ARAB CAB DRIVER  -  interracial / encounters

By JonH
jhimus@yahoo.com.au


With one hand in my pocket I was rubbing my hardon and with the other I was
trying to flag down a cab, all up it'd been a lousy night.

Being 29 years old I made a point to avoid the clubs but I didn't mind the
pubs.  I didn't have the kind of body gay guys seem to go for, the muscle
in my arms and legs was their but it didn't have that self-consciousness
about it, it was just everyday muscle, nothing special and lacking any real
definition due to the ever increasing body fat.  I didn't give a fuck
really, I had pale white skin and maybe too much hair in some places and
not enough in others but I always thought I wasn't that bad to look at,
besides I was a decent kind of guy so if that was a problem well, fuck em'.

Feeling light headed from the beers I'd drank at the pub I'd let this guy
called Jeff grope me between two cars in the parking lot, both of us had
worked up decent stiff poles in our trousers and it'd seemed only natural
to make our way back to my flat across town.  I was just about to suggest
we make a move when a woman's voice yelled out across the lot 'Jeff, we've
gotta go NOW'.

Turned out Jeff had been drinking with his sister and two friends at a pub
nearby and his sister had met an ex-boyfriend and started carrying on about
some bullshit in their past.  I really didn't give a fuck about all that
but Jeff reluctantly said he had to go because of some fuckin' reason or
other.

By then it was getting onto 2:00 a.m, the bars were closing up and I
couldn't handle going to a club so with my hardon straining against the fly
of my khaki's I made my way out to the street and started searching for a
cab.

Absentmindedly I rubbed my cock through the lining of my pockets and ran
through my mind the things I'd hoped to be doing with that guy Jeff before
the whole plan was shot to hell by his sister.  After 15 minutes I hadn't
seen one cab that wasn't booked or full, the frustration was building up in
me and so all I wanted to do was get home and jack off as a release.

As I was trying to see through the traffic if the cab half a block down was
trying to do a U-turn towards me another cab must've seen my hand raised as
it glided to a stop next to me.

The driver leant forward and looked at me "where you going?"  He'd driven
up so fast I hadn't seen him so with a jerk of my arm I pulled my hand out
of my pocket, leaning forward to hide the rise in my trousers I gave him my
address.  With a barely noticeable glance at my crotch the driver nodded
his head and told me to get in.

"You very lucky, I just start work for tonight. You my first fare" "Yeah,
great.  I've been trying for twenty minutes"

We'd pulled out into the street but in this part of town, at this time of
night it wasn't long before we ground to a halt in the heavy traffic.

The driver was an Arab guy, the ID on the dash gave his name as Ahmed, from
the street lights I could see he was early to mid thirties, even so his
moustache and unshaven face had the light covering I'd usually associate
with a younger guy.  As he looked around us and muttered about the traffic
I had a chance to see his face, his full looking lips had a slight glint of
saliva on them, his skin was dark and I could just make out some slight old
acne scars - I try to avoid generalising but his nose, eyebrows and the
thick but cut short black curly hair were what I'd call Arab looking.  He
wasn't skinny, I wouldn't call him fat but he was solid, it was obvious
someone must of fed him well and regularly.  He was a good looking guy but
as with most middle eastern blokes I always assume they're straight so I
turned and looked out the opposite window.

A few times he half heartedly blew the cabs horn but as we inched along the
crowded street it soon became obvious to him that no matter what we weren't
going anywhere in a hurry.  With a barely audible sigh he relaxed in his
seat and accepted the wait.

As I looked out the window at the other cars and pedestrians I could feel
the driver looking at me, with a small cough I shifted in my seat and
pretended not to know.  I wasn't in a talking mood and I didn't wanna hear
his gripes about the traffic.

"Where you been tonight?" he asked.  "Maloney's".  Looking at him as he
nodded his head I guessed he knew that this pub got alot of gay men in it.
"Now you go home alone" "Yeah.  It was going well but he had to leave"
Making it known that it was men I was into I felt my flaccid cock shift
slightly in my briefs.  "Did you touch his cock?"  This question shocked
me, so damn direct but I wasn't gonna complain.  I wasn't sure if he was
interested or subtly taunting a guy he assumed was some western slut -
stereotypes kind of figure loud in first meetings.  'Fuck it' I thought to
myself I'll play along either way.

