The car smelled of old cigarettes, alcohol, and faintly of vanilla from a tree hanging on the mirror. I slid onto the seat of the yellow vehicle behind the passenger's seat, closing the door none too softly, and told the driver where I needed to go.
"Corner of Maple and Fairview," and he pulled away from the nearby bar without another word. He was white, though nicely tanned, and very well muscled. He wore a black, short sleeved shirt and jeans, and the well worn cap on his head was sitting at a slight angle. A faint smell of musk and sweat emanated from him, the result of a full day spent in a hot car. His exposed skin shone, as if oiled. The radio was on, and the sound of oldies rock, barely audible, carried through the interior. I glanced at his thighs, his thick, heavy thighs, and noticed his muscles even through his jeans. His muscled arms rippled as he turned the wheel, slight movements though they were.
I leaned back. The ceiling was covered in dirt stains and watermarks, and they made it impossible to tell the true color of the stretched fabric. I sighed, remembering the tight pants of the men in the bar. A smile crept up my face. Those well rounded calves that led up to nice, meaty thighs that finally culminated in beautiful, exposed buttocks. Oh, yes...the tanned, round bubble butts framed by the skin tight pants and straps of assless chaps.
My breathing became heavier, and I noticed myself beginning to get hard at the thought of caressing those gorgeous, firm butts. A bulge began to appear in my jeans. "Ahh," I thought, "I need one of those lovely asses right about now." I remembered one waiter in particular, whose deep, brown eyes had caught hold of mine. His short brown hair had been spiked slightly in the front, and traces of stubble darkened his face. He had been shirtless, his large pecs and rock solid abs on display. I remembered watching his round ass as he walked to another table and bent over to set down drinks for the tenants, his beautiful, tight, puckering hole visible but for a moment. And the ring of hair around his pouting lips...my dick strained against my pants.
What little restraint I had had long ago been melted away by the alcohol in the bar, so I leaned forward toward the cab driver, resting my elbows on my knees. His short, dark hair shone in the light of the traffic behind us, and his musky, masculine scent was stronger from there. His massive chest heaved with every breath, and I watched him as he took in air, then let it out again, then pulled in, out, for an indefinite amount of time. His nipples were visible through the fabric. He must have noticed me staring at him, and I noticed him glance at me, then open his arms a bit. His chest seemed to grow in thickness.
I couldn't help but smile at his obvious display. I realized that he could have been just as easily offended, and my drunken mind became inordinately excited. I felt almost giddy, and I decided, as I sat watching his enormous chest expand and contract, that I would test my luck.
"Man, I wish I had muscles like that. I try to work out, but I never seem to have the time," I said, glancing down at my hands.
"Mmm," was his reply. His voice was deep, almost a rumble.
"Bet your wife appreciates it," I continued, ignoring the lack of a ring on his hand.
"Have no wife," he grumbled from within his thick neck.
"Well, the ladies, then. You must get plenty of those." He did not reply, but only shifted in his seat. His weighty arms swelled as he turned the car down a different street. I didn't have too much longer before we reached my own street.
"Women..." I trailed off for a moment. "I like them thin, you know? But with great big knockers, and wide titties. The way they bounce up and down while they're riding you." I grunted. "What you like in a woman?"
"About the same, I guess," came his gruff reply. I was surprised he was letting me go this far. His New York accent became a bit more obvious. I waited a moment, seeming to ponder at the beauty of women while I really fantasized about him.
"What about the cunt?"
"What about it?"
"Well, you like it hairy or smooth?" I said, his actions only confirming my hopes.
"Mmm...smooth."
I stopped with the questions, and I raised my left arm from its place on my knee, lifting my hand to the side of his head, just beneath the off kilter cap. I brushed his hair only just, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "You know what I think? I don't think you like titties or cunts." I breathed my hot breath into his ear, my left hand still touching his hair. "I think you like dick." The car swerved, and I knew I was right. His breath was light now, so light that his immense chest barely moved. A short time passed when the only sound was the barely audible oldies and the engine of the car as we drove through the streets. Neither of us moved, and the tension grew in the stillness to be almost tangible as we sat there, immobile, my hand tickling his scalp. I lifted that hand, and I brought it up above his hat. I took it off and set it down next to me in the back seat. Then, I brought out my tongue and gently touched his ear. I could feel him take in his breath as I did so. I brought my tongue down, around the outer edge of his ear, until, finally, I grabbed hold of the lobe with my lips, wetting it with saliva. I pulled away.
