Gay Taxi Driver Novels & Stories

"Just... don't let them box us in. Please." The driver looked at the hundred-dollar bills in her hands and then at the black wall of steel cars pursuing them in his mirror. Greed won out. He slammed his foot on the gas, and the taxi's engine let out a high-pitched whine, the chassis vibrating as they pushed past eighty. "Hang on!" He didn't take the main bridge. Instead, he yanked the wheel toward a service ramp, a narrow, one-lane strip of concrete that looked like it hadn't been maintained in years.

the driver informs me as soon as he stops. "Okay!" I gathered my things, stuffed them into my giant bag, threw a note to the driver, and started getting out. "You can keep the change." "Oops! Thanks! But you didn't need to tip after the show I just watched," he says, smiling shamelessly at me. I stop adjusting the strap of my bag and stare at him, already outside the car. "You said you were gay!" I repeat accusingly. "And you're too innocent to believe what a stranger says," and he speeds away.

The driver was a man in his forties with a thick moustache that hid most of his lips. “Grayson Hospital.” He opened the back door, and I got in. My breath caught in my chest, and I tried my best not to gag. It had been a few years since I took a public vehicle. This taxi reeked of Tequila, and in the corner, just barely hidden under the chair, I saw a glass bottle. My heart skipped a beat, but before I could object, we were already cruising down the road. I held anything I could, my heart pounding in my chest.

I hate how bare I feel before him, I hate how easily he slips my defences whether I consent or not, but most of all, I hate that he must bear witness to this pathetic side of me. If he did not want me before, then he sure as hell wouldn’t want me now. This time a laugh finds me, only its hollowness rings as it reverberates in my being. ‘Want me’ Truly hilarious. Bright lights shine through the darkness surrounding the streets, it takes me a while to notice the yellow and black logo spelling ‘taxi’ on the car. “You going?” The driver asks loudly as if competing with his stereo rather than lowering its volume.

he said to the taxi driver The taxi driver, looked at his passenger carefully, from his passenger's accent and dressing he could tell he was rich. "Oga, you can't get a cab from Banana Island to VI na" the dishonest driver lied. The driver was headed to Alfred rewane road to get something, and when he saw a passenger he decided to try maybe the passenger would be heading his way and so he can get some extra cash, but then he found out that his passenger was not going his way and he was obviously a JJC, he decided to take his opportunity.

I voiced out, both of them whipped their head towards my direction at the same time, disgust evident in their features before scrunching up their face at the same time. “Eeww, that is disgusting, you make me wanna wretch my guts out, I don't even look like a gay, trust me Gabriel is a man whore, he sleeps with almost everything under a skirt, ow-.” Big Drive revealed while holding the back of his head that was badly swatted by Gabriel.

"I'm from Sangaria." After that, the convo just clicked. Turns out, the driver had moved to Austerra for his girlfriend. Back in Arlencia, he ran a tattoo shop, but taxes here were brutal and getting started again wasn't cheap. So, rideshares it was—for now. At a red light, he cracked open his wallet and showed Sasha a photo tucked in the inner pocket—him and his girl, cheeks smushed together, all smiles. His whole face lit up just saying her name.

Make use of your dick... *********************** Lisa pushed open the cab's door with force when it stopped by the bus station closest to her apartment complex. “Miss, easy!” The driver scolded and bashed her a hard glare when she scooted over to hand him his paycheck, without a flicker of remorse or apology. With a heavy hiss, the man snatched the money from her and cussed. “Bitch!” “Old fat, potbellied gigolo!” Lisa spat in anger. She had been seething since the moment she saw Kate.

Gustav’s muffled yell came closer as he paced his feet closer to the four-wheeled vehicle. The driver understood the situation immediately, and he began to drive away from the restaurant. Inside the taxi, Vanya tried to look back and found out Gustav was giving up, bowing down on the sidewalk and panting. Yet, his piercing eyes were still fixed on the yellow taxi that took Vanya away. A relieved sigh escaped Vanya’s lips upon knowing Gustav decided to stop chasing her. She turned back to the driver who soon asked, “I wonder why he chase you like that. I hope you’re not a thief or a pickpocket.”

Inside, everything was muted, softened, as if the city had been wrapped in silk cloth and told us to behave. Elky sat beside me in the back seat. The driver was in front, a local low-key gangster Nicos had arranged for us last minute. That usually meant the guy was either reliable or disposable. We could do with some steady driving that night: the guy drove like he knew the streets too personally and thought the police was just a rumor. Her was in his late forties, with a face that had learned to stay neutral early in life and never forgot the lesson. He had olive skin, pleasant aftershave, and a jaw that had taken a few punches in its time. His eyes were almost black and steady, the kind th