UK taxi driver took my virginity

The seduction

I was a slim weedy 17 when it happened. Like all kids my age I was into rock music and made the long trek across the city to watch my favorite band play the local university hall. Only they were late coming onstage as is their prerogative and consequently I had to decide, leave early or stay to the end and miss the last bus.

The band were worth it the set was awesome and I'd had a great time. A few too many beers had the usual effect of making me more sleepy than anything so I welcomed the cold air as I walked the half mile or so to a taxi rank, but it seemed everyone had the same idea as the queue was huge.

Then a stroke of luck, I saw a private hire car drop off a student at the Uni halls of residence so I ran up to the car and asked if he was for hire. Now these cars are not meant to pick up off the street and are only allowed to take pre-bookings but that wasn't my problem. I pleaded a bit and guy agreed, saying he was clocking off now so this would be cash in his pocket, an unofficial fare. I agreed and jumped in the front passenger seat, I don't travel well in the back as I suffer from car sickness.

As we drove past the long taxi queue I was feeling a little smug and settled down in the comfy seat. I probably closed my eyes - just to rest them - and wasn't paying too much to the conversation the driver was trying to have with me. Something about girlfriends blah blah I just grunted a few casual yes grunts and no grunts to keep him happy.

Maybe I dropped off, not entirely sure but I awoke to feel a hand on my leg and opened my eyes to see the driver with his hand on my crotch. FUCK where did that come from! How dare he? What does he think I am? My mind was racing for the first second or two of the assault but then he brushed the sensitive tip of my limp cock and my body reacted. I gave out an involuntary purr - shit I just gave him my approval, what am I thinking. But the more he touched me, the more I liked it. I couldn't help it.

So I came up with a theory inside my head. It won't hurt to let him do that for a bit longer, it feels kinda good. I will stop him in a minute. And so it went on, as he drove through the night, i sat back, eyes closed, letting a total stranger stroke my crotch. God it felt good, I might cum in my underwear, but that wud be ok. Mmmmm keep touching me there, he knows where the spot is. Oh god I hope he makes me cum before we arrive at my house. This is so wrong but man it feels good.

I felt the car draw to a halt. We're home - damn. I was hoping it would last longer. But as I opened my eyes I discover we were not outside my parents house at all, but in a dark deserted car park. Odd..... and then it dawned on me, this guy wants more.

His hand was no longer on my crotch, he was getting out of the car. "In the back" he told me. As he walked around the car he opened my passenger door and then opened the back door of his car. My heart was racing by now and a certain degree of panic set in. "No, wait, I mean that was nice and all that but I'm not ..."

"Yes u are" he interrupted me. "Now get in the back?". Firm not threatening. I complied.

He was quite a big fella, in his early 50's I would guess, he has a wedding ring on - that's odd, large frame though not particularly fat but certainly a large man and very hair arms. I certainly don't want dragging anywhere by him, I would lose!

Shit what the hell do I do now? I got out of the car to explain to him that I'm not really gay and I only let him touch me because I was a bit tired and drunk. And anyway he's married. I should never have let it go so far, so could he take me home now.

He just smiled at me as we stood by the open rear door and then he grabbed my crotch again, only this time he really grabbed me, holding me tightly by the balls and pinning me against the frame of the car.

"I suspect u are gonna like this" he said. “Are we doing this?”.

Not threatening, but certainly insistent. He had already undone my belt and was unpopping the buttons on my jeans whilst still holding me tightly between my legs.

Now I am really starting to panic. I've never been with a guy before. I mean I've always fancied it, as a fantasy, but not an old guy like this and not a married man. He was quite a big guy, not particularly attractive, Pakistani origin I am guessing, quite a belly. No way that's just weird. Common sense in my head telling me no - but my mouth said "OK". What the hell will he do to me, do I fight him, do I run or do I try and reason? He's not violent and he is asking me as such so maybe I can explain again.... but I didn’t. I complied.

All this went through my head in less than a second or two, but already my driver had my trousers and underwear down to my ankles. His big hairy hands on my teenage manhood which had thankfully gone limp in the panic. Surely that would put him off? He pushed me back and I fell into the back seat of the car, my legs tangled in my clothing.

"OK maybe just wank me?" I said "Or I'll suck u if u like?" I was now in bargaining mode with him.

He seemed to approve of that and in a flash he had his cock out and wrapped a hand behind my head and pulled me onto it. I was half in half out of the car still with my jeans and underwear down around my ankles. Only now I had a paki cock in my mouth trying to push straight into my throat.

I was choking and gurgling with the intrusion in my mouth. My jaw was already aching at the girth. I tried pushing back against him but with his free hand he brushed my arms away and the hand behind my head just kept pulling.

Eventually I got into a rhythm and let him rub the circumcised cock head against the roof of my mouth. That helped me control my gag reflex and the choking sensation eventually subsided and I stopped trying to push away. Then as soon as it started, he pushed me away.

