I had zero expectation that this beefy airline baggage handler would accept my overture to suck his dick, given he’d said “I don't think so” when I initially encountered him and his vibe was one of indifference.
Go figure, though, a few hours after meeting him he texts me. I’d post-it noted my number on the back of the Tim Horton’s gift card I’d given him.
He was stoic and detached. Nonetheless there was an undercurrent of energies just below the surface which guided me with this man.
Upon his just exposing his penis to me that current completed some ‘circuit’ in my brain; like an auto pilot.
I sucked his dick for a bit; licked his ass hole; sucked his dick more while he watched some pussy creampie porn; but when it became clear he wouldn’t get off with a guy sucking his dick, I suggested the next best thing:
As I was on my knees for him, he took a short, acrid, salty piss in my mouth for which I thanked him.
It was on the streets of Venice Beach where we found this bicycle riding nomad who was on his own voyage of self-discovery; seeking to find his own idea of freedom.
Along his bike trek across America to California he never foresee or could envision that his explorations would include his dick in the mouth of a gay guy.
There was this undercurrent of energy emanating from him with his sudden realisation of a power that his dick possesses. It's hard to define but is real.
I am humbled that I got to suck his dick and lick clean his hairy, musky hole. That he blew his load in my mouth left me in this daze of awe of him.
Afterwards, we set out for a nearby bicycle dealership a few blocks away and got him a new bike to continue his journey and sent him on his way.