The Cab Driver
It all started the other night when I met this chick at the local bar near where I live. She was there celebrating Christmas with her work colleagues having drinks. Things were going pretty good, when I asked her if I could buy her a drink. She immediately agreed. She already looked like she had had enough to drink, but I decided, “What the heck”. It was Christmas, and it was a time for celebrating.
She introduced me to her friends, and asked me if I would like to join them at their table. I jokingly told her I would be happy too, but only if there was going to be no “shop talk”. This put a smile on her face as she led me to her table.
When we got to her table, I noticed there were about 8 of them, but only 2 of them would be worth shagging. We were getting all along quite nicely drinking and chatting when after about an hour, she started to fondle my cock through my jeans under the table as she was chatting to the chic sitting next to her. This got me slightly nervous, as I wasn’t sure how to react. Her friends were obviously unaware of what was going on. I was enjoying her playing with my cock the way she did, but I was unable to get it fully hard.
After about 20 minutes of this, she whispered in my ear “Let’s get out of here!” I didn’t need any further encouragement. I drank what was left of my drink, grabbed her by the hand, said goodbye to her friends, and darted out the front door. We got into the back seat of a passing taxi and headed for my place.
On the way, she continued to fondle my cock, but this time she undid my zipper on my jeans, and buried her hand down my jocks. Once again, I was unable to get fully hard, because of . This was making me extremely frustrated. As she began stroking my cock, the driver looked into his rear view mirror and asked us which would be the best way to get to my place. I told him to take the freeway after the third set of lights. ’s question caused my dick to soften a little, but I was still semi-erect.
As I was about to place my hand on her tit and give her the same fondling she was giving me, she took a hold of my hand, and gently placed it on my knee. She then instructed to pull over so she could get out. The driver panicked, thinking she was going to be sick, so he immediately pulled over. I asked her why, and she replied, “No offence, but I don’t think your equipment down there is going to work.” Puzzled, I asked her what she meant by that. “You’re as drunk as a skunk, and there ain’t no way you’re gonna be able to satisfy me with that soft little thing you have in between your legs.”
“Little? Soft?” I asked. What the hell are you talking about? She didn’t answer as she was jumping into another passing taxi. As her taxi was leaving she thanked me for the drinks and smiled.
“Where to now buddy? Home still?” the driver asked.
“Yeah buddy… Home” I answered disappointedly.
“Little…Small?” the driver heard me ask that to myself again.
“Don’t worry about buddy, just a bit of bad luck, that’s all” he said to me.
“How the hell can a guy maintain a stiffy at a table in a public room, and in a cab? She could have waited ‘til we got to my place!” I protested. “Then she would have seen how big and hard it gets!”
“If it means anything to you, she was just even more drunk than you are now, and looked hornier too. A 12 incher wouldn’t have been able to satisfy her.” He said.
“I’m telling you dude, I’m not little down there. No other chick’s complained before. You saw it for yourself. Take a look again.” I boldly told him.
As I was pulling my cock out to show him what was left of my hard on, he said, “I don’t check out any action that goes on at the back seat of this cab, unless off course I suspect that some Looney is going to pull out a knife or gun or something on me”. Feeling suddenly embarrassed, I had my cock in my hand, and was just about to put it back into my jock. “In the 5 years I‘ve been driving cabs, I’ve seen it all before. Nothing surprises me anymore.” He then had a quick glance at my cock just as he was about to do a lane change. “But just for the sake of this conversation buddy, you can relax. It’s not any bigger or smaller than mine, and I’ve definitely had no complaints either!” he assured me.
“Yeah right.” I said in disbelief. He could see that I was still annoyed for not getting laid.
“It’s true,” he said. “You wanna see?” he undid his zipper with one hand whilst he had the other on the steering wheel. I was still annoyed, but saw this as a distraction from my bad luck.
He was having problems pulling his dick out with the one hand. “Wanna give me a hand with this?” he asked.
“It’s okay buddy, I believe you, you don’t need to show it to me” I told him.
“Look buddy, you looked like you just lost the lottery, I’m only trying to convince you that the chick was wrong. Okay?” he said. He didn’t wait for me to answer. He had his dick out and was holding it with one hand. “See?” he asked. He lied. His dick was bigger and fatter than my own.
“Look buddy” I said to him. “If you’re trying to further humiliate me about my cock size, you’ve succeeded. Now let’s just drop the subject.” I demanded. “Just take me home”
There was a little silence, and then he reached over to the glove compartment, and pulled out a compact tape measure that was amongst pens, paper etc, and began to attempt to measure his cock, but was having difficulty.
“You’re not gonna give up, are you?” I asked trying to find the humour in all this.
“Trust me buddy. I just want to prove something to you” He said knowing that I was staring to feel okay about his determination.
