Date: Sun, 26 Nov 2000 01:39:55 -0800
From: bazmar <3stix@concentric.net>
Subject: The Taxi Driver

I guess every guy, straight or gay, has had a few sexual experiences that
he will remember and jerk off to for the rest of his life. I'd like to
share one such encounter that I recently had.

First let me fill you in on some background. I'm a 25 year old gay guy,
6'2", 190 lbs., light brown hair, green eyes, about 7 inches of cut meat
with a boy next door face.  My body's in fairly good shape as I run several
times a week. While I admit I'm gay I'm not out as far as life-style is
concerned.  I don't have much experience in that area either sexually or
socially. I fooled around with a few guys starting back in college, but
I've never had a boyfriend or hung at gay bars. I graduated from law school
last May and was fortunate enough to obtain a great job with a high-powered
law firm in New York City.  I'm making more money than I've ever earned by
far, while at the same time I having less free time to spend any of
it. I've never worked so hard and so long in my life. Big gun law firms may
pay 75 grand a year to their new associates, but they get $100,000 worth of
work out of us.  There's not much you can do about it, it's the only path
to partnership and the really big money we all went to law school for in
the first place.

Last week was another week from hell and then some, but it ended on a high
note, though that didn't become apparent for right away. I'd put in 16
hours a day minimum and when Friday finally rolled around I was looking
forward to going home, jerking off for the first time in four days and
sleeping through a good deal of the weekend.  Then at about 3:00 in the
afternoon the senior partner to whom I report called me into his office.
He was dispatching me to Bridgeport, Connecticut to take the deposition of
a woman who was leaving for Puerto Rico on a family emergency. Since her
testimony was crucial an upcoming case, and because we had no idea how long
she'd be gone, it was imperative that we obtain her sworn testimony before
she left.

What could I say? I was fucked. I had to catch the 4:15 out of Grand
Central getting me to Bridgeport at about 5:30.  With any luck I'd be able
to catch the 9:33 back to the City. That was the plan. Of course the train
was almost an hour late getting to Bridgeport.  I raced to the hotel and
found the witness and a court stenographer already waiting for me in the
meeting room my office had reserved. What they hadn't done was arrange for
a translator.  Seems our witness speaks virtually no English. Fortunately
the stenographer was able to help me find a court-approved translator
willing to come immediately to the hotel.  It was 8:00 before we finally
got underway.

The deposition, translating and all, took less than a hour and a half, but
it took the stenographer more than two hours to transcribe the testimony
onto a floppy disc.  The last train of the night left was scheduled to
leave Bridgeport at 11:48, it was 11:40.  If it was on time I'd only be
able to make it if I ran like hell and was real lucky.

My train was pulling out of the station as I ran up to the entrance. The
week was ending the way it had started. I had visions of sleeping in the
station, waiting for the next train, scheduled to arrive in only 6 hours.
Then I spotted a couple of cabs lined up at the curb. I walked up to the
driver's side of the first one in line. The driver had his window open, his
arm hanging out with a cigarette in his hand.  I leaned down a little,
though not enough to clearly see the driver's face or features.

"Any chance of getting a ride to New York City?"  I asked.

"The fare's 75 bucks, flat rate, but I'm going off duty as soon as the
12:05 from New York gets here."

"Would an extra $100 help change your mind?"  I was desperate and $100 was
a small price to pay to be able to spend the night in my own bed.

That got his immediate attention and interest.  His head popped out of the
window.  He was about my age, a bit scruffy looking, with long blond hair.
"Let me get this straight," he asked in disbelief, "if I drive you to New
York you'll pay the $75.00 fare plus give me 100 bucks?"

"You got it," I said with the grin of one who knows he's got his fish
hooked.

"Can you show me the cash?" He spoke with the cynical tone of someone who
didn't have much faith in his fellow man.

I slipped my money clip out of my trousers pocket and pulled two $100 bills
free and held them up.

That seemed to satisfy him. "Cool, we're goin' to New York, get in mister."

