come to deeply regret.
He possessed a bright red/orange pubic bush which I found myself focused upon and licking at. He had the most perfect scent I've ever smelled. It lingered in the room long after he left.
Even though he didn't get wood (which he said was a universal problem for him with his addiction and a reason in itself to quit), there was nonetheless a magical dynamic that this straight dude permitted me to visualise, smell, lick at and suck his dick.
It took a week's time, but we managed to get him into a residential rehab.
Here was this clueless, naïve guy who arrived in Vancouver literally the day before, from up north. He was full of unrealistic expectations that the city and province were going to give him a "free ride" just for showing up. He wasn't thinking about what he was facing on the streets but there's no reaching a dude like him whose living in his own version of reality.
The only way to reach this man in the moment was through his dick.
When I start licking at it, see he positions his arms; like some Big Dick Energy body language; a signal saying "here it is, now blow me".
And I did.
It only took a couple of minutes to get this guy off. He blew his load, wiped off his knob, high-fived the videographer and walked away.
(Sorry for the portrait capture but it's how the guy holding the phone camera shot it)
His entire life upended by a wildfire, he found himself in the Tenderloin of San Francisco, drifting from shelter to street to shelter.
When I pitched him, he knew of me, my having met a friend of his from the shelter a couple of days earlier.
He said that he had a big dick but "you can blow me all day long; I won't get off, can't even if you were a girl, I just don’t get off that way".
I told him it didn’t matter, it wasn’t about that.
When he undid his overalls, holy crap, this dude really did have a big dick. I started licking at his knob. It swelled into this truly powerful manifestation- this was straight dude perfection.
Its taste and visual sent me into that 'space' in my head. I was in awe of him, though he just stood there (and later laid there) silent, my nursing his dick as though it was sustenance itself.
Minutes later I'm still there between his legs just letting him feel his pleasure till he said he’d had enough.
We talked afterwards about his own thoughts of it being time to pick up the pieces of his life and try to get back home.
I'm privileged to have been able to make that happen for him. Actually, everyone who'se a part of the benevolentbjs not for profit website made this happen for him.
This young man, encountered during a travel delay while connecting through Minneapolis airport, affected me emotionally as few others of these men have. He had this mistaken sense that no one cares about him; he felt adrift, rudderless in life as though he didn't matter.
Here he was, standing in front of a gas station near the airport, spilling his guts to a stranger because he had no one in his life who would simply listen. While I find something to attach myself to emotionally with every one of the men who participate (or not participate) in the benevolentbjs project, I had a visceral connection to this man.
I went to hug him to make him know his importance. His dick responded to that intimacy. I could feel, just hugging him, the stiffness between his legs.
Sucking his dick was a surreal experience.
He literally squealed when I lightly tongued at the ginger hairs around his asshole. He blew his load in my mouth and I swallowed it.
I looked up at him and told him that I care.
I hope that throughout his life he'll look back at this moment and remember his significance as a person and as a man.
I don’t know much about this guy other than he'd overheard me pitching another guy at a bus shelter on Sepulveda Blvd. in Los Angeles. I didn’t even see the dude standing behind us. He couldn't believe that I was going to pay the man money to get a look at his dick.
He gave me a contemptuous look and said "pay ME that much and you can suck MY fuckin' dick!".
My one work response: “Deal".
He walked his bike the block to the hotel in a strained silence. Entering my room he cut short my trying to make small talk by saying "shut up and just suck my dick or I'll leave".
So I knelt for the dude.
He just dropped his sweats, which looked to me like a pair of long underwear. His uncut dick responded immediately to my touch, an angry red dickhead poking out from his foreskin. He had this full dark hairy bush.
I sniffed around and blew the dude for about a minute when he pulls back, grabs hold of his dick and strokes off his load in my face.