Taxi Driver Takes A Chance

Vlad is a freelance photographer, struggling to make a living doing what he enjoys most, in the huge urban jungle of Moscow. He is not a native Muscovite, nor even a Russian. He is Ossetian, born and raised in the Caucasus area of southern Russia, but he came to Moscow as a very young man, in search of adventure and success.

Photography is his passion and he is good at it too. I met him a couple years ago when I was living in Moscow. I had posted a request on a gay site for a photographer to do a job I wanted done and Vlad got in touch with me. He did the job--very well, very professionally--and a friendship developed. At the time I met him, he was about 26 or 27 years old.

I lusted for Vlad from the first minute I saw him, but to my regret, nothing sexual ever transpired between us. He was in a quite new relationship when I met him, very much in love, and determined to be faithful to his lover Artyom, who is (in my opinion) a very immature, spoiled, self-centered, albeit cute, blonde and sexy young singer who sings in bars and nightclubs. Artyom, as it turned out, has a very pronounced jealous streak.

At the time I first met Vlad, his lover's bad side hadn't been exposed yet, and Vlad was happy happy happy. (To my consternation, of course!) Like I said, I lusted for him big time. He is a HUNK. He is only average height, but has a well-developed body which he works hard to keep in shape with regular workouts in the gym. He is dark haired, has smiling black eyes, a lovely olive complexion, and the cutest, sexiest, most irresistible smile I've ever seen. In short, he is an extremely handsome man, even beautiful, if you can use that word to describe someone as masculine as he is. And he just oozes sexiness from every pore.

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Vlad told me once about meeting the gay porn king, Kristen Bjorn, when he was working on one of his films in Moscow a few years ago. Vlad managed to get a job on the photography crew for the film and he had a perpetual hard-on the whole time he was working, watching and filming the hot action, close-up and live. He told me that once he actually came inside his jeans while he was filming, it was such a powerful turn-on.

Bjorn tried his best to persuade Vlad to perform in his video, but he never consented. He was horrified that his family would somehow find out about it. Vlad would have been a star for sure, as gorgeous and sexy as he is, and it makes my dick hard just imagining seeing him naked and in action on the screen. Damn! I wish Bjorn had been successful in talking him into it!

Anyway, on with the story. Vlad told me one time over a cup of coffee about what had happened to him just a night or two before, and I will try to relate his tale for you. From now on, I will be telling the story from Vlad's viewpoint.

I had been taking pictures for some late-night social function and was finally ready to head home in the wee hours of the morning. It was raining hard, really a miserable, chilly night in Moscow. The street lights cast only a faint little circle of light onto the wet pavement directly beneath them, barely managing to penetrate the surrounding darkness at all. My jeans and short denim jacket and snug t-shirt were soon nearly soaked as I stood at the curb in the pouring rain, trying to flag down a car. There was little traffic on that particular side street at that time of the night, and the few cars that passed didn't even slow down, but rather splashed muddy water on me from the myriad chuckholes in the pavement as they whizzed on by.

Finally, however, a car slowed and pulled over to the curb in front of me. In Moscow any car can be a taxi. When you need to get somewhere, you stand at the side of the street with your hand out, and if a passing driver is interested in taking up passengers he will stop. You state your destination and negotiate a fare, and if an agreement is reached you get in and away you go. The driver of this car was an army officer, a lieutenant, still in uniform, obviously trying to augment his paltry military salary.

He was a very good looking young man, maybe about 25 years old, blonde and slender. I slid into the front passenger seat of his car, letting out a huge sigh of relief, and thanking him for stopping. He could see that I was drenched, water streaming down out of my hair onto my face, and my sopping clothes clinging to my body. The buttons on my denim jacket were open, exposing the wet t-shirt beneath, which in turn clung like a second skin to my chest and belly. The thin, wet cotton t-shirt was all but invisible, revealing my chest hair and stiff, erect nipples and my navel and the hard ridges of my six-pack belly.

I noticed the driver checking me out with more than casual interest as I stretched as much as I could, getting comfortable and leaning back, hoping to catch a catnap during the half hour or more that our journey would take to my apartment block in another part of the huge, sprawling city. I would maybe have been tempted by him too, if I weren't so dead tired, and if it weren't for the fact that I had a lover waiting for me at home.

