Bear Soup

The realities of the street in Toronto were in full view: the entire vibe was one of suspicion and wariness because of some lunatic still on the loose was serially harassing and assaulting these people who already exist on the periphery of society. Pitching guys to participate in this project just wasn’t an option. I distributed grocery gift cards cards and care packages each day and left. On the ride back to the hotel I was mesmerised with this Uber driver. His tatted up arms, his deep, booming voice was hypnosis itself. He never actually took the pitch but rather just parked in the guest registration space when we arrived at the hotel. Being by myself with no camera guy, I set up my two phones to capture what would transpire. Surprisingly, he took his phone, which he was using to monitor pick up requests, and began to record as well. Just kneeling for this dude was otherworldly. When I slid down his underwear, his dick reeked of pussy. I was blowing a straight dude. I literally made a worship of this man’s dick, he was already half hard when it popped out of his underwear. It became steely stiff and I couldn’t help but comment that he had one very lucky girlfriend (or wife). It wasn’t long before he began to thrust. He took his dick in his hand and I bore witness as this man nutted on my face.