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Steve was the kind of man who couldn’t blend into a crowd. Middle-aged, around fifty, with broad shoulders, a belly that spoke more of a life filled with beer and late-night meals than laziness, and a body covered in thick, dark hair that spilled out from under his shirt like a wild forest. He was a bear in every sense—big, strong, with a face that looked rough but eyes that were warm, like aged whiskey. He worked as a taxi driver at night because he couldn’t stand the daytime bustle. The night was his time: dark streets, neon lights, and passengers carrying their secrets like luggage. Steve loved those secrets. They made him feel alive.
Tonight was an ordinary night, or so he thought. He picked up his shift at eight, filled his thermos with coffee, and set out on patrol. The engine of his old sedan rumbled like a tired lion as he cruised the empty streets. His first passenger was a businessman in a suit, muttering about work and his wife, but Steve wasn’t listening. His mind wandered to past nights, to those moments when a ride turned into something more. Like that night a month ago when he picked up a tall, skinny guy from a bar, who stared at him through the rearview mirror with a smile that promised trouble.But tonight, the first sign that the night would be different came around midnight.
Steve stopped at a traffic light when he saw a hand waving from the sidewalk. The man was young, maybe in his thirties, with tattoos peeking out from under his shirt sleeves and a smile that was slightly nervous. “To the airport?” he asked, hopping into the back seat. Steve nodded, started the meter, and drove off. The passenger introduced himself as Brian and said he was in town for a conference. The conversation flowed easily—about the weather, the city, how Brian was from a small town and loved big cities at night.Steve felt that familiar tingle in his gut. Brian’s gaze in the rearview mirror lingered too long, too interested. “Been a taxi driver long?” Brian asked, leaning forward. Steve let out a deep, throaty laugh. “Long enough to know all the secrets of these streets.” Brian laughed, but his eyes sparkled. “What kind of secrets?”The ride to the airport took half an hour, but Steve could feel the air in the car shifting. Brian talked about his life—his boring job, the boyfriend who left him a year ago, how he was searching for something new. Steve listened, nodding, feeling his body stir.
When they arrived, Brian paid but didn’t get out right away. “Hey, got time for a break? My flight’s not for two hours, and it’s boring here.”Steve turned off the engine. He knew what was coming. They parked in a dark lot behind the terminal, where the lights were dim and the cameras far away. Brian slid into the front seat, his hand brushing over Steve’s thigh, fingers lightly squeezing the thick muscle beneath his pants. “You’re just the type I like,” Brian whispered, his voice quiet but full of anticipation as his fingers traced over Steve’s hairy arm, exploring the thick hair spilling out from under his shirt sleeve. Steve’s breathing grew heavier, his body tensing with excitement. His large hand cupped Brian’s neck, gentle but firm, pulling him closer. Their lips met in a rough, hungry kiss, raw with energy. Brian’s tongue was quick, exploratory, sliding over Steve’s lips, while Steve’s was slower, dominant, taking control as their tongues tangled, laced with the faint taste of the beer Steve had drunk earlier.Their hands roamed, feverish and impatient. Brian unbuttoned Steve’s shirt, the buttons giving way one by one, revealing broad, hairy pecs like a carpet of dark fur. Brian’s palm slid over Steve’s chest, fingers tangling in the hair, rubbing hardened nipples that stiffened under his touch. Steve groaned, a deep, guttural sound echoing in the cramped car. He could feel his cock stirring in his pants, pressing against the denim as it grew harder. “Take it off,” Steve ordered, his voice low and raspy with desire. Brian obeyed, stripping off his shirt in one swift motion, revealing a lean but muscular body, with dragon and abstract symbol tattoos stretching across his chest and arms. His pants came off next, revealing tight boxers that barely concealed his erection.Steve’s hand slid down, grasping Brian’s cock through the fabric, feeling its hardness, the warmth pulsing under his fingers. He slowly pulled down the boxers, freeing Brian’s penis, hard and smooth, its tip glistening with precum. Steve’s thumb brushed over the head, smearing the moisture, as Brian moaned, his head tipping back. Steve stroked him slowly, deliberately, savoring every twitch of Brian’s body, every soft whimper escaping his lips.Brian knelt on the seat, his body cramped in the tight space, but it didn’t stop him. He leaned toward Steve, his fingers frantically undoing Steve’s pants, freeing the thick, hairy cock that was impressive, as big as the man himself, surrounded by a nest of coarse hair. “God, it’s huge,” Brian murmured, his eyes widening with excitement as he stared at it. He leaned down, taking it into his mouth, his lips sliding over the head, tongue swirling, exploring every inch. Steve groaned, his hand instinctively grabbing Brian’s hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands, guiding him deeper. Brian’s tongue was skilled, gliding along the underside of Steve’s shaft, sucking slowly, then faster, his lips creating perfect pressure. Steve felt waves of pleasure coursing through him, his hips shifting slightly, pushing deeper into Brian’s warm, wet mouth. “Deeper,” he growled, his voice rough and commanding. Brian tried, choking as he took more, tears forming in the corners of his eyes from the effort, but he didn’t stop, relishing Steve’s dominance.
