It was still dark outside when the cab arrived to take me to the airport. The driver pulled up, climbed out of the car and went to unlock the trunk so I could put my suitcase and computer back in. He was tall, maybe six foot two or six foot three with large muscular arms and legs which were intriguing to watch as he easily picked up my heavy bag. As he turned to climb back into the driver’s side of the cab I noticed his tight ass.
I climbed in back and confirmed I wanted to go to Terminal C at the airport for a ten a.m. flight. It was about a forty five minute drive to the airport and considering my early start I knew I would get there several hours early, but I thought I might try to catch an earlier flight, but if not I could get a bite to eat at a restaurant in the terminal.
As the car pulled onto the road I looked at the driver in the mirror. He was fair skinned but spoke with a bit of an accent, so I guessed he was from somewhere in Europe, or somewhere. Wherever it was a heck of a lot different than the East Texan twang I run into a lot since I moved here. Not that the East Texan twang was a bad thing, but I always was worried I’d say something wrong and some red-neck would be ready to string me up for being a radical.
Still looking at the driver he wasn’t what I’d call good looking, but I am sure some women might admire his rugged features. I’m not real good at conversation so besides a few remarks about where I was going and the weather, the ride was proceeding in silence. Diverting my attention from the driver’s face, I noticed they had a number of postings on the car windows with the fares.
The main fare I saw was the one eleventh of a mile for seventeen cents and I had to ponder that amount, I mean why not one tenth of a mile for twenty cents, it certainly would be easier to calculate. Then I noticed they charged twenty dollars an hour for waiting. I could stop and spend an hour eating and then simply pay the driver twenty dollars.
As we continued toward the airport I began to wonder about the waiting time, did the driver just sit and read or something while waiting? What if the wait was only thirty minutes, did they charge ten dollars or did you pay something more? Remembering his powerful looking legs and arms I pondered another good possibility for the waiting period. What if… nah, he would never, or would he.
Leaning forward in the seat, I said, “You know I have plenty of time before need to be at the airport.”
“I wondered about that, I mean you had me pick you up so early for a ten o’clock flight. I figured you might be trying to catch an earlier flight.”
“I had thought of that, but the weather here is so nice I wonder, say if we stopped for maybe thirty minutes. The fare here says you charge twenty dollars for an hour, what do you charge for half and hour?”
“Well, we really don’t have a rate outlined for that, but if you want to stop and have me wait I’d only charge you twelve dollars.”
“Twelve isn’t bad,” I said. “Do you know of a quiet place to stop?”
“There’s a couple of new roads just put in where they haven’t built up the airport expansion yet, it’s close to the airport, yet no one drives back there.”
“Well, for twelve dollars, that’s a deal,” I said.
He continued driving for a bit and then as we exited and were heading for the airport he made a quick right hand turn and drove about a mile back near a cluster of trees. Pulling to a stop he asked, “Is this okay for you.”
“Yeah, it’s fine,” I said climbing out of the car and stretching my legs. I walked over near the trees and then turned, surveying the entire area. I then unzipped my fly, turned and looked at a tree and urinated. When I finished I turned around with my cock still hanging out until, if the driver was watching me, he surely saw my cock as I tucked it back into my pants. I wandered back to the cab, but instead of climbing into the back seat I opened the front door and sat down.
The driver didn’t say anything, he just looked at me. I looked up at his face and then down to his lap, noticing I had an erection. Reaching my hand over, I stopped, holding it just about his cock and asked, “May I?”
He nodded and then sighed slightly as I grabbed his cock through his pants. I squeezed it a couple of times and then began fiddling with his zipper. He quickly reached down, unzipped his zipper and eased his cock out. I heard a whirring motor sound and noticed he was moving his seat back so the steering wheel wouldn’t be in my way.
His cock was large and as I wrapped both hands around his shaft, one on top of the other, the head of his cock still stood out above my hands. I began stroking with both hands as I watched him lean his head back against the headrest and close his eyes. Soon his hips began to lift up as I stroked.
I then leaned my head over and opening my mouth wide I slid it over the head of his cock and began sucking. Switching to stroking with just one hand I began to move it quicker as my tongue circled the head of his cock, dipping into the tiny hole to taste his pre-cum and then circling around it again.
As he continued raising his hips, I began sucking the head of his cock as my hand slid quickly up and down his shaft. After a few moments he moaned loudly and reached down to hold my head. Holding it tight, he shoved his cock deep into my mouth, bumping the back of my throat, damn near gagging me. I was able to pull my head away enough not to gag, but then he suddenly came, spurting his hot cum into my mouth.