"I was just about to but he had to leave" "Did you touch his arse?"  "Yeah,
I got my hand down the back of his trousers" This was crap, I didn't get
that far but the glint in Ahmed's eyes made a few lies worth it.  "Then
what did you do?"  "I rubbed one of his arse cheeks and ran my finger along
the edge of his crack" "This men's arse is like a cunt to you?"  "Yep.
Anything you do with a cunt I do with a man's arse"

By now Ahmed wasn't bothered by the traffic, shifting his thighs on the
beaded seat cover, I could tell he was trying to adjust his own stiffening
cock.  Raising my hips slightly I made it clear that I was enjoying this
conversation, my dick had stiffened at an awkward angle so the tent in my
trousers was uncomfortable but for the moment I decided not to use my hand
to adjust it.

"Do you lick these men's arse?"  "Only if they're clean, if they are I kiss
their puckered hole"

At the same time we adjusted our cocks as they strained against the fabric
of our trousers.  I didn't know how far Ahmed would want to take this but I
was going to push it as much as I could.

"Do you let them finger your hole?"  "If they lick it first, yeah I do" "Do
you put your finger in their arse?"  "Yeah, I..."

The loud prolonged beeping horn of the car behind us made it clear that the
traffic was moving.  With his stiff cock tenting his black trousers Ahmed
momentarily concentrated on the road, coming up to an intersection we
turned left and headed towards one of the main roads that wove through the
quieter commercial part of town.  Their was few cars on these roads so I
could divert Ahmend's attention.

Leaning over to him I tentatively rubbed at the rock solid bulge in his
trousers, with a throaty moan he shifted his crotch so it pressed against
the palm of my hand.  Getting my hand under his slightly overhanging
stomach I undid his belt and pulled his zipper down, lifting his arse out
of his chair allowed me to pull his trousers down until they rested on his
thick, dark and hairy thighs.

His white y-front briefs strained and jutted into the air, through the
slightly damp fabric I rubbed firmly on his meaty, heavy erection, the
outline of the head of his cock was clearly visible through the fabric.
Rubbing my thumb on the growing wet spot in the fabric over his piss slit I
used my other hand to slide down his back until the tips brushed against
the waistband of his briefs.

Once again Ahmed lifted his heavy arse out of his seat, I guided my hand
down the back of his briefs and rubbed at the light covering of course hair
that trailed down his spine into his arse crack.  Ahmed groaned deeply as
my fingers began to journey down his sweaty arse crack, the clammy sweat
between his cheeks spread across my palm...

"Oaahh...Ahmed, I wanna lick ya' arse..."

With a sudden swerve of the cab Ahmed drove down a side street between two
darkened office blocks, gliding into a an empty car park we jolted to a
stop.

Ahmed kicked off his shoes, roughly took his trousers off then in one quick
clumsy move he lent over the drivers seat, pushed his arse towards my face
and lifting the shirt tail of his blue cab uniform offered his arse to me.
His heavy arse was still covered by his large white y-fronts, two heavy
mounds of flesh just inches from my face, by the light from the car park it
wasn't hard to make out the dampness along the fabric over his crack.

Hooking my fingers under his waistband I slid his briefs down to reveal two
dark arse cheeks, the heady, musky aroma filled my nostrils as I breathed
deep to experience the smell of a man's arse.  Coarse hair lightly covered
the cheeks, growing thicker along his crack I noticed that it thinned out
closer to his puckered hole.  Ahmed had began to slowly but strongly pound
his stiff cock and rub it into the beaded seat cover...  "You lick my hole
now" As he said these words his slightly puffy arse lips twitched and
contracted, spreading each hand over an arse cheek I lowered my face into
the steamy, sweaty crevice.  The clean, musky spiciness of his crack got me
blinking my eye's trying to focus on the beauty of this Arab arse, lowering
my lips onto the hole, the puckering arse lips met mine and I ground them
into his hole.

