As we canvassed the back alleys of downtown Calgary, it’s apparent that the city's housing plan for those on the street is (sort of) working, which is great.
Finished for the day, we were walking back towards the hotel. We passed a bus stop where we encountered this guy. He was flicking his dead lighter repeatedly trying to light a smoke. We stopped, offered him a light and started to just shoot the shit.
In the six minutes that elapsed before his bus arrived I pitched the dude. Taken totally by surprise and with the oft received quizzical look trying to understand, he asks "Wait, let me get this straight. You wanna video yourself sucking my dick? And you're gonna pay to blow me?".
"Yes, exactly".
I knew he was game for this as we stood there, his bus pulls up, a group of people step up on to it; the doors close and the bus departs, leaving us to walk back to the hotel.
I’d noticed this man, who I saw off in the distance, taking a piss beside a dumpster in an alley on Venice Beach. I didn’t converse with him until later in the day when I saw him harvesting bottles and cans from a garbage bin.
This experience had an emotional depth that was utterly unexpected. His story of a taboo romance gone wrong struck me for his honesty and desire to go home and set things right in his life.
As occurs more frequently than one would think with men met on the streets, this dude was pulling down his pants not so much for some head but to just feel a sense of connection with someone; anyone- who could make him feel wanted; cared about; important.
When I caught a whiff of his big, uncut Louisianan dick and saw this thick forest of public hair, it was all over for me. I was truly in the company of a man, literally 'one' with him in that moment.
I sniffed around, licked clean under his foreskin and sucked on the dude's cock but he became uncomfortable with his junk exposed to another guy "because I was raised to think it wrong", he said.
I think, however, it was also because he didn't know how to handle the emotion *he* was feeling. I respect his unease though and I stopped. I repeatedly kissed his penis and thanked him for even exposing it to me.
That evening we got him to LAX with a ticket back to Shreveport. Getting him through the TSA checkpoint is a whole 'nother story but we sent him on his way, his having achieved his goal of finding a way home.
We'd seen this man a few minutes earlier as we whizzed by an intersection in Las Vegas. Unbeknownst to me, after dropping me off at his place, the camera guy went back and found him at an adjacent bus shelter in that same intersection. He tried to sell the videographer some of his wares but the tables got turned and ended up selling a look between his legs instead.
This experience was utterly surreal: he stood there, totally disinterested in the fact that he was getting his dick sucked and way more interested in his pipe. He had a big dick which got hard despite the over-the-top commentary.
Beyond surreal, he paid zero attention to me or what I was doing, like for him it wasn't even sexual or physical. it took this dude all of about 40 seconds to nut. His dick made these weak, anaemic contractions and didn't even realise what was going on until my mouth was being filled with a watery, caustic tasting load.
Regardless, I swallowed. And thanked him.
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 in 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 is 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 young man, encountered during a travel delay while connecting through Minneapolis airport, affected me emotionally as few other 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 in the benevolentbjs project, I had a visceral connection to this man.
I went to hug him to make him know his importance and it felt so intimate; romantic almost. His dick responded to that intimacy. I could feel, just hugging him, a steely 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.
The day complete in Calgary, we encountered this random dude at a bus stop as we made our way back to the hotel.
As a straight guy, he just couldn't comprehend the idea that I would want to be filmed, as he put it: showing my face with some guys dick in my mouth. Or grasp the fact that he could profit from just opening his zipper.
He didn't understand the power of his own penis in a way he could never achieve with a woman.
This dude had a *big* dick, a “show-er” and a nut sack that just hung low, dangling between his legs. I was truly in the presence of a man.
Beyond making a perverse glorification of his dick, I got to lick this dude’s armpits and take a whiff (and more) of his ass.
He was only intermittently able to get fully erect with a gay guy working on him, but nonetheless managed to make me gag as I swallowed his load.
This mechanic left his smouldering Chevy, hood up, in the parking lot of the NAPA store where we encountered him. After a run of hard luck at a casino leaving him broke, he was hitting up friends to CashApp him to get a part for his car. Although he was sort of distant and quiet while heading to the hotel, when we got there this dude was sure ready to go.
