Date: Tue, 9 Jun 2015 19:43:43 +0100 From: wankyodickdaily@gmail.com Subject: Adult Youth Archive; 'Harry's Diary: My Gay Adventures - #2' {Danny Dickinson} [1!3] The usual disclaimers apply to this story. The author is not responsible for any actions by individuals as a result of reading this story. If you are a minor (child) then GO AWAY. If you are an adult then ENJOY. This story is about a teenager growing up and other males. If this kind of scenario floats your boat then enjoy! It is just a story. You can email any comments to wankyodickdaily@gmail.com ****************************************** Sunday 15th February 2015 I threw myself across the back seat of the taxi. My head was spinning and I was definitely ready for my bed. "Eccles New Road please," I slurred. The taxi driver didn't reply. He started the engine and set off. I squinted with one eye at the time on my phone. 04:48. Yuck. I was going to be sore in the morning. Since I turned 18 I'd been out partying more or less every weekend. Canal Street was amazing. "Can you sit up, please?" The driver requested. I pulled myself up and leaned against the window. The yellow street lights whizzed by in a blur. "Sorry," I said insincerely. "Are you okay?" "I'm drunk." "Will you be sick?" "No," I grunted. We travelled for a few more minutes, then I felt my stomach turn. Within a few seconds I had covered the floor of the back seat in vomit. We must have pulled over. The back passenger door flew open and the driver ordered me out. I fell out onto some grass. "You've made bloody mess!" He shouted. I was laying on my back looking blearily at the stars in the sky. I heard the boot of the car slam shut and then he was stood above me. "You bloody pay for cleaning." "What? How much?" "Fifty pound for cleaning. You pay it now." As the situation began to get serious, my mind started to focus and I was miraculously sobering up. He was a short, Indian or Pakistani man with thick black hair and a moustache. He looked smart in his shirt, tie and trousers. I sat up straight, grass between my fingers, legs stretched out. I could see my jeans were slightly muddy with grass stains on my trainers. "I don't have fifty pounds," I whined. "How much you have, please?" "I dunno. Twenty pounds." I fumbled in my pockets for notes a change. "Look. Fifteen pounds. That's all I have." "I not bloody pay for this. You must pay. You have messed up my car." "I'm sorry," I pleaded. He looked in the back seat of his car for a minute and then told me to get up. "I'll take you to your parents." I climbed into the front passenger seat as he got the engine running again. "Are you okay?" He asked, placing a hand on my knee. "I'm sorry I was sick, okay?" "It be okay I think." He smiled at me and started to slowly move his hand up the leg of my jeans. "Do you think it will be okay?" He asked. What the fuck? I knew what he was doing, but I was too drunk to stop him. Too drunk to care. I couldn't say no, not after being sick in his car. "Yeah," I agreed. "How old are you?" He whispered. "I'm 18." "Good. Show your penis." He switched the engine off. Condensation quickly covered the windows. The air outside was cold. I peered out the window to see where we were. I didn't recognise it in the dark. Grass and bushes on my side, a tall brick wall along the side of his. "C'mon penis," he urged as I started to unbutton my jeans. I was semi erect as I lowered my underwear to my thighs. He was rubbing his hands up and down my thigh excitedly. He lifted my shirt so he could see my belly. "Take it off," he ordered. I became fully hard as I unbuttoned my shirt and chucked it up onto the dashboard. My pink nipples were rock hard in the cold night air. He ran his hand all over my chest, stomach, fingering my belly button. I watched as he examined my body with his eyes. "Now take jeans off." "What if someone comes?" "No one come," he said sharply. "Come on, naked, please." Strangely, I was enjoying being ordered around by this horrible little taxi man. I slipped off my trainers and allowed my jeans and pants to puddle at my feet. I trembled in anticipation. "Yes," he whispered under his breath. "Please, wank it." I started to beat my uncut dick. I'm not a big boy. A modest 6" with a decent girth. My balls are juicy, but shaven smooth. At this time, my pubes were also completely shaved off. "Slow. Just the head." I slowed down and used the tips of my fingers to wank the head of my dick. I'd produced a lot a pre-cum so my foreskin glided backward and forward smoothly in the goo. He started pulling at my arm. "Come on. Let me see ass." This dirty old man wasn't wasting a moment. I awkwardly climbed up into my knees so he could look at my ass. "Open it!" He growled. I climbed to the centre of the car and leaned forward into the back. I could smell my sick. "Hurry up," I stressed. He slapped his hand on my ass cheek and started feeling me up. With no notice, he drove a wet finger straight into my asshole. I cried out at the shock and slight pain. "Quiet!" He hissed. I stayed leaning forward as he probed my hole, then he got generous with his fingers. Two, then three, wet fingers fucking my hole. I moaned quietly. After a few minutes he stopped finger fucking me and I sat back down. I noticed I still had my socks on. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. I was expecting a bit more, but he pulled out his 3-4" erect, cut cock. Completely shaven. He began vigorously jerking the head as he held a tissue out in front of it. He bashed at his knob like a mad man. Within two minutes thick, white cum started to ooze slowly from his helmet and onto the tissue. There wasn't a lot of it. My boner was throbbing as I watched him cum. I pulled at mine, but I was more focused on his little pecker. I reached over to touch it as it softened. "No, no. Don't touch. No." He quickly tucked it away and zipped himself up. "Come on, clothes," he said pointing to the pile at my feet. END If you like this and want to carry on reading stories like this on Nifty, please show support and donate. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html