“Hold the tip of my cock up in the air, and I’ll hold the tape measure along it” he instructed me casually. I did as he asked, but couldn’t help noticing the strange feeling of holding another guy’s cock. He was struggling with the tape measure trying to get an accurate measurement. During this, I could feel that the tip of his cock was hot. “Pull my cock right out buddy. It’s okay, I’m cool with this” he assured me. As I did this, I could feel his blood rush into his cock making him slightly harder. “Sorry about that buddy. He gets a bit excited when foreign hands touch him. You know how it is” he said with a cheeky smile. We both looked at the tape measure. “7 inches soft. Now measure yours,” he said.
“Soft?” I said to him.
“Okay, take half an inch off. As I said buddy, he gets excited” he answered.
The last time I actually measured it was when I was in my late teens, and then it was only 6 inches. I grabbed to the tape measure off him, and measured my cock to be just over 7 inches. I was soft. This put a big smile on my face.
“Wrong reading buddy. You need to put the end of the tape at the base of your cock, not your nut sacks!” Before I could say anything he reached over with his free hand and placed the tape at the base. I once again felt that strange feeling… So did my cock, which he noticed. I measured it again and found it to be just less than 7 inches semi-erect.
“Now what?” I asked feeling embarrassed about my semi hard on.
“Look buddy, we can’t measure our cocks properly” he said.
“Why not?” I asked. He indicated me to look down at his cock, which I could see was fully erect through his jeans.
“Let’s just agree to disagree buddy” he said. “You have a good sized piece of equipment and that’s all that matters”
At that point I asked him to pull up at my driveway as I put my dick away. I still felt annoyed and humiliated which he could still notice.
“You live on your own buddy” the driver asked
“Just me and the dog” I answered.
“Mind if I come and use the bathroom?” he asked me politely.
“Sure. Good luck though” I said indicating at this hard on.
He showed him to the bathroom and went to my bedroom to check for any email messages. I could hear him using the toilet, as he had left the door wide open. I walked passed the toilet to open some windows to air the place out. “Sorry buddy. Bad habit. I don’t close the bathroom door at home either” he told me.
“No problem.” I assured him as I began to get changed into some sweat gear. “As I said, it’s just me and the dog here, so you’re lucky!” I said.
He then had finished. I could hear the toilet being flushed. “Just show yourself out buddy” I told him.
“Sure. And thanks” he said to me
Seconds later he returned back into my bedroom where I was stark naked and reminded me about the fare.
“Sorry buddy, I forgot” I said. “Here.” I gave him a $20 note and told him to keep the change.
I noticed him staring at me, which began to make me nervous.
“Shit! You look bigger in the nude than you did in the cab” he said with amazement.
“Yeah right” I grumbled.
“Trust me. You’re bigger than me” he said again.
“You’re still not going to drop it are you?” I asked him feeling a little angry at the driver.
He began to walk over to me and started to undo his belt. “What are you doing?” I asked him.
“I’m not leaving until I prove my point” he said. He now had his jeans and jocks down to his waist.
“Grab my cock and put it up against yours?” he instructed. I grabbed it and did as he asked. “Closer” he demanded. “Closer again, right up against yours”
I did as he asked again, and found that my cock was definitely bigger. I also noticed that his cock was now growing in size. I immediately let go, but it kept growing in size. That strange feeling came over to me again when he grabbed my cock and started jerking it.
“What are you doing now” I asked him.
“Trying to get you a hard on so we can measure ourselves hard” he answered.
It didn’t take any time at all before I was sporting a full hard on. We measured again, and found that I was even bigger than he was, which made me happy again.
“Hey buddy” he asked. “This has kind of got me going, mind if I jack off?”
“Ummm sure” I told him, thinking this is kind of weird. A cabbie at my place jacking off! I’d rather the chick at the bar.
I noticed pre-cum coming out of his cock.
“Any lube?’ he asked me.
“Nope, sorry buddy” I said
“It’s okay. I’ll manage.” He continued to jack off, when he suggested I jack off with him.
I thought about it, and agreed. Either way I missed out on a potential lay, and a hand job was better than nothing.
“I need lube buddy, badly” He said. “When you come, come on my hand”
“It’s not gonna happen buddy, cause I’m too drunk to jack off” I told him.
“I’ll do it for you. Do you mind?” He asked
Before I knew it, I was lying on my couch while he was jacking me off. It took a while but just as I was about to come, he cupped his hands and caught my load.
“Thanks buddy” he said. “Just what I need”
He was using my cum as lube and came in no time at all. He didn’t aim properly and got some of his cum on my now spent-soft cock.
“Sorry buddy” he said. He took my cock in his hands and scrapped the cum off my cock. I let him clean up whatever mess he made on me.
He then left after thanking me again.
I wanted to take shower, but fell asleep on the living room floor naked. I woke up at midday the next day feeling sick.