I swallowed several time, so when I pulled my head away, I didn’t spill a drop. I leaned my head back and rested it on the steering wheel as I continued stroking him. After a few moments I milked some more of his cum to the tip of his cock and I licked it off, letting it sit on my tongue as I enjoyed the bland, slightly salty taste of it. I then pulled my tongue back into my mouth and swallowed.
Sitting up I watched him work his cock back into his pants and zip up. He then looked at his watch and said, “Hmm, only fifteen minutes, I wonder what we can do with the rest of the waiting time?”
Watching his eyes move from my face, down my chest to focus on how my erection had made a tent in my pants I said, “I don’t know, but I have a feeling I’m going to like it.”
After I finished giving the taxi driver a blow job and he had cleaned himself up we saw there was still fifteen minutes on our thirty minute wait time. The way he looked at me and the way he looked at my erect cock I had a good idea what we might be able to do with those fifteen minutes. Before he could move, I opened the car door, stepped out and moved around to the front of the car.
I stood motionless watching as he got out and walked over to me. Unbuttoning my shirt, I opened it and watched as he moved up to me and began kissing and then biting my nipple. With his mouth on one nipple and his fingers on the other he kissed, sucked, bit and pinched my nipples over and over again while I slowly ground my cock, still trapped in my pants against his chest.
The sensation of him toying with my nipples ran down my body and tingled in my balls and yet he kept on. I began breathing harder and harder and I began to wonder if I might cum in my pants just rubbing against him when he released my nipples from his mouth and slowly began kissing down my stomach. I could feel the whiskers on his face scratching my stomach as I felt his hands unfasten my pants.
While he pulled my pants down, I kicked off my shoes and then stepped out of my pants and underwear so besides my socks I stood naked before him. He moved his face down through my pubic hair and I felt my cock back against his jaw. Nuzzling his face in my hair he reached up and gently squeezed my balls.
By then my cock was aching for him to touch it, but he held off, instead kissing my thighs and then sucking on my balls. I looked down and could see my cock twitching about, yearning to slide into his mouth. As he sucked my balls he reached up and began squeezing my ass, letting the side of his face only lightly touch my cock. I turned to him to push my cock against him, but he playfully turned away and then, grasping my ass he pulled me away some.
We kind of fought each other for a while as I tried to push my cock onto his face but his firm hold on my ass prevented it. Finally I stopped fighting, just let my twitching cock point out from me. As I stood motionless I could feel a finger lighting brushing over my ass hole but just as it started to push inside, I pulled away and then grabbed his head. Guiding it to my cock, I felt him ease up, letting me pull his head to my cock.
I then watched as he opened his mouth, moved it over my cock and then he suddenly began sucking it hard. I could feel one of his hands move to my ass again and squeeze while another hand began stroking my cock. I leaned back against the car, giving myself completely into the sensation.
He moved his hand from my ass and firmly grabbed my balls, squeezing just to the point where it began to hurt a bit, and then relaxing as he continued sucking and stroking me. As the pleasure began to build up in my cock, he’d squeeze my balls and the pain would distract me for a few moments and then the pleasure would return. He continued, drawing me to the edge, where I was one good suck from spurting my cum and then he would squeeze and the pain would draw me back.
We continued like this for several minutes until finally as he sucked and stroked my cock he released my balls completely and I felt a surge run through me. Pleasure flashed into my cock and balls and arching my back I came, spurting my cum into his mouth again and again. He stopped sucking and stroking and slowly drew his mouth back with my cock between his lips. Finally he moved his mouth off my shrinking cock, but continued holding it with one hand.
I watched him squeeze my cock and slide his hand up towards the head, forcing the last droplets of my cum to pool on the tip of my cock. He stuck out his tongue, lapped up the white fluid and swallowed. He then stood up, running his tongue through my pubic hair and then up the center of my stomach and then my chest. He then smiled at me and said, “Fifteen minutes are almost up.”
I grabbed my clothes, quickly pulled them on and got into the back seat of the cab. Looking at me in the mirror as he started his car he said, “Just in the nick of time.”
“I guess I was, I must admit, that was the best investment I could have made with those twelve dollars.”
“Yes, I don’t think I can remember a more enjoyable wait time,” he replied pulling the taxi back on the roadway heading to the terminal. We arrived about five minutes later and as he opened the trunk I watched the muscles in his arms flex as he put my luggage on the ground.
Feeling my cock begin to tingle again I said, “Thank you,” and handed him his fare, the twelve dollars for the wait time and a hefty tip.
Folding the money he handed me a business card and said, “Next time ask for me and we can work out a good deal on the wait time.”
I smiled, nodded and then headed toward the door into the terminal. As I headed toward a check in counter I tucked his card into my pocket.