Sliding down his sweats he was already sporting wood. Nature is fucking amazing, this dude hardwired physiologically, knowing he was about to be on the receiving end of a blowjob. His scent was fucking amazing but he would only let me sniff around, not lick at his ass; a lot of straight guys are very protective of their ass hole. It only took a couple minutes to finish him off and he flooded my mouth with a dense load.
I kissed his dick and thanked him for allowing me to blow him. We took him back to the NAPA store, got him what he needed (and more) and lent a hand in making repairs.
Once completed, I watched him ride off, quite literally, into the sunset
This religious zealot was talking to a small group of his followers and handing out bible tract QR codes for his 'street church', which was housed under a tarp in the middle of the Powell Street BART plaza.
He possessed this smug, self-righteous attitude, convinced that his interpretation of “God’ was solely correct to the exclusion of the thousands of other interpretations which exist and are practiced around the world.
Until he encountered us, he didn't understand that dangling between his legs hung the key to unlock a true oneness with God; a perverse worship that he had never experienced before and one which transcends sect, cult, faith or organised religion.
Staring at the Christian cross tattoo which extended the entire length of his forearm, I knelt before him. He watched as I slid down his pants. I sniffed around; sucked his dick a bit, turned him around and licked his ass hole and then just blew him until he consecrated my mouth with His Godly seed.
While I typically thank a guy for letting me blow them, I couldn’t resist cutting through his smug self righteousness by making him own what had just occurred.
With his cum freshly deposited in my mouth, I looked up at him and starkly reminded him: “I just sucked your dick, dude”.
You can see his utterly sheepish, knowing response.
In pitching this Uber Eats delivery guy, I was met not so much with his words but more with his noxious attitude.
He possessed this smug ambivalence which I didn't understand when he first pulled down his pants.
When I started to lick at his dick, however, I learned the definition of the expression "a grow-er not a show-er".
As I'm blowing this dude, holy fuck, he grows a fuckin' MONSTER bone between his legs. What began as his ambivalence morphed into a straight up Big Dick Energy.
You can see and *feel* that energy simply in the manner in which he positions his hands and how he never even looks down or makes eye contact.
He knows the control that his donkey dick has and the power dynamic which comes with it. His utter indifference toward me was like some natural order of hierarchy playing itself out.
Even though he didn't cum it didn’t matter and I nonetheless thanked this heterosexual man for having permitted me to kneel before him and expose his penis to me.
This guy was trying to move out of town to end his cycle of "bullshit jobs and no pussy". When I pitched him he didn't get it at first. He couldn't fathom the idea of my looking to suck his dick.
I've heard his response: "so I'm just supposed to whip it out and you're gonna suck it?" so many times it's like a hard wired straight guy reflexive thinking.
I told him yeah, that's pretty much it.
It fascinates me how self-empowered a straight guy can feel and become in this kind of situation, which he characterised as my being an “easy score".
He didn't know the half of it, though. Once this dude exposed his dick this easy score mouth would coax out his load in a quick minute.
He couldn't believe that true to my word, after it was all over: we spent the afternoon getting his stuff shipped to Ohio and bought him a ride to where he needed to go.
A rain soaked, two lane highway through rural Pahoa on the Big Island of Hawaii is where we saw this dude with his hoodie up and thumb out on the side of the road, looking for a ride. Hitchhiking still flies in these parts.
An aspiring musician, he sure struck a responsive chord in me.
After we’d arrived in Hilo Town I pitched the dude and he agreed, saying that “there’s always inspiration in new experiences”.
The inspiration was all mine when he pulled down sweats and this big fat dick flopped out between his legs.
His rain dampened crotch carried a scent which was brought me to a focus and purposefulness of him and to him. I sniffed and licked around; sucked his dick for a bit.
He allowed me to wipe my face into his armpit which bore the same visceral pheromone but holy cow, I was not expecting his letting me take a whiff and get a taste of his ass.
It took him a bit to find his pace as I blew him but when he did, he thrust a few times, impaled my mouth on his dick and just blew seed down my throat.
I thanked him.
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.
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