He leaned in the car and pulled my shirt up under my armpits, exposing my chest and leaving me almost naked on the back seat of his car. His hands were all over me, feeling my armpits and chest, then roughly between my legs and rubbing my cock and balls. I was soon hard again, damn how did that happen? That thing has a life of it's own. I could see his face highlighted by the random street light in this car park. He was still smiling but breathing heavily as he felt me all over.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, he reached down and grabbed my clothing wrapped around my ankles. Was he pulling my pants up? No what the hell? He held my clothing around my ankles and lifted them up and pushed it towards me, forcing my knees up to my chest. My worst fears realised my fear was now a reality and I was now helpless, folded in two, and my arse was somewhat exposed. He climbed into the car with me and pulled the door shut behind him. I was all trussed up and couldn't move, now I am really scared.

So I said .... nothing.

He proceeded to stroke my exposed cock and balls remarkably gently considering the size of him. I was hard and it did feel good but where is it going to end I thought? His hand moved down behind my balls and by then I knew why he had me in the position. His fingers rubbed up and down between my bum cheeks touching my most private area, my arsehole. I have never been touched here by anyone before and barely touched it myself yet now a complete stranger is helping himself. I hated myself for enjoying it and I tried not to show it or react, but my erection gave the game away and I kept involuntarily purring like a fucking cat. He put his face down between my legs and took my boy cock into his mouth. Fuck it felt good, I nearly came instantly.

He reached into the centre console of the car and picked out a jar of something. It was a bit grubby and clearly well used. I realised then it was Vaseline - petroleum based jelly / lube type stuff. It was then I realised what he wanted. "Oh no I’m not sure I want that" and started to struggle a bit but it was too late and I couldn't move. He buried a lubricated index finger right up inside me, shocking but something I'd dreamt about for ages. But not this way. Not by a married man. But despite the shock of the intrusion I had to admit to myself it felt quite good. The struggle was fruitless anyway, so I assume that was the point I decided to submit. I lay back, stopped protesting, and accepted my fate. After all how bad can it be?

He sensed my relaxing. "So you gonna enjoy it now?" he asked. Always polite despite the situation.

"Feels good" I heard myself say.

Why the fuck did I say that? That just made him finger fuck me faster. OMG hate to admit it but this is so horny I thought to myself.

He was shuffling about in the tight space I couldn't see properly as my legs were still trussed up to my chest but he was clearly struggling to undo his own clothing. Eventually he managed and he pulled my hand onto his crotch. It was dark I couldn’t see anything there but jeez it felt massive compared to my own boy cock. I felt his circumcised head, thick shaft getting thicker as I felt down towards his big hairy balls. I was only going by touch at this point even tho it had already been in my mouth, but my lasting memory is he was so so hairy, his whole crotch felt like a giant fur ball. I rubbed and felt him as I was shown but we were both struggling in the confined space.

I could hear him wrestling with his belt one handed as he held me with his other hand by my clothing, legs up around my ears, my lilly white bum on display in the cold air.  Then I felt it for the first time, a damp stiff member rubbing up behind my balls. “Oh god he's got it between my legs, I know where this is going." but I did want it he was right, and I chose at that this point that it would be my first time. I would give myself to him.

 So there I was, just 17, a curious virgin about to take an adults manhood for the first time. I felt so exposed, vulnerable, nervous ; shit scared would probably sum it up. But I didn’t argue, I didn’t say no, I wanted this Ive always wanted this and now is the time. How bad can it be?

It was bloody uncomfortable in the back of this taxi. My head was up against the door and he was trying to get ontop by pushing the jeans and underwear around my ankles right up to my ears, effectively folding me in half. But in some crazy way I got a kick out of it, knowing I had something he wanted. He was getting more frantic the more frustrated he got.

His big rough hands felt my boy cock skin on skin for the first time that evening. He pulled my foreskin right back with his fingers and then all his touches were intensified by 1000%. I’ve always generated a lot of precum and tonight my teen cock was leaking for England. 

“I knew you wanted it you little poof” he snarled as his hands roughly grappled my balls and then - surprise surpise straight down to my untouched anus. Jeez I’d never even fingered myself and yet I was giving this stranger free access. He was Pakistani and wearing a wedding ring so guessing he was a str8 family man maybe with kids of his own. But I knew he wanted me that night. Jeez just writing that brings back the butterflies.

It was pretty dark in the carpark but I heard him using the vaseline jar again and then youch a second fat finger was pressed right deep up inside my bum. OMG it didn’t so much hurt but was an incredible shock. I reacted with a squeal and I jumped a mile, but there was no escape and nowhere to go. He expected my reaction and held me down as his fingers violated my tight untouched sphincter. He was inside me, wriggling his finger about and pulling it out and shoving it all back in again. My head was spinning the sensations were amazing, shocking, occasionally it hurt but usually not for long and I found myself making involuntary encouraging noises telling him I liked it. 