Ahmed's whole body jumped forward in ecstasy, the cab filled with the
sounds of his groans and deep guttural sighs as I wiped my lips across this
hidden opening, they soon became moist from the lust fuelled sweat that
poured from Ahmed's skin.  The dark hairs along his crack rasped against my
cheeks as I began to push my tongue onto his hole, the clean exotic taste
flowed through my body as my tongue slid across the top of the twitching
flesh.  Making small jabs of my tongue I managed to easily get my tongue
past his arse ring until the hot muscle of his bowels squeezed tightly
against this intruding tongue, pumping quickly I managed to work up spit
which I pushed over my lips onto Ahmed's hole.  Pushing it into his chute I
could feel it relax and soften...

"Oh man...oh man....ooahhh...lick me out...eat me...."

Bringing my finger closer to his hole I took a couple of sloppy licks until
they glistened with spit, resting my middle finger against his arse lips I
began to push it against his hole....

"Ahmed...push out...push out"

Ahmed got the message and his arse lips grew and opened slightly, welcoming
my finger as I rammed and burrowed into the warm, softness of his arse.
With every thrust of my finger Ahmed's head rose in a grunt, pushing his
arse closer to me I knew he wanted more so I slipped the second finger past
his ring into the depth of his bowels.

"You fuck my arse.  You fuck me"

Pulling my two fingers out of Ahmed's moist, smooth hole I wiped them on
his slowly humping arse cheeks.  Fumbling wildly at my zipper I wrenched my
trousers down and hoisted my rock hard cock from out of my briefs, Ahmed
looked back and smiled lustfully as he saw my circumcised cock head jutting
out from my fist.  I spat and dribbled onto my palm and slathered my cock
shaft until it glistened in the street lights.

Ahmed reached back and pulled his arse cheeks apart, strained his arse so
it opened and contracted greedily, guiding my cock head onto his hole his
twitching arse lips seemed to want to suck my shaft into his hot Arab
tunnel.  Placing the head onto his opening, I leaned forward, grab Ahmed's
shoulder and pulled myself hard against his body, my cock head initially
strained and pushed against the hole.  Ahmed let out a groan of pain, lust
and desire, grunting like an animal my cock head popped past his arse
opening muscle then quickly I slid into his body, inching my way up his
hole I watched as my cock shaft sunk between the dark hairs of this
beautiful Arab.

Riding and humping his body my cock prodded against the warm bowel muscles,
digging deep into his guts as he pummeled at his cock, Ahemd's groans and
grunts grew louder and faster my heavy pale thighs slapped sweatily against
his upturned arse cheeks.  The heat and musky aroma of cock digging into a
man's arse rose up from our bodies and filled the cab the unmistakable
smell of men's sweat.

"Uh...huh...huh..."  I could tell Ahmeds was close and from the way my
taught shrunken balls nestled between his cheeks I knew I was close to.
Deep inside his arse I felt the head of my cock tingle and harden even
more...."ah...ah...Ahmed....I'm close....man....ah" With a glistening wet
brow Ahmed looked over his shoulders into my eye's, glassy with lust he
asked me to cum on his back..."blow your cum...on...my
shirt....huh....huh". I was close.  I was close....this fuckin' hot arab
arse...."whoa...whoa...whoa".

Suddenly Ahmed's whole body started to shake and buck
"o...o...o...huh...huh..huh...huhhhhhh" His cumming cock blew his load hard
against the seat....yanking my cock from his hole I had just enough time to
start pumping at the greasy shaft...."ah...ah...ahh...ah...ahhh" ribbons of
white cum shot out of my piss slit, splattering wildly across Ahmed's back
it wasn't long before the blue fabric was coated in wild, wet strings of
cum, soaking into the fabric his shirt clung to his body as the sweat and
the cum plastered his uniform...still holding my slimy, arse sweat covered
cock I grabbed at Ahmed's shirt tail and wiped the softening shaft
clean...leaning forward into his wet back we both took long deep breaths of
satisfaction.  Ahmed's heavy body heaved under mine until our breathing was
in unison....I did end up in the right place tonight.


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