"A Taxi Driver's Dilemma" is a continuation of "A Young Man's Dilemma", which you'll find here in Nifty, so be sure to read that series first.
CHAPTER ONE
JIM'S INTERVIEW FOR THE JOB
When Jim called Acme Limousine and Taxi the next morning, his name was known to the youngish-sounding girl who answered the phone.
"O'Brien? Yeah, OK - you're on the list. Be here at 5:30. Don't be late."
Tom Flanagan had apparently already put the word in for him. Jim had already showered the previous night, so all he had to do was put on his cleanest shirt and jeans. His workshoes were pretty worn out so all he could do was clean them up with a wet rag as best he could. He surveyed his leather jacket with some dismay. Jeez! It was pretty old-looking.
Well, anyway, he said to himself, if I can get the job at Acme I'll have enough dough to get all the duds I need!
When the time came to leave, his mother was all over him.
"Oh, my baby is all grown up!" she gushed. "Getting a job like a big man!"
"Aw, cut it out, Mom," pleaded Jim, disgusted.
Just then his eighteen-year-old sister Chrissie walked in from school.
"Big bro going for a job, huh?" she said nastily. "Try not to screw it up, jerkoff!"
"Oh, fuck you," retorted Jim as he walked out the door.
Jim had to hop a bus to get there and had many thoughts as the bus plodded along.
"Jeez", he said to himself. "Tom Flanagan don't have to take no bus! He's got a great car. That's because he's an Assistant Vice-President at Acme. If I get the job today, maybe I can edge him out and be an Assistant Vice-President myself!"
After all, he brooded, in high school Tom was a nobody who hung around Jim's tough crowd but only with Jim's permission in exchange for Tom doing Jim's homework. So what did he have that Jim didn't have?
(The nagging reminder came to him - "Tom was a good student in High School who graduated early and then went to college and then he graduated early from college with honors - that's how he got a great job!")
But Jim pushed the disturbing thought away. College! Ahh - who the hell needed it? With one good break, Jim would be zooming ahead of everybody - get his own place, have lots of money, marry Linda.
Such were the thoughts that obsessed our hero when the bus reached his stop.
Acme Limousine and Taxi looked like any other taxi depot - a squat two-story building with lots of taxis outside on the street and a bunch more in the lot with a garage attached and mechanics working on taxis on lifts. Except that the whole thing was pretty big. Everyone knew that Acme was the largest outfit of its kind in the city.
Inside, the receptionist was a pretty dark-haired girl around his sister's age sitting at a desk just inside the entrance. She had big boobs and was showing them off in a tight sweater. Her desk was in front of a little office labeled "Bookkeeper". Inside the office sat a fat woman at a desk piled high with papers and who was about Jim's mother's age. Jim told the receptionist his name and that he had an appointment to see Guido and Tony.
The girl bristled and turned around to the bookkeeper.
"Listen to this, Mom - 'Guido and Tony'!" she said.
"He's the new boy who's here for an interview, I think," said the fat woman, with a smile to Jim revealing a mouth full of missing teeth.
"Say, listen you," snarled the girl as she turned back to Jim. "Just because you got a recommendation from Mr. Flanagan, don't think you can come in and talk like that - you got an appointment to see 'Mr. Guido Abbadando and Mr. Anthony Abbadando', not 'Guido and Tony'! Now remember that!"
Jim was flustered at the unexpected attack and sputtered an apology.
"So say it," said the girl cruelly.
"Uh, w-what?"
The girl turned back to the bookkeeper.
"This one ain't too bright, Mom," she said with nasty amusement.
She turned back to Jim.
"OK, stupid, let's start all over. Pretend you just walked in the door."
Jim finally understood. He blushed and said, "E-excuse me, may I see Mr. Guido Abbadando and Mr. Anthony Abbadando?" He stuttered from embarrassment and anger. This kid was the same age as his eighteen-year-old sister Chrissie and she was talking to him like he was garbage!
"OK, dumbbell," she said, smiling with satisfaction. "Now go in the lunch room and sit with the other girls. I'll call you."
She pointed to a door down the corridor. The bookkeeper smiled again at him. Jim was red-faced as he stepped away. What a little bitch! Once he got the job, he'd make a complaint to Tom and get her fired!
The 'lunch room' was pretty large but didn't have a lot of fresh air to it because of all the cigarette smoke. There were some metal tables and chairs, benches around the walls, and vending machines. About twenty or thirty guys were hanging around, drinking coffee from plastic cups and smoking, and either shooting the bull at the tables or dozing on the benches. Jim guessed that they were waiting for their shift to start. There was a sudden silence as Jim walked in and sat down at an empty table.
