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.
This religious zealot was talking to a small group of his adherents and handing out bible tract QR codes for his 'street church', which was housed under a tarp in the middle of the Powell Street BART plaza.
He possessed this smug, self-righteous attitude, convinced that his interpretation of “God’ was solely correct to the exclusion of the thousands of other interpretations which exist and are practiced around the globe.
Until he encountered us, he didn't understand that dangling between his legs hung the key to unlock a true oneness with God; a perverse worship that he had never experienced before and one which transcends sect, cult, faith or organised religion.
Staring at the Christian cross tattoo which extended the entire length of his forearm, I knelt before him. He watched as I slid down his pants.
I sniffed around; sucked his dick a bit, turned him around and licked his ass hole and then just blew him until he consecrated my mouth with His Godly seed.
While I typically thank a guy for letting me blow them, I couldn’t resist cutting through his self righteousness by making him own what had just occurred.
With his cum freshly deposited in my mouth, I looked up at him and starkly reminded him: “I just sucked your dick, dude”.
You can see his utterly sheepish, knowing response.