I had spent the day - and night - at a bar here in Brooklyn a friend of mine works at on the weekends, and by the time I was ready to leave, I was more than a few sheets to the wind...even if my car had been working (which it wasn't), I would have had to have taken car service home. By the time the car actually came, the only thing I was feeling was horny...after all, spending the whole night playing pool with these Brooklyn Italian construction-worker types will do that to a person, even if they were straight. Of course, I figured on just going home and beating off, but then I noticed that the cab driver was kind of hot, so my alcohol-soaked brain went into overdrive.
As we were driving along, I started making small-talk with the guy...I think I started off by remarking that it must be really dull driving a cab on a Sunday night. He agreed, and then started talking about the place he had just picked me up from...it seemed it was quite busy on Friday nights, and he's always getting fares to and from there. I remarked that it was pretty dead tonight...and then, throwing all caution to the wind, remarked that that was a shame, because I was so horny. That, naturally, got us started on the subject of sex, and the little stories he told me about various passengers didn't do anything to quell the hard-on I had going. I finally remarked something to the effect that I could use some head, and I didn't care what it was attached to.
"Yeah, me too," he said. Hmmm.... "In fact," I continued, "I'm so hot right now, I wouldn't mind *giving* some head, either!" The silence from the front was deafening, but finally he said, "Me either." I leaned forward in my seat and saw that he had one hand on the wheel and the other between his legs, stroking what looked like a decent-sized bulge through his pants. Bingo! I reached up and put my hand on his shoulder. "Want some?" I asked. He didn't say anything for a minute, but I could see from the motions of his arm that he was interested. As we pulled away from the red light we were at, he said, "Yeah. Where?" I told him I knew of a place near where I lived, and to keep driving.
As we drove, I asked him what he liked...whether he liked to have his balls licked...whether he shoots big loads...stuff like that. His voice was getting hoarser and hoarser, and his hand was still in his lap...just like mine was. When we got near my house, I directed him all the way down the avenue, and up into a little deserted lot that the straight couples use to neck. We drove all the way to the back, and as soon as we stopped, I hopped out of the back and went around to the front seat. I sat down and grabbed him by the arm he'd been using to rub his dick through his pants. I started working on his belt, and he arched his ass up off the seat to make it easier. I opened his belt, popped open his jeans, and yanked them and his white briefs all the way down to his knees, watching his cock stand up straight and hard. I whipped out mine too, and gave it a few tugs while I took a good look at him. Early thirties...cleanshaven...average build...average looks...light brown hair...green eyes... Not my usual type at all, but the situation made him very desirable. I didn't get a good look at his dick till I lowered my face down onto it.
Cut...average length...thicker though. I wasn't in the mood for anything fancy, just pure animal sex. I licked up his shaft, around the head, and then took it into my mouth, playing Hoover vacuum...I sucked and I slurped on his rod while he ran his hands through my hair and I jerked on my own dick. He seemed to like getting tongued on the underside of his shaft, right under the head, so I kept doing that. Every time I did it, he'd thrust his hips up and fuck my face. I wasn't saying anything - it's impolite to talk with your mouth full - but he was grunting and groaning, and that was really turning me on. I fisted my shaft faster and faster while I worked on his cock, matching as closely as possible the same tempo. All of a sudden he pushed me away and said, "I'm gonna scum!" He grabbed his meat and jerked it fast and furiously while I rested my head on his stomach and jerked mine.
His first blast hit me right on the cheek, and that was enough to send me off...I think I creamed somewhere on the dashboard but I'm not really sure...and each shot he pumped out was answered by one of mine, one for one. After we were both drained, neither of us had very much to say, and I was suddenly sobered enough to feel funny about the whole thing. We put ourselves back together, and as we pulled out, I told him where to drop me off (about 1/2 block from where I really live). I was just about to get out when he stopped me, pulled me to him, and gave me the biggest, wettest tongue kiss I'd had in a month. *sigh* I'll have to try this again next week.
As we were driving along, I started making small-talk with the guy...I think I started off by remarking that it must be really dull driving a cab on a Sunday night. He agreed, and then started talking about the place he had just picked me up from...it seemed it was quite busy on Friday nights, and he's always getting fares to and from there. I remarked that it was pretty dead tonight...and then, throwing all caution to the wind, remarked that that was a shame, because I was so horny. That, naturally, got us started on the subject of sex, and the little stories he told me about various passengers didn't do anything to quell the hard-on I had going. I finally remarked something to the effect that I could use some head, and I didn't care what it was attached to.
"Yeah, me too," he said. Hmmm.... "In fact," I continued, "I'm so hot right now, I wouldn't mind *giving* some head, either!" The silence from the front was deafening, but finally he said, "Me either." I leaned forward in my seat and saw that he had one hand on the wheel and the other between his legs, stroking what looked like a decent-sized bulge through his pants. Bingo! I reached up and put my hand on his shoulder. "Want some?" I asked. He didn't say anything for a minute, but I could see from the motions of his arm that he was interested. As we pulled away from the red light we were at, he said, "Yeah. Where?" I told him I knew of a place near where I lived, and to keep driving.
As we drove, I asked him what he liked...whether he liked to have his balls licked...whether he shoots big loads...stuff like that. His voice was getting hoarser and hoarser, and his hand was still in his lap...just like mine was. When we got near my house, I directed him all the way down the avenue, and up into a little deserted lot that the straight couples use to neck. We drove all the way to the back, and as soon as we stopped, I hopped out of the back and went around to the front seat. I sat down and grabbed him by the arm he'd been using to rub his dick through his pants. I started working on his belt, and he arched his ass up off the seat to make it easier. I opened his belt, popped open his jeans, and yanked them and his white briefs all the way down to his knees, watching his cock stand up straight and hard. I whipped out mine too, and gave it a few tugs while I took a good look at him. Early thirties...cleanshaven...average build...average looks...light brown hair...green eyes... Not my usual type at all, but the situation made him very desirable. I didn't get a good look at his dick till I lowered my face down onto it.
Cut...average length...thicker though. I wasn't in the mood for anything fancy, just pure animal sex. I licked up his shaft, around the head, and then took it into my mouth, playing Hoover vacuum...I sucked and I slurped on his rod while he ran his hands through my hair and I jerked on my own dick. He seemed to like getting tongued on the underside of his shaft, right under the head, so I kept doing that. Every time I did it, he'd thrust his hips up and fuck my face. I wasn't saying anything - it's impolite to talk with your mouth full - but he was grunting and groaning, and that was really turning me on. I fisted my shaft faster and faster while I worked on his cock, matching as closely as possible the same tempo. All of a sudden he pushed me away and said, "I'm gonna scum!" He grabbed his meat and jerked it fast and furiously while I rested my head on his stomach and jerked mine.
His first blast hit me right on the cheek, and that was enough to send me off...I think I creamed somewhere on the dashboard but I'm not really sure...and each shot he pumped out was answered by one of mine, one for one. After we were both drained, neither of us had very much to say, and I was suddenly sobered enough to feel funny about the whole thing. We put ourselves back together, and as we pulled out, I told him where to drop me off (about 1/2 block from where I really live). I was just about to get out when he stopped me, pulled me to him, and gave me the biggest, wettest tongue kiss I'd had in a month. *sigh* I'll have to try this again next week.
