Gay Taxi Driver Novels & Stories

I stepped out and exhaled in the chilly night air. “You’re sure you don’t want me to come with you?” The woman asked. “You look like you’re new to these parts. I could show you around, give you a ride…” I smiled at her again. “Thanks, but I’m gay.” “Never stopped anyone before.” I paid the driver and stepped away as the cab drove off. It was a dingy motel, but it would more than serve for the night. The receptionist was sleeping when I walked in, her hair falling around her unceremoniously. I rang the bell twice, but she wouldn’t wake. I cleared my throat and poked her.

Silently, I pull out my wallet and hand the man a couple of bills. “Sir, this is too much!” The driver tries to protest as I climb out of the taxi. “Like I said earlier,” I say lazily, grinning at the driver. “Keep this ride off the record, and I will give you a nice payday.” The driver’s eyes widen, his gaze returning to the handful of bills I had handed him. I knew there must have been a couple of hundreds, maybe even a grand, in his hands, but the man earned it. Not once did his ticket meter get turned on. Not once did he make a note of where he was driving to. As long as he kept his mouth shut, nothing would happen to him.

Xyla said then Callie replied "I get that but where you able to recognize the guys who did this to you?" Calliope asked then Xyla seemed clueless cause she genuinely couldn't identify the perpetrators of this vile act so she said “I don't know for real but something inside me tells me that i might be familiar with that cab driver, it's almost like i know him, even from his stench" “Damn! It's going to be hard finding the culprits" Calliope said then her friend replied

It's a black Hyundai, I’ll smoothly blend in with the seventy percent of New Yorkers who are either obsessed with the car, or it's the most economical. “Good. You can proceed further.” “Thank you, sir.” He tells the driver the command and relaxes back in his seat. Ever since I threatened to cut his salary for his inadequacies, I have seen him working tooth and nail. Poor boy. The car is as described. “You know what to do.” I look from the driver to the security car parked behind me. “Yes, boss.” Jax gets the silent message. He dismisses the driver and the others, leaving us in the silent garage. I change into something simple, a face mask as camouflage, sunglasses, and a little touch-up.

"Get out. They are gangsters. Do you want to die? I don't want to risk my neck." Zayn was angry. He directly took out his wallet and threw it at the driver. "My wallet and ID card are here. Get out. I will drive and chase them. I have called the police. They will come later. I can't lose my friend!" The driver's eyes flashed. He flipped open the wallet and took a look. After hesitating for two seconds, he agreed. As soon as the driver got out of the car, Zayn bent over and moved from the passenger side into the driver's seat. He started the car and left in a hurry.

The driver had a bit of a glimmer in his eye as he spoke, as if he had always wanted to be in this sort of a situation. He hit the gas and changed lanes quickly before darting over into the turning lane and hanging a left on a yellow light. The sedan must’ve run a red because it followed. “They’re definitely following us. Damn,” Rome muttered. “How do they know where we are?” “They did a lot of asking at the hotel,” the driver said with a shrug. “Maybe someone said more than they should’ve.” “You said my guy paid more,” Rome reminded him. “Paid me more. By the way, I’m Octavius, but my friends call me Gus.”

Her reverie was interrupted by Xander's rough, dangerous-sounding scream. Angel hurriedly got into the taxi and sat next to him, who was turning his face towards the window gloomily. "What took you so long? Are you happy that bastard kissed you?” “H-how did you know?” "You think I'm blind?" Xander's sudden scream shocked Angel and the taxi driver who had just driven his car out of the airport area. The taxi driver was a middle-aged Frenchman who spoke no English. Occasionally he would glance in the rearview mirror to see what was happening to his passenger.

"Common it's nothing, and I'm a nobody, I'm just a cab driver in Atlanta." "How about we fly to Atlanta tomorrow, I would love to meet your wife and kids." "We can be friends with them, right Daddy?" Aliyah asked, smiling. "Yes, my daughter's wants to be friends with them, that's if you don't mind." "I'm sorry Mr Xavier, I have no family left, I'm just a cab driver waiting for his time to depart from this wicked world." 'Wicked world? What is he talking about?' Xavier thought. "I'm sorry about that, I shouldn't have asked questions. I have an offer for you, why don't you come work for me? You can be my personal driver."

The moment I got out I wasted no time stopping a taxi. “Debby please wait!” came her voice calling out to me but she was too late. I was already seated in the taxi. The taxi driver was a young, handsome man of Africa American descent, well-built. He is the type that likes flirting with their customers but I don’t have much time. He kept talking and teasing me. But when he noticed that I was not responding but rather wearing a long face, he stopped and focused on the road. “Good for you,” I muttered, not loud enough for him to hear.

The driver was a stocky man in his late forties with greasy black hair combed back from a receding hairline. A thin, jagged scar ran from the corner of his left eye down to his jaw. His eyes were small and calculating, constantly shifting as he leaned over and pushed the passenger door open. “Where to?” he asked, his voice gravelly. “Maple Street Apartments,” I said, sliding into the back seat. “Near the old bridge.” He nodded once and pulled away from the curb. I settled against the worn leather, my bag resting on my lap. The inside of the taxi smelled like old cigarettes and cheap air freshener. I pulled out my phone to check the time again when it vibrated.