benevolentbjs

Honest stuff, not 'studio straight' guys or contrived crap. Service to these men is truly my calling. I'm respectful of every one I encounter and help all regardless of their participation or not. The website has over 140 guys now. All revenues go to help the men and creating new content through membership in the not-for-profit website.

Trying to navigate Los Angeles by car is a total clusterfuck for this Canadian, so taking a bus to get downtown was just the ticket. Waiting at a bus shelter on Sepulveda Blvd. I encountered a guy who I was pitching but it was clear that he was too high to consent to participate. I handed him a few bucks and wished him well. I thought we were alone but to my embarrassment, this guy, who was standing behind us, overheard the entire conversation. He stood with his bicycle, which had broken its chain, waiting for a bus. He steps forward and derisively says "jeez, pay ME that much and you can suck MY fuckin' dick!". I told him everything I said to the other guy was serious and he looks me square in the eye and responds: "well yeah, so am I".

I know very little about this man other than he'd overheard me pitching another guy at a bus shelter on Sepulveda Blvd. in Los Angeles. I didn’t even see this 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". 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.

I arrived in Vancouver to canvass the streets. I realised I’d left behind in Edmonton a bunch of stuff from my shaving kit so I walked over to a small drugstore across from the hotel downstairs. In the pharmacy area, in painter’s overalls, up on a ladder and doing what appeared to be touch up work, was this dude. I purchased what I needed and saw him climb down from the ladder and walk outside the entrance. In talking to him, he said he was taking a ‘Monster’ break (now I know that Monster is a drink). I know he’s just a regular dude, but there was something hypnotic about him as we made small talk outside the store. He has this Viking-like Norse God aura about him. I eventually pitched him, if only to see and smell his penis. He couldn’t believe that I was serious and said “dude, I just jacked off in the washroom so you're S.O.L.” (shit outta luck). I responded that it didn’t matter, I would kneel for him just for the experience of that itself. He looked at me, shrugged his shoulders and said “well, do what you gotta do”.

He said that I was “S.O.L.” (shit outta luck) when I pitched him. This painter had just jacked off in the washroom an hour earlier during one of his many breaks from the touch up work in the pharmacy area of the Rexall that I encountered him in. There was something about this straight, ‘painter bro’ that drove me to pitch him nonetheless. Holy fuck, It was almost existential: this Viking Norse God even exposing his penis to me to just look at and smell. The moment he did, it was a surreal. Time stood still. A long, skinny dick hung between his legs, a tuft of white public hairs, HUGE nuts and most perfect ‘dude smell” which made me weak. I blew him for a bit and licked his nuts. I was surprised that he permitted me lick his ass and I swear, I was huffing at his hole and flicking my tongue like this defined life itself. I sucked him further and when it was evident he’d had enough, it was over. It didn’t matter that he didn’t get wood, I thanked this straight dude for even letting me suck his dick.

The hotel in Edmonton has a crew of about a dozen contract infrastructure workers from BC with whom I’d been sharing the occasional beer in the evening. On the first night, I learned that they were here “laying pipe” for a coaxial cable. In my mind, there were three or four of these men that laying some pipe provided a double entendre of the pipe between their legs. One morning I saw one of their trucks outside my window with the hood up, looking for a jump. I went down, gave them a hand and then encountered a few of the group that night, just returned from the work site having beers out in the smoking area. I’d talked to this man, a welder from the group, a few times over the past days. I figured fuck it, it’s their last night, I’m gonna pitch the dude. He stood there, dumfounded, that he was being pitched by a guy to suck his dick. He said that he’d never get hard (he did) or do anything but stand there, but if I wanted to contribute to his “new iPhone fund”, sure, whatever.

This welder dude in Edmonton was among the contract worker group laying pipe and coaxial cable that I’d seen around the hotel all week. I’d helped their cable truck crew earlier and was rewarded with a few beer when they came back from their shift. His Carhartts smelled of burnt metal, here’s a guy who wears Carhartts for industrial work and not as a fashion statement. When I pulled them down, his flaccid penis just hung there in a sweaty crotch of wispy red pubic hair. When I started to lick at it and put it in my mouth, it was like time-lapse photography happening in real time: his dick went from zero to full on boner in fifteen seconds. Seeing his instantly grown wood between his legs, I went to work on the dude and engulfed his dick. His cock felt like fuckin’ velvet in my mouth. No shit, I blew this welder for about ten seconds when he pulled back and started to nut. I moved forward to let him finish off in my mouth. I swallowed. I thanked him. As he was leaving (in a confused daze), I hear him muttering more to himself than me: “I’ve never had my dick sucked like that in all my life”. A compliment as no other.

