Taxi Journey

It was early morning as I called for a mini cab to take me home after a long but enjoyable party where I had drunk a few glasses of wine; just enough to make me relaxed and not capable of driving myself home. The cab arrived withing about ten minutes and as it pulled up next to me the front passenger door opened and asked me to get in. I settled into the seat and turned to the driver to give him my address; he was a man in his mid-thirties with very dark hair and a nicely chiselled face. He smiled and started the engine pulling away from the kirb. ‘You had a good evening?’ he asked, adding that this was his last fare for the night and then home to bed. After a few minutes i looked over at my driver again, this time taking in his t-shirted chest with the rest of him in tight pale grey jogging pants; all in all a very nice package. ‘Glad you appreciate the view’ came a comment and my driver dropped a hand down onto his bulging crotch. “Yes it’s quite an awesome sight.” I replied. We drove on and left the town and with it all the lights. Suddenly I noticed that we had slowed down and a hand stretched across and turned off the taxi meter before turning down a small track where he parked. ‘I have to take a slash before I burst’ he informed me and left the car and stood at the side of the track in the full beam of the headlights. I could believe my eyes as he dropped his joggers revealing an incredibly hard cock from which poured out a stream of urine. Having finished he waddled over to the car again and sat down with penis still hard and standing to attention. He started to stroke himself in long firm thrusts pulling the foreskin back taut along his shaft. ‘You want to have a feel?’ he asked and released the seat so he was lying back; I did the same and was soon lying almost prostrate. I leaned over and took the hot silky skinned shaft in my hand and began to masturbate him, slowly but firmly, he reached over and unzipped my jeans and pulled out my, by this time hard cock and began to rub me up and down, both of us wanking each other and enjoying the feel of hard throbbing cocks in out fists. As the veins began to stand out along his shaft I moved my hand and began to concentrate on the glans and that most sensitive spot the frenulum when the glans meets the shaft. As i rub my fingers over this spot he begins to moan and squirm and i suddenly realise that he is pouring out pre-cum and the glans is now solid and hot. It is obvious that he is getting to close to climaxing. His fist is, in the meantime, gripping my cock even tighter and massagin me in slow but intensive strokes which go from my shaft up over my glans and rolling my foreskin back and forth driving me so crazy I am crying out with a mixture of pleasure and pain, a thouroughly horny experience. As he masturbates me I hear that his breathing is becoming deeper and louder and he groans that he is about to reach the apogee of orgasm. I pull my fist down in a long slow thrust stretching his foreskin back to the base of his penis and then just move it back and forth a small amount which stretches his frenulum until with a loud cry he explodes and ejects stream after stream of thick creamy cum over the front of his t-shirt, while I am brough crashing over the cliff of my climax and my shirt gets a good soaking of man-juice. We both lay back and enjoy the feelings and we gently fonlde each others cock and balls. After what seems like an age we both sit up and my taxi driver reverts to his role and moves the car back onto the main road and brings me home. He leaves with a promise to visit me soon.