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Taxi Driver (Made up Story)

I am a taxi driver. One day last month I was about to finish my shift when a guy walked into the cab office and asked for a cab for a fairly long journey. The man was dressed like he was going to a ball with a spotless dress shirt and black bow tie and he looked hot, middle aged with as much grey as black in his hair. He had lovely blue eyes and evidence on his chin that he would get nice sexy stubble if left unshaven. He was average height and had a soft, as it turned out, Canadian accent. I was a bit tired but I said I would take the fare. My mate who ran the firm knew I was gay cos we fucked the cherries out of each other twenty years ago and he knew I liked men in suits. He whispered, "Try to fuck him" in my ear just as I was about to leave. I already had that plan in mind. The guy took off his jacket as we walked to my car and asked if he could sit in the front passenger seat because he got car sick in the back so of course I was happy to let him. He took off his jacket and put it on the back sear and climbed in. His destination was in the Bristol region and I live in a town near Heathrow and it was nearing rush hour on a Friday so I knew it would be a long evening. He introduced himself as Karl and said he'd been promised a lift home but the promised driver had a f****y emergency which took precedence. When we were sat in the car I noticed that Karl smelt of fresh sweat, which on a nice looking bit of man flesh like this one makes my cock hard. In a situation like this ...

... (it has happened at least four times, which is not that often considering how long I have been a taxi driver) I try to be professional but something about him made me a bit flustered and I was wearing grey trousers which had begun to tent already. Karl seemed not to notice and read a paper as we headed towards the M4. All went smoothly until we got to Reading when Karl, who had taken a short nap and just woken up, said "That boner you had, what caused it?" "What boner" "The one when we got in the car. It looked nice. I want to see it." "We can't, we're in traffic, and what makes you think it was for you?" "I have good hearing. Your mate told you to try to fuck me. You don't have to try. You are going to fuck me. I want it long and hard and up my arse for as long as you can manage." "Uh, yeah, OK", I mumbled and dribbled. He then said, "I have this" and took out his prick from his trousers. "Put it back, we'll get seen." "And what..." "I don't know, but..." "So a lorry driver sees my prick. Good." It was hardening and so was mine, and it hurt as it got caught in my pubes. The light was going more quickly than we were (well, it would, wouldn't it?) and I was hemmed in by vans either side and a lorry in front so I put the car in neutral and teased my length (6.5 and dripping wet with precum - I lube a lot) from my bush and in to time at all Karl had his mouth on it. As he took my head in his gob the traffic started moving but I was not about to tell him to stop. It was clear he ...