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When I was 16 I was getting hornier and hornier by the minute. I was starting to think that meeting people online was boring; I got more turned on by the spontaneity of the situation. I would fantasize about meeting guys in the bathroom or in the park and playing with their dicks and sucking them off. Sometimes I would go to the bathroom in Central Park and hope something would happen but it never did...
Then one day, I was with my friends from out of town (who had no idea about what I did) who wanted to go to the Village and buy fake ID's. So after we got the ID's we had to split up, as they were going back to Connecticut and I was going back home. I said by and quickly found a cab and jumped in. r "Are those your boyfriends?" The cab driver asked in a thick accent. He was a dark Middle Eastern guy; I'm not sure which race but he didn't wear a turban or anything. He had a pretty big gut and scruff along his face and neck; he was about 40. I figured that he was asking me this because we were in the Village, which is like the gay center of the world, and because I had been with two guys.
"N--no." I stuttered nervously, curious as to why he would ask me that. "They're just friends."
"Oh ok," he responded, then was silent. After a few minutes he spoke up again, "So do you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend? You are very good looking you know."
I got hard instantly. I wasn't really attracted to this guy at all; again, it was the spontaneity of the whole thing that really got me going. I was still nervous, but I decided I could play his game. "Thanks...No, I'm single. I like to play the field."
"Ohh so you like to fuck. Who do you fuck, boys or girls?"
"I like both," I said, half-lying. "What about you?"
"Yes I like both to do." His English was confusing. "You fuck brother or sister? Or mother? "
"Um no.." I was pretty thrown off by this question. Who the fuck was this guy? "D--do you?"
"Yes I fuck my mother sometimes. Very good. And I play with other guy."
"Are you married?" I asked.
"Yes. Two kids."
"I guess you don't fuck your wife very much then."
"Haha. Sometime."
It got a little quiet then, but my boner was raging inside my jeans and something had to be done about it.
"Man you got me so hard."
"Yes. I hard too." He looked into the rearview mirror for a second before continuing. "Want to come to front?"
This offer was impossible to turn down. I was only 16 and here was some old Arab dude wanting to play with me and this should have been the scariest thing ever, but I was loving it. He pulled over for a second and I quickly jumped out of the backseat and into shotgun. He immediately reached over and started grabbing at my pants, groping my dick. I rushed to accommodate his hand and unbuttoned my pants before sliding them down to my ankles. My hard dick (which was probably around 6.5" by then) popped up right through the hole in my boxers, and he quickly began to work his hand up and down my shaft. It felt incredible.
I then reached my hand over to his pants and unbuttoned them before reaching and pulling out his rock hard arab cock. It was much thicker than mine, though not noticeably any longer.
"Damn, how big is that thing?" I was always infatuated with numbers. I had to know.
"8 inch" he lied. "You?"
"7 inch."
"Very nice. You cum now?" I wasn't ready to cum yet, but we were getting closer to my house and I didn't want to let this guy down. So I spat into my hand and started jerking furiously. He kept glancing over at me as he drove, occasionally reaching over with his right hand to play with my hairless balls or shaft. After 5 minutes I started to cum uncontrollably all over the glove compartment and dashboard. I didn't know what to do, and he didn't offer me any tissues. I quickly pulled out 10 bucks for the cab and gave it to him, then hopped out.
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