“I knew you were a faggot” he said as this time put what I assume was a third finger. This time is was 80% pain and again the wiggling of his fingers just put me in a spin. My neck was all kind of twisted in the car, my legs and back ached as he constantly kept me in the folded position.

“Careful, it hurts a bit. Slow down.” I stuttered asking him to just slow down, but he didn't reply really just mumbled something about getting me ready. Ready for what I thought. But I knew really. I just had no concept how that was gonna feel.

I remember he was struggling to get comfortable with us both in the back seat of this car and he ended up opening the door on his side and stumbled out. His own trousers undone. I presumed he had finished and/or given up as it was just too small a space for him to have sex with me. Or so I thought.

I started to untangle myself and try to sit up but he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me towards him. My legs now out of the car still my my clothes tangled around my ankles.

“Where are you going?” he snapped “I’ve not even started”.

And with that my ankles were back up around my ears. This time he was standing outside the car. with the door open and my bum on the edge of the seat in the cold air. I could feel him fumbling with his own clothing and then …. there it was. Despite the freezing cold air on my bum, I felt something wet and warm between my legs, it was unmistakeable. He had his cock rubbing against my hole, it was going to happen now. I was going to lose my virginity. My heart was racing.

Nothing quite prepared me for what came next. He applied more lube something different like baby oil,  it was it seemed quite runny and later I discovered greasy like stains on my clothing. But I could feel it running down between my legs as he manoeuvred himself between my cheeks and rather hurriedly penetrated my virgin hole. Holy fuck it hurt. I have no idea how much he shoved in buy it felt like his whole body had pushed past my sphincter. Maybe this is what it feels to give birth!

I really shouted out, a yelp more than a scream but his hand was instantly over my mouth to muffle the cry. But it didn’t stop the penetration. I remember he stood still for a few moments until I stopped struggling and then pushed again, and again and again. It seemed to go on for ever and yet I wanted to satisfy him, I wanted to grin and bear it. Lie back and think of England they say!

I seem to remember I was sobbing for most of the time he screwed me. I’ve no idea how big he was I never actually saw it but he totally opened me up. It lasted for ages, his hips thrusting at me quite aggressively. My teen hole by this time fully in submission. He was muttering obscenities at me as he took my virginity. I couldn’t determine much of what he was saying and it may have been in another language I wasn’t sure. But I kept hearing "faggot" and it cut me to the quick. The kids at school would spray that term around in the playground at each other with no real understanding of what it was. And yet here I was, on my back, being an absolute and complete faggot for this man. A total stranger.

I wanted it to end, but I wanted it to end properly. I still wanted to satisfy him and bizarrely I really wanted him to cum. I was in a huge amount of discomfort both from the position I was laying in and obviously the violation in my bum, and yet I still wanted to satisfy this beast.

His thrusting became more urgent and his muttering more aggressive. Jeez my back hurt being held in this position for so long but I felt it changing inside my bum and he grunted four times, each time synchronised with a single hard thrust of the hips. He’d cum and I’d achieved my goal of satisfying him I think. It was over and I had survived. I still had the tears in my eyes, but the blubbing had stopped. I began to pull myself together as he stood back and pulled up his trousers. 

He stood back and zipped up, pushed me further into the back seat still with my pants around my ankles and slammed the door and walked around to the drivers door. I was still rolling around and trying to get dressed in the back of the car when he started the engine and started to drive me home.

Still constrained by the lack of room in the back and my clothing all tangled around my ankles I finally got my trousers up and my belt fastened as he drew up at my mums house.  But I felt a mess. My underwear was soaked in something, and I felt totally, totally used.

“That will be £7.50 please mate” he said and stared me in the eye.

FFS can he be serious? I didn’t argue. I wanted to get out, get away to the safety of my home.

I paid the brute (bloody cheek though) and let him go. I just wanted him gone. 

I thought I’d felt something running down my leg in the taxi but now I was stood up and walking down the driveway to home I could feel a steady stream of something running out of me. I was panicking, what if it’s blood? What if he did me damage, how would I tell my mum? All sorts of things ran through my mind as I did the walk of shame towards the door. As I reached the light of the porchway I slipped my hand down the back of my pants to check what was running out of me – thankfully it was clear white liquid, just his semen. But bloody loads of it. I had been properly seeded and put in my place. 

As I walked into mums house all I could hear in my head was “faggot”. I felt like a faggot, and I felt like the whole family knew I was. He had made me his faggot.

Borderline dominant older / younger or was it almost rape? You decide. I don’t think it was as I was fully compliant initially and kind of knew what I was in for – even though I didn’t....

A few weeks later I was back for more...