^Wow! That was really hot!
^Wow! That was really hot!
Well, my experience was not with a taxi driver but with a limo driver (close enough right?) It was Halloween night in my freshman year at college. My friends and I hired a driver since we all went to a costume party and we knew we were going to get drunk. After the party around 3 in the morning we left the party and piled into the limo. My costume was a scottish kilt being the ho that I am I wanted the opportunity to get laid quick without to much fumbling with clothes, lol. The driver was hunky, a young guy about 28 or so. I noticed he kept looking in the mirror at us and in particular me. I decided to give him a discreet thrill by slowly spreading my legs and having him take a look at my package. I was wearing underwear but it was bikini briefs. My friends were straight so I was very discreet about it but he caught my eyes and smiled. I worked it out that I would be the last one dropped off at home. When we were alone in the car I made myself more obvious and let him have a good look. He picked up the phone and told me he would like to see more. I obliged and slipped off my underwear. By this time I had a raging hardon. When we got home I asked him if he had time to hang out. He did but we couldn't go to my place so we drove around and he took me to the garage where he kept the limo. He got in the back with me. I sucked his cock which was hot; not big but pretty. He rimmed me and then fucked me. I blew a huge load. He then took me home. We saw each other a few times later on but then he stopped calling me. A great memory.
In the city near me there's an outdoor cruising area where guys meet after dark, because it's fairly public I dont head there too often, always afraid of being outed. Anyway, one night a group from work went out for a Christmas meal and we all aranged taxis home, I travelled with 3 others but once the last one was dropped home I asked the driver if he knew anywere near town for some gay fun. He looked at me and said had I heard about the "strand" I let on I didn't know were it was and could he drop me nearby and I could check it out. We chatted about the place and he said he often parked up watching the guys walk along the lane but never had the courage to take the plunge. I said I usually went to places in other counties as I was married and didn't want to be seen, he asked my about the places and what happened there, as I gave him the juicy bits, he obviously had a horn as he had to adjust his crotch a few times.
I knew I had to make a move in the next few minutes if I was to hit off with him as we were nearing the cruise area. I asked him had he ever thought about trying it out, he said he'd a few guys but that he like me was in a relationship and didn't want to ruin it. I reached over and plaqced my haned on his crotch, he was hard, very hard. I looked at him and he never blinked an eyelid, just moaned ever so slightly, I took that as he wasn't onjecting. I said to him, drive by the cruise area and then continue to an industrial estate ifhe wanted more fun, he did as requested.
Once he left the busy city streets, I took my cock out and placed his free hand on it, he jerked ot for a while, then I returned the favour to him. Once we reached the industrial estate I guided him to a gateway that was well hidden from prying eyes, I leaned over and sucked him, mm mm hot, bigger cock but nat as thick as mine. I suggested we get out of the car and jump the wall for a bit more privacy, once we got a spot, i dropped my jeans and jocks to around my knees and he was onto me like a rash, sucking, jerking, playing with my asshole, fingering me, so hot, I was playing with his cock but I wanted to fuck him, so I turned him around and started to rim his hole, bite his ass cheeks, played with his cock and balls and rim him some more. I got him to bend over and support himself on the wall, used my spit to lube his ass and out on a condom and fucked him, he was tight but once we got a rhythm going he enjoyed and so did I, he was jerking his cock to the beat of me ploughing his hole, finally, I felt I was about to cum, my cock stiffened and he arched his back as he felt me explode my cum into the comdom deep inside he ass. I withdrew, removed the condom and he licked me clean, then he asked would I finsih him off with a BJ, I knelt down on one knee and readily obliged him, I sucked and wanked his cock til he came in 4 or 5 splurts of sticky cum, some on my hand, some on my chin and some in my mouth, we kissed and swapped our cum then got dressed.
He dropped me home and wished me a Merry Christmas, I could have been happier, only thing missing was we never swapped mobile numbers and I've never seen him since.
