Gay Taxi Driver Novels & Stories

It made our campus feel a bit safer to walk at this hour. Ten minutes later, my ride came. I walked towards the car and got inside. To my surprise, I knew the driver. He was a hot guy I had seen a few times at a local gay bar. There was a girl in the passenger seat, so I got on the back. The guy was really hot, and the girl was fairly pretty as well trying to flirt with him. He nodded trying to be polite, though she had no clue he was gay as well Though I preferred men over women.

Agatha placed her bag and phone in her lap as she took a seat at the back, then replied the place dictated to her a while ago. "Greenpark Village please, Phase 3, Block 14." "Haha, no problem," laughed the seemingly good-natured old, skinny, bald taxi driver wearing a white polo. He drove the cab along the busy street. They got caught in heavy traffic a few hundred meters from the gate of her school, the reason being the funeral procession crossing the intersection ahead. A few minutes later, it seemed the driver became bored with watching the multicolored sea of cars and black wearing people. He began speaking to his sole passenger. "Do you live there, Miss?"

Now, all she had to do was get home; however, she was wrong. The taxi she had taken was no ordinary one, for the one who was posing as a driver was actually a killer. It was by complete accident that she had noticed the dagger in the poorly closed glovebox. It was then that she observed his hands and saw callouses too rough to belong to a driver. Those were hands born from years of training, and the small scar on his lower neck made Kylie even more anxious. Then, she saw a photograph of the man and people she assumed were his wife and daughter. Just when she thought she had been overthinking things because of the kind of day she had had, Red said this.

my cock. He was loving it. I was loving it. I flipped him over and pushed his legs back to his head. I was going to give him a prostate massage, I flipped him up, put a pillow under his back and slowly pushed in, feeling around. I saw his face light up and kept short strokes up until he started moaning louder. I kept rubbing his prostate with my cock head until he screamed "What the fuck is going on? This feels so fucking good!!" I smiled back and said "You're gonna cum on my cock, aren't you?" He looked at me and said "I dont know, this feels so much different." I stroked his hole a little bit faster, looked him in the eyes and said "Cum for me." He moaned for a few seconds looked back and

Sending chills over her entire body, covering it with goosebumps. Tyler made a phone call when they were out of the elevator. "I need you to come back here," he barked at the driver. "Sir, I am stuck in a traffic jam," the driver answered. "Then call a cab for me," Tyler had never used a cab in his entire life so he had no idea how to get a cab. "Mr. Zimmerman, my driver is already here. If you're in a hurry, I can drop you off," Gwyneth said.

Karina said as she tried to sit up straight. "Hey seriously, girl! You are telling me that can't you pay for this trip?" asked the taxi driver in his unique accent. "Sorry, sir," Karina said again. “Damn! Just get off here! Just get off my taxi!" said the taxi driver slightly annoyed. "Uh, sir. I can’t get off here. It is too scary!" Karina protested. "Get off!" exclaimed the taxi driver. He then got out of the taxi and opened the door for Karina and pulled her out.

The driver turned pale and shakily informed Xavier, "Mr. Lane, our car has been towed…" Xavier's face darkened. The driver had already prepared himself to be fired. To his surprise, Xavier mentioned, "We'll take a cab back." "Oh?" The driver was stunned. "Don't you know how to hail a cab?" Xavier asked him in return. Xavier himself didn't know how to hail a cab. He had only heard Yvette talk about it and had never actually taken a cab, so he decided to give it a try. "Yes, sir! I'll get a cab right away," the driver replied. He was relieved that Xavier was now considerate of others.

He turned his torso to face her pursing his lips in annoyance, “hot driver?” “Cruz look at him,” she whispered mockingly to the man on the other side of the glass partition. “Your security team found me a guy bigger than you! It’s my type.” “You’re not his. He likes men.” “No way.” “You think jacked up guys can’t be gay?” “Yes, they can but not him. He looked at my ass.” “When?” “When I was getting into the car. I saw him checking me out.” He shook his head and frowned, “you’re trying to get me going.”

lol I turned to the front of the jeep. I was surprised because all the passengers were looking at me. They seem to be in awe of me. I'm just serious. "Pay it!" I got what I paid for. "Where is this?" asked the driver. er. Where exactly? I didn't see a sign earlier. I slapped a gay passenger. "Beautiful sister, where is this jeep going?" "Muñoz, teh!" replied the homosexual who was obviously happy that I called him Sister and Beautiful.

She looks like a CIA agent from one of those horrible American series but she still looked good doing it. “Sir.” My driver, Roberto came out and stood at attention as he saw that Gina and I were setting out on our way to do something. He probably thinks I want him to drive us. No, he is not going to. Gina and I enjoy doing horrible things to the poor guy like having him drive us to a spot and then having sex in the car with him in it and he can’t do shit to show he is uncomfortable or I beat the living shit out of his sorry ass but he won’t be driving us today because he is a chicken shit who gossips a lot and not because I don’t want him to see us have sex again. In fact, I like seeing him