Quickie in the Cab (mm oral)

The train I was travelling on broke down at Martin Place so I had to race up to MacQuarie Street and jump in a cab to reach the mechanic shop by 5:00pm, otherwise my car would be stuck in there for another day.

I hailed the first cab that I saw, without paying any attention to the driver, and jumped in. As I turned to tell him where I wanted to go, I realised that I was looking at one of the sexiest men I'd ever seen. He was about thirty with very short brown hair and eyes, probably a second-generation wog-boy. He looked a lot like Craig Polla-Mounter, the Canterbury Bankstown footy player, and was kind of stocky but well built.

The thing that I noticed most of all was his incredibly sexy legs. They were easy to gaze at because he was wearing a pair of very tight blue King Gee shorts, and I could see from his feet right up to his upper thighs.

I was almost struck dumb by his beauty, and stuttered when I tried to tell him where I wanted to go. He just smiled at me as I eventually got the address out, and I sat back and wondered if he could see the stirring of my cock in the crotch of my suit pants. He was making my cock hard just by smiling at me!

We chatted a bit about cars, seeing as I was picking mine up from the mechanic's, he wanted to know what was wrong with it etc. All the while we were driving he would do double takes at the women that we passed by the side of the road.

"You won't be able to see much of them in a couple of weeks time, so you'd better get a good look now," I said, referring to the on-coming cold weather.

"There's some good sorts in the Eastern Suburbs," he replied.

"I wouldn't know mate," I answered. "I only look at the blokes. I'm a fag." I confessed this to him because I wanted to see what his reaction would be, to gauge whether there was any hope of me getting into his overstuffed pants.

He just smiled at me and said, "Well, there's some good looking blokes around here too." I had to agree and didn't take my eyes from his as I replied, "Tell me about it." He probably realised at that moment that there was a free blowjob in it if he was interested.

Due to the time I'd made up by catching a cab rather than waiting for the next train, I had about a quarter of an hour to spare before I had to pick up the car. This I thought would be more than enough time to pull over by the road and suck this guy's cock. I was already visualising how fucking beautiful it would look poking out of the fly of his shorts, and the taste of it as my mouth enclosed it.

"I'll cut through to O'Sullivan Rd down here," he was saying as we turned sharply off the main road into a suburban sidestreet. I was jolted out of my daydreaming by this action, but thought he was just taking a short cut that I hadn't thought of.

We got a couple of blocks down the road where all the houses have big fences at the front, and he slowed down and pulled off to the side of the road, which was covered with a canopy of leaves, so it was fairly dark already, even though it was not yet 5:00pm.

"I've only got about ten minutes before I have to get the car" I began saying, but stopped myself as I thought better of it. Fuck the car, I could always pick it up the next day. I wasn't going to miss this opportunity for anything.

"Just enough time," he replied as he slid his big square masculine hands down to his crotch and began massaging his package through the fabric. I could see that he had quite a bulge there already, and, not wanting to miss that great feeling of a cock growing in my palm, I reached over, stroked my way up his firm, hairy thigh, and placed my hand over his. He removed his hands and let me take over the kneading of his groin. He was already pretty hard by the feel of it, and it felt like there was a nice thick cock just waiting for some attention.

I turned sideways in my seat and removed the seatbelt. He leaned his shoulders back and shuffled his hips forward to give me better access to his lap. Now I was able to unbutton the top of his shorts and slide the zipper down gently over his now massive mound.

"We'd better get to the main feature," he said as he hooked his thumbs into the sides of his shorts and slid them down to below his knees. "I'll watch the road and tell you if anyone comes." Getting caught sucking this guy's cock would be a badge of honour, not something to be ashamed of, so I had no qualms in going for it right then and there.

He was wearing a pair of fairly worn out jocks beneath, which were tented out with his stiff dick. I leaned over to his lap to begin tonguing the mound still hidden within the cloth. I was salivating like Pavlov's dogs at the sight and smell of this guy. Within a minute or so I had wet the cloth to the extent that it was practically see-though, and what I could see was making my own cock dribble with my precum.