After several minutes of intense oral pleasure, Steve pulled Brian up, his eyes gleaming with desire. “Turn around,” he said, his voice deep and resolute. Brian turned, kneeling on the seat, his ass raised, exposed in the dim light of the car. Steve spit on his fingers, rubbing Brian’s hole, slowly slipping one finger inside, feeling the tight warmth envelop him. Brian moaned, his body tensing but quickly relaxing as Steve added a second finger, stretching him slowly, preparing him. “Please, fuck me,” Brian whispered, his voice trembling with need as he pushed back against Steve’s fingers. Steve aligned his cock with Brian’s hole, entering slowly, feeling the tight muscles clench around him. Brian’s hole was warm, enveloping, like a perfect glove. Steve pushed in inch by inch, giving Brian time to adjust, until he was fully inside. He started rhythmically, his hips moving in a slow, deep rhythm, but soon quickened, gripping Brian’s hips, thrusting hard, each thrust drawing loud moans from Brian’s lips.The sounds filled the car: deep, animalistic groans, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin, heavy, ragged breathing. Brian jerked himself off, his hand moving fast, as Steve’s belly slapped against his back, the hair on his body rubbing against Brian’s smooth skin. “Harder,” Brian begged, his voice hoarse, desperate. Steve obliged, thrusting faster, deeper, feeling Brian’s anus clench around him in rhythm with their movements. The heat and pressure were almost unbearable, pushing Steve toward the edge. Brian came first, crying out as his cum spilled onto the seat, his body convulsing in waves of ecstasy. Steve followed seconds later, deep inside, roaring with relief as his orgasm surged through him like an electric shock. They stayed like that for a few minutes, panting, sweaty, and exhausted, before Brian dressed, flashed a final mischievous grin, and left for his flight.
Steve continued his shift, but the night was just beginning. The next passenger was a young student named Liam, but nothing happened.
Then, around two in the morning, he picked up two friends from a club. Both were tall, handsome, muscular guys, drunk and cheerful. They were named Theo and Oliver. Theo had fiery red hair and a short beard that outlined his jaw, giving him a wild but attractive look. Oliver had black, curly hair that fell over his forehead and mustaches that gave him a italian charm. They talked about the night, about dancing, about the guys they’d seen. Steve listened, smiling. “You guys look like you had a good time,” he said.Theo, his red hair glinting under the streetlights, leaned forward. “And you? You look like you could show us some tricks.” Oliver laughed, his mustaches twitching, but his eyes were serious, gleaming with interest. Steve felt that tingle again. “Maybe,” he said. Instead of driving them home, he suggested a detour through the park. They parked in the dark, and the three got out of the car.