The bulge in his pants was clearly visible, his cock pinned to the side right side of his leg. I could make out the outline of the head in his pants. The car stopped. I glanced out my window, only to see that it was the lamppost in my own yard that lit the interior of the car. I moved my head closer to his ear, my nose pushed up against it. "I'll leave the door unlocked," I said in a harsh whisper.
I got out of the car then, making no effort to conceal the massive impression of my dick in my jeans. I closed the door again as I had when I got in, and, my dick making it difficult for me to walk as it was, snaking its way down my leg, I made it up the steps and inside with as little modified a gait I could muster. The car remained where it was until I flicked the lights on in my home, and then I heard it kick into gear and begin to drive away. "All that effort," I thought, "and I still have to rub it out." I rubbed my crotch, unbuttoning my pants as I ambled my way to the bathroom. I could still smell his musk as I let my jeans fall to the floor. I left them where they were, crumpled on the kitchen tiles. I got to the bathroom, medium sized with a large, round bath tub on the right wall, a sink, then a toilet on the left, and cabinets against the far wall, built around a rectangular window. The moon was just visible over my neighbor's house. I had chosen this place in part for the generous amount of floor space in the bathroom, as the designer had left plenty of room in between all the fixtures.
I dug my hand beneath the waistline of my boxer briefs, even though nearly half my dick stuck out the left leg hole. It throbbed with excitement as I rubbed my hand against its shaft. Reaching the toilet, I paused in working on my bulging member to peel off my underwear, stepping out of them and tossing them into the tub. My shirt soon followed, revealing my well defined torso. I used both hands now, the width of them combined only reaching half the length of my rigid schlong. I moaned as I brought them down together, from the swollen head, down, around the ridge and onto the shaft. My grip was not tight, but the tension had been long in building, and the pleasure was immense. Farther, I brought my hands, until they both enveloped my cock to their fullest extent, and then continued to drag them down toward the thin layer of pubic hair at the base. I could feel every vein in it under my skin, every ridge caused by the rushing blood. Further my hands slid, until they hit the base, and the skin underneath was pulled taught. My balls swung slightly, the sweat from the heat of the car and pub drying in the open air. I began to move my hands back up along the shaft, the same veins and ridges, this time in reverse, bulging against my hands. I could feel my heartbeat with my fingers.
I heard my door open. I hadn't bothered to close the bathroom door, and now I remembered that I had left the main door unlocked. I looked out the port, a rush of adrenaline pumping through me, my hands still on my raging hard on. I saw the brown eyes and wide jaw line of the cab driver, who had since removed his shirt. As I watched, he came toward me, his hands shaking as they undid his belt. I was transfixed by his muscular figure, his pecs bulging, his arms rippling. A line of hair came up from under his pants to his navel, continuing and growing slightly as it traced its way to his sternum, where it branched off to coat the underside of his breast with thin, straight hair to his nipples and continue up to an inch or two under his collarbone. He never took his eyes off me. He just stared at me under his brow with his brown eyes as he walked purposefully toward me. The bulge in his jeans had grown.
I took my hands off my cock and turned around. He paused for a moment as the full length and girth of my (what I knew to be) enormous dick came into view, swinging from side to side. My balls, hanging low in the heat, hit my leg. His gaze lowered. I watched as he pulled off his pants and underwear in one sweep, revealing his own, surprisingly smooth dick, whose size was nothing to be ashamed of. With his pants gone, he dropped down to his knees before me and licked the tip of my cock, just as I had licked his ear earlier, taking the drop of precum that rested there. My knees shook for a moment, and I recovered with an intense lust for the man, deep in my being. He opened his mouth wide and plunged his lips over my cock head. His hot, wet tongue danced on the tip of my dick, playing around the entire head and tickling the hole. I could feel the precum oozing out of me as he began to move his head down my shaft, then back up to the ridge, then farther down than before. Every motion forward brought him closer to me, and I soon felt the back of his throat against my head. He stopped the advance at that point, working still only with his mouth, and one of his hands wanking his own bulging cock. Back and forth he went, a third of the way down my dick with his lips, and his tongue somehow never ceasing to pleasure the head, then back to the ridge. My whole body grew warm with my desire.