"I can get us to New York, but you'll have to show me where you want to go
once we're there.  I ain't been in New York too often.  Once to a Yankee's
game and another time I got dragged down by my girlfriend to see the big
Christmas tree they got there every year. Bridgeport's big enough for
me. New York's got too many cars, to many buildings and way too many
people. I don't see how anybody can live there. You like it?"

It was kind of fun to listen to his mindless babble and besides he was
cute. He was a little rough around the edges, but definitely the tough,
studly kind of street guy I so often fantasize about.

 "I don't mind," I answered him, "I like living there very much, but I've
only been there since June.  I'm from Maine and went to school in Vermont,
so it's been a big change for me, but it's really exciting.  Of course I
haven't had much time to really appreciate everything it has to offer."

"Why'd you move there in the first place?"

"I got a job there."

"Yeah?  What kinda work you do?"

"I'm a lawyer."

"I'm not surprised, you talk like you're real educated. You ain't a
criminal lawyer are you? I needed a good criminal lawyer once or twice, but
never had one."  He laughed out loud, as if this was a great joke.

"No, I'm in product liability law.  That's when a company negligent in
making its product and someone is damaged as a result," I explained.

"You mean like this Firestone Tire bullshit, right?"

"That's exactly right."  He was no scholar, but he wasn't a dummy either.

"So," I asked a little worried, "what did you need a criminal lawyer for?"

"I got busted a couple of times carrying a little weed. No big deal, I had
to pay a fine the first time and I got 2 years probation the second. I'm
clean now, paid my debt to society. Besides I never carry pot with me any
more.  I smoke at home or I don't smoke at all."

"That's not a bad idea," I said happy that I wasn't at the mercy of a
violent felon.

"So you married?" He asked keeping up his inquiries.

"No, not even close," I answered truthfully.

"Shit I don't blame you.  If I had your money and lived in a place like New
York I'd have me a different babe every night of the week. I bet you have
more pussy than you know what to do with."

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I don't even have time to date.  I haven't
had sex in over six months.  When you're fresh out of law school they work
your ass off."

"Fuck man they can't pay you that much.  If I had to go without getting
laid or sucked off for more than 48 hours I'd go off my nut."

"Are you married?"  I asked, hoping I could get the conversation away from
my sex life.

"I live with a woman and her two kids. She's ten years older'n me but she's
a great lay, gives a fair head job.  She's cool.  She don't hassle me or
get all jealous like some of the younger chicks I've dated. I still can't
believe you've gone months without getting some; shit you must have
calluses on your hands."  He chuckled and I felt my face heating up, I knew
I was blushing and I was happy he couldn't see my face.

"Listen," he said, "a buddy of mine told me that there's a place down by
the river in New York where you can go and get a great blowjob for 20
bucks.  Is that true?

One of the junior partners had pointed out the area around 14th Street and
the Hudson River where a guy could indeed get himself a $20 blow job, but
there was a catch I didn't think his buddy had mentioned to him.  "It's
true," I told him, "but your buddy left out one very significant detail."

"Yeah, what's that?"

"First I got to tell you what I know is third hand, I really don't know
what goes down, but from what I've been told about 95% of the 'girls' who
work that area are drag queens."  I figured that'd knock him for a loop.

"You mean they're guys dressed as girls?"

"That's right," I said smugly.

"So?  Who gives a fuck if they give good head? They look like the real
thing, besides guys usually do a better job, they're more into it, so it's
like the best of both worlds. They suck like guys and look like girls. The
main thing is you get off like a bitch. What say you and me drive by this
place and see if we can each get our rocks off?"

"You mean you don't mind getting a blow job from a guy?"  I asked, suddenly
much more interested in the conversation than I had been.

"Shit no! Dude, you don't have to be gay to enjoy a guy smokin' your pole.
Like I said they really get into it and you get some really great tootin'
done on the old horn.  And when you're ready to shoot your wad they ain't
like so many women who don't like the taste or think it's disgusting to eat
a guy's cum. These gay guys love it and will suck every drop down. A great
blowjob, no matter how good it is, ain't great if you can't totally unload
with a mouth wrapped around your cock. If you ain't tried it, don't knock
it."