This was my only experience with another guy, and will definitely be the last. I respect gay people, but don’t find it a turn on.
Hope you guys enjoyed the experience I had.
It all started the other night when I met this chic at the local bar near where I live. She was there celebrating Christmas with her work colleagues having drinks. Things were going pretty good, when I asked her if I could buy her a drink. She immediately agreed. She already looked like she had had enough to drink, but I decided, “What the heck”. It was Christmas, and it was a time for celebrating.
She introduced me to her friends, and asked me if I would like to join them at their table. I jokingly told her I would be happy too, but only if there was going to be no “shop talk”. This put a smile on her face as she led me to her table.
When we got to her table, I noticed there were about 8 of them, but only 2 of them would be worth shagging. We were getting all along quite nicely drinking and chatting when after about an hour, she started to fondle my cock through my jeans under the table as she was chatting to the chic sitting next to her. This got me slightly nervous, as I wasn’t sure how to react. Her friends were obviously unaware of what was going on. I was enjoying her playing with my cock the way she did, but I was unable to get it fully hard.
After about 20 minutes of this, she whispered in my ear “lets get out of here!” I didn’t need any further encouragement. I drank what was left of my drink, grabbed her by the hand, said goodbye to her friends, and darted out the front door. We got into the back seat of a passing taxi and headed for my place.
On the way, she continued to fondle my cock, but this time she undid my zipper on my jeans, and buried her hand down my jocks. Once again, I was unable to get fully hard, because of .
This was making me extremely frustrated. As she began stroking my cock, the driver looked into his rear view mirror and asked us which would be the best way to get to my place. I told him to take the freeway after the third set of lights. s question caused my dick to soften a little, but I was still semi erect.
As I was about to place my hand on her tit and give her the same fondling she was giving me, she took a hold of my hand, and gently placed it on my knee. She then instructed to pull over so she could get out. The driver panicked, thinking she was going to be sick, so he immediately pulled over. I asked her why, and she replied “no offence, but I don’t think your equipment down there is going to work.” Puzzled, I asked her what she meant by that. “You’re as drunk as a skunk, and there ain’t no way you’re gonna be able to satisfy me with that soft little thing you have in between your legs.”
“Little? Soft?” I asked. What the hell are you talking about? She didn’t answer as she was jumping into another passing taxi. As her taxi was leaving she thanked me for the drinks and smiled.
“Where to now buddy? Home still?” the driver asked.
“Yeah buddy… Home” I answered disappointedly.
“Little…Small?” the driver heard me ask that to myself again.
“Don’t worry about buddy, just a bit of bad luck, that’s all” he said to me.
“How the hell can a guy maintain a stiffy at a table in a public room, and in a cab? She could have waited til we got to my place!” I protested. “Then she would have seen how big and hard it gets!”
“If it means anything to you, she was just even more drunk than you are now, and looked hornier too. A 12 incher wouldn’t have been able to satisfy her.” He said.
“I’m telling you dude, I’m not little down there. No other chic’s complained before. You saw it for yourself. Take a look again.” I told him.
As I was pulling my cock out to show him what was left of my hard on, he said “I don’t check out any action that goes on at the back seat of this cab, unless offcourse I suspect that some looney is going to pull out a knife or gun or something on me”. Feeling embarrassed, I had my cock in my hand, and was just about to put it back into my jocks. “In the 5 years I‘ve been driving cabs, I’ve seen it all before. Nothing surprises me anymore.” He then had a quick glance at my cock just as he was about to do a lane change. “But just for the sake of this conversation buddy, you can relax. It’s not any bigger or smaller than mine, and I’ve definitely had no complaints either” he assured me.
“Yeah right” I said in disbelief. He could see that I was still annoyed for not getting laid.
“It’s true,” he said. “You wanna see?” he undid his zipper with one hand whilst he had the other on the steering wheel. I was still annoyed, but saw this is a distraction from my bad luck.
He was having problems pulling his dick out with the one hand. “Wanna give me a hand with this?” he asked.
“It’s ok buddy, I believe you, you don’t need to show it to me” I told him.
“Look buddy, you looked like you just lost the lottery, I’m only trying to convince you that the chic was wrong. Ok?” he said. He didn’t wait for me to answer. He had his dick out and was holding it with one hand. “See?” he asked. He lied. His dick was bigger and fatter than my own.
“Look buddy” I said to him. “If you’re trying to further humiliate me about my cock size, you’ve succeeded. Now lets drop the subject.” I demanded. “Just take me home”
There was a little silence, and then he reached over to the glove compartment, and pulled out a tape measure that was amongst pens, paper etc, and began to attempt to measure his cock, but was having difficulty.
“You’re not gonna give up, are you?” I asked trying to find the humour in this.
“Trust me buddy. I just want to prove something to you” He said knowing that I was staring to feel ok about his determination.