Theo was the first, kissing Steve roughly, his lips hot and demanding, his tongue plunging deep, exploring Steve’s mouth with hungry enthusiasm, his short beard scraping Steve’s skin in a pleasant way. Oliver knelt, his black curly hair shifting as his fingers quickly undid Steve’s pants, freeing his already hard cock, pulsing with excitement.Steve stood leaning against the car, feeling the cold metal under his palms as the two worshipped him. Theo’s tongue battled his, their kisses wet, messy, full of raw passion, as his hands roamed over Steve’s hairy chest, tugging at the hair and squeezing his nipples. Oliver, on his knees, took Steve’s cock into his mouth, his lips sliding over the head, tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, taking it deeper with each motion, his mustaches lightly tickling Steve’s skin. Steve’s hand was in Oliver’s curly hair, fingers gripping tightly, guiding him in a rhythm that grew faster. “Suck it good,” Steve growled, his voice deep and commanding. Oliver obeyed, taking him deep into his throat, choking as tears welled in his eyes, but he continued, savoring Steve’s size and weight on his tongue. Theo stripped, revealing a smooth, muscular body, with abs that stood out under the moonlight, his red hair glinting as he turned. “I want you inside,” he whispered, his voice trembling with desire as he turned, raising his ass toward Steve.Steve spit on his fingers, preparing Theo, slowly exploring his hole with one finger, then two, feeling the muscles relax under his touch. Theo moaned, pushing back, begging for more, his red beard twitching as he bit his lip. Steve aligned his cock and entered slowly, feeling the tight warmth envelop him.
The rhythm was fast, wild, under the moonlight, each thrust drawing loud moans from Theo’s lips. Oliver watched, jerking himself off, his eyes fixed on the sight as Steve fucked Theo, hands firm on his hips. Then they switched positions—Oliver knelt, taking Theo’s cock into his mouth, licking and sucking as Steve continued, thrusting deep and hard. Theo moaned, caught between two pleasures, his body trembling with intensity. Oliver’s hand worked his own cock, his tongue exploring Theo’s tip, salty and wet with precum.The climax came in waves: Theo came first, his cum spraying across Oliver’s face as he cried out in pleasure. Oliver followed, his cum spilling onto the ground as he moaned around Theo’s cock. Steve was last, his body tensing as he came deep inside Theo, roaring as his hips shook with relief. They stood for a few moments in silence, breathless, sweaty, under the moonlight, before dressing and laughing as if it were all just a crazy joke.They continued the drive, laughing as if nothing had happened. Steve dropped them off at home, with their numbers in his pocket for next time.
The night went on. Around four, he picked up a lone guy from a bar. It was Ryan, middle-aged like Steve, but leaner, with a gray beard. They talked about life, about loneliness. Ryan was divorced, looking for a relationship. But the night was for adventures, not love. They ended up in Ryan’s apartment, as Steve had a break.In the apartment, Ryan was nervous but eager. They undressed slowly, each movement filled with anticipation. Steve’s large, hairy body contrasted with Ryan’s smoothness. They kissed on the couch, slow, deep kisses filled with quiet passion. Ryan’s hands caressed Steve’s chest, fingers tangling in the thick hair, kissing the hair, sucking the nipples that hardened under his lips. Steve groaned, his hand sliding to Ryan’s head, gently pushing him down. “Get down there,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. Ryan knelt, taking Steve’s cock into his mouth, slowly, skillfully, his tongue circling the head, lips sliding along the full length, taking it deep until he felt the tip hit his throat. Steve moaned, his hips shifting slightly, savoring the warmth and skill of Ryan’s mouth.
Steve lifted him, carrying him to the bedroom like a doll, tossing him onto the bed with gentle roughness. They lay in a sixty-nine position, Steve’s tongue exploring Ryan’s hole, licking slowly, penetrating deeply, relishing the salty, masculine taste. Ryan moaned, sucking Steve harder, his lips and tongue working in perfect rhythm. Steve added a finger, then two, preparing Ryan, stretching him slowly until he was ready. He turned Ryan onto his stomach, lifting his hips, and entered slowly, feeling Ryan’s tight hole open for him. Ryan cried out in pleasure, his nails digging into the sheets as Steve thrust deep, rhythmically, varying his pace—fast, then slow, teasing with every motion. Their sweat mingled, their bodies slid against each other, moans filling the room.They came together, Ryan’s cum spilling onto the sheets, as Steve came deep inside, his body trembling with intensity. They lay there, breathless, bodies entwined, before Steve had to return to the streets.
