Date: Mon, 15 Apr 2024 18:44:39 +0000 From: Deann Thomas Subject: Taxi Ride This is my new Adult - Youth story. It may include some dark humor and mild verbal abuse. Other than that, it's my take on a BM thing, indirectly inspired by Ilovebowlcuts stories. It's a single-chapter thing, but if you want me to write one more, just shour and I'll consider it. Taxi Ride Jack was on his way to pick up his next fare when he spotted him waiting at the bus stop across the street. He immediately recognized the boy's distinctive cute face and curly blond hair. He pressed the CB radio button. "Janet, cancel my fare. I screwed up the tire and need to fix it." "Why is it always you?" she asked bitterly. Jack muttered under his breath, "Fuck off," making sure he was muted. He detested the demeaning treatment from her and most women, always belittling and looking down on him. But now, his focus was elsewhere. With tires screeching, he made a sharp turn at the next intersection, ignoring the blaring horns. Less than a minute later, he saw him again. He was not too late. The boy was still there, hands in his pockets, nonchalantly chewing gum. Jack's cock swelled in his pants. The man took a deep breath, pulled over next to his target, and lowered the window. "Get in!" he shouted at the boy with all the authority he could muster, which frankly, wasn't much. "What? Who are you?" the boy's voice, in contrast, was full of confidence; he even stepped closer and bent down to look at the strange man. "I'm Santa Claus. What do I look like? Get in!" the man made a quick gesture with his thumb toward the back seat. "Sorry, it's a mistake. I didn't order a taxi." "I don't care. Someone ordered a fare to the airport, and I don't see anyone else. Now stop wasting my time and get in!" "Alright, alright," the boy said. He threw his school bag onto the back seat and got inside. "Is this some kind of prank?" the boy asked as he buckled up and made himself comfortable. Jack didn't answer, and when the boy caught his eyes in the rearview mirror, he quickly turned back to the road. He was sweating. He had been aware that his plan was full of holes and that it would probably fail, but he couldn't come up with anything better. And by some miracle, it worked. This sexy boy was now in his cab. "I've always wanted to see the airport," the boy said. "Have you ever been there? Of course, you have; I'm dumb," he laughed to himself. "But you're going to have to take me back because I'm broke and I'm not walking all the way back. My parents would kill me." "Shut up!" Jack said. He was trying to think. His plan only involved snatching the kid. Now he had to think, and thinking wasn't his strongest suit. "What did you say to me?" the kid asked, annoyed. "I told you to shut up!" Jack shouted, turning around and pointing his finger at the blond boy. "The fuck?" the boy whispered, taking out his phone. He started typing, looking up from time to time. "What are you doing?" Jack asked. "Writing a complaint," the boy shrugged. "Where's your license? I'll need your name and license number." "Give me that!" Jack reached back, trying to snatch the phone, but the boy was too fast. "Better watch the road, dude," the boy warned, and Jack looked back just in time to see he had steered into the wrong lane. "Fuck!" he yelled, turning frantically, barely avoiding an eighteen-wheeler coming from the opposite direction. The boy's laughter almost drowned in the sounds of horns coming from all directions, as Jack desperately regained control over his vehicle, his teeth clenched tight, his knuckles white from grasping the steering wheel. "Wooooo!" The boy whooped as he was tossed from one side to another. "Why won't you shut the hell up already! It was all your fault!" Jack yelled, spraying the windshield with his spit. "Sorry, Mr. Driver," the boy said and then burst into laughter. "Shut uuuuuup!!!" They drove in silence for another twenty minutes and Jack fought the urge to just kick the boy out and never get near him again. But somehow, he wanted to get into his pants even more, and slap the damn little bastard to teach him some humility. His heart was still beating hard from the near death experience, and he drove without aim, occasionally stealing glances at the boy who stirred and yawned behind him. "You missed it," the boy said after a moment. "Missed what?" "The airport. You were supposed to turn right." "How do you know?" "I saw a sign." Jack knew the boy was right. But what the little shit didn't know was that they weren't going to the airport. Jack drove for another ten minutes, until they left the town and entered a country road. He stopped at a spot he knew, a small, deserted parking lot just by the road, that could fit six cars. "Get out," the man said and went around the car to open the door for the boy. "Are you a murderer? You don't look like a murderer," the boy said as he got out of the car and stretched. Now, he could clearly see that the man who kidnapped him wasn't much taller than him. He was probably in his early forties, with a narrow face and big, round eyes. He seemed jittery and anxious, and the boy wondered if he was supposed to be afraid of him. I can turn into a murderer if you keep talking. Take off your clothes. Now!" "Ahh, just another pedo, then..." "Shut up, or I'll kill you for real. Do what I said!" "Jeez, okay, fine. Are