Date: Sat, 17 May 2003 15:15:46 +0300
From: AS <sanansaattaja2003@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Taxi Driver Takes a Chance

The following story contains an explicit account of man-to-man sex, so if
that is offensive to you, or if it is not legal where you live, or at your
age, to read it, then please consider yourself duly warned.

This story is a product of the writer's imagination and the copyright
belongs exclusively to the author.

If you enjoy the story, please let me know! I would love to hear from you
and will answer all letters.

Allan sanansaattaja2003@yahoo.com


The Taxi Driver Takes a Chance

Vlad is a freelance photographer, struggling to make a living doing what he
enjoys most, in the huge urban jungle of Moscow. He is not a native
Muscovite, nor even a Russian. He is Ossetian, born and raised in the
Caucasus area of southern Russia, but he came to Moscow as a very young
man, in search of adventure and success. Photography is his passion and he
is good at it too. I met him a couple years ago when I was living in
Moscow. I had posted a request on a gay site for a photographer to do a job
I wanted done and Vlad got in touch with me. He did the job--very well,
very professionally--and a friendship developed. At the time I met him, he
was about 26 or 27 years old.

I lusted for Vlad from the first minute I saw him, but to my regret,
nothing sexual ever transpired between us. He was in a quite new
relationship when I met him, very much in love, and determined to be
faithful to his lover Artyom, who is (in my opinion) a very immature,
spoiled, self-centered, albeit cute, blonde and sexy young singer who sings
in bars and nightclubs. Artyom, as it turned out, has a very pronounced
jealous streak. At the time I first met Vlad, his lover's bad side hadn't
been exposed yet, and Vlad was happy happy happy. (To my consternation, of
course!) Like I said, I lusted for him big time. He is a HUNK. He is only
average height, but has a well-developed body which he works hard to keep
in shape with regular workouts in the gym. He is dark haired, has smiling
black eyes, a lovely olive complexion, and the cutest, sexiest, most
irresistible smile I've ever seen. In short, he is an extremely handsome
man, even beautiful, if you can use that word to describe someone as
masculine as he is. And he just oozes sexiness from every pore.

Vlad told me once about meeting the gay porn king, Kristen Bjorn, when he
was working on one of his films in Moscow a few years ago. Vlad managed to
get a job on the photography crew for the film and he had a perpetual
hard-on the whole time he was working, watching and filming the hot action,
close-up and live. He told me that once he actually came inside his jeans
while he was filming, it was such a powerful turn-on. Bjorn tried his best
to persuade Vlad to perform in his video, but he never consented. He was
horrified that his family would somehow find out about it. Vlad would have
been a star for sure, as gorgeous and sexy as he is, and it makes my dick
hard just imagining seeing him naked and in action on the screen. Damn! I
wish Bjorn had been successful in talking him into it!

Anyway, on with the story. Vlad told me one time over a cup of coffee about
what had happened to him just a night or two before, and I will try to
relate his tale for you.  From now on, I will be telling the story from
Vlad's viewpoint.

* * * * * * * * *

I had been taking pictures for some late-night social function and was
finally ready to head home in the wee hours of the morning. It was raining
hard, really a miserable, chilly night in Moscow. The street lights cast
only a faint little circle of light onto the wet pavement directly beneath
them, barely managing to penetrate the surrounding darkness at all. My
jeans and short denim jacket and snug t-shirt were soon nearly soaked as I
stood at the curb in the pouring rain, trying to flag down a car. There was
little traffic on that particular side street at that time of the night,
and the few cars that passed didn't even slow down, but rather splashed
muddy water on me from the myriad chuckholes in the pavement as they
whizzed on by.

Finally, however, a car slowed and pulled over to the curb in front of
me. In Moscow any car can be a taxi. When you need to get somewhere, you
stand at the side of the street with your hand out, and if a passing driver
is interested in taking up passengers he will stop. You state your
destination and negotiate a fare, and if an agreement is reached you get in
and away you go. The driver of this car was an army officer, a lieutenant,
still in uniform, obviously trying to augment his paltry military salary.
He was a very good looking young man, maybe about 25 years old, blonde and
slender. I slid into the front passenger seat of his car, letting out a
huge sigh of relief, and thanking him for stopping. He could see that I was
drenched, water streaming down out of my hair onto my face, and my sopping
clothes clinging to my body. The buttons on my denim jacket were open,
exposing the wet t-shirt beneath, which in turn clung like a second skin to
my chest and belly. The thin, wet cotton t-shirt was all but invisible,
revealing my chest hair and stiff, erect nipples and my navel and the hard
ridges of my six-pack belly.