Interesting thread, and some hot stories here.
I've had numerous encounters with cabbies because they are such an easy score! :mrgreen:
I notice that in most places (at least here in Australia/NZ), taxi drivers are immigrants from India, Pakistan, Middle East, Africa etc… These cultures have a very different take on gay sex that we do in the West. The idea seems to be that as long as you take on the ACTIVE role, then there’s no gay stigma attached. Most of these guys are indeed straight (often married) but would very readily accept a blowjob from a guy for the pure purpose of quick release (sometimes money) without feeling like their sexuality is being threatened. In a lot of cases, their wives or girlfriends never (or rarely) blow them as oral sex is still seen as something taboo and dirty.
Add in the fact that they work long, boring hours well into the night, and are pretty jaded by all sorts of weird and wonderful people in a big city, they make very interesting prospects for the drunk gay guy heading home from a night out. And indeed, having worked in a taxi company and getting to know many of these guys, this happens A LOT! So often in fact, that many cabbies will target gay nightspots in the hope of getting some easy head.
They may not be everyone’s idea of “hot”, but if you like the idea of dark, hairy, masculine, straight men then it’s a buffet for the keen cock sucker lol. Just don’t expect the “favour” to be reciprocated. :bj:
Years ago when I was out in Vegas at a bar called Gipsy, I decided I wanted to call it a night and head back to my room a bit early, so I left my friends there and walked out to get a cab. I wasn't even outside for a minute, and this taxi driver in a white ford explorer pulled up immediately like he was ready to pick me up. He opened the passenger side front door for me to get in too, which I thought was kind of odd since they usually make you sit in the back.
He was around the same age as me at the time (late 20's/early 30's), nice looking guy, clean cut, blonde-ish - not your typical taxi driver at all. Anyhow, long story short we ended up chatting the whole time - I couldn't quite tell if he was just straight and friendly or if he was cruising for a hookup. At one point he shut the meter off, and drove me around a bit giving me a mini tour of some of the cool spots around Vegas (it was my first time there), which was really nice of him.
When we finally got back to the casino I was staying at, he gave me his number to call him if I needed any more rides while I was out there. I definitely would have hooked up with him in a heartbeat, but it all happened so fast, I decided to play it safe and just enjoy his company during the ride. Obviously, with him picking me up a gay bar, he was fully aware that I was gay - but he wasn't trying to break the ice with me that he swung that way too, he was just being really cordial.
I would have felt like crap if I would have made a move on him and he told me that he was straight. If I were straight I would start to get kind of annoyed if every guy I was polite and friendly to started throwing themselves at me wanting to blow me and stuff like that. I get really annoyed when some of my female friends do that, as soon as they get a few drinks in them they start wanting to try and "convert" me, which is not only annoying but very disrespectful.
Anyhow I did try and call him the next day for a "ride" just for the hell of it, but he didn't answer - so I just left it at that, lol. I got side tracked with the rest of my trip anyhow and shenanigans with my friends, so I didn't try and call him again while I was out there.
Fucking a cab driver is slumming. Now an Uber driver, they're entrepreneurs. Go to town!
A company I worked for had a contract with a limo service to take us to and from the airport. One of the drivers, a Lebanese guy, mid-thirties, was sexy and charming as hell. Dark hair that curled up around his collar, beard, in terrific shape, with deep brown eyes. Pretty quickly he picked up on me being gay--I may have even told him during our conversation--and he gave me the spiel about not caring what people do, it's their business, etc., etc. He gave me his card and told me to request him next time I ordered a car. So I did and then booked him to pick me up when I returned home. My flight was delayed and I didn't land until after midnight. He showed up in stretch limo (which I hate). When I asked where his town car was, he said it was being repaired and he was using this car until it was out of the shop.