By this time my cock was a hard seven inches pushing at the fabric of my
gray flannels. I suddenly wanted this guy's cock shooting its load deep
down my throat. Just knowing he was available had me hornier than I could
remember being in a long time.  Still I didn't know how to proposition
him. I didn't feel real comfortable just coming out and asking him if I
could suck his dick. What I said was, "don't get me wrong.  I'm not
knocking it, I'm just surprised. You just strike me as the kind of guy who
might slug another guy who put the moves on him."

"Are you kidding?  I been drivin' cab for about four years.  Know how many
times guys have come on to me?  Hundreds, a couple of times a week at
least. I got regulars who ask for me when they call for a cab. If I have
time and I'm in the mood, which is most times, I let them go down on me.
Shit a few of them even pay me.  I won't accept money for sex, I have my
pride, but if they want to up my tip to a 20, that's fine with me.  I make
more tips than most drivers and I always have a big smile on my face. What
do you say, how 'bout you show me where these drag queens are and we both
get ourselves fixed up.  I guarantee you won't regret it. Shit I'm poppin'
wood just thinkin' about it."

"I'll admit you're starting to get me horny, but I had maybe something a
little different in mind."

"If it feels good I'm up for it.  What are you thinking of?

"I was thinking maybe you could park the cab and come up to my place and
I'll blow you."  There I'd said it. Now I waited for his reaction.

"You're gonna blow me?  You?  You're a gay boy? I'll be fucked. You sure
don't look it; but hey, that's great.  If you want to blow me, like I said
I up for it, literally. Listen, I don't do nothin', I don't suck or kiss or
shit like that."

"I didn't think you did, that's cool, I understand. I'll get off knowing
I'm getting you off, and if you spend the night I'll another $100 to your
tip.  I'm just so horny I need to get it out of my system.  Think you'd be
interested in doing that?"

"$200 cash money and some serious cock sucking and you're asking if I'd be
interested. That's a no brainer, Mister you got yourself a deal and a horny
cock to suck. The name's Mike."  He said extending his right arm into the
back seat. We shook hands as if to seal the deal.

"I'm Alex and I'm very glad I missed my train."

"Yeah, me too Dude, me too."

Forty-five minutes later the two of us were walking into my apartment. Mike
seemed impressed with what he called my big city crib.  I showed him into
the bedroom and he kicked off his shoes and started undressing. I pointed
in the direction of the bathroom and said, "why don't we both take showers
before we get started.  Do you want to go first or second?"

He grinned at me and said, "why don't we take one together?  I love having
someone wash me."

He didn't have to ask twice. In a matter of seconds we were both naked.  I
took a long look at his magnificent body and was instantly sporting a total
hard on. This seemed to please him, "glad you like what you see," he said.
His own cock, while not hard, was plumped up and pushing upward. It was
perfection. Even semi-limp it was bigger and thicker than mine at full
staff.  It had one of those big pink helmet heads with a pouting piss slit
that looked like two tiny lips. Pushing out of the slit was a gleaming,
growing drop of crystal man juice. I reached out and wrapped my hand around
his shaft, stroking his meat gently to full arousal.  I wanted to drop to
my knees right then and take it to the hilt, but Mike started to walk
backwards toward the bathroom, pulling me with him, my hand still holding
on tightly to his manhood.

We both laughed as we crossed the threshold.  I let go of him and turned on
the water in the shower, adjusting it to a comfortable temperature. We both
stepped into the stall and I began to soap him up.  I covered every inch of
his hard body with rich soapy lather. I even managed to get my hand between
his ass crack and carefully soaped, washed and rinsed his rosebud
thoroughly. He gave absolutely no resistance and seemed to be enjoying my
ministrations. When he was thoroughly clean I gave myself a quick scrub
down. I couldn't resist any longer I dropped to my knees and with warm
water raining down on us I swallowed the most beautiful cock I'd ever been
this close to.