I noticed the driver checking me out with more than casual interest as I
stretched as much as I could, getting comfortable and leaning back, hoping
to catch a catnap during the half hour or more that our journey would take
to my apartment block in another part of the huge, sprawling city. I would
maybe have been tempted by him too, if I weren't so dead tired, and if it
weren't for the fact that I had a lover waiting for me at home. I groped my
crotch opening, teasingly, while returning his gaze, squeezing and
adjusting my cramped cock and balls inside the wet confines of my jeans,
and in spite of myself, I felt my horny dick begin to stir to life a bit,
swelling and stiffening. So I wiggled around trying to make room to
accommodate its growth down inside one clinging wet trouser leg, and still
in the process of doing so, fell asleep. I just couldn't hold out another
minute against the impelling need for rest.

A short time later I woke up with a start, aware of a hot, wet mouth
working on my raging erection. We were parked on the edge of some dark,
deserted street, rain still pouring down outside and the windows of our car
fogged over, making it impossible to see either in or out. Looking down, I
could just barely see, in the dim light from a nearby streetlamp, the curly
blonde head of the lieutenant-cum-taxi driver bobbing up and down in my
lap, and oh God, his mouth felt good on my cock! Yeah! Did he ever know how
to suck dick! All thoughts of my tiredness and of my cute young lover at
home were wiped from my consciousness at that moment as I gave myself over
to the enjoyment of this unexpected blow-job.

The driver had pulled my wet t-shirt up off of my belly and over my pecs,
leaving it bunched up on my upper chest. He had unbuttoned my jeans and
tugged the flies open as wide as they would go and pulled my briefs down,
tucking them under my ball sack, leaving my cock and balls free for his
enjoyment. One hand was alternately fondling my big, cum-filled balls and
jacking the base of my huge, throbbing rod, while the other hand was
rubbing and exploring my chest and belly and toying with my nipples. He had
pulled my foreskin down as far as it would go, leaving my cock head bare
and exposed fully to his swirling, probing, teasing tongue and his hot
sucking mouth. Oh shit! I hadn't felt such fantastic pleasure from a
blow-job in a long time. He was an expert... I wondered fleetingly if maybe
he got lots of practice working on his fellow soldier boys. Hell, if they
knew how talented he was and how good it felt, they would all be lined up
waiting their turn at every opportunity!

His legs were still under the steering wheel, of course, and his upper body
was lying over sideways in my lap. I reached out with one hand and started
rubbing my open palm round and round on his slender back, gradually working
my way downwards toward his ass. I tugged his uniform shirt free from where
it was tucked into his pants and rubbed as much of his bare skin as I could
get at then, deriving much more pleasure from the feel of his hot, naked
flesh. Finally I pushed my hand down inside his trousers, fondling and
exploring what I could reach of his hot ass. Damn! It felt good--those
firm, smooth cheeks and that tight hot crack between them. I stretched even
more and pushed my fingers down the length of his sweaty ass trench,
groping for but not quite reaching his most private and secret spot, the
hot, twitching, pulsating rosebud that I knew lay buried there in the
bottom of that ravine. My cock-sucking driver obviously liked the attention
I was giving his ass because he shifted a bit in the seat, changing his
position just enough to give me freer access, and at the same time
unfastened the waistband on his trousers and pulled open the zipper. Ah,
yeah! That was better! Now I could move my hand around freely over his
lovely ass, rubbing and kneading those sweet cheeks and fingering that deep
trench that seemed to draw my fingers back to it repeatedly. After teasing
him awhile, with him lifting his ass up and pushing it back against my
massaging hand hungrily, I finally gave in and went for broke, attacking
his hot hole. As soon as I made contact with it, rubbing the tip of one
finger back and forth across it, he sucked in his breath and then cried
out, urging me to keep it up, to finger him good.

"I gotta fuck your hot ass, man," I hissed at him, finally. Enough of this
foreplay! I was good and ready for the main event and time was a wastin'. I
fingered his hole as much as I could, wetting my fingers with my own spit
to lubricate them, and found to my amazement that he was already gaping and
ready. My fingers slid in almost without resistance, first one, then two,
and finally three. And believe me, my fingers are not little! He must be
used to getting fucked, my lusty little lieutenant, and his ass wanted it
bad. It literally sucked my fingers in, and throbbed and squeezed them
hungrily. Damn! His channel was soft and smooth, like satin, and sizzlingly
hot to my touch.

"Move over here and sit on my big hot cock, you cock-sucker!" I commanded
him, and he moved at once to obey. He pushed his already opened pants down
to his ankles and then unbuttoned his shirt and ripped it off, leaving
himself all but naked, as he moved over onto my lap, facing away from me
with his hungry, hot, wide-open ass aiming at and poised to swallow my
achingly hard, spit-covered cock standing straight up from my groin. I held
my cock steady with one hand while guiding his descending ass with the
other. Both of his hands were back behind him, spreading open the cheeks of
his fantastic bubble butt, exposing that pulsating hole.

