My limo driver

A number of years ago, I was in my mid 30’s and traveled very frequently for work. Returning home to Newark airport after a work trip to a northern England, I was greeted by my limo driver, Jose, nearby baggage claim. Jose was HOT in his uniform. Maybe a fraction shorter than my 6”, he filled his uniform very nicely. Dark brown wavy hair, goatee, he exuded masculinity, and I was staring, as I couldn’t keep my eyes off this stud of a man. I did notice he wore a gold wedding band, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t look.

Once we retrieved my luggage and made our way to his vehicle, he invited me to sit up front with him. The ride would be almost an hour. As we drove away from the airport, he started some small talk with me about my trip and the weather. Then he began telling me about his wife being 9-months pregnant, and he wasn’t getting any at home. And as he said this, he turned his head to look at me and my reaction.

I said, well, I’m so pleased for you about becoming a father, that must be very exciting. And I’m sorry you’re not getting any action at home. And I took the risk and blurted out, “if there’s something I can do to help, please tell me”. Never thinking he’d take this offer seriously, his next sentence surprised me, “well, there is a rest area coming up in a couple of minutes. Do you mind if we stop?”, as he groped his cock through his pants. It was dark, so I couldn’t really see what he was packing, but I wasn’t going to say no.

We exited at the rest area and found a dark area to park where there were no other cars, and just one very dim light.  As he put the car in park and turned off the ignition he turned to me and said, “you were practically undressing me with your eyes at the airport, weren’t you faggot”? His voice changed from sweet and calm to forceful and commanding. I was stunned by his directness, but he wasn’t incorrect. I admitted, “yes, I was. You’re hot”.

He said, “let’s get out the car”. He opened his car door, got out and began to remove his jacket, tie, shirt, and t-shirt and threw them onto the back seat. Then he walked over to the  hood. I watched him disrobe from the passenger side of the vehicle. His torso was breathtaking. This man definitely worked out, and his chest hair was thick and curly up top and narrowed down the treasure trail and fanned out at the navel. I could spot dark patches of hair under his arm. I was licking my lips and drooling. Fucking hot!

Then he said, “get over here faggot”, and I walked over to him. I couldn’t stop staring at him. “Like what you see faggot?” I nodded. And then I just went for it and dove in with my face planted right in the middle of his pecs rubbing into his thick chest hair, and then I began to work his nipples over with my tongue and mouth. He held my head down as I suckled on his nips. I could smell the musk of his pits in the air, so I went in and began to lick his sweaty pits and inhaled deeply to savor the taste and the smell. I was delirious from the natural man smell.

He reached down and began to undo his belt buckle and unzip his pants. While cleaning his pits and sucking on his bicep, I reached my hand into his pants to find his cock. It was hairy down there, but in my hand was a fat uncut cock of about 7.5”, it was so far I couldn’t fit my entire hand around it. It was already leaking precum. 

I knew I wanted to suck this dick. I asked him how long it had been since he shot his nut and he told me 11 days! Holy crap, that would be a lot of spunk brewing up inside those hairy balls, and I wanted every drop of it! He pushed my shoulders down so now my knees were on the concrete of the parking lot. I opened wide, and I began sucking on his fat, Latino, uncut cockmeat. “Mmmmmm” I mumbled. It smelled so musky and it was so hot inside my mouth. I worked his cock using only my mouth and tongue as when I tried to use my hands he shoved them away. He said, “only your mouth faggot”. I keep my hands behind my back and leaned forward. He took the back of my head in his hand and pushed me down so now his hairy balls were hitting my chin, and his pubes were in my nose. He began a slow, steady thrusting of his thick cock down my throat. Because he was gentle, it was easy to adjust and take him all the way down my throat, and back, without gagging. 

His precum was flowing and constant. It tasted sweet. While working my magic with my mouth and throat, he asked “you wanna take my dick up your ass faggot”? I did, but I hadn’t planned to be fucked that night, and didn’t have time to prepare and clean out. He said he didn’t care, he just really needed to nut and wanted a warm hole to fill. So I got up from the concrete and began to undo my pants and pulled them down, then I pulled down my white Jockey low-rise briefs. “Let me see that ass”, he said. So I spun around and he cupped my cheeks in his hands and said, “nice firm ass. Bend over the hood for me faggot”.