“Hold the tip of my cock up in the air, and I’ll hold the tape measure along it” he instructed me casually. I did as he asked, but couldn’t help noticing the strange feeling of holding another guys cock. He was struggling with the tape measure trying to get an accurate measurement. During this, I could feel that the tip of his cock was hot. “Pull my cock right out buddy. It’s ok, I’m cool with this” he assured me. As I did this, I could feel his blood rush into his cock making him slightly harder. “Sorry about that buddy. He gets a bit excited when foreign hands touch him. You know how it is” he said with a cheeky smile. We both looked at the tape measure. “7 inches soft. Now measure yours,” he said.
“Soft?” I said to him.
“Ok, take half an inch off. As I said buddy, he gets excited” he answered.
The last time I actually measured it was when I was in my late teens, and then it was only 6 inches.
I grabbed to the tape measure off him, and measured my cock to be just over 7 inches. I was soft.
This put a big smile on my face.
“Wrong reading buddy. You need to put the end of the tape at the base of your cock, not your nut sacks!” Before I could say anything he reached over with his free hand and placed the tape at the base. I once again felt that strange feeling… So did my cock, which he noticed. I measured it again and found it to be just under 7 inches semi erect.
“Now what?” I asked feeling embarrassed about my semi hard on.
“Look buddy, we can’t measure our cocks properly” he said.
“Why not?” I asked. He indicated me to look down at his cock, which I could see was fully erect through his jeans.
“Lets just agree to disagree buddy” he said. “You have a good sized piece of equipment and that’s all that matters”
At that point I asked him to pull up at my driveway as I put my dick away. I still felt annoyed and humiliated which he could still see.
“You live on your own buddy” the driver asked
“Just me and the dog” I answered.
“Mind if I come and use the bathroom?” he asked me politely.
“Sure. Good luck though” I said indicating at this hard on.
He showed him to the bathroom and went to my bedroom to check for any email messages. I could hear him using the toilet, as he had left the door wide open.
I walked passed the toilet to open some windows to air the place out. “Sorry buddy. Bad habit. I don’t close the bathroom door at home either” he told me.
“No problem.” I assured him as I began to get changed into some sweat gear. “As I said, it’s just me and the dog here, so you’re lucky!” I said.
He then had finished. I could hear the toilet being flushed. “Just show yourself out buddy” I told him.
“Sure. And thanks” he said to me
Seconds later he returned back into my bedroom where I was stark naked and reminded me about the fare.
“Sorry buddy, I forgot” I said. “Here.” I gave him a $20 note and told him to keep the change.
I noticed him staring at me, which began to make me nervous.
“Shit! You look bigger in the nude than you did in the cab” He said with amazement.
“Yeah right” I said.
“Trust me. You’re bigger than me” he said again.
“You’re still not going to drop it are you?” I asked him feeling a little angry at the driver.
He began to walk over to me and started to undo his belt. “What are you doing?” I asked him.
“I’m not leaving until I prove my point” he said. He now had his jeans and jocks down to his waist.
“Grab my cock and put it up against yours?” he instructed.
I grabbed it and did as he asked. “Closer” he demanded. “Closer again, right up against yours”
I did as he asked again, and found that my cock was definitely bigger. I also noticed that his cock was now growing in size. I immediately let go, but it kept growing in size. That strange feeling came over to me again when he grabbed my cock and started jerking it.
“What are you doing now” I asked him.
“Trying to get you a hard on so we can measure ourselves hard” He answered.
It didn’t take no time at all before I was sporting a full hard on. We measured again, and found that I was even bigger than he was, which made me happy again.
“Hey buddy” he asked. “This has kind of get me going, mind if I jack off?”
“Ummm sure” I told him, thinking this is kind of weird. A cabbie at my place jacking off! I’d rather the chic at the bar.
I noticed pre-cum coming out of his cock.
“Any lube?’ he asked me.
“Nope sorry buddy” I said
“It’s ok. I’ll manage” he continued to jack off, when he suggested I jack off with him.
I thought about it, and agreed. Either way I missed out on a potential lay, and a hand job was better than anything.
“I need lube buddy, badly” He said. “When you come, come on my hand”
“It’s not gonna happen buddy, cause I’m too drunk to jack off” I told him.
“I’ll do it for you. Do you mind?” He asked
Before I knew it, I was lying on my couch while he was jacking me off. It took a while but just as I was about to come, he cupped his hands and caught my load.
“Thanks buddy” he said. “Just what I need”
He was using my cum as lube and came in no time at all. He didn’t aim properly and got some of his cum on my now soft cock.
“Sorry buddy” he said. He took my cock in his hands and scrapped the cum off my cock. I let him clean up whatever mess he made on me.
He then left and thanking me again.
I wanted to take shower, but fell asleep on the living room floor naked.
I woke up at midday the next day feeling sick.
