Taxi Ride
                        European Traveler

This past week I just got a little tired of my own cooking and
decided to take a walk down Wisconsin Ave and see if any of the
restaurants there offered anything I would like to have for dinner. 
I strolled by a couple of restaurants that I had eaten at in the
past and they were all right, but tonight I just wasn't interested. 
I was only slightly hungry and nothing seemed to appeal to me.  
          
As I continued, I came up to a cross street and had to wait for the
traffic light to change.  Standing there, a cab pulled up next to
me.  Since I'm always looking around, keeping alert to my
environment or surrounding personal space, I just made a mental
note that the driver kept looking at me.  I couldn't figure out
why, since I had made no attempt to flag a cab.  One can't be too
careful in DC.  I'm not too concerned about the situation here, but
I do like to keep alert and not act like I'm in a cloud and
susceptible to potential problems.  
          
Continuing to walk down Wisconsin, for a couple more blocks, I
thought I noticed that this particular cab had passed me a couple
of time.  I kept a mental note of his license plate and sure enough
the fourth time he passed me, it was the same cab.  When I finally
got into a more heavily pedestrian area, I just hailed the cab
over. 
          
He pulled over, and I opened up the front door.  His comment was,
"evening, need a ride."   I was finally able to get a full and
closer view of this cab driver, damn, he was a rather attractive
fiftish black man.  From my view point he was nice, hunky and
solid, although one can't tell when a person is sitting down.  He
certainly wasn't one of those skinny young yuppies.  My response
was, "no, but I curious just why you are following me?"  His reply
was, "well I was just cruising the avenue and looking for potential
customers and since you seem to be walking for a long distance, I
thought maybe you'd need a lift."  I told him that I didn't need a
lift and was enjoying a walk and looking for a restaurant to catch
a bite to eat.  
          
He commented that in a couple of minutes he'd have to head for a
Mickey Dee's for a quick snack.  I told him, that he probably
shouldn't be eating so much of that type of food.  He told me, that
when he has to eat by himself, he just heads for one of those quick 
places, eats and runs, not the best, but he said that he hated to
eat alone in a decent restaurant.  I told him that I was looking
for a change of pace in restaurants, but hadn't made up my mind
what I wanted to eat.  If he had any good suggestions I would
appreciate it.  I was trying to prolong the conversation, because
he was just pleasant to the eyes.  
          
He commented that there was a new restaurant in the area and he had
wanted to try it, but didn't have anyone that wanted to go with
him.  I asked him the type of food, and he said he thought that
they did have some ribs, if I liked ribs.  I said sure and that
maybe I'll try that, if he could give me some directions.         
   
He said, "hop in, and I'll give you a lift."  My heart was starting
to pound, maybe I had been looking at him too intently, as my eyes
devoured his body.  Even though the weather was cold, he had the
sleeves on his shirt rolled up, and it was unbuttoned enough to
expose a lightly hairy chest that looked like they covered a
wonderful set of pecs.  His arms were the size of a weight lifter
and his hands were immense.  He had a nose that flared out every
time he breathed, with lips that puckered upwards, not big, but
nice an juicy.  He was partial bald, but had a most sexy mustache. 
The thighs that were pulling at the threads were the size of piano
legs.  Just a solid hunk of manhood.  I declined, but he insisted
that the ride would be on him.  I finally agreed and got into the
cab.  
          
On the way to the restaurant, we made some like chatter and a
couple of times I thought that there were some innuendoes about a
couple of fellows that were walking down the street.  Nice
comments, but I decided to ignore them, my heart was already
beating too fast.  The more I talked to him, the hotter I was
getting and I wasn't paying any attention to my closest friend in
my pants.  I had jockey underwear and my cock was starting to feel
it's oats by leaving a little precum spot.  When we got to the
restaurant, I told him thanks and that I should pay him.  He looked
me up and down and said that I'd probably should cover up a little
bit, it seems you've gotten a little wet.  I gave him a sheepish
grin and said something stupid, "oh, I was just thinking about
something and it came up."  
          
