Best BJ I ever had was by a guy over Hampstead Heath in London many years ago...fine place for a troll in the sun. The guy turned out to be a drag artiste (out dressed as an ordinary but rather handsome guy). I told him afterwards that it was the best BJ ever, and he said he got many repeat requests and even gave me his calling card!
I asked him what his best BJ had been. He said he had been cruising around some cemetary in South London (can't remember the name) and he saw this male bearded nun in full reaglia walking towards him. As he got near, the beardy nun raised his habit to reveal his dangly bits. To cut a long story short, he said the BJ from the nun was so good he thought his legs were going to explode when he came!
Where are all these beardy nuns when you need one?!