This was my only experience with another guy, and will definitely be the last. I respect gay people, but just don’t find it a turn on.
Hope you guys enjoyed the experience I had.
She introduced me to her friends, and asked me if I would like to join them at their table. I jokingly told her I would be happy too, but only if there was going to be no “shop talk”. This put a smile on her face as she led me to her table.
When we got to her table, I noticed there were about 8 of them, but only 2 of them would be worth shagging. We were getting all along quite nicely drinking and chatting when after about an hour, she started to fondle my cock through my jeans under the table as she was chatting to the chic sitting next to her. This got me slightly nervous, as I wasn’t sure how to react. Her friends were obviously unaware of what was going on. I was enjoying her playing with my cock the way she did, but I was unable to get it fully hard.
After about 20 minutes of this, she whispered in my ear “Let’s get out of here!” I didn’t need any further encouragement. I drank what was left of my drink, grabbed her by the hand, said goodbye to her friends, and darted out the front door. We got into the back seat of a passing taxi and headed for my place.
On the way, she continued to fondle my cock, but this time she undid my zipper on my jeans, and buried her hand down my jocks. Once again, I was unable to get fully hard, because of . This was making me extremely frustrated. As she began stroking my cock, the driver looked into his rear view mirror and asked us which would be the best way to get to my place. I told him to take the freeway after the third set of lights. ’s question caused my dick to soften a little, but I was still semi-erect.
As I was about to place my hand on her tit and give her the same fondling she was giving me, she took a hold of my hand, and gently placed it on my knee. She then instructed to pull over so she could get out. The driver panicked, thinking she was going to be sick, so he immediately pulled over. I asked her why, and she replied, “No offence, but I don’t think your equipment down there is going to work.” Puzzled, I asked her what she meant by that. “You’re as drunk as a skunk, and there ain’t no way you’re gonna be able to satisfy me with that soft little thing you have in between your legs.”
“Little? Soft?” I asked. What the hell are you talking about? She didn’t answer as she was jumping into another passing taxi. As her taxi was leaving she thanked me for the drinks and smiled.
“Where to now buddy? Home still?” the driver asked.
“Yeah buddy… Home” I answered disappointedly.
“Little…Small?” the driver heard me ask that to myself again.
“Don’t worry about buddy, just a bit of bad luck, that’s all” he said to me.
“How the hell can a guy maintain a stiffy at a table in a public room, and in a cab? She could have waited ‘til we got to my place!” I protested. “Then she would have seen how big and hard it gets!”
“If it means anything to you, she was just even more drunk than you are now, and looked hornier too. A 12 incher wouldn’t have been able to satisfy her.” He said.
“I’m telling you dude, I’m not little down there. No other chick’s complained before. You saw it for yourself. Take a look again.” I boldly told him.
As I was pulling my cock out to show him what was left of my hard on, he said, “I don’t check out any action that goes on at the back seat of this cab, unless off course I suspect that some Looney is going to pull out a knife or gun or something on me”. Feeling suddenly embarrassed, I had my cock in my hand, and was just about to put it back into my jock. “In the 5 years I‘ve been driving cabs, I’ve seen it all before. Nothing surprises me anymore.” He then had a quick glance at my cock just as he was about to do a lane change. “But just for the sake of this conversation buddy, you can relax. It’s not any bigger or smaller than mine, and I’ve definitely had no complaints either!” he assured me.
“Yeah right.” I said in disbelief. He could see that I was still annoyed for not getting laid.
“It’s true,” he said. “You wanna see?” he undid his zipper with one hand whilst he had the other on the steering wheel. I was still annoyed, but saw this as a distraction from my bad luck.
He was having problems pulling his dick out with the one hand. “Wanna give me a hand with this?” he asked.
“It’s okay buddy, I believe you, you don’t need to show it to me” I told him.
“Look buddy, you looked like you just lost the lottery, I’m only trying to convince you that the chick was wrong. Okay?” he said. He didn’t wait for me to answer. He had his dick out and was holding it with one hand. “See?” he asked. He lied. His dick was bigger and fatter than my own.
“Look buddy” I said to him. “If you’re trying to further humiliate me about my cock size, you’ve succeeded. Now let’s just drop the subject.” I demanded. “Just take me home”
There was a little silence, and then he reached over to the glove compartment, and pulled out a compact tape measure that was amongst pens, paper etc, and began to attempt to measure his cock, but was having difficulty.
“You’re not gonna give up, are you?” I asked trying to find the humour in all this.
“Trust me buddy. I just want to prove something to you” He said knowing that I was staring to feel okay about his determination.