Once bent over the hood, he pried my ass apart with his hands and began to spit into my crack. My chest was flush against the hood, my hands spread eagle, my feet planted firmly on the group, feet spread apart. His cock was very thick. I knew it would hurt going in. I had been experienced enough at this point to know taking a few deep breaths and exhaling deeply does relax one’s anus. He lined up his cock and pushed inside. We both let out an “oh fuck”, but probably for different reasons. He said, “oh fuck, faggot, this feels so good. You’re so tight”. While I was thinking to myself, “oh fuck, he ripped me in two, and my asshole is on fire”! He sank all the way in and held it there for a few minutes as the pain of the initial penetration subsided.

With his hands pushing my back down, he began to thrust his hips. He was a deep stroker, he seemed to prefer a slow withdrawal back to the tip, and then as fast jut back inside. He did this for several minutes, and it felt wonderful. I could feel my hole stretch wider with every push back inside, and it became much easier to take him. He grunted as I moaned. And just before I thought he was about to shoot, he pulled out. When I spun around, he was pulling down his balls, and said, “I’m not ready to shoot yet”.

He had me pull my pants completely off and lie flat on the hood of the car my ass at the edge of the hood, holding my legs up to expose my ass, and he plunged inside. The view of watching this beautiful Latin hunk fuck me is forever ingrained in my brain. We weren’t really in a position for me to rest my legs on his shoulders so my hands could explore his back and his chest, but it was my privilege to open my hole to him. I begged, “please fuck me. Fuck me”, and continued to beg and moan as he watched my face enjoy what his cock was doing to me.

Finally, he took one last deep plunge and his 11-day load gushed out from his balls and into my belly. He was panting uncontrollably, and he collapsed on my chest. I hugged him and then I was able to feel the muscles in his back and shoulders. A strong man that throws a strong fuck. His cock still somewhat hard inside me, he began to slowly move his hips. His head resting on my upper chest, I began to ruby hand through is hair. And I lightly moaned as he continued to churn his load inside me.

Instead of deflating, I felt his cock engorging. The speed of his gyrating hips increased. It sounded so wet down there, I could only imagine how much seed he deposited inside me. Jose lifted his head up and began to bite down on my exposed nipple causing me to yelp, but when his tongue flicked the tip of my nip that was held between his teeth, my cock jumped to attention. Jose was glued to me, his chest hair and skin sticking to my chest hair and skin. I wanted to stroke my cock, but couldn’t reach. It was growing harder between our bodies, and it rubbed between us as he thrusted.

He was so horny and pent up, it was maybe 5 minutes after his first load that he pumped his second load deep inside me. Then leaving his half-hard cock inside me, he rose up and I began to jerk my own cock off. He thrusted and I pumped until my own hot seed was flying outside of my cock spraying everywhere, on his chest, on mine, on the hood of the car. I can shoot like a fire hose when I haven’t cum for a few days and I’ve got something shoved up my ass! I was hyperventilating!

Jose scooped up some of my cum from my chest and fed to to me, and then I reached my head forward to lick my cum off his chest. Then, he finally pulled out. A puddle of cum leaked out of my chute. His cock glistened from his two loads of cum. He said, “clean off my cock, faggot”, so I took my place at his cock and began to lick, hungrily, getting every drop. When I stood up, he pushed my face into the puddle of cum on the hood and rubbed it in. My forehead, nose, cheeks and chin were soaked. He removed his hand and said, “clean it up faggot so we can get out of here”.

He stood with his arms crossed and watched me lick the hood of the car. My face was a cummy mess. I loved it!  He reached into the car and threw his white wifebeater at me and said “you can use it clean yourself up and keep it as a souvenir”. Then he put his white dress shirt back on, but left it unbuttoned and zipped up his pants and buckled them, and we both got in the car to drive to my house.

Interestingly, I sat in the back of the car on the way back. He walked around the car to open the back passenger door. And I got inside. Now I did feel a little awkward at this point, a little humiliated, but I didn’t care. At that time, I was embracing my faggot status, so it didn’t bother me that much. I liked watching him from the back seat, in the rear view mirror I could make out his exposed chest, still heaving. He didn’t say much of anything for the remaining ride home.

When we pulled up to my house he said, “I’ll pop the trunk for you fucking faggot”. I got out and removed my luggage on my own, and he sped off. Probably feeling bad about himself that he used a faggot to get off, twice, and maybe a little guilty. It’s amazing the decisions straight men make when they haven’t cum in awhile. Lucky for me, I’m the willing faggot that will take advantage of that situation!

Needless to say, once