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Jitney Jerkoff

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by Tarbaby54@yahoo.com I live and work in Eastern Europe, and although I am an "out" gay American used to many more cultural and social advantages, I like being here (here being Ukraine) because the men are, well, in a word, GORGEOUS! I suppose it is a matter of taste. I really like big fat uncut dicks and there are NO circumsized dicks here, except maybe if someone is a Moslem from Daghestan or somewhere like that. For that matter, I can count on one hand the number of little dicks I have met. And that's the truth. Quite often I am late going home because I stay in the office late. In my city, there are lots of modes of transportation, but at the hour that I usually go home there are only two: cabs and jitneys (mini-vans). Now, I have always had making it with the cabdriver fantasies, but unfortunately, I have never gotten to live it out. I didn't expect what happened to me last week to ever happen, but it did, and because it was so unexpected, my dick gets hard when I remember. As I write this, it is hard. When I take the jityneys I like to ride in the front with the driver. I like it better when someone gets in the front after me, because we are three sitting close together. If we are all men and I am in the middle, then it is just great: the feel of our thighs rubbing, the feel of the driver's hand grazing my thigh as he shifts, looking into their crotches trying to figure out how big their dicks are, watching the driver's hand absently cup his balls...all this is part of my 50 kopeks fare. A great deal. Anyway, last Wednesday we had a big snowstorm. There were very few people out because of the weather and I got on the jitney with a driver whom I ride with frequently. I, of course, sat in the front. He, like most of them, was in his late 20s/early 30s, close cropped hair, with a mustache, strong hands with short round nails, nice friendly smile. We exchanged the regular small talk of acquaintances and I was turned towards him. He did what they all do (Ukrainian men like to grab their crotches when they are talking. Especially when they are talking with men. It's a macho thing they do.), he cupped his balls and kinda let his hand slide around a bit on the right side, as though he was wearing boxers and his dick was on that side. I saw the whole thing, watched the whole thing and when I looked up, I saw that he saw that I had watched the whole thing. I wasn't sure how he'd react, but he smiled and shrugged his shoulders and started going on about how driving around all day made him horny, how he wished that he was married and if he were, how he'd fuck his wife till the sun came up. Since he knew that I was American, he asked me what I would do if I were in America and horny. So I told him that I'd probably go to the flicks and jerk off. (Naturally, I didn't mention that I'd also probably be cruising around looking for and doing mutual j/o's with hung guys.) He said that he'd never been to a porno theatre, but that he'd rented some porno films and that his favorite was the "Erotic Adventures of Little Red Riding Hood." He started telling me about it and I pretended to be interested but kept noticing how he began to steadily massage the right side of his inner thigh. I said, "If you don't cut that out (looking openly now), you're gonna cum inside your pants and have a stain to clean up afterwards!" He said, "Nah, I don't cum that easy. It takes me an hour to shoot a load." Then he started to talk about how he couldn't jerk off at home because he slept in one room with his little sister, and if he stayed in the bathroom too long, someone always knocked and interrupted him. Now, I must say that he more or less kept feeling himself up and carressing himself the whole time, and that people kept getting on and off and giving him money and he was making change. I guess that he did some sort of male bonding thing with me, because he asked me to help him make change for passengers so that he could keep feeling himself up. This went on for about 20 mins. and I was hard as a rock inside my pants watching him and listening to the sound of his hands sliding around on his trouser-trapped hardon. As I said, I had ridden with him before and 1) I live near the last stop and 2) he knew where I lived. So when we were close he said, "Getting off here?" and I said, "Sure, unless you have something else better in mind." (So bold!) "What do you mean?" he asked. I said, "Watching you do that for the past has made me so horny that I feel like jacking off right here!" To my surprise he said, "Well, let's see what you've got." So, even though there were a few people still in the back (They probably couldn't see, but by that time, I could've given a rat's ass!), I took my dick out. I am no slouch, especially when I am a hard pulsing uncut 7 1/2. Evidently he though so too, because he sorta whistled under his breath. I was sitting more or less near the center of the seat right by a vent, and I could feel the heater like someone's soft breath on my dick. I started moving the skin around on my head and looked over and smiled at him. After he took a quick glance in the rearview mirror, he also reached in and, with difficulty, brought outa 10" monster! He sort of looked over at me as if to say, "Well. THIS is a dick." I had to agree. I could see that it had a thick foreskin rolled up about halfway over his head, the uncovered part of which was glistening with precum. I guess that he couldn't give a rat's ass either and was enjoying himself because he beat that big pole a couple of times on the steering wheel splattering the dash and lower windshield with drops of his precum. It stood up like a West Point Cadet and when we went near a streetlight, I could see that it was big veined and blood-gorged. He let