I groped my crotch opening, teasingly, while returning his gaze, squeezing and adjusting my cramped cock and balls inside the wet confines of my jeans, and in spite of myself, I felt my horny dick begin to stir to life a bit, swelling and stiffening. So I wiggled around trying to make room to accommodate its growth down inside one clinging wet trouser leg, and still in the process of doing so, fell asleep. I just couldn't hold out another minute against the impelling need for rest.

A short time later I woke up with a start, aware of a hot, wet mouth working on my raging erection. We were parked on the edge of some dark, deserted street, rain still pouring down outside and the windows of our car fogged over, making it impossible to see either in or out. Looking down, I could just barely see, in the dim light from a nearby streetlamp, the curly blonde head of the lieutenant-cum-taxi driver bobbing up and down in my lap, and oh God, his mouth felt good on my cock! Yeah! Did he ever know how to suck dick! All thoughts of my tiredness and of my cute young lover at home were wiped from my consciousness at that moment as I gave myself over to the enjoyment of this unexpected blow-job.

The driver had pulled my wet t-shirt up off of my belly and over my pecs, leaving it bunched up on my upper chest. He had unbuttoned my jeans and tugged the flies open as wide as they would go and pulled my briefs down, tucking them under my ball sack, leaving my cock and balls free for his enjoyment. One hand was alternately fondling my big, cum-filled balls and jacking the base of my huge, throbbing rod, while the other hand was rubbing and exploring my chest and belly and toying with my nipples.

He had pulled my foreskin down as far as it would go, leaving my cock head bare and exposed fully to his swirling, probing, teasing tongue and his hot sucking mouth. Oh shit! I hadn't felt such fantastic pleasure from a blow-job in a long time. He was an expert... I wondered fleetingly if maybe he got lots of practice working on his fellow soldier boys. Hell, if they knew how talented he was and how good it felt, they would all be lined up waiting their turn at every opportunity!

His legs were still under the steering wheel, of course, and his upper body was lying over sideways in my lap. I reached out with one hand and started rubbing my open palm round and round on his slender back, gradually working my way downwards toward his ass. I tugged his uniform shirt free from where it was tucked into his pants and rubbed as much of his bare skin as I could get at then, deriving much more pleasure from the feel of his hot, naked flesh.

Finally I pushed my hand down inside his trousers, fondling and exploring what I could reach of his hot ass. Damn! It felt good--those firm, smooth cheeks and that tight hot crack between them. I stretched even more and pushed my fingers down the length of his sweaty ass trench, groping for but not quite reaching his most private and secret spot, the hot, twitching, pulsating rosebud that I knew lay buried there in the bottom of that ravine. My cock-sucking driver obviously liked the attention I was giving his ass because he shifted a bit in the seat, changing his position just enough to give me freer access, and at the same time unfastened the waistband on his trousers and pulled open the zipper.

Ah, yeah! That was better! Now I could move my hand around freely over his lovely ass, rubbing and kneading those sweet cheeks and fingering that deep trench that seemed to draw my fingers back to it repeatedly. After teasing him awhile, with him lifting his ass up and pushing it back against my massaging hand hungrily, I finally gave in and went for broke, attacking his hot hole. As soon as I made contact with it, rubbing the tip of one finger back and forth across it, he sucked in his breath and then cried out, urging me to keep it up, to finger him good.

"I gotta fuck your hot ass, man," I hissed at him, finally. Enough of this foreplay! I was good and ready for the main event and time was a wastin'. I fingered his hole as much as I could, wetting my fingers with my own spit to lubricate them, and found to my amazement that he was already gaping and ready. My fingers slid in almost without resistance, first one, then two, and finally three. And believe me, my fingers are not little! He must be used to getting fucked, my lusty little lieutenant, and his ass wanted it bad. It literally sucked my fingers in, and throbbed and squeezed them hungrily. Damn! His channel was soft and smooth, like satin, and sizzingly hot to my touch.

"Move over here and sit on my big hot cock, you cock-sucker!" I commanded him, and he moved at once to obey. He pushed his already opened pants down to his ankles and then unbuttoned his shirt and ripped it off, leaving himself all but naked, as he moved over onto my lap, facing away from me with his hungry, hot, wide-open ass aiming at and poised to swallow my achingly hard, spit-covered cock standing straight up from my groin. I held my cock steady with one hand while guiding his descending ass with the other. Both of his hands were back behind him, spreading open the cheeks of his fantastic bubble butt, exposing that pulsating hole.