"Oh shit! Oh y-e-e-e-a-a-a-h," I groaned as my hot pole slid inside of that
slick hot cavern. Without hesitation, he just kept lowering himself down,
impaling himself deeper and deeper on my towering cock, until he finally
hit bottom. Then he just settled down in my lap, and leaned back against
me, my bare, sweaty belly and chest rubbing against his naked, sweaty
back. I reached out with my mouth and latched onto the back of his neck,
nuzzling and nibbling at it playfully, and started to buck up against him,
driving my pile driver even deeper into the center of his being. God! It
was as hot as a furnace in there! And it felt so-o-o-o-o good to me!

My `bronco-riding' taxi-driver-lieutenant wasted no time in getting with
the act. He sat up away from me, holding onto the dash in front of him with
both hands and started bouncing up and down, up and down, in my lap,
fucking himself on my big cock, pummeling his prostate with each downward
plunge, moaning and groaning and hissing and crying out, and sweating like
crazy, moisture running down his slender back in rivulets and splashing
into my lap, causing his smooth, plump little buttocks to go squish squish
squish against my wet belly and upper thighs each time he landed on
them. Oh man! I wanted this pleasure to never end! Wanting to pleasure him
like he was pleasuring me, I reached around in front of him and found his
steel-hard little cock, slender and ramrod-straight and sizzling like a
red-hot poker, jutting out from his groin, the foreskin halfway retracted,
drooling and dripping precum like a leaking faucet. I enclosed it in my
hand and jacked him off in time with his plunging up and down on my
cock. With my other hand I explored the front of his naked, sweaty body,
rubbing and caressing his tight belly and his hard, slender chest, and
tweaking his erect little nipples. He was nearly hairless, I discovered.
There was just a fuzzy little trail of hair snaking up from his pubic curls
to his navel, where it petered out, leaving his torso smooth.

All too soon, we reached the peak and almost simultaneously we erupted,
both crying out in the intensity of our orgasms. While I was blasting my
white-hot cum as far up in his guts as my long cock could reach, he was
spurting his lava all over his own chest and belly and my jacking hand. I
rubbed it into his hot, sweat-slick skin, all over the front of his body,
and then lifted one hand to his mouth for him to lick clean while doing the
same myself with the other hand, enjoying a bit of the tangy, salty-sweet
taste of his man juice.

As soon as we could manage to settle down and our heart rate and breathing
slowed a bit, he lifted himself up off of my still nearly hard cock and
then startled me by scooting up with his feet on the edge of the seat and
bringing his still-gaping, newly-fucked asshole to my mouth. Hot damn! I
knew what he wanted and I was quick to oblige, attacking that hot, inviting
cavern with my mouth, fucking him hard and fast with my tongue for a bit
and then sucking and slurping as much of my own hot load and his seeping
juices as I could out of his ass. That done, I smacked him loudly on both
sweaty cheeks and nipped them both with my teeth for good measure. Then he
slid back down onto my lap and started to pull his trousers back up his
legs. While he was pulling on and fastening his pants again, I pulled him
back tight against me and tongued one of his ears a couple times, sending
shivers of pleasure through his body, then kissed him on the side of his
face and thanked him for the wonderful time. While he put on his shirt, I
straightened my own clothes and buttoned up my pants and then leaned back
against the seat, letting out a long, contented, tired sigh.

Finally ready to go, he started his car and pulled out into the street. In
another fifteen minutes we were pulling up to the entrance to my apartment
building. I paid him, giving him a hefty tip for the extra services, gave
him a quick kiss on the lips and then stepped out of his car, closing the
door behind me. He pulled away from the curb and drove off into the rain
and the dark of night and I trudged into my building and up two flights of
stairs to the door of my flat. As I was fumbling to get the key in the
lock, the door swung open in front of me and there stood Artyom to receive
me, wondering why I was so late. His nose was twitching, I noticed, as I
came close to pull him into my arms and give him a kiss. "You smell like
sex!" he accused.

Feeling guilty and incredibly weary, I started to tell him what I had just
done (or had done to me) on my way home, and all hell broke loose!

* * * * * * * * *

That was the beginning of the end, perhaps, between Vlad and Artyom. They
`made up' and struggled on for awhile longer, but Artyom's jealousy was
always rearing its ugly head, and the conflicts between them soon drove
them apart. Artyom was loath to lose his gorgeous, sexy, sweet Vlad, of
course, but neither could they live together in harmony.