it stand and put both hands on the steering wheel and just sorta sighed, as though it took a great effort not to stroke it. I must've been grinning from ear to ear because his look darkened and he asked me, "You a faggot?" I quipped, "What do you care? Does it matter?" He looked over at me and said, "I don't care at all, a person has to be a good human being, that's all." So I said, "Wanna jerk off together?" He said, "I can't here, look at the people, but why don't you go to the last stop with me?" I agreed of course and we worked out something to keep both him and me occupied in the interim. I schooched a bit closer and pretended to be arranging his paper money for him while he kept both hands on the wheel. This way I was also able to keep an eye on anyone who might come up and ask something or whatever. However, I was holding that thick veined shaft in the palm of my hand and by opening and closing it, was giving his dick an attention getting massage. I stuck my own dick into the space between my sweater and my shirt and by rocking back and forth, gave it a similar massage. He said, "I'm leaking!" I thought it was cute and indeed, his precum began rinning down my knuckles, so I let go of his dick, stuck my hand in his pants, found his big, loose balls and took them into my hand, massaging them and pushing them up into his crotch. He moaned and said, "That feels good." The understatement of the year. Since there were fewer and fewer people riding, I got bolder and started moving the skin around on his dickhead. The precum was oozing out and it seemed as though (of this were possible) that his dick was getting harder. I think that he noticed it too, and was surprised because he took my hand awayand said, "Wait." He let the last passengers off at the last stop and pulled into a little cul-de-sac where other jitneys were waiting their turn to depart and other drivers were smoking cigarettes and stuff. I began to get apprehensive at the thought of what I would do with 10 other guys and their varying reactions, but I didn't have anything to worry about. He motioned me to get out and get into the back. I did and he followed. We ended up sitting on the back seat with our legs open and our pants around our ankles and I was pleasantly surprised when he decided to return the favor, taking my dick in his hands while I played with his. I was wondering if we were going to get into a contest to see who would NOT cum first, and that is exactly what happened. He said, "Ahhhh!" as I began again to move the skin around his dickhead using his precum as lube. With my other hand I grabbed his big hairy balls and began to milk more and more glistening lube out of his cockslit. I really HAD to use two hands because his dick was so big and he was so appreciative! Anyway, we were leaning against one another with our hands in each others crotches and I sorta leaned over as if to suck his dick. He objected, "Just keep jerking me. Keep feeling me with your hands, please." "Ok, no problem, big guy," I agreed and began to spit on his dick from a little distance away, tryinmg to get it even more slimy and slick. He, at first, was a little put off by this, but after a couple of times, he even leaned back so that I could get better aim, getting off on feeling his dick so slick like a dipstick. At this point I was almost ready to cum, and to keep from doing that, I git off the seat and knelt in front of him. I put the top of my head right up into his crotch and used my hair and a ball polisher. He put his hands behind his head and moaned and scooted further down so that his back was almost on the part where your ass is supposed to go, and his legs were spread as wide as an enthusiastic "V" for victory. I couldn't help but see the pucker of his asshole and instead of asking, just dived right in with my tongue. He picked himself up a little bit and thrashed his head from side to side and since his dick was in my hand, I could feel it heat up, give a little jump and pulse. He was actually flexing it, as I was tonguing his hole! With the flexing, the juice was starting to flow like the Volga River in spring and I saw that his eyes were going back up into his head. Suddenly, he sat up, grabbed me under the armpits and sat me down on his naked thighs. He sort of pulled me close to him and face to face, began rubbing his now hot leaking pole of muscle on my stomach, chest and dick, fully taking charge of all the movements, He hung his head on my shoulder and began to bite the flesh and moan at the same time, "Cummmmm, ohhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhcummmmmmmmohhhhhh." I tried to reach into the breach and garb and jerk on both our dicks as I was getting chafed by his big cock's rubbing me all ove, but he had other ideas. He lifted me up and sat me down on the length of his dick, not putting it in me, but keeping it on the seat under my ass. Then he began a friction fuck sandwich, sliding his slick dick between the naugahyde and my asshole. I guess that the cool and hot combo did it for him because he started saying, "Oh God, Oh God!" and grabbing hold of my dick, began to move us both around in ernest. Then he just looked in my eyes widely, smiled, closed them again and shot a big greasy load of ball juice, "ARRGGHHHH AHHHHHH UNNNNHHHHHH!" And then he was still. After a while he sorta chuckled and said that he had never done THAT with a man, but that a guy sucked him off when he was in the army and did I feel like riding around for a while. "Sure, " I said, and for that night at least, was his special vibro massage tool. e did it different ways, in my fur-lined gloves, with them, using my wool hat as a receptacle and other variations, five all told.Oh, he did let me suck him off in the end, but that;s another story. He works two week shifts, with two weeks off. I'm sure we'll do it again. At least, I hope so.