After an uncomfortable few minutes an older guy, well-built with graying hair, came over.
"Hi," he said, extending his hand, "I'm Jack. You a new driver?"
Jim was grateful that Jack had broken the uncomfortable silence in the room. Everyone else resumed their droning conversations.
"Yeah," he said, shaking Jack's hand. "I got an interview with Gui...I mean, Mr. Guido Abbadando and Mr. Anthony Abbadando."
Jack smiled.
"You mean Guido and Tony? Oh - I see. Annabelle was bitchy with you. She does that to all the new guys."
"Yeah," erupted Jim. "I'm gonna get that little bitch fired! I know an Assistant Vice-President who works here."
"Oh yeah? Well, be careful," counseled Jack with a smile. "Annabelle is Tony's and Guido's sister. And that's their Mom who's the bookkeeper. Even your Assistant Vice-President ain't gonna get them fired."
"Jeez!" said Jim. "And I almost went off on her 'cause of the way she was talking to me."
"Lucky you didn't," said Jack. "You would have kissed your new job goodbye. Remember - anything that Annabelle or her Mom tell you to do - do it! Otherwise you'll be thrown out on your ass in a flash if they complain about you."
Just then Annabelle appeared at the lunch room door.
"Hey, pretty boy," she said, motioning to Jim, "Let's go!"
Jim hastily arose while Jack whispered, "Good luck, kid!"
Jim followed Annabelle down a hallway. He had to admire her eighteen-year-old ass. It was big and shapely and she knew how to move it in her skin-tight jeans. She knocked at a door with a brass plate that said,
MR. GUIDO ABBADANDO & MR. ANTHONY ABBADANDO
KNOCK BEFORE ENTERING
"Come on in," said a voice from inside.
She opened the door and said, "Here's O'Brien."
"Okay," said the voice.
"Well?" she asked Jim. "What are you waiting for, stupid? A gold-plated invitation?"
She closed the door behind her as she left, and Jim found himself in a large office. There were two desks behind which sat men who certainly didn't look like brothers. They both rose and looked Jim over with curiosity. One, who stood at the desk with the brass nameplate GUIDO ABBADANDO, was short and fat. The other, who stood at the desk with the brass nameplate ANTHONY ABBADANDO, was tall and thin. Both were dark and balding. Jim thought: Mutt and Jeff, Abbott and Costello...
Suddenly Guido said, "Turn around!"
Jim wasn't sure what he meant and hesitated. Guido raised his eyebrows at his brother.
"What are you - stupid?" asked Tony. "Turn around!"
Jim blushed and turned his back to them, uncomfortably aware that the brothers had sized him up from the front and were now scanning his rear view.
"OK," said Guido. "Turn around again."
He motioned Jim to come closer and both brothers sat down behind their respective desks.
"What do you want?" demanded Guido.
"Uh, gee, I..." stammered Jim. This wasn't at all what he expected!
"My sister said you weren't too smart," said Tony with a smirk.
That little bitch! It was because of her that he was so nervous!
"You're here for a job, right?" asked Guido.
"Well, I..." began Jim but Guido interrupted him.
"That's our sister that brought you in here. You know that?"
"I..."
"Let's get it straight, blondie," said Guido. "You ever go near our sister and you're out of a job. Got it?"
Tony jumped in. "First we fire you, then we kick you in the balls and break your fingers."
"Gee, OK, sure," stammered Jim, frightened.
"Now," asked Guido, who seemed to take the lead over his brother, "How do you know Tom Flanagan?"
"We went to high school together."
"Sir," said Guido.
Jim didn't understand.
"' We went to high school together, SIR.'" Said Guido impatiently.
"Oh, OK," said Jim.
"So say it," said Tony.
"We went to high school together, SIR," said Jim, blushing.
"You address us as 'Mr. Abbadando' or 'sir'", said Tony. "Remember that."
"Yes...sir," said Jim nervously.
"And don't give us bullshit about you and Tom Flanagan and being high school buddies and that crap," said Guido. "If you're hired then you're just like any other driver here - remember that."
"Yes, sir." Jim felt his face get redder and redder. It was just like standing nervously in the Principal's office in school while he read you the riot act!
"Okay, you ready for your physical?"
"Yes sir."
Jim was glad he had showered last night! He was also glad that they were going to send him to a doctor so he could get away from them!
Tony got up and locked the door. Guido got up and stared at Jim.
"Well?" he demanded.
Jim was totally confused and showed it. Guido smirked at his brother.
"Jeez, Annabelle was right. This one is really dumb!"
