Story time! Let me know if you want more anecdotes like that, there's plenty where it comes from lol.
Shortly after I turned 18, I broke up with the boy I had been with since I was 15. So the timing was great for sexual experimentation. I was lucky enough to live in Montreal, where there's a vibrant queer community and gayborhood. Back then, I simply had to walk down St Catherine street and men would ask me if I was interested in having a bit of fun.
The Montreal gayborhood (we just call it the Village, which was actually the nickname I got at some point during middle school because I was just so flaming gay) was right next to three major TV studios, so it wasn't rare to stumble on tv workers finishing their shifts in the evening. That's how I met R., the owner of the penis I depicted on this drawing. He would pick me up at the Village subway station and we'd go to his house, which was a lot better than the Village's dark saunas where I was used to give blowjobs.
R was the daddiest daddy you can imagine. He was even divorced and had a kid that he'd see on weekends. He liked my blowjobs so much that he wouldn't stop talking about them. He was obviously flattering me, but given how I was in need of attention, that worked out well. I do think my blowjobs were okay-ish, but I could tell that what R liked most was the way I'd raise my head to look at him in the middle of the act. It wouldn't take much after that to finish him off.
A few weeks later, I met another guy on St Catherine street. M. was also working at the same tv studio as R., but I didn't give it any thought. M was fine in bed, but he didn't have the same daddy vibe as R had, and soon enough I was back at R's house to watch a movie on his ceiling projector (he was so proud of it).
At some point, R decided to give me a tour of his workplace, because I was an impressionable wannabe artist and he liked showing me off. I got a VIP lanyard and got to go backstage and see shows being recorded. Then of course we bumped into M., and it was just so obvious when we exchanged a few words that the studio's daddies were passing me around that I turned completely red.
The headpats were great, but at some point I stopped seeing R after he spent two entire dates in a row talking on the phone with another boy. Sometimes I still recognize his Cologne on other men, and I think of how cool it is to have a ceiling projector.