Leaving the hotel in San Francisco, we were going to get some lunch when we encountered this guy in the elevator, towel around his neck and gym bag in his hand, heading to the hotel's workout centre. I engaged the dude talking story about the equipment the gym had (they have an great gym) and the next thing I know I'm pitching the guy right there outside the entrance. He was hesitant, not certain if this was real, but, when he came to understand that this was a payday he changed his tune. Though puzzled by the whole construct of a gay guy blowing a random straight dude, it never ceases to amaze me that when they do grasp their opportunity how it affects them: The sense of power which they see that they possess and didn't know they had.

This dude began his lunch hour heading down to the hotel's gym for a workout but finished the hour finding himself having completed a workout of an entirely different sort: with his pants down, on the receiving end of a blowjob by the mouth of a gay guy. It had never occurred to this guy the stange magic that his heterosexual dick possesses; a power dynamic completely unlike that which could be had with women. He had this perfect, shiny pink dickhead that had swelled out from under his foreskin. I'm blowing the dude and when he was about to do his business he pulls away, starts jacking his dick and eventually paints my face with volley after volley of his seed.

A clear plastic Hefty bag slung over his shoulder, we encountered this guy while canvassing along Beach Walk in Venice Beach. He was picking cans and bottles out of the trash bins. As I watched him reach down into the bin, I was taken by how hairy his armpits appeared. "Find anything good?" I ask him. He looks up and mumbles almost incoherently something about "the only thing good I've found lately is a girl" who he said now lives in the single room occupancy that he’s staying in just off Santa Monica Blvd. I tried to engage him about his situation and wanting to help him but he was too unintelligible (and my hearing too shitty) to understand much of anything he was saying. Well, I pitched him anyway. His response conveyed the first coherent words he uttered: “I didn't wake up this morning thinking I’d be getting my dick sucked… by a guy”. This was my cue to walk him back to the hotel.

This dude was harvesting cans and bottles from the trash to eke out his existence in a single room occupancy place off of Santa Monica Blvd. in L.A. When we got to the 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 street 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, a priority of many men nonetheless remains finding pussy. Good for him. It took a bit to get him hard but once he got wood, he placed his backpack on the bed and laid on it. Arching himself up and his downward angled dick, wow, it was perfect fit in my mouth to suck. 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.

Within minutes upon landing in Edmonton, whatever pollen there was in the air fucked with me big time. I set out to the Shoppers Drug Mart to get some eye drops. This was where I encountered this man, who was in front of me at the pharmacy till, trying to pick up an Rx which he wrongly thought was covered by Alberta Health. His right hand was swollen and had some 18 stitches; he was in obvious discomfort. While he was engaged in a futile squabble with the clerk, I stepped up to the counter and handed her a hundred-dollar bill, which I figured would more than cover the cost. The dude and I spent about 20 minutes outside the store having a vape and shooting the shit; listening to his dog bite story. I ultimately pitched the dude, not expecting him to want to participate then, but his response was priceless: “What a great revenge on my fuckin’ girlfriend, she’s the one who’s responsible for this” as he’s pointing to his dog bitten hand.

Who would figure that something as mundane as seasonal allergies would lend itself to opportunity: at a drugstore in Edmonton where I was looking for eye drops, I found this man in addition. He was at the till, quibbling with the clerk about why his prescription wasn’t covered. I interceded, handed her money to cover what he needed and ended up shooting the shit with the dude in the parking lot. His hand was gnarly swollen and stitched up, the result of his own dog biting him during an argument with his girlfriend, of whom the dog is evidently quite protective of. The guy took my pitch with the thought that this was his own perverse version of “revenge porn”. Beyond a perfect dick, he also possessed monster size nuts and a spectacular body. I licked and sucked his dick a bit, tongued his balls and when I started to lick behind them, well, the next thing I know I’m licking this straight dude’s ass hole. It took him a bit to get decent wood with a gay guy blowing him, but once he found his tempo he just let it happen. Actually, we both just let it happen. Despite blowing this dense, bitter tasting load, I just kept sucking and swallowing till he was done. I licked his penis clean. I thanked him.

We found this man, who was struggling to control his broken wheelchair, along Ellis Street in the Tenderloin/San Francisco. His homelessness the result of an ugly breakup with his wife, who withheld visitations with his two children ‘just to fuck with my head because she could”, which left him emotionally gutted. His situation further devolved in a way that altered his life beyond the emotional: a car crash which literally broke his back as well as his spirit. With no means to afford the surgeries he required he was left disfigured, crippled, destitute and on the street. I am grateful to the videographer, Jack, @JohnDurst19, who not only first encountered this man but literally carried him up two flights of stairs to get to the hotel room. Through helping this man acquire a new wheelchair and then a sustainable place to live; in helping him change his life, he affected both of our lives as well.