The next night was similar but different. He picked up a group of three from a gay club. They were young, energetic, and eager. Their names were Jake, Tyler, and Chris. The ride turned into a party in the car, but they moved to a motel. There, Steve was the center. They all kissed him, sucked him, fucked him in turns.Jake was first, riding him, his hips moving up and down, Steve’s cock deep inside, hands firm on his hips. Tyler and Chris watched, jerking themselves off, eyes gleaming with excitement. Then Tyler, on his back, legs in the air, as Steve entered slowly, enjoying his moans. Chris was last, doggy style, while the others caressed Steve, kissing his chest, neck, lips.The nights went on. One with an artist who drew Steve’s body before sex. Another with a businessman who loved being dominated. Steve’s adventures were endless, at night, in the dark, where he was king.
Steve had a girlfriend with whom he’d always had an on-again, off-again relationship. They’d been together for years, but some time ago, they finally called it quits for good. Then her younger brother, Evan, reached out to Steve, asking him to drive him to another city to visit a friend. Despite everything that had happened with Evan’s sister, Steve still found Evan endearing and couldn’t bring himself to say no. Evan offered to pay for the ride, but Steve refused to take money from him. The trip would take two hours—plenty of time for Steve and Evan to get closer. And truth be told, Evan wasn’t someone you’d easily dismiss. He was attractive, with a youthful charm that was hard to ignore.On the road, they talked about all sorts of things, including Steve’s relationship with Evan’s sister.
The conversation flowed easily, but there was an undercurrent of something unspoken. At one point, Evan’s hand accidentally brushed against Steve’s leg, lingering just a moment too long. Evan added, almost casually, that he didn’t think Steve and his sister were right for each other, that Steve deserved something better.
The tension in the car began to build, thick and electric. Steve pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned to Evan, his voice steady but curious. “What’s all this about, boy?”Evan looked at him, his eyes intense, and confessed. “I’ve always had a thing for you, Steve. I made up this trip. I’m not going to see a friend—I just wanted to spend time with you. You’ve always stirred something in me, this… desire. You’re like a father figure, but more than that. I couldn’t act on it before because of my sister, but now that you’re not together, I thought we could… you know, see where this goes.”Steve raised an eyebrow, a slow grin spreading across his face. He reached out, ruffling Evan’s hair. “So, I’m the ‘friend’ waiting for you in the other city, huh?” He chuckled, his deep voice warm with amusement. “Alright, boy, you’re not exactly hard on the eyes. But I gotta say, I never thought about fucking my ex-girlfriend’s younger brother.”Evan smirked, his confidence growing. “I don’t see anything wrong with it.” His hand moved deliberately now, brushing over Steve’s belly, then slipping under his shirt, fingers grazing the thick hair covering Steve’s stomach. “You’re a fucking beast, Steve,” Evan murmured, his voice low and teasing, as he felt the warmth of Steve’s skin.Steve was already done for. The touch, the words, the way Evan’s eyes burned with want—it was too much. He unzipped his pants with a grunt, pulling out his thick, swollen cock, already hard and throbbing. “Go on, boy,” Steve said, his voice rough with lust. “Do whatever you want with it.”Evan didn’t hesitate. He leaned down, his breath hot against Steve’s skin as he took the thick shaft into his mouth. His lips wrapped around the head, tongue swirling slowly, savoring the salty taste of precum. Steve groaned, his head tipping back against the seat, one hand resting on Evan’s head, guiding him gently but firmly. “Fuck, boy, you’re good at this,” Steve growled, his voice thick with pleasure. Evan’s tongue worked expertly, tracing the veins along Steve’s cock, sucking harder as he took it deeper, his throat constricting around the girth. Steve’s hips bucked slightly, pushing himself further into Evan’s warm, eager mouth. “That’s it, take it all,” Steve muttered, his fingers tightening in Evan’s hair. Evan moaned around him, the vibration sending shivers through Steve’s body, his cock pulsing with need.Evan pulled back for a moment, his lips wet and glistening, looking up at Steve with a mischievous grin. “You like that, huh? Bet you’ve been waiting for someone to worship this beast properly.” He dove back in, sucking harder, his hands roaming over Steve’s hairy thighs, fingers digging into the muscle as he bobbed up and down, taking Steve deeper with each motion. Steve’s groans grew louder, his body trembling with the intensity of it all. “Fuck, Evan, you’re gonna make me lose it,” he rasped, his voice dripping with raw desire.After a few minutes of intense sucking, their eyes locked, and Evan climbed up, straddling Steve’s lap in the cramped car. Their lips crashed together in a heated, desperate kiss, tongues tangling, Evan’s hands gripping Steve’s broad shoulders. “You’re so fucking hot,” Evan whispered against Steve’s lips, his voice shaky with want. Steve grinned, his hands sliding down to grip Evan’s ass, squeezing hard. “You’re not so bad yourself, boy.”