He held my head fast with his hands and pistoned himself in and out.  I was
in a separate heaven, only remotely aware that he was moaning. He finally
had to push my head away from my prize before I heard what he was saying.

"Slow down man. You got one hell of a hot mouth and I'm right on the
edge. Let's get out, dry off and hit the sack. All I want is to kick back
while you do your thing. There ain't nothin' better than a long, slow and
easy hum job."

Who could argue with a plan like that?  I stood up, shut off the water and
reached out to grab a bath sheet that was on the shelf next to the shower
stall.  I wrapped it around him letting it absorb the water from his
body. I grabbed a towel for myself and we both stepped out into the
bathroom and finished drying ourselves.  Once we were both dry he raced
into the bedroom ahead of me and took a diving leap onto the bed. By the
time I reached the foot of the bed he was propped up against the pillows,
his legs spread with his rock hard cock pointing straight toward the
ceiling.

I climbed onto the bed and stretched out with my head between his legs and
my feet hanging off the end of the bed.  I took hold of his fat cock and
pulled it down slightly placing the head in my mouth.  I worked it with my
tongue and lips until I had him begging me to take him all. How could I
deny him in his moment of need?  I slid my lips down his thick shaft until
I felt them brush against his pubes. Then holding my lips tight around his
pole I pulled my mouth upward, my tongue dragging along the underside of
his shaft. A noticeable shiver coursed through his body and a deep moan
escaped his lips.

"Oh man, that's good. Yeah take it real slow I want this to last; it feels
so in-fucking-credible. Do it just that way back and forth, a little
tighter with the lips, yeah that's it, oh God, you suck cock like a pro."

His talk was heating me up to a fever pitch.  I wanted him bad, wanted to
taste his funky load, to drink down his masculine essence, to savor the
juice of his manhood. I worked him over.

"Oh shit Dude, I'm there, I can't stop it, you're just too good. Shit, get
ready, here it cummmmmmmmmmms.  Yeah swallow my load, yeah keep going,
there's more to come.  Oh yeah, Okay, Okay, That's It, Okay, Okay.  I can't
take any more."

He pushed me off him and I collapsed backward.  His cock was still hard and
pulsing.  A last glob of cum pushed its way to the surface and began its
slow run down his still hard shaft.  I was savoring a mouthful of his
bittersweet load, but could not bear to let even this drop escape. I
swallowed and then dove back down, lapping up this last offering.

Though I was expecting him to do so he didn't push me away, so I continued
licking at his shaft and head as his breathing returned to normal.  When he
stayed rock hard and didn't protest I extended my licking to include a
little sucking and soon I was going at him like he hadn't shot his load at
all.

"Christ Dude, your mouth has me so hot I think I'm ready to go again. This
time let's take it slow and easy for real. What do you think? Think we can
do that?"

My mouth stuffed with thick, ripe manmeat I could only mumble and nod my
head, but my actions said it all.  I did as he asked, I took it real slow,
teasing the sensitive areas of his cock. I work them until he was groaning
with pleasure. I moved from his dick and gave his balls the full treatment.
Too large to get into my mouth together I gave each my best one at a
time. Then I pushed his legs up and back in order to pleasure him in the
sensitive area between his balls and rosebud. He was already whimpering
before my tongue touched his hole, and then he lost it.  He flipped himself
up and over giving me total access to his wide-open hole. I buried my face
between his hard firm buns. I had him; he was going crazy with pleasure.

"God, oh God, I ain't never had nothin' like this done to me before. This
is fuckin' too much to handle. I can't believe what it feels like, it's so
good. That's it you crazy cock sucker eat my ass, drive that tongue into my
hole."

I chowed down until my tongue was numb and he was near tears with
pleasure. He was so worked up and bucking around I was afraid he was going
to shoot his load and I'd miss it.  I slowed down and licked my way back to
his meaty balls lapping at the egg sized orbs drawn tight in their sac
until we'd both calmed down a bit.  I eased his legs down and took his
shaft into my mouth once again. I proceeded to work oral magic on him. I
went at him slow and tenderly using my mouth, lips, tongue and fisted hand
to bring him repeatedly to the brink, then letting him down lightly only to
bring him back up to a crescendo of sensations. He started begging me to
finish him off, but I wouldn't, I wanted to play with him and his beautiful
piece of meat for as long as he'd let me get away with it.

