Despite being broke and living in a single occupancy hotel on Hastings in Vancouver, he wanted neither a backpack of new clothes or a grocery giftcard because he said he didn&
#039;t take hand outs. Having lost his job and then losing himself to drug addiction, this man was struggling to find his path in sobriety but said he found in his religious beliefs a measure of comfort.
A different sort of comfort was being taken by him in just standing there with his pants down getting sucked off. I&
#039;m the one, however, truly blessed: his stubby, fat dick delivering a hefty dose of his genetic code which I swallowed.
This guy isn&
#039;t classically &
#039;hot&
#039;, handsome or unique in his circumstances. He does, however, personify the men who are helped in every way to find their paths forward without regard to their looks, their beliefs or their participation.