"Look, stupid," said Tony, "Take off your clothes! You don't get a physical while you're dressed, do you?"
Jim was stunned. Guido and Tony were going to give him a physical examination!!??
"Well, I...I..." stammered Jim.
"I...I..." mocked Guido. "Look, kid. I got certified to do basic physicals while I was in the Army." He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a stethoscope!
"Yeah," said Tony with a grin as he came closer. "We're both certified."
Jim still hesitated!
"You want a job here or not?" demanded Guido roughly.
"Yes - sir," said Jim weakly.
"Then get out of those rags," said Guido. "Fast!"
Jim flushed and quickly began to strip while the brothers watched. He took off his jacket and looked for a place to put it.
"Drop it on the floor," ordered Guido.
Next Jim took off his shirt and tee-shirt, dropped them to the floor, and hesitated, naked from the waist up.
"Come on, dopey," said Tony. "Everything!"
Jim had hoped he wouldn't have to strip further! Blushing, he took off his shoes. Then he undid his jeans and stepped out of them. Now he was naked except for his shorts and socks.
Just then there was a knock at the door.
"We're busy!" yelled Tony.
"It's Miss Yerkel," said a voice outside.
"Oh shit," said Tony who went over, unlocked the door, and opened it. Standing outside was a very ugly-looking woman of about fifty with glasses, her hair drawn back in an old-fashioned bun, and wearing a out-of-fashion long black dress.
She took a good long look at Jim standing there red-faced in his shorts and socks and said, "Is this the new man? He's supposed to fill out forms."
"He ain't hired yet," said Tony. "We're still doing his physical. We'll call you when he's ready."
Miss Yerkel (she was the assistant bookkeeper) took another long look at the half-nude Jim and left. Tony closed and locked the door again.
"Jeez, what an ugly bitch!" he said. Their attention turned back to Jim.
"Take everything off!" ordered Guido with a mean grin.
Jim felt tears of humiliation come into his eyes. Trembling, he stripped off his socks and stepped out of his shorts. He was now stark naked in front of the two brothers, his clothes in a pile on the floor, his hands shyly covering his genitals!
"Come on, girlie," said Guido. "Let's see what you're covering up."
Jim nervously put his hands at his sides.
There was silence in the room.
"Pretty big cock!" muttered Tony appreciatively.
"Turn around," said Guido.
Jim turned around. Again there was silence in the room.
"Nice buns!" said Tony.
"Yeah," said Guido. "Big round buns. Now turn around again."
Jim turned around and Guido used the stethoscope to listen to his chest and his back while Tony prowled around, scanning the nude Jim up and down appreciatively from all angles. Then Guido picked a wooden stirrer from out of his plastic coffee cup, shook the coffee off of it, and used it to hold Jim's tongue down while he looked down Jim's throat. Then he took his chair out from behind his desk and sat down on it followed by Tony who did the same thing while Jim again shyly covered his private parts, his face beet-red. Who would have thought they were going to examine him!
"Come close, kid," said Guido.
Jim stepped closer and Guido tapped Jim's hands with the wooden stirrer to get them out of the way. Then he used the stirrer to delicately lift Jim's cock.
Tony whistled softly. "You got a nice cock there, blondie!" he said.
"Big balls too," said Guido.
Guido put his hand palm-up under Jim's cock and took away the stirrer. Jim's cock dropped into Guido's hand!
Jim visibly jumped, causing the brothers to smirk at his discomfort. Except for the family doctor, a guy had never held Jim's cock before - and once the coach in high school - and once...Jim was trying hard to think of something else to take his mind off what Guido was now doing to him! He was horrified - as soon as his dick fell into Guido's hand it started to get hard!
Guido smirked. He slowly started to pull Jim's dick in and out of Jim's hairy crotch, making it get larger and to throb in Guido's hand!
"Like this, kid?" Guido asked, staring straight at Jim as he slowly pulled Jim's dick in and out, in and out...
"You queer, kid?" asked Tony, grinning.
"N-no!" protested Jim. "I ain't queer!"
Tony stretched his hand out.
"Lemme try that," he said to Guido and took hold of Jim's throbbing dick. He resumed pulling it in and out, in and out...
Guido meantime got up and stepped around back of Jim and began to pat and rub Jim's backside.
"Nice ass," he said. "Bubble buns. Round, stand up nice, big - could be a girl's!"
Jim's cock felt painful and hot. It was getting huge and it was throbbing as Tony pulled it in and out of his crotch while Guido massaged and patted his bare bottom. The brothers seemed to be almost as agitated as Jim!
Guido came back around and sat down in his chair again. The brothers both seemed excited!