This man's homelessness was the result of divorce which wounded him emotionally and then car crash which literally broke his back as well as his spirit. He said the street changed him: a self-described "punk" and "bad boy" but now a humbled, beaten man. The car wreck left him consigned to a wheelchair and with almost no physical sensation in his crotch or legs. He said that he couldn't achieve erections anymore (more on that below) and felt ‘useless’ as a man. He was so starved for any shred of intimacy that he took quarter where ever he could find it, even with me. When I started to blow him, he looked away at first, not wanting to acknowledge the fact that a guy was sucking his dick. His disposition and very sense of “presence in the moment” changed as I was literally making an oral worship to this man: He looked down with a sense of self empowerment as he began to pop a boner, something that he had not occurred since his car wreck two years earlier. What a beautiful cock this man possesses; flaccid or erect. A full pubic bush of dark hair. I sucked his dick for twenty minutes, simply to allow him a fullness of emotion even through the very little sensation that remained in his dick. You may not think this guy is hot, is too hardcore homeless or he's too damaged, but when he slid down his pants, I knew I had a purpose in life of making him recognise his own importance as a person and a man. I am forever grateful to and want to acknowledge Jack, @JohnDurst19, for having literally carried this man up two flights of stairs to the hotel room.

Flights being fucked up on a nameless airline (spoiler alert- it has a maple leaf in its logo), I ended up spending a while at the hotel inside Vancouver airport before they could get us out. For a couple days I saw a crew of construction guys moving piles of scaffolding around, and then watched as two of the men appeared to be doing surveying work, marking the ground with a can of spray paint. Walking through the terminal late in the afternoon I encountered one of them, recognising him by the markings on his reflective vest which he was carrying. He was heading home but I made small talk with him as we walked toward the SkyTrain entrance where I finally pitched him. “You know what, fuck it, sure." And with those words, headed back in to the terminal and up to my room.

I initially saw this airport construction worker amongst a group of guys directly below my hotel room window, moving scaffolding around on the roof of the hotel's restaurant. I later encountered him walking towards the Vancouver/YVR SkyTrain station. He accepted my offer with "ya know what, fuck it, sure". Up in my room, when he slid down those work pants- holy fuck- the scent that wafted from his junk broadcast that 'worked all day, need a shower' aura. Big dick. Huge balls. I licked his cock clean, got a whiff of his nuts and when I tried to lick back at his hole his incredulous statement of “you *like* that smell???” led me to then bury my face into his sweaty ass and clean the dude’s hole. I sucked his dick; he gave no warning and just nutted in my mouth. I thanked him. The most intense part was long after he left, the smell of construction dude lingering on my face and throughout my room.

This dude was fast asleep, a baseball cap over his face, in the back of a derelict SUV as I walked by on a side street near Louisville Slugger Stadium. A couple hours later when I passed back again he was sitting in the passenger seat eating some fast food. An out of work mechanic who said he was just "down on his luck" politely declined, saying "nah, I'm good", when I pitched him. I handed him a grocery store gift card and some cash to help him out. I was walking away when I heard the car door close, I look back to see him waving his arms calling out "hey, wait up!"

It’s a sociologic study in itself how often it occurs that women, rather than (or in addition to) drugs, are at the root cause of a guy winding up on the street. This dude, a down on his luck mechanic 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 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 to suck the dude’s dick. His balls, holy mackerel! What 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. I thanked him for letting me blow him.

We encountered this man at the Tim Horton's across from the provincial courthouse in Vancouver. He was Intermittently drinking a coffee while frantically texting on his phone. The frustrated nature of his facial expressions and actions prompted me to walk over to just ask "hey man, you doin' OK?", which unleashed his explaining the difficult circumstance he found himself in. Sandbagged by a former roommate who had wrongly accused him of theft, he made too much to qualify for a court appointed lawyer but was short to cover a retainer fee for a hearing scheduled literally for the next day. I told him that I'd help him find a lawyer and spent most of the afternoon doing just that. He wasn't in the right headspace to pitch, but did explain what the benevolentbjs project was about. He said "well, if I walk away from court tomorrow a free man, I'll text you". To my surprise he did.

Across the courtyard from the British Columbia provincial court building is where 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. "If I walk away from court tomorrow a free man, I'll text you", he said. He did! I told him that he didn't have to participate but said he wanted to. 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, he then thanked *me* for our help in finding him a lawyer who was in court with him that morning.