“Hold the tip of my cock up in the air, and I’ll hold the tape measure along it” he instructed me casually. I did as he asked, but couldn’t help noticing the strange feeling of holding another guy’s cock. He was struggling with the tape measure trying to get an accurate measurement. During this, I could feel that the tip of his cock was hot. “Pull my cock right out buddy. It’s okay, I’m cool with this” he assured me. As I did this, I could feel his blood rush into his cock making him slightly harder. “Sorry about that buddy. He gets a bit excited when foreign hands touch him. You know how it is” he said with a cheeky smile. We both looked at the tape measure. “7 inches soft. Now measure yours,” he said.
“Soft?” I said to him.
“Okay, take half an inch off. As I said buddy, he gets excited” he answered.
The last time I actually measured it was when I was in my late teens, and then it was only 6 inches. I grabbed to the tape measure off him, and measured my cock to be just over 7 inches. I was soft. This put a big smile on my face.
“Wrong reading buddy. You need to put the end of the tape at the base of your cock, not your nut sacks!” Before I could say anything he reached over with his free hand and placed the tape at the base. I once again felt that strange feeling… So did my cock, which he noticed. I measured it again and found it to be just less than 7 inches semi-erect.
“Now what?” I asked feeling embarrassed about my semi hard on.
“Look buddy, we can’t measure our cocks properly” he said.
“Why not?” I asked. He indicated me to look down at his cock, which I could see was fully erect through his jeans.
“Let’s just agree to disagree buddy” he said. “You have a good sized piece of equipment and that’s all that matters”
At that point I asked him to pull up at my driveway as I put my dick away. I still felt annoyed and humiliated which he could still notice.
“You live on your own buddy” the driver asked
“Just me and the dog” I answered.
“Mind if I come and use the bathroom?” he asked me politely.
“Sure. Good luck though” I said indicating at this hard on.
He showed him to the bathroom and went to my bedroom to check for any email messages. I could hear him using the toilet, as he had left the door wide open. I walked passed the toilet to open some windows to air the place out. “Sorry buddy. Bad habit. I don’t close the bathroom door at home either” he told me.
“No problem.” I assured him as I began to get changed into some sweat gear. “As I said, it’s just me and the dog here, so you’re lucky!” I said.
He then had finished. I could hear the toilet being flushed. “Just show yourself out buddy” I told him.
“Sure. And thanks” he said to me
Seconds later he returned back into my bedroom where I was stark naked and reminded me about the fare.
“Sorry buddy, I forgot” I said. “Here.” I gave him a $20 note and told him to keep the change.
I noticed him staring at me, which began to make me nervous.
“Shit! You look bigger in the nude than you did in the cab” he said with amazement.
“Yeah right” I grumbled.
“Trust me. You’re bigger than me” he said again.
“You’re still not going to drop it are you?” I asked him feeling a little angry at the driver.
He began to walk over to me and started to undo his belt. “What are you doing?” I asked him.
“I’m not leaving until I prove my point” he said. He now had his jeans and jocks down to his waist.
“Grab my cock and put it up against yours?” he instructed. I grabbed it and did as he asked. “Closer” he demanded. “Closer again, right up against yours”
I did as he asked again, and found that my cock was definitely bigger. I also noticed that his cock was now growing in size. I immediately let go, but it kept growing in size. That strange feeling came over to me again when he grabbed my cock and started jerking it.
“What are you doing now” I asked him.
“Trying to get you a hard on so we can measure ourselves hard” he answered.
It didn’t take any time at all before I was sporting a full hard on. We measured again, and found that I was even bigger than he was, which made me happy again.
“Hey buddy” he asked. “This has kind of got me going, mind if I jack off?”
“Ummm sure” I told him, thinking this is kind of weird. A cabbie at my place jacking off! I’d rather the chick at the bar.
I noticed pre-cum coming out of his cock.
“Any lube?’ he asked me.
“Nope, sorry buddy” I said
“It’s okay. I’ll manage.” He continued to jack off, when he suggested I jack off with him.
I thought about it, and agreed. Either way I missed out on a potential lay, and a hand job was better than nothing.
“I need lube buddy, badly” He said. “When you come, come on my hand”
“It’s not gonna happen buddy, cause I’m too drunk to jack off” I told him.
“I’ll do it for you. Do you mind?” He asked
Before I knew it, I was lying on my couch while he was jacking me off. It took a while but just as I was about to come, he cupped his hands and caught my load.
“Thanks buddy” he said. “Just what I need”
He was using my cum as lube and came in no time at all. He didn’t aim properly and got some of his cum on my now spent-soft cock.
“Sorry buddy” he said. He took my cock in his hands and scrapped the cum off my cock. I let him clean up whatever mess he made on me.
He then left after thanking me again.
I wanted to take shower, but fell asleep on the living room floor naked. I woke up at midday the next day feeling sick.
This was my only experience with another guy, and will definitely be the last. I respect gay people, but don’t find it a turn on.
Hope you guys enjoyed the experience I had.