He finally could take it no longer.  With a couple of quick moves he
flipped himself over and onto me.  Before I knew what was happening he was
straddling my chest.  He shoved his steel hard cock between my lips, and
pushed his way into my mouth. He brought his hands up to behind my head
cradling it. He began fucking my face.

"I can't take it no more I gotta to cum," he said desperately, pumping
himself into my throat. He was a man possessed. His throbbing, pulsating
member was moving in and out of my throat so quickly that I could hardly
draw breathe. Luckily I was able to draw a lungful of air just as he
slammed it home; his body stiffened; I felt the head of his cock swell and
push against my throat passage; and then volley after volley of hot cum
shot from his balls.  He pulled back a bit so that the head was rested on
my tongue, allowing me to swallow his massive load.  I'd expected a light
load considering he'd shot off less than a hour earlier, but if anything
this load was larger still. Not that I was complaining, I was intoxicated
by the musky flavor of his spunk. He was the complete package, a
street-wise, tough, straight guy with a great cock and the ability to use
it; he was a fantasy cum to life.

"Dude, I'll tell you something.  I been with a few guys and lots of women,
but nobody ever done what you just did to me.  I ain't never felt feeling
like you gave my cock, balls and ass hole. I only wish you lived closer,
I'd be a regular visitor.  You sure to have a golden mouth."

I knew it was all bullshit, but somehow his words made me feel great.  I'd
been able to turn on a straight guy enough to get two big loads out of him
in less than one hour; for some reason that turned me on big time. Then my
little butch friend surprised the shit out of me.

"Hey ain't you gonna cum?  You're the one with the lack a nooky in his
life. How 'bout I beat off a load for you?"

"You'd do that? You'd jerk me off?"

"Shit Dude, it's the least I can do after what you just did for me.  It's
not like I'm suckin' you off or anything.  Not much different than beatin'
my own meat.  I ain't never sucked my own cock, but I sure have spanked my
own monkey thousands of time. If I can jerk off my dick I don't see why I
can't jerk off your dick."

Who was I to argue?  I said, "I'd love it as long as you don't mind."

He was still on my chest looking down at me.  Without saying a word he just
spun himself around so that his back was to me.  I felt his fist close
around my rock hard cock and then he started pumping. It didn't take more
than a few strokes. I erupted, cum shooting all over the place including
Mike's hand, arm and chest. I was nearly delirious and shaking as though I
had a high fever.

"Geez Dude, you shoot a pretty big load yourself.  First time I've ever had
a cum shower, except for my own."

"I'm sorry," I apologized, "I didn't mean to spray you."

"Don't worry, it's cool, though I wouldn't mind having a towel to clean up
with when you can get back on your feet," he said as he rolled off me and
onto to his back next to me in bed.  My shaft, balls and general crotch
area were also in need of clean up so I went into the bathroom and grabbed
a couple of hand towels.  We cleaned up and decided we'd better get some
sleep. It was nearly 3:30.

"I'm gonna have to head back pretty early.  Could you set the alarm for
8:00, that should give me enough sleep and still have a half hour in case
you get hungry," he laughed.

"You can count on it," I said as I set the clock-radio.  "I wake up with a
wicked bad appetite."

"Well I got a breakfast sausage like you ain't ever seen."

I shut off the light on the nightstand.  Mike rolled over on his side
facing away from me and I did likewise facing in the opposite
direction. His head hadn't hit the pillow before I heard him snoring
softly. It didn't take too long before I followed his lead.