The taxi driver had a very thick uncut cock and a big set of shaved balls. He was moaning softly as my tongue worked all over his groin, and he let out a gasp as I peeled the front of his tasty jocks down and swallowed as much of his hot cock as I could stuff down my throat at one time. It tasted so good, salty and meaty and the musky fragrance of his groin was sending shivers through my spine. He must trim his pubes as they were very short and almost sculptured to the point where there was just a rectangular patch above his boner, which was now coated with his precum and my saliva as I worked to swallow every inch of this God's manhood.

"Oh you're fucking good at this buddy," he was saying. "Suck my fat cock man... Ohh yeah." Each word he spoke was vibrating through me like thunder. I was so turned on I thought I was going to blow my load in my pants. Just in case, I unzipped my fly and pulled out my own six-inch cock which was slimy with my precum.

The driver surprised me by reaching over and giving my cock a few tugs with his firm manly grip. The feeling of his hand roughly tugging on my dick made me swoon with pleasure. I could tell that he was not used to handling another guy's cock by the rough manner in which he was manipulating mine. It turned me on even more to think that I was the only guy that had tempted this stud to fool around.

"Careful buddy," I cautioned him, "I'm so fucking hot for you that I'm likely to shoot my load if you keep that up."

"That's OK, you're in a hurry anyway," he replied.

"I don't want to cum before you do. I want to swallow your load while I shoot mine."

"No problems there mate", he maintained his bloke-iness even now...."I'm just about to blow too. You're gonna get a mouthful any second buddy."

Not wanting to lose any of his load, I clamped my hungry mouth over his cock and began sucking in earnest, flicking my tongue around his glans and into his piss-slit, then pushing my head forward to feel his dick slide down past my tonsils. I kept pumping like that for a few more strokes and felt his whole body tense up, his fist squeezing my cock so hard, I thought it would burst. The tight grip of his fingers around my shaft brought me to the brink of orgasm very quickly and in an instant I could feel the semen spurting through my cock and out onto his hand. At the same time, I heard the driver groan in ecstasy as my mouth was flooded with his warm sticky spoof.

I swallowed as fast as I could, but could still not manage to take it all and I felt it run out of the side of my mouth and saw it fall onto his abdomen. His hips were bucking forward, pushing his spurting cock deeper into my throat so that any further spurts were already halfway to my stomach, without danger of spillage.

I kept on sucking his beautiful cock until he pulled my head up. By then I had managed to suck him clean, and I finished off by licking up his sperm that had fallen onto his body.

"Wow, you're fucking good man. Better than any chick I've got to suck me off."

"Yeah well, it takes a man to know what feels good. You can have a repeat performance any time you'd like mate," I offered. "I'd like to be able to take my time with you next time so you can see just how good I can make you feel."

"We'll see mate. Hand me those tissues will you." I handed him the box of tissues that was at my feet and he wiped my load from his hands. I couldn't help but think how great it would have been if he'd licked his hands clean, but was grateful that I had managed to get this far.

"Now, let's see if we can't make it to that mechanic on time" he said as he started the engine with one hand while zipping up and buttoning his shorts with the other.

We roared down the road and took some fast corners, making it to the mechanic's workshop with about a minute to spare before 5:00.

"Thanks for the ride mate," I didn't know what else to say. This was the best cab ride I'd ever had. "Can I get your number and call you sometime," I asked as I handed over a $20 bill.

"Here mate," he said, "I'm not working on the week-end, so why don't you give me a ring. If a woman answers, just hang up".

"Sure thing, I'm very discreet. I didn't realise you had a girlfriend but I should have known, a sexy guy like you probably has chicks all over town. Thanks again buddy." I accepted the $5 change he held out, even though I had offered him the $20 as the fare.

"I've got a girlfriend but she doesn't give head like you do mate, so I'm looking forward to our next session. Maybe I can fuck you too?" He was pushing his luck a bit there as I do not usually like anal sex, but hey, I reckon I'd do just about anything for this stud.

"Maybe mate, but I'm usually active. We'll talk about that when I see you buddy."

He beeped the horn as he left and I hurried over to the mechanic who was just coming out of his workshop. I paid him for the car repairs and he gave me the keys. I wondered why he looked at me weirdly until I looked down when I got into my car and saw that I had a big wet spot of spoof on the front of my pants that must have dripped off the cab driver's hand when I blew.

Oh well, it was worth it. Maybe I should have picked the car up the next day after all and spent more time with the sexy driver. I am looking forward to the weekend.

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