Gay Taxi Driver Novels & Stories

I turn around to meet his chest, and naughtily grabs his balls, "They're soft too." He groans when I cup them, "Don't do it. I still want kids." I ignore his warning and let them roll on my palm, just playing with them like they're two big marbles, "Gay dads are so hot." "Yeah?" "The whole thing about being masculine and sexy but you can't get your hands on them, or the fact they'll never be interested in you, makes them soooo much hotter." Then I realise he's semi-hard, again. But this time I'm not wearing make up, or have my hair curled, not even putting on the corset or fuck-me heels so what gives?

Yax opened the door and helped him up, teasing, "Dude, do you know what you look like now? You're trying to chase after your wife at the cost of your life. "Ah, I'm sorry. Your ex-wife. This is the first time I've seen you being so impulsive." Bryce didn't say a word as he made himself comfortable. The driver immediately started the engine. Bryce ordered, "Be quick about it. The faster, the better." "Yes, Mr. Gabelman." Yax reminded the driver, "Don't drive too fast. Mr. Gabelman here is severely injured." Bryce interjected coldly, "Listen to me!"

a taxi driver asked her. "Yes, I am," she replied, getting into the car. "Where to?" the taxi driver asked. "Take me to my home on Airbnb," she said casually. "Alright. Is this your first time in Canada?" he asked, and she slightly nodded. "Oh, you would love it here. The weather is quite chilly," he remarked. "I've been a taxi driver since I was 25, and now I'm 43 with 3 kids. People don't always respect jobs like this, but while it may not seem glamorous, it provides a way to make a living and support yourself and your family, you know," he said with a smile as he looked at her through the mirror.

The driver then rolled down the window and said,"Miss Yvette, please get in the car." Yvette turned a deaf ear to him. "Miss Yvette, it's hard to hail a taxi here." Yvette continued to move forward as if she had not heard the driver's words. "Just let her be. Let's go." The driver hesitated, "But..." Faye roared, "Start driving."

The door creaked open, and I barreled inside, colliding with my stepdad, Bernardo, who stood there with a puzzled expression. “What the hell is—” His question was cut off by the driver’s voice yelling, “After escaping with my—” Bernardo didn’t let him get closer. He swore under his breath, “Fuck!” and slammed the door shut, locking it securely. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. Bernardo glared at me, his frustration palpable. “There are millions of taxi drivers in New York City. Did you have to pick the one we ran away with his money?”

"What other driver will pick you up from the ghetto, over to a law firm owned by one of the richest men in the world? I could be arrested along that axis, so if you want to go, I suggest you pay the f*e. You look like you are in a hurry; you should know the next taxi will only come in the next thirty minutes." With a reluctant nod, I open the door of the yellow taxi and hop in, making sure to sit close to the door, so I can easily yank on it if he tries something funny. The pepper spray in my bag is the only thing on my mind as a line of defence. "You're clutching that handle like I am going to suddenly jump at you." He says with a chuckle, "Relax, I am only a taxi driver." I say nothing to

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was empty. She got in quickly, giving her home address while rifling through her bag for her wallet. “It’s late. Just getting home now?” the driver asked. Xanthe froze, eyes wide. She looked at him. “I-Isis?” Isis smiled. “Evening, boss.” Blinking, she stammered, “Y-you… a taxi driver too?” “Yep.” He eased the taxi forward. “I need money, so I work hard. Taxi driver, DJ, waiter, gardener… I even carry luggage at a friend’s port. Honestly, it’s kind of fun.”

"Are these the guys you need to avoid?" Jayden nodded nervously. Ben looked at Dominic who nodded at Hector. Hector whistled loudly and the four men turned to face the street as the black convertible GTO cruised around the circle to pull up to the sidewalk. Four young men stared back at them from the car. The driver grinned at Jayden and Ben caught the gleam of gold caps over most of his teeth. There was a lot of gold jewellery on display. "JD, cum yah," the driver called out.

He looks in the direction and saw a figure that looked like the demon that lived in his house now. He walked slowly towards the taxi and confirmed it was Ariana. With an amused smile, he watched as the driver tried to hit Ariana who held his hand and twisted it. "Just you wait you piece of cunt, imma call the cops" The driver said as he brought out his phone. Austin then decided it was now he stepped in. "Here's your money" Austin said holding a hundred dollar bill, the driver collected it and muttered a few curses at Ariana then entered his taxi and drove off roughly.

I hadn’t told him I was gay, but since he was the one in need of money, I felt safe. It was a Friday night, so time wasn’t an issue. When we arrived, he went to shower while I looked through some photos on his shelf. A short while later, he stepped out wearing only a towel. At 6'3" with a powerful, solid chest covered in thick dark hair and strong shoulders, this taxi driver was incredibly attractive. “It’s not even hard yet,” he said casually, dropping the towel. Even soft, his cock was massive with a large, flared mushroom head.