It all started the other night when I met this chic at the local bar near where I live. She was there celebrating Christmas with her work colleagues having drinks. Things were going pretty good, when I asked her if I could buy her a drink. She immediately agreed. She already looked like she had had enough to drink, but I decided, “What the heck”. It was Christmas, and it was a time for celebrating.
She introduced me to her friends, and asked me if I would like to join them at their table. I jokingly told her I would be happy too, but only if there was going to be no “shop talk”. This put a smile on her face as she led me to her table.
When we got to her table, I noticed there were about 8 of them, but only 2 of them would be worth shagging. We were getting all along quite nicely drinking and chatting when after about an hour, she started to fondle my cock through my jeans under the table as she was chatting to the chic sitting next to her. This got me slightly nervous, as I wasn’t sure how to react. Her friends were obviously unaware of what was going on. I was enjoying her playing with my cock the way she did, but I was unable to get it fully hard.
After about 20 minutes of this, she whispered in my ear “lets get out of here!” I didn’t need any further encouragement. I drank what was left of my drink, grabbed her by the hand, said goodbye to her friends, and darted out the front door. We got into the back seat of a passing taxi and headed for my place.
On the way, she continued to fondle my cock, but this time she undid my zipper on my jeans, and buried her hand down my jocks. Once again, I was unable to get fully hard, because of .
This was making me extremely frustrated. As she began stroking my cock, the driver looked into his rear view mirror and asked us which would be the best way to get to my place. I told him to take the freeway after the third set of lights. s question caused my dick to soften a little, but I was still semi erect.
As I was about to place my hand on her tit and give her the same fondling she was giving me, she took a hold of my hand, and gently placed it on my knee. She then instructed to pull over so she could get out. The driver panicked, thinking she was going to be sick, so he immediately pulled over. I asked her why, and she replied “no offence, but I don’t think your equipment down there is going to work.” Puzzled, I asked her what she meant by that. “You’re as drunk as a skunk, and there ain’t no way you’re gonna be able to satisfy me with that soft little thing you have in between your legs.”
“Little? Soft?” I asked. What the hell are you talking about? She didn’t answer as she was jumping into another passing taxi. As her taxi was leaving she thanked me for the drinks and smiled.
“Where to now buddy? Home still?” the driver asked.
“Yeah buddy… Home” I answered disappointedly.
“Little…Small?” the driver heard me ask that to myself again.
“Don’t worry about buddy, just a bit of bad luck, that’s all” he said to me.
“How the hell can a guy maintain a stiffy at a table in a public room, and in a cab? She could have waited til we got to my place!” I protested. “Then she would have seen how big and hard it gets!”
“If it means anything to you, she was just even more drunk than you are now, and looked hornier too. A 12 incher wouldn’t have been able to satisfy her.” He said.
“I’m telling you dude, I’m not little down there. No other chic’s complained before. You saw it for yourself. Take a look again.” I told him.
As I was pulling my cock out to show him what was left of my hard on, he said “I don’t check out any action that goes on at the back seat of this cab, unless offcourse I suspect that some looney is going to pull out a knife or gun or something on me”. Feeling embarrassed, I had my cock in my hand, and was just about to put it back into my jocks. “In the 5 years I‘ve been driving cabs, I’ve seen it all before. Nothing surprises me anymore.” He then had a quick glance at my cock just as he was about to do a lane change. “But just for the sake of this conversation buddy, you can relax. It’s not any bigger or smaller than mine, and I’ve definitely had no complaints either” he assured me.
“Yeah right” I said in disbelief. He could see that I was still annoyed for not getting laid.
“It’s true,” he said. “You wanna see?” he undid his zipper with one hand whilst he had the other on the steering wheel. I was still annoyed, but saw this is a distraction from my bad luck.
He was having problems pulling his dick out with the one hand. “Wanna give me a hand with this?” he asked.
“It’s ok buddy, I believe you, you don’t need to show it to me” I told him.
“Look buddy, you looked like you just lost the lottery, I’m only trying to convince you that the chic was wrong. Ok?” he said. He didn’t wait for me to answer. He had his dick out and was holding it with one hand. “See?” he asked. He lied. His dick was bigger and fatter than my own.
“Look buddy” I said to him. “If you’re trying to further humiliate me about my cock size, you’ve succeeded. Now lets drop the subject.” I demanded. “Just take me home”
There was a little silence, and then he reached over to the glove compartment, and pulled out a tape measure that was amongst pens, paper etc, and began to attempt to measure his cock, but was having difficulty.
“You’re not gonna give up, are you?” I asked trying to find the humour in this.
“Trust me buddy. I just want to prove something to you” He said knowing that I was staring to feel ok about his determination.