An idea sparked in Steve’s mind. “Listen, boy,” he said, his voice low and suggestive. “You and me, we could keep this going. Let’s ditch this drive and head to a resort with bungalows and a pool. Whole weekend, just you and me. I’ll cover everything.”Evan’s eyes lit up, a wicked smile spreading across his face. “Fuck yeah, let’s do it.”They continued the drive, but the air in the car was charged. Evan’s hand stayed on Steve’s cock, stroking it slowly, feeling the slick precum coat his fingers. Steve glanced over, his voice a low growl. “Just wait till we get there, boy. I’m gonna empty my balls in you.”
At the resort, Steve and Evan spent the weekend swimming in the pools, lounging in the sun, and when they weren’t doing that, they were in their bungalow, lost in each other. The first night, Steve had Evan pinned to the bed, the mattress creaking under their weight. “You ready for this, boy?” Steve asked, his voice thick with anticipation as he positioned himself between Evan’s legs. Evan nodded, his eyes wide with lust. “Fuck me, Steve. I want you so bad.”Steve spit on his fingers, rubbing Evan’s hole, slowly working one finger in, then two, stretching him as Evan moaned, his body arching off the bed. “God, you’re so tight and wet,” Steve muttered, his cock throbbing at the sight of Evan writhing beneath him. He aligned himself, entering slowly, feeling Evan’s heat envelop him, tight and perfect. Evan gasped, his hands gripping the sheets, his voice a desperate plea. “Fuck, Steve, you’re huge. Give it to me.” Steve thrust deeper, setting a steady rhythm, his hips slamming against Evan’s ass, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. “You like that, huh? You like this big cock filling you up?” Steve growled, leaning down to bite Evan’s neck, his beard scraping against Evan’s skin.Evan moaned louder, his hands clawing at Steve’s back, fingers tangling in his thick body hair. “Yes, fuck, harder, Steve!” he begged, his voice raw. Steve obliged, pounding into him, the bed shaking with each thrust, their bodies slick with sweat. “You’re mine this weekend, boy,” Steve rasped, his hands gripping Evan’s hips, pulling him back onto his cock with every thrust. Evan’s moans turned to cries, his body trembling as he stroked himself, his cum spilling across his stomach as he climaxed, his hole clenching around Steve. “Fuck, Evan,” Steve groaned, his own release hitting hard, spilling deep inside Evan as his body shuddered with pleasure.They collapsed, panting, tangled in each other’s arms, the room filled with the scent of sweat and sex.
The rest of the weekend was a blur of poolside lounging, sun-soaked laughter, and more sessions in the bungalow—Steve fucking Evan against the wall, on the floor, in the shower, each time more intense, their verbal exchanges growing bolder. “You’re gonna feel me for days, boy,” Steve would tease, and Evan would fire back, “Good, I want to.”
It was a fantastic start to what might just be a new, secret relationship.