He gave me that knowing grin and a cute wink, which encouraged me
to ask him if he would like to join me.  He said sure, business was
slow and he was getting ready to call it quits for the evening.  So
we headed for the restaurant with me trying  nonchalantly to carry
a newspaper in front of me.  It worked, and we were seated in a
quiet corner booth.  The waitress brought us our menus, but I asked
decided to let Mark (the cab driver) make a suggestion.  Since it
was a rib place, he just suggested we try that.  The waitress took
our orders and returned with the drinks, but in the mean time Mark,
with a smug look on his face, asked me what came up that got me a
little wet.  
          
I returned his comment with a grin and said, "if you have to asked
you don't need to know."  "Ah, Ah, so now we are going to play a
little cat and mouse," and with a bigger grin he continued, "what
the hell do you think I kept driving by you for?  My health?  Damn,
I saw something edible and decided to eat it, so there, the cards
are on the table!"  With that said, I continued by saying, "well I
was suspicious about someone driving by so much, but then when I
got in your cab, that old drive of seeing a hunky mature man got my
old friend going again, and he was just wondering what it would be
like to have a pair of nice lips planted around his head!  Does
that get the cards completely on the table?"  With that, Mark could
only say, "sure does, now do you want to do something about it?"  
          
I told him that I would not have invited him to have dinner with me
if I didn't have some kind of plan, and that maybe we could discuss
it over the ribs.  

It didn't take too long for the ribs to show up and the both of us
started eating.  Of course anyone who has eaten ribs knows they are
kind of messy.  Mark cut the ribs apart and put one in his mouth
and started chewing on it.  After he had chewed most of the meat
off, he kept the bone in his mouth  and tried to talk.  "Before
this evening is over with, I hope I get to chew on another bone!" 
I said, "you sure will, with a grin, you have a whole plate full of
them and when you through with those, I got some meat between my
legs that will need a little sucking to get the juice out; after
I've chewed on your black bone for awhile. I just wonder if sucking
on your dark meat is going to be as delicious as chewing on this
rib.  If I get that black cock of yours in my mouth, it's going to
be sucked upon, I want to feel the head of that cock deep in my
throat." 
     
"Yeh, you're going to suck it alright, and I hope your cock is
ready for my hot lips to be working the head until that cock wants
to unload it's cum."  
     
We continued talking, first of what we'd like to do to each other,
then back to normal conversation, but it never took long for me to
get side tracked and talk about sucking on that ebony cock of his. 
I wanted to feel those balls resting against my chin, I wanted to
bury my nose in his black pubic hair, I wanted to 69 with this
black adonis with my nose smelling his masculine balls.  We quickly
finished and headed for the cab.  Once there, he said; "your place
or mine."  My response was, "which is closer."  We ended up at my
place.  
          
We didn't waste time on formalities, and headed directly for the
bedroom.   Feeling his cock through those pants, it  was large and
hard.  I wanted it.
     
I grabbed Mark's belt buckle and started to tug at it. Next I
unsnapped his jeans.  We looked at each other, his eyes still in
the shadow of his strong, masculine dark face, his bushy eyebrows
hanging out from his face.  I smiled at him as I put my hand inside
his jeans.  He was wearing white cotton briefs.  I cupped my hand
around the bulge in those briefs, moving it very slowly up and
down.  I stroked him through his shorts.  With my other hand I
pulled down his zipper, then using both hands I pushed the jeans
down around his knees.  Now the glory of Mark in his underwear was
bulging against the white fabric.  His legs were slightly hairy as
I had imagined.  I wanted to please him.  His hardness was drawing
me.  I slid down on the couch as I put my hands on his powerful
hips and slid further down.  Now his underwear, with it's load of
promise, was right in my face.  My hands moved over onto the cheeks
of his ass as I pulled him towards me.  His crotch was right in my
face.  I started to nibble on him through his underwear.
     
He was already hard, but he seemed to get harder and longer as my
lips, curled over my teeth, ran up and down along him.  I wanted
him so very badly, Mark had gotten me mighty hot.  I stopped at the
head of his cock and started to suck air through the cotton of his
briefs, drawing in the scent of him through my nostrils. He smelled
horny and male.  I started working my jaws on him. He was moaning
by now.  I wanted more.

