The Taxi..... - Sex Stories

The Taxi.....

"Do you ye like sucking cock"? The taxi driver spoke one bleak, dreary, depressingly dull day in a late September afternoon, looking at me through his rear-view mirror with a devilish smile. His clear blue eyes fixated on mine. The rain outside the cab was lashing it down, bouncing off the windows, the window wipers going Ten to the dozen. The radio, faint, was on some shitty radio station playing an even more shitier song. Something from the nineties. Shit, from what i could hear. "Excuse me?" I returned, shocked. Flattered? Maybe.Taking his eyes off me for a second, focusing on the road ahead his gaze soon came back to mine. "Just making conversation" He replied. His gaze went back to the road. He was thin, athletic, blue eyes, and a shaven head, and was extremely attractive. Wow. He smelled amazing. I smiled nervously. He smiled back. "Only if its a big cock" I said jokingly. Unknown how to answer such a question. The truth is, i would love suck his playful member, the thought of such an action excited me. He looked at me again. His smiled bigger and wider than before. "Do ye want a look?" He questioned. My heart missed a beat. I felt bl**d rushing to my face, warming my cheeks. "Sure", i sounded nervous. Taking his gaze from the road, he look into his rear-view mirror once again. "Don't be nervous" He winked. He suggested that we pull over in the lay by, and i agreed. With the car parked up, he got out from the drivers seat and came into the back with me. Sitting ...

... opposite me, he stuck out his hand and said his name. "John" he said, looking more beautiful face to face. I returned the favour. My hand stretched and took a hold of his. A firm, friendly hand sake. "Shane" I answered, smiling. My nerves calming down somewhat. "So Shane, do ye want to see it" "Yes please" John undone the buttons to his jeans and pulled them and his tight trunks down to his ankles. "You like?" he said, as he started to play with, bringing it to life. It was huge and meaty.And not a hair insight. It was perfect. I'd often see such pricks on porn stars but not on a normal looking guy such as John. I couldn't take my innocent eyes off it. The girth was nice and thick. The way a cock should be. "Oh my God!" I uttered to myself. Utterly astonished and gobsmacked at the sight of sheer beauty. It was art. And i loved it. "Wow!" i muttered out loud. "Its beautiful, isn't it?" He questioned, knowing full well of the answer. It didn't look real, more like a toy. "Can i, Can i" I stuttered, excitedly "touch it?" He looked at me and nodded. "Of course" he winked. I slowly coiled my soft hands around his full length, looking into his blue eyes, my heart racing like crazy. My hand began to move ever so slowly up and down his long hard shaft. His eyes rolled back into his bald head. Letting out a little moan, he lay back on the seat and got more comfortable. My hand got faster, and faster. Till i got the notion of sucking it. I bent over the back seat, my arse high in the air. My ...