"Turn around, kid!" Guido ordered.
To Jim's relief, Tony dropped Jim's cock. Jim turned around.
"Spread your legs and bend over!" ordered Guido.
Jim did so.
"Now spread your cheeks!"
Jim reached behind him, grabbed his bare buns, and pulled them apart for the brothers' inspection!
A moment's silence. Then -
"Nice!" said Guido.
"Real cute!" said Tony.
Jim heard them get up and turned his head to peek. Guido was putting on a plastic glove! He looked excited! He told Tony, "Get the horse!"
The horse? What was the 'horse'?
He assumed he could now stand up straight. He saw Tony take something out of a corner of the office and bring it to the center. It was a kind of bench, with a high flat midsection padded with leather except that the midsection tilted and had a hole cut in the middle.
"Get over this, kid," ordered Tony.
Obediently, Jim put his bare belly on the padded midsection. He realized that the only way to get a comfortable position required him to drop his cock and balls down the hole in the center so that they swung freely below. He found that, to keep his balance, he had to spread his nude thighs and use his knees to grip the 'horse' on the sides and then use his hands in front to hold on to the contraption's legs below him. And, because the midsection was tilted, his head was hanging low towards the floor and his bare butt was high in the air! Now Jim understood what the 'horse' was!
Jim shut his eyes in embarrassment. He knew what was coming.
"Where's the fucking Vaseline?" demanded Guido behind him.
"Here," responded his brother.
Guido poked a bit with his finger through the curly hair around Jim's pink asshole.
"Open up your ass, kid," he said, "Cooperate a little."
Jim relaxed his asshole and he could feel Guido's finger slipping inside him! He wriggled through the hair around Jim's pink asshole and got in just past the entrance, spreading the Vaseline inside with his finger. It reminded Jim of his mother greasing him up for an enema. Then he withdrew. Apparently he was examining his finger because he said,
"The kid's clean as a whistle! You don't need no glove!"
Jim was thankful for his mother's enema yesterday! Now Guido returned to the attack. He thrust deep into Jim's asshole with his bare finger, making the young man squirm and moan. Jim's cock was getting hard as it swung below through the hole in the padded midsection! He thought about his mother's enemas and how she also used her finger to clean him out and how it also made his cock hard. Jeez, Guido was in deep! Thrusting in and out, in and out...
"Hey, my turn!" he heard Tony say.
Guido withdrew. Jim waited in suspense, holding tightly on to the horse with his knees gripping the sides and his hands tight on the horse's legs below him and his bare ass high in the air and his erect cock and balls swinging freely below. Now Tony poked at Jim's pink upturned asshole. He thrust deep into Jim, making him squirm and moan. Jim's cock was getting even harder! Shit - what if he came all over the floor below? They would think he was queer and throw him out! Jeez, Tony was in deep! Thrusting in and out, in and out...
Finally, Tony withdrew. Jim waited in suspense, his bare ass high in the air. The brothers began to discuss his merits.
"That's a cute asshole," said Tony. "Nice and pink, nice little black bush. You can get in nice and deep."
"Yeah," said Guido. "And that's some nice ass. It's pretty big. I like that. And it's round - a real bubble ass."
"Yeah," said Tony. "I hate flat asses and droopy asses."
"And the kid's got nice thighs, got some meat to them."
"Don't forget his cock."
There was a pause. Jim heard the brothers move away. Then he heard shuffling sounds.
"Okay, kid," he heard Guido say. "You can get up now."
Relieved that the medical examination was over, Jim arose. He was horrified by what he saw!
Guido and Tony had sat down again. But their pants and underwear were off, draped over their respective desks, and their shoes were thrown aside. They were sitting naked below the waist except for their socks, with huge erect cocks on display!
"Hope you're hungry, kid," said Tony with a grin.
Jim just gaped!
"The kid ain't too bright," said Guido. "Look, kid, you passed the medical. Now you gotta pass the personality test."
"Yeah," said Tony, "Show us you got a nice cooperative personality."
Jim was aghast! So this was what Tom Flanagan meant when he said,
"If you want the job, you kind of have to let them get sort of...intimate with you!"
No! Jim wasn't queer! He wouldn't do it!
"We're waiting, kid," said Guido.
He wouldn't... But then he remembered...
"We're waiting, kid," said Tony.
He had told his father that he already had the job!
Linda was waiting for him to get enough money together so that she could move out with him and escape her father!
His sister would laugh at him for weeks!
And what was it that Tom Flanagan had said? He had said -
"A lot of people are out of work, and the employers have the upper hand - and they take full advantage of it too!"
Jim was torn. What should he do???