One of his hands reached up, and he started to play with my sagging balls as he worked with his mouth. He grabbed them and pulled down, stretching the loosened skin. He moved his fingers around them, cupping them and toying with them as I closed my eyes to enjoy the pure erotic sensation. He took his hand from my balls, then, and grasped my shaft. Up and down, up and down, all the while pleasuring his own dick. Spit mixed with precum stretched toward the floor, falling sometimes in large, slow globs. He reached up his other hand, and, taking his mouth off my head for a moment, wet his hands in the accumulated saliva on my shaft and head, adding to it with his overflowing mouth. Then, he plunged both hands, followed by his lips, back onto my dick, and I felt almost sick with pleasure. I looked up for a moment as he went up and down on my cock, covering most of it with his hands and mouth. His hands twisted as he pushed and pulled on my rod. I lowered my gaze once more, my eyes taking in his thick, undulating arms, his heavy, muscled thighs, and his massive, heaving chest. His nipples were a shade darker than his skin, erect with his lust.
He took a break from sucking every few moments to breathe a deep, rumbling breath, and then he would soon engulf my cock in his mouth once again. I could feel my shaft swelling, and my dick expanding as the pleasure he gave me grew. He was tickling the hole at the tip of the head with his tongue when I pulled away, about to burst. My breath escaped me in a rush, an exhale, a moan, and a shudder all at once.
He stood. It was my turn, and I lowered myself and took his large dick in my hand. He had been working it quite hard already, so I sank it straight into my mouth as far as I could go, about two inches from the base, and wrapped my index finger and thumb around what I could not get in. He moaned a deep, masculine moan. I pulled back to the ridge, just as he had done for me, and played with his cock head with my tongue, wrapping my fingers into a full fist around his dick as I pulled my head back. Down on him I went again, though I could not tickle his head as well as he had mine. He must have had a lot of experience. Back and forth on him I went, but not for long.
"Uhhnhh," he moaned from within his chest, and he pulled away with a jerking motion. I messaged his dangling balls, sagging, too, from the heat, as he pulled away from me. We remained there for a moment, my eyes in his and his in mine, as I gently worked at his balls. They were large, bigger than ping pong balls, and they felt cool in my hand.
I stood, and he turned around and bent over the tub, exposing his puckering hole to me. My lust exploded. My whole body grew hot as I bent and licked his hole, toying with the hairs on his ass. I grasped his beautiful butt with both hands, squeezing it as my tongue poked its way into his tunnel. His manly smell was almost overpowering, but I thrived on it. It fed my immense lust. I spread his cheeks apart, revealing it in full, and he opened it to me. I dug my face into his backside, delving deeper inside him with my tongue. All I could see was his broad, muscular back, now glistening with sweat. All I could smell was him, his musk. All I could hear were our moans, intermingled now in pleasure. All I could taste was his coppery taste, and all I could feel were his firm ass cheeks and my own lust.
I pulled my hand off his ass and stuck a finger in my mouth to wet it, and then smeared it around his hole. I spit on the puckering lips, swirling my finger around his open hole. Closer I came to the opening, and then I slipped inside. His insides pressed against me as I pushed my finger into him as far as it would go. I moved it around in circles, and the taxi driver's head dropped below his broad shoulders as he uttered a load moan. I pulled it out, only to wet it again, along with my middle finger, and shove them both up his asshole and rub them against his prostate.
"Uuohhh...give it to me, man," he groaned. "Give it all to me."
"You ready for it?"
"Oh, yeah," another groan.
I pulled my fingers out of his warmth and stood. I grabbed my dick with one hand, the other never leaving his gorgeous buttock. I pressed it down against his backside, and it followed his crack, bending downward and sending shots of pain up the shaft. I rubbed it against him, then pulled it up and pressed the base against his puckered hole. I could feel my balls against his skin, and I moved back and forth as he begged me to go in.
Again, I grabbed my dick, this time aiming the engorged head for his rosebud. I spat on it, rubbing the saliva onto him with the tip of my cock. Then, I spat into my hand and slathered it onto my whole member. It shone with dampness, and I pressed the tip onto his open rosebud once more. I pushed harder, and the tip seemed to go inside him, but my cock jerked upward. I repositioned it onto his hole and pushed. This time, it entered. I could feel his tight ring sliding on the skin of my cock head as it disappeared into his tunnel. Another shudder passed through me as the ridge slid into him.
"Fuuuck," I moaned.