"Oh shit! Oh yeah," I groaned as my hot pole slid inside of that slick hot cavern. Without hesitation, he just kept lowering himself down, impaling himself deeper and deeper on my towering cock, until he finally hit bottom. Then he just settled down in my lap, and leaned back against me, my bare, sweaty belly and chest rubbing against his naked, sweaty back. I reached out with my mouth and latched onto the back of his neck, nuzzling and nibbling at it playfully, and started to buck up against him, driving my pile driver even deeper into the center of his being. God! It was as hot as a furnace in there! And it felt so-o-o-o-o good to me!

My 'bronco-riding' taxi-driver-lieutenant wasted no time in getting with the act. He sat up away from me, holding onto the dash in front of him with both hands and started bouncing up and down, up and down, in my lap, fucking himself on my big cock, pummeling his prostate with each downward plunge, moaning and groaning and hissing and crying out, and sweating like crazy, moisture running down his slender back in rivulets and splashing into my lap, causing his smooth, plump little buttocks to go squish squish squish against my wet belly and upper thighs each time he landed on them.

Oh man! I wanted this pleasure to never end! Wanting to pleasure him like he was pleasuring me, I reached around in front of him and found his steel-hard little cock, slender and ramrod-straight and sizzling like a red-hot poker, jutting out from his groin, the foreskin halfway retracted, drooling and dripping precum like a leaking faucet. I enclosed it in my hand and jacked him off in time with his plunging up and down on my cock.

With my other hand I explored the front of his naked, sweaty body, rubbing and caressing his tight belly and his hard, slender chest, and tweaking his erect little nipples. He was nearly hairless, I discovered. There was just a fuzzy little trail of hair snaking up from his pubic curls to his navel, where it petered out, leaving his torso smooth.

All too soon, we reached the peak and almost simultaneously we erupted, both crying out in the intensity of our orgasms. While I was blasting my white-hot cum as far up in his guts as my long cock could reach, he was spurting his lava all over his own chest and belly and my jacking hand. I rubbed it into his hot, sweat-slick skin, all over the front of his body, and then lifted one hand to his mouth for him to lick clean while doing the same myself with the other hand, enjoying a bit of the tangy, salty-sweet taste of his man juice.

As soon as we could manage to settle down and our heart rate and breathing slowed a bit, he lifted himself up off of my still nearly hard cock and then startled me by scooting up with his feet on the edge of the seat and bringing his still-gaping, newly-fucked asshole to my mouth. Hot damn! I knew what he wanted and I was quick to oblige, attacking that hot, inviting cavern with my mouth, fucking him hard and fast with my tongue for a bit and then sucking and slurping as much of my own hot load and his seeping juices as I could out of his ass.

That done, I smacked him loudly on both sweaty cheeks and nipped them both with my teeth for good measure. Then he slid back down onto my lap and started to pull his trousers back up his legs. While he was pulling on and fastening his pants again, I pulled him back tight against me and tongued one of his ears a couple times, sending shivers of pleasure through his body, then kissed him on the side of his face and thanked him for the wonderful time. While he put on his shirt, I straightened my own clothes and buttoned up my pants and then leaned back against the seat, letting out a long, contented, tired sigh.

Finally ready to go, he started his car and pulled out into the street. In another fifteen minutes we were pulling up to the entrance to my apartment building. I paid him, giving him a hefty tip for the extra services, gave him a quick kiss on the lips and then stepped out of his car, closing the door behind me. He pulled away from the curb and drove off into the rain and the dark of night and I trudged into my building and up two flights of stairs to the door of my flat. As I was fumbling to get the key in the lock, the door swung open in front of me and there stood Artyom to receive me, wondering why I was so late. His nose was twitching, I noticed, as I came close to pull him into my arms and give him a kiss. "You smell like sex!" he accused.

Feeling guilty and incredibly weary, I started to tell him what I had just done (or had done to me) on my way home, and all hell broke loose!

That was the beginning of the end, perhaps, between Vlad and Artyom. They `made up' and struggled on for awhile longer, but Artyom's jealousy was always rearing its ugly head, and the conflicts between them soon drove them apart. Artyom was loath to lose his gorgeous, sexy, sweet Vlad, of course, but neither could they live together in harmony.

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