Having found him asleep on SkyTrain in Vancouver, passing the day away until he could return to the shelter and biding time to get into a provincial sponsored rehab, this gentle man was further damned with a never treated speech impediment that amplified all of his other woes. He was grateful that someone was interested in making him feel like the important person that he is, but the fact is that I'm the one who is grateful.
He said that he hadn't been touched or blown in "a long time" and based on how his body responded I believe him. All I did was just begin to lick at his penis and instantly he grew what had to be the stiffest hard-on I've ever seen. His body felt like velvet to my touch and there was a connection which defied the fact that he is heterosexual and I am not. I derived an enormous satisfaction simply in making him feel as special and wanted because he is. When he was done I kissed his dick and thanked him. We thanked each other. I'm surprised that it only took a day to get him into a 28 day rehab and I look forward to seeing him on his road to recovery and realisation of self-worth