When my eyes opened sunlight was seeping through the blinds. As I came
awake I realized that sometime during the night Mike had rolled over and
was now facing in the same direction as I, with his front pressed up
against my back and his right arm tossed over my torso, not really in an
embrace, but definitely over me. The display on the clock-radio read
7:38. I wondered if I should wake him when I became aware of something very
large and very hard resting between my buns. Mike was sporting a major
woody and it lay tucked into my crack.  I moved around a little, but he was
so deeply asleep not even his breathing changed. The only thing my movement
accomplished was to lodge his cock even tighter between my cheeks.

Suddenly I knew what I wanted. I'd never been fucked before, but I knew I
wanted Mike's 8-inch meat as far up my ass as I could get it and I wanted
it very badly. Sure I'd often stuck the one or two fingers up my butt while
beating off, but I knew that could hardly compare to the monster meat I now
wanted inside me.  I pulled away from Mike as gently as I could.  He didn't
move a muscle.  I reached into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out
the tube of K-Y that I used for masturbation.  I slowly worked a good
amount as far up my shoot as I could shove it.  Then I took a generous
dollop of the liquid jelly into my hand and spread it over every inch of
Mike's solid hardon. It didn't wake him, though he let out a long sigh.  I
wondered what he was dreaming.

I reached down for one of our clean-up towels and wipe the K-Y off my
hands.  Then I positioned myself.  I moved back until the tip of Mike's
cock was resting at the entrance to my butt. Gently and very slowly I
pushed back onto it.  The head popped in and I thought I was going to
scream with the sharp pain that seized me, but I inhaled deeply several
time until it subsided. I resumed pushing back and amazingly the pain
became nonexistent. I continued my backward slide until I felt his pubic
hair on my buns. He was totally inside me.  I didn't move. I just wanted to
get used to the sensation of fullness, it was like nothing I'd ever
experienced before. I began to thrust back and forth, sliding his shaft in
and out of me.

The sensations that shot through my body were unbelievable. I'd never
imagined that I could get this much pleasure from being fucked. I soon
forgot that the cock I was riding was attached to a living person.  Only
his arm tightening around me brought me back to reality.

"Holy Shit! Now this is too fuckin' much."

At first I thought he was pissed and that I'd carried things way too far.
His next words eased my apprehension.

"Man you are one tight fuck.  I always wondered what it would be like goin'
in the back door, but I ain't ever found me a woman willin' to let me
try. But if you don't mind I think I'd like to take over from here. Did he
ever. He fucked me like I never imagined a fucking could be. I was in
heaven and then I felt his lips on my neck.  He was kissing me on the back
of the neck and nibbling on my ear lobe.

"Baby," he whispered, "I don't care if you're a guy or a girl, you are one
of the hottest fucks I've ever had and I've had some hot ones. Anybody who
can do to my cock what you've done deserves a little lovin'.  With that he
turned my head back as far as it would go until we were lips to lips. He
kissed me and his tongue pushed into my mouth.  Our tongues entwined and
dueled as he ravaged my ass.

Suddenly he broke the kiss, rose up on his arms and roared as he unleashed
a torrent of his seed deep within my bowels. Just at that moment I felt my
balls tighten up and suddenly, without having been touched I was pulsing
out sticky strands of man juice between my body and the bed sheets.

He collapsed on top of me and I couldn't have moved had I wanted to.  He
was still buried to the hilt in me and I didn't want him to ever
withdraw. Finally he rolled over and with a pop he was out.

He looked over at me and our eyes met. I'm not quite sure what unspoken
message passed between us, but each realized that this had been a totally
unique experience. He smiled a soft and gentle smile at me.

"I like women and that's never gonna change, but that was one of the best
nights of sex I've had with anybody, male or female or any other kinda sex
there is. Man I would do you anytime."

"Same goes for me to you," I said.

He took a quick shower and got dressed.  I handed him three $100 bills and
told him it was the best taxi service I'd ever had.  He laughed and said
that my service was better than his.

"I wouldn't mind doing this again sometime," I said.

"Neither would I." He gave me a short but tender kiss right on the lips.

Well that's the story.  If everything goes right he said he'd be back in a
few weeks, just before Christmas.  We'll see, but I'm not holding my
breath.  If nothing else I have the memory and I've relived it every night
since.