I moved up to be close to the window so we could talk. Along the way I asked if I was his last customer of the evening--not meaning anything, just making small talk. He said he'd probably stop at a popular gay bar in the city, as it was closing time and he might be able to pick up another fare. I asked how often that worked; it seemed odd to me that someone would jump into a limo when there were plenty of cabs. He smiled real big and told me he always stood outside his car, to which I said, "Aren't you clever! Now I understand." He asked what I meant (another big grin) and I explained if I saw him looking pick someone up I sure as hell would jump in. And the fare--did he charge limo rates or drop the price to match cab prices? "It depends," he told me. On what? "How wicked the ride goes. Sometimes it's free." Without hesitation I said, "If wickedness is what you have in mind, you don't need to go to the club." He stared at me for a second in his mirror and then (another smile) said, "No?"
He turned down a side street with a park on one side and an industrial complex on the other--the street was totally deserted. He stopped the car and asked, "Are you sure?" to which I said, "Never been surer."
He came into the passenger cabin and sat in the middle of the long seat at the back of limo. I started to move toward him but he told me to stay where I was. He turned on the pin lights that outlined the interior --just enough for us to see, but not too bright to draw attention. He removed his jacket and tie, folded them neatly, and set them to one side. Then he slowly unbuttoned his white shirt, revealing the most deliciously hairy chest I've ever seen. He undid his belt and pulled his shirttails out of his trousers before opening his fly to lift his cock out. It was still soft and I could barely see it as he held it in his still hand. "Now you," he said. Not quite sure what to do, I followed his lead, doing as he had done. "No," he said. "Naked. Everything off." I started to protest, since he wasn't naked. "I will be soon enough," he answered. As I stripped, he began to stroke his cock slowly, bringing it to full hardness by the time I finished. Watching that made me hard as iron. "Very nice," he said. "Now come to me."
He was a master of seduction, all right. And he was no less amazing once the sex began. I took him in my mouth and sucked him every which way. He shifted and slid his leg between mine, rubbing against my ass with his shoe. I stopped to remove both shoes and his socks to feel his flesh as he stroked my backside while I gave him head. Piece by piece the rest of his clothes came off and soon we were on the floor, sucking each other, with him on top of me. He pulled back my legs and buried his face deep in my ass, while my fingers pressed down into his hairy ass, pushing his dick deep into my throat. When he came up for air he said, "I need to fuck you. Can I fuck you?" I told him I wanted him to, but not without protection. He sighed with disappointment until I mentioned that I had condoms and lube in my bag. But the thought of getting dressed wasn't working for me, as I didn't want to break the spell. "I'll get them," he said. "Do you mind?" He raised himself off of me and opened the car door. "They're in my toiletry kit," I told him. He walked out in the street, naked and hard, and returned with the kit. Once he got the condom on, he turned me over and pulled my ass into the air, pouring lube into my crack and spreading it around. The lube was chilly, but his fingers were warm. He flicked at my hole a couple of times and whispered, "This is nice." Then he slowly found his way inside me. I don't know how long we fucked, but it felt like hours as he moved me around. We ended with me on my back while he drilled into me, grunting like a bear. Suddenly he pulled out, ripped off the condom, and shot a series of thick loads all over me. After he caught his breath, he scooped up his come and grabbed my dick in his slippery hand to jack me off. When I announced I was about to shoot, he dropped his face close to my cock. I sprayed all over his beard. A moment passed before he lay on top of me and kissed me. I laughed at the mess I'd made on his face. "I hope you've got something to clean off your beard," I said. He laughed too and rubbed the cream into his facial hair. "Now I can smell you while I'm driving back to the garage," he said.
After that, whenever he picked me up after a night flight, he brought the limo. And there was always the same question once we drove away from the airport: "Are you in a hurry to get home?" Usually I wasn't. But sometimes--just so he wouldn't take it for granted--I'd say I had an early start the next day and needed to get in bed. We eventually lost touch when I took another job. But I'll never forget him or his name: Mahmud, which means "worthy of reverence."