“Hold the tip of my cock up in the air, and I’ll hold the tape measure along it” he instructed me casually. I did as he asked, but couldn’t help noticing the strange feeling of holding another guys cock. He was struggling with the tape measure trying to get an accurate measurement. During this, I could feel that the tip of his cock was hot. “Pull my cock right out buddy. It’s ok, I’m cool with this” he assured me. As I did this, I could feel his blood rush into his cock making him slightly harder. “Sorry about that buddy. He gets a bit excited when foreign hands touch him. You know how it is” he said with a cheeky smile. We both looked at the tape measure. “7 inches soft. Now measure yours,” he said.
“Soft?” I said to him.
“Ok, take half an inch off. As I said buddy, he gets excited” he answered.
The last time I actually measured it was when I was in my late teens, and then it was only 6 inches.
I grabbed to the tape measure off him, and measured my cock to be just over 7 inches. I was soft.
This put a big smile on my face.
“Wrong reading buddy. You need to put the end of the tape at the base of your cock, not your nut sacks!” Before I could say anything he reached over with his free hand and placed the tape at the base. I once again felt that strange feeling… So did my cock, which he noticed. I measured it again and found it to be just under 7 inches semi erect.
“Now what?” I asked feeling embarrassed about my semi hard on.
“Look buddy, we can’t measure our cocks properly” he said.
“Why not?” I asked. He indicated me to look down at his cock, which I could see was fully erect through his jeans.
“Lets just agree to disagree buddy” he said. “You have a good sized piece of equipment and that’s all that matters”
At that point I asked him to pull up at my driveway as I put my dick away. I still felt annoyed and humiliated which he could still see.
“You live on your own buddy” the driver asked
“Just me and the dog” I answered.
“Mind if I come and use the bathroom?” he asked me politely.
“Sure. Good luck though” I said indicating at this hard on.
He showed him to the bathroom and went to my bedroom to check for any email messages. I could hear him using the toilet, as he had left the door wide open.
I walked passed the toilet to open some windows to air the place out. “Sorry buddy. Bad habit. I don’t close the bathroom door at home either” he told me.
“No problem.” I assured him as I began to get changed into some sweat gear. “As I said, it’s just me and the dog here, so you’re lucky!” I said.
He then had finished. I could hear the toilet being flushed. “Just show yourself out buddy” I told him.
“Sure. And thanks” he said to me
Seconds later he returned back into my bedroom where I was stark naked and reminded me about the fare.
“Sorry buddy, I forgot” I said. “Here.” I gave him a $20 note and told him to keep the change.
I noticed him staring at me, which began to make me nervous.
“Shit! You look bigger in the nude than you did in the cab” He said with amazement.
“Yeah right” I said.
“Trust me. You’re bigger than me” he said again.
“You’re still not going to drop it are you?” I asked him feeling a little angry at the driver.
He began to walk over to me and started to undo his belt. “What are you doing?” I asked him.
“I’m not leaving until I prove my point” he said. He now had his jeans and jocks down to his waist.
“Grab my cock and put it up against yours?” he instructed.
I grabbed it and did as he asked. “Closer” he demanded. “Closer again, right up against yours”
I did as he asked again, and found that my cock was definitely bigger. I also noticed that his cock was now growing in size. I immediately let go, but it kept growing in size. That strange feeling came over to me again when he grabbed my cock and started jerking it.
“What are you doing now” I asked him.
“Trying to get you a hard on so we can measure ourselves hard” He answered.
It didn’t take no time at all before I was sporting a full hard on. We measured again, and found that I was even bigger than he was, which made me happy again.
“Hey buddy” he asked. “This has kind of get me going, mind if I jack off?”
“Ummm sure” I told him, thinking this is kind of weird. A cabbie at my place jacking off! I’d rather the chic at the bar.
I noticed pre-cum coming out of his cock.
“Any lube?’ he asked me.
“Nope sorry buddy” I said
“It’s ok. I’ll manage” he continued to jack off, when he suggested I jack off with him.
I thought about it, and agreed. Either way I missed out on a potential lay, and a hand job was better than anything.
“I need lube buddy, badly” He said. “When you come, come on my hand”
“It’s not gonna happen buddy, cause I’m too drunk to jack off” I told him.
“I’ll do it for you. Do you mind?” He asked
Before I knew it, I was lying on my couch while he was jacking me off. It took a while but just as I was about to come, he cupped his hands and caught my load.
“Thanks buddy” he said. “Just what I need”
He was using my cum as lube and came in no time at all. He didn’t aim properly and got some of his cum on my now soft cock.
“Sorry buddy” he said. He took my cock in his hands and scrapped the cum off my cock. I let him clean up whatever mess he made on me.
He then left and thanking me again.
I wanted to take shower, but fell asleep on the living room floor naked.
I woke up at midday the next day feeling sick.
This was my only experience with another guy, and will definitely be the last. I respect gay people, but just don’t find it a turn on.
Hope you guys enjoyed the experience I had.
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