you sure about this, though?" the boy said, looking down the road from where another car came, passing them by. The boy waved at it with a smile, and some toothless man with his wife waved back. "Okay then." Jack's stomach churned as he watched the kid take off his shirt and throw it on the ground. "What a nice breeze," the boy commented as he proceeded to unbuckle his belt. "This is going to be quite a show," he added when another car passed by. "Okay, smartass. Put your clothes back on before I lose patience." "You didn't think this through, did you?" "Shut the hell up!!!" The air was thick as they drove back to town. Jack had to take deep breaths to stop himself from driving into a tree and taking the boy with him. Why was he so bad at planning? Maybe he could salvage the rest of his dignity by just dropping the kid back at school. "We can go to your place," he heard the kid say over the engine. "What?" "I'm bored. And hungry. We can go to your place if you want." In the back seat, the boy saw Jack look at him suspiciously in the mirror. At first, he found the man amusing, but now he started to feel pity for him. "We're going where I want to go," Jack said, attempting to sound menacing. "Alright, alright. I just feel like we're wasting time." They drove for over an hour. The boy didn't know the city well. His parents had just moved in a couple of years ago. But he could swear they were going in circles, without an aim. He recalled everyone warning him against strangers, and he wondered if he should be afraid. It no longer seemed like a creepy prank gone wrong. But he wasn't scared. Somehow, he couldn't force himself to be. Instead, he was getting seriously bored. He regretted not charging his phone fully before leaving home. He always forgot to do that. Then they arrived at a part of town he had never been to before. He didn't want to call it the slums, but that was the first word that came to his mind, especially compared to the nice neighborhood where he lived. He looked with disgust at a rundown block of flats they stopped by. He thought of all the child trafficking gangs they warned him about. He hoped they'd at least take him to some nice country, maybe in Europe. Denmark would probably be too much to ask for, but maybe France? "Where are we?" the boy asked when they got out. "Stop asking questions. Follow me. And don't try anything funny." "That's so boring! How does your wife even cope with you?" Jack just grunted something under his breath and led them to an ancient elevator that took them to the fourth floor. "I wonder who lives here, right?" the boy asked, running his fingers along the paint peeling off the wall like sunburnt skin. He watched the man take a big ring of keys from his pocket and unlock one of the doors. "Holy shit!" the boy exclaimed when they came in. The place was a complete mess, with empty pizza boxes, beer cans and dirty clothes scattered allover the floor. "Just look at this place. Who lives here?" "You wanted to go to my place and now you complain?" Jack asked, turning red. "Dude, you should fire your wife," the boy said, instinctively picking up some trash and piling it in one place. "Don't touch it," Jack said and yanked the boy's arm. "This is my house, and I like it that way. It's none of your business." "Yeah. You're right. I changed my mind. I'm going home," the kid said, turning back. "You're not going anywhere before I say you can," Jack growled, blocking his way. "Bullshit. I'm not staying," the boy said and shoulder-bumped the man, passing him by. Jack let out another growl and grabbed him by his shirt. "You're not going anywhere." The boy started laughing. "Let me go, you psycho. Or I'm going to scream." "No, you won't." "Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!!! Heeeeeeeee..." "Shh," Jack said, covering the boy's mouth. "Are you insane? You'll get us both in trouble." "Only you," the boy shrugged. "Fine, I'll stay. What's your name?" "Jack," he responded, before he could stop himself. "Jack. Cool. I'm Matt. I'll do whatever you want, but first, you have to shower." Helplessly, Jack watched as Matt took off his shirt and threw it on the ground, then went on to explore his tiny flat. He couldn't believe it. The boy he had secretly stalked for months was now in his place, half-naked, willing to do anything he wanted. What did he mean by that? He couldn't be more than 13, even though his body was perfectly toned, without an ounce of excess fat. Jack himself wasn't much of an Adonis. How could he be so lucky? But it didn't seem right. Jack felt that he wasn't in control of the situation and he ran out of ideas to regain it. "Does it matter?" he thought to himself. "As long as he lets me do whatever I want, it's even better if he thinks it's his idea." He closed himself in the bathroom and turned on the shower. When he emerged, towel around his waist, the boy shouted from the bedroom. "Over here!" When Jack entered, Matt was lying on the bed in just his blue briefs, absentmindedly touching himself with his left hand. In his right hand, he held his phone, now connected to Jack's charger. "So fast?" the boy asked. Jack could only gulp, looking at Matt, his toned body, and the pronounced bulge--definitely impressive for his age. "I guess I can suck your dick," the boy said and put the phone away. Jack felt strangely self-conscious with this perfect boy staring at him. He knew he couldn't show weakness now, so he unwrapped his towel and let it fall to the floor. "Pfffffh," Matt let out and turned away, covering his mouth with his palm. Jack turned red and felt the urge to cover himself, but that would be like admitting defeat. All he wanted was to punch this cheeky brat, but he knew that wasn't an option. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the boy giggled. "I know it's not your fault, but dude... I feel bad for you. What I said about sucking you... forget it. I guess I can jerk you off, if you really want. With my index finger and thumb. Pfffffahahahaha. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be mean, this is just so..." Jack clenched his fists and took deep breaths as the boy tried his best to calm down. Don't strangle him. Don't strangle him. You'll spend the rest of your life in jail. It's not worth it. "Okay, I'm good now. Sorry," Matt said, wiping tears from his eyes. Then he hooked the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down. His cock sprang out, readjusting itself from left to right. It was semi-hard, about 7 inches, and on Matt's slim body it looked like a monster. Matt pulled on it a few times, making Jack's eyes go wide. It was almost twice as long as his. Much thicker too. A fat vein ran along the underside, giving it a menacing presence. How was it possible for this young boy to pack this much? Could it be the source of his confidence? "Suck me first. If you horn me up enough, I'll consider touching yours. No offense," Matt said. Jack was shaking. He couldn't stop looking at the boy who slowly jerked his perfect meat. He felt so inadequate and pathetic, it hurt. At this point, he could either kick him out of his house, or play along. Gritting his teeth, he got on the bed. The boy put his hands behind his head, getting ready for his toy to be played with. Matt sucked in some air when the man touched his penis and stroked it a few times. It wasn't the first time an adult handled his dick, but every time seemed to be as good as the last. Matt wasn't aware of it, but his 7-incher was way more sensitive to pleasure than most. Mere touch could send him into a trance-like state, and suddenly he was really happy he wasn't at school. Hopefully his parents wouldn't find out. "Take it in your mouth," the boy whispered, seeing that Jack seemed a little reluctant. Jack thought about it for a second. He never sucked a dick in his life. Damn, it was his third time ever doing anything sexual, and the first that wasn't paid. He felt like a total virgin, and deep inside he prayed for some guidance. He knew it was the boy who was supposed to suck his dick, but he was in no position to negotiate. Maybe if he does a good job, then the kid would think it fair to reciprocitate. Eventually, he leaned in and took Matt's tween cockhead in his mouth. "That's the stuff," the boy whispered, placing his hands on top of Jack's head, guiding him to a moderate pace. He closed his eyes, imagining it was his older cousin Damon and got lost in a feeling. He instinctively spread his legs, exposing all his sensitive parts to the man. "You're a shitty driver, but you suck a good cock," Matt said among slurping sounds, the man's warm mouth feeling great around his big young shaft. Jack couldn't believe he was being degraded by the not so little brat, but decided his pride had to take one for the team. Matt opened his eyes when his phone rang, just next to his head. For a second, he was afraid that it was his parents, who had found out that he wasn't at school, but it turned out to be his best friend, Dustin. "Yo, what's up?" Matt said when he picked up. Jack stopped sucking and looked at the boy questioningly, but Matt pushed his head back down, motioning him to go on. "Yeah, I'm skipping today," the boy said, massaging his tummy with his free hand. "Why? I'm getting my dick sucked. You losers can sit at school until 4 PM. Oh. You're already home. What? I'm not joking, dude, I found some guy and he's sucking my dick. Give me a sec. I'll call you on video. Are you alone? Oh. Yeah, I guess he can watch. It's up to you. He's your brother, not mine." Jack's heart started beating faster. He wasn't sure if being recorded while sucking an underage boy's dick was a good idea, but it somehow made him really horny. Matt disconnected, and after a second, he started a video call. After a while, Dustin appeared on the screen. Behind him, on the bed, was his little brother Jimmy who was 11. Matt had his front camera on, so his friends could only see his face and some of his naked chest. Jimmy waved at Matt when he noticed him, and Matt waved back. "Yo, guys. Guess who's getting free head?" "Show it already, liar," Dustin said, and Jimmy sat next to him, peeking curiously. "You will be apologizing to me very soon," Matt said and turned the phone to face Jack. Two boys, dark-haired and brown-skinned, looked at the man, who had his mouth full of boy dick. He closed his eyes, shame fighting with arousal. "Dude, no way," Jimmy whispered. "That's an old ass man. And why is your dick so big?" "Good genes," Matt said, proud of his meat scepter. "Why is a homeless guy sucking your dick man?" Dustin groaned. "He's not homeless. I'm literally at his home. "And be nice to Jack, he's a good guy." To accent it, Matt placed his left hand back on the man's head and motioned him to speed up a bit. Jack was going up and down on his cock. He wasn't able to take all of it, but it didn't stop him from trying. "Fuck, that's hot," Dustin whispered, and by the movement of his arm it was clear that his hand was inside his pants. "Will you cum?" Jimmy asked, his eyes glued to Matt's swollen penis as it was being serviced. "Sure. Wait a second, let's switch," Matt said and put the phone away. Then he got onto his knees and motioned Jack to take his place. For a moment, Jack thought that the boy was going to return the favor, but was quickly disillusioned when Matt stuffed a pillow behind his head. Still on his knees, Matt picked his phone and switched to the rear camera, pointing it down as he aimed his dick at Jack's mouth. "Open wide," Matt said and slid his peen deep into Jack's mouth. Very slowly, minding to make a show of it, he pushed it inside, until the man gagged. Then he retracted it and pushed again, picking up speed with each movement of his hips. "That. Feels. Amazing," Matt commented as he fucked Jack's mouth. He switched it back to the front camera and extended his arm up, capturing the whole scene for his friends. He made a "V" sign with his fingers and stuck his tongue out. "Lucky bastard," Dustin whispered. Judging by his shaking arm, he was now openly jerking off. He saw Matt naked a few times before. He often came to Matt's home after school and Matt didn't care to hide when he was changing into his normal clothes. So for Dustin, it wasn't a surprise that his best friend was so big, but seeing it hard like this was still a sight to behold. "Wanna see me cum?" Matt teased, feeling his orgasm building up in his hairless balls. "Yeah," Dustin said. "Wait." Matt looked up at the screen and watched Dustin place his phone on his desk, so his bed was full in sight. Dustin then quickly took off his shirt and then his shorts, which he slid down his legs along with his undies. He then sat on the bed next to his brother, making sure it captured all of him. His 5,5 inch cock bounced, not as big as Matt's, but still impressive on his slim, brown body. Jimmy looked down at it with an open mouth. "Suck me, Jimmy, so Matt can watch," Dustin said with a hopeful note. "No!" Jimmy winced, looking at his brother's dick with a mix of curiosity, fear, and respect. "Come on, please. Just for a few minutes." "No, ew!" Jimmy said, but grabbed Dustin's penis in his small hand. "I can do it like that," he added, moving it up and down. Dustin didn't complain and sat back, happy being serviced. "We should totally do it together one day, guys," Matt said and licked his lips, taking in the sight of Jimmy masturbating his best friend. "Yeah," Dustin replied, not wanting to sound too eager. Matt was now thrusting his dick into Jack's mouth at full speed. He shoved most of it inside, not caring about gagging sounds made by the man, or about tears escaping his eyes. He only cared about how good it felt and how much he wanted to cum. Having Dustin and Jimmy there to watch him doing the first, but surely not last, facefuck of his life was just the icing on the cake. "Almost," Matt grunted, his legs shaking. Knowing it was only a matter of seconds, he pulled out his shiny cock and jerked himself off to a powerful orgasm. The brothers could clearly see Matt's cum face, grimaced with pleasure, but their eyes were fixed on his dick shooting watery seed right onto Jack's face. This was more than enough to send Dustin over the edge. He looked down at Jimmy's pumping hand just before a few drops of his boy milk shot from his dick and landed on his belly. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," Matt moaned as he and Dustin came almost at the same time. Meanwhile, Jack closed his eyes as he was covered by jets of Matt's cum. Matt was only 13, but he made more than he could in a whole week. "Whoa, that was hot," Dustin breathed out as he smeared his release all over his chest and tummy. That's how he liked to get rid of the mess sometimes, not aware of the fact that it made him stinky for the rest of the day. His father was planning to confront him about it, but he secretly enjoyed his first-born smelling of dried cum, so he had decided it could wait. "I need to run, bro. Want to come over tomorrow after school?" Matt asked. "Absolutely," Dustin smiled, his softening dick bouncing happily at the thought. "See you." "See you, Matt!" Jimmy waved with his sticky hand. "Thanks, man," Matt said to Jack after he hung up. He had almost forgotten about the man and he giggled, seeing his cum-coveres face. He jumped off the bed and started dressing up. "I'd stick around, but I need to be home soon. You don't want my dad to start looking for me. He's a weightlifter. Jack felt a bit pathetic as he wiped Matt's cum off his face. He wanted to ask the boy to return the favor, but the vision of his dad looking for the boy, whether it was true or not, made him reconsider. Matt was fully dressed now, but his swollen dick left a very noticeable bulge as he put on his school bag. "I'll show myself out. Thanks for the ride," he said with a wink and disappeared. ----- Thanks for reading! You can email me at deann.thomas@protonmail.com. And don't forget to donate to Nifty every now and then. If you don't, this archive may disappear one day and we don't want that!