I put a hand on each side of the elastic of his pure white briefs. 
With my thumbs I pulled out and forward so his erection would clear
the band, then quickly down around his knees, pushing his jeans
even further away.  His beautiful cock bounced down in front of my
face.  I put the tip of my tongue on that vein on the bottom of his
glans.  Up and down, back and forth, flicking just the tip of my
tongue on him, teasing, getting him hotter.  Mark started to moan
louder and faster.  I decided he was ready and I took just the head
of his cock into my mouth.  I stopped  moving completely and began
to suck him.  My cheeks pulled in against my teeth.  Then I
released the suction, sucked again, released, faster harder. Mark
was going crazy now, the muscles in his powerful thighs were
trembling.  I started to pull him towards me as I took all of him
into my mouth.  Finally Mark was resting my nose against his pubic
hair.

He had his hands around my head and I could barely move my head, so
I put my hands on each side of his butt and started moving them
towards me. Shoving that black phallus deeper into my throat.  He
started moving, sliding in and out of my mouth, pressing his torso
against my face, then back again, back and forth.  He started going
faster.  His pubic hair was getting wet with my saliva now, it
began matting up against his skin, swirls of shiny black in the dim
light.  Faster still, harder, more intense.  He was hitting the
back of my throat each time.  I did not want him to have an orgasm
yet, but I couldn't stop him or myself.  He exploded and I felt the
tremendous throbbing of his cock deep into my throat.  It felt so
wonderful.  He collapsed  on the bed and said, "give me a couple of
minutes, jeez, you must have been hot to suck that cock of mine,
you were good."  
          
"Thanks, I try my best, but when a cock is as nicely shaped as
yours and just the right size for sucking, I just can't resist. 
After you've rested a little bit, I'm going to try something you've
probably not had done for some time.  So just relax."  

We talked for a short while about inane things, politics, the city,
and other nonsense.  Mark was getting very relaxed and that black
thick muscle of his was resting nicely on his thigh. I was still
hot but resisted hopping down on the cock again.  For the next
couple of minutes my eyes traveled up and down his body.  Looking
at his pectoral muscles, you could tell that he did do some working
out, or he just had a nicely developed chest.  There is a wonderful
patch of hair covering his chest and tapered downward to his navel,
then started up again going down to his groin.  Just the right
amount of hair to excite me.  Mark had one hot fucking body. Thick
muscular arms that had beautiful veining, thighs that were thick,
yet not fat, the kind you just love to have wrapped around your
head.  I laid there just drooling over his bod, and keeping an eye
on that flaccid black rod resting on a pair of massive nuts.  I
wanted to roll those black marbles around in my hand, but I knew if
I did, it'd get Mark excited again and I wanted to wait.  
          
After about 10 minutes he was completely relaxed, when all of a
sudden I quickly picked up his soft cock and sucked it into my
mouth, my cheeks quickly pulling in and massages the sides of his
cock.  He lets out a loud groan, "oh, gawd, suck it, damn, take
that cock all the way."  He grabbed the back of my head hard and
rammed that soften fuck tool deep into my throat.  It was still
soft and I started to massage it with my tongue, sucking on it like
a monster lollipop.  My hands grabbed the cheeks of his ass and I
pulled with all my might, I was in heaven, burrowing my nose in his
soft curly hair, smelling the musky order of a hot man that was
fucking my face.  He was impelling that cock into my throat, but it
hadn't had time to get hard, the sensation was driving him crazy. 
Then suddenly he stopped.  "Oh, no you don't, you're not going to
take the pleasure of me sucking your cock away from me again.  Turn
around, I want to suck that cock of yours, just the way you did
mind."  

Eventually, we got in the 69 position and with our sizes about the
same, I was able to get his drooling cock into my mouth.  Both of
us dove down on those phallus with a vengeance, sucking hard with
our cheeks and working our tongues around the head.  Our noses were
buried into nut sacks, smelling the musky odor of a man that wants
to give his all.  Our hands were pulling and playing with those ass
cheeks.  He was massaging my cheeks and slowly working his fingers
into my ass,  By now he had two fingers in there and was massaging
my prostate,  I couldn't hold back, I shove my cock deep into his
throat, my nuts tighten up into a little sack and then the
explosion.  My throbbing cock expanded and sent a flood tide of
juice town his throat.  He couldn't get enough of it.  I wrapped my
legs around his head hard and fucked his mouth.  That sent him over
the edge again.  He wrapped his legs around my head and raped my
throat.  What a delicious feeling, knowing I was satisfying this
animal.  Finally the tension was gone and we both rolled back. I
turn around and placed my arm over his handsome chest and said,
"that was good, let's rest a bit, so we can do it again."