I pushed my rigid shaft into him, the veins tracing the surface bulging, then disappearing into him. I squeezed his butt cheeks with the whole of both my hands and slid further into his body. His insides were soft against my dick. Some of the saliva I had pressed into him began to ooze out of his hole around my thick shaft. The driver moaned a long, deep moan, both of pleasure and of pain, as the final inches of my cock buried into him. My balls pressed against his butt. I held there, taking in the enormous pleasure of his tunnel, then pulled out to the ridge of my head, inch by inch. I pushed back inside him to another sound of pleasure. In and out I thrust my fat dick, my skin sliding past his in the epitome of sensuality.
I increased my pace gradually, and the sound of my low hanging balls slapping against his firm ass grew louder. My breathing grew heavier, and I was almost panting as I pounded my dick into his hole. I could hear him breathing, too, deep and heavy, accompanied by our moaning, the slap of my balls, and the thump of my pelvis against his cheeks. I moved my hands around him, reaching up to run my fingers over his abs as I thrust. I bent over him, crouching above his rippling back, and I slowed and drew out my thrusts. I pulled my cock almost out of him, then pushed back into him to the hilt as I lay over his back, now moving my hands to his nipples. I ran my index fingers over them, then in circles around them, his whole body moving to the rhythm of my thrusts. I pinched his tits, then, with the side of my finger and my thumb. His left hand came off the side of the bath tub, and he found my nipple, too. He pinched it hard, and I could feel veins of pleasure and pain course through me. I pinched him harder. Never disrupting my rhythm, I straightened. I slowed my thrusts even further, drawing each out and rotating my pelvis.
"Holy fuck, man," he groaned. "Uuohh,Uuohh,Uuohh,Uuahn,Uuhnn," his deep moaning trailed off as he turned his head to look at my body, his mouth still open slightly. His eyes rolled back in his head as I increased my pace. I slammed into him, each time pulling almost clear of his hole, then shoving it full length back up his tunnel. I could see the ripples I was sending up his body, and I repositioned my hands around his thighs for grip. He dropped his head once more. Sweat obscured my vision, and I quickly wiped it away. The hand that he had used to pinch my nipple was now furiously jacking at his meat, and I could see his balls bouncing between his legs under my cock. Wrinkled, almost hairless balls that hung between his thick thighs. His pleasuring himself made me even hornier, and I pounded my cock feverishly into him. His ass cheeks became redder, and still I pounded on. The feel of the ridge of my engorged head against his soft insides, of his tight ring around my thick shaft, of the slight bump of his prostate on the underside of my dick...it all felt unimaginable as I continued to pound his ass. I didn't want to stop. I didn't think I could stop if I wanted to. I curled my upper body, my abs tightening, and my chest and arms straining, holding him as I pounded faster. I could feel my dick swelling even further, the head growing immensely sensitive as the ridge grew more pronounced. I could feel my insides start to quake, and I knew what was about to happen.
"Uonh, fuck!" the cab driver shouted in his deep voice and New York accent. His entire body shook while I pounded him, furious as ever, and I saw ropes of white cum shoot into the tub, some landing on my underwear. He moaned a thunderous moan, and I held out as he came for what seemed like minutes, pouring his cum into my tub. I watched his hand slow on his dick, squeezing the last drops of cum out of himself. I did not interrupt my mad thrusting rhythm even as I began to lose control and my legs shook with pleasure. The muscles in the base of my cock tightened involuntarily, and I pulled my huge dick out of him and jerked it with both hands as fast and hard as I could, my whole body shaking because of my legs. With a final, hard stroke toward myself, I emptied the contents of my sagging balls onto his muscled back in thick ropes with a booming groan. 9 times I shuddered as my man juice arched over his back, some landing even in his hair. My hands were frozen at the base of my dick as I came, the major shots fading into weaker, more numerous squirts. I slumped, and then involuntarily tightened my abs and back thigh muscles into a thrust. Only then did I have the control to rub my dick, messaging out the last few drops of cum.
My cab driver twisted around and sat on the tub, sucking my softening cock clean. The rapidly appearing wrinkles shone with spit in the light of the bathroom, and he pulled his mouth off and looked up at me. He smiled, which I returned, suddenly exhausted, but immensely satisfied. I reached behind his neck, scooping some of my cum up with a finger. I brought it around toward his mouth, and he sucked my finger clean with his lips. His tongue tingled on the tip of my finger.
"I don't think I caught your name," he said in his deep voice, gazing at my dick, still smiling.
"Mike Burg," I replied.
"I'm Bruce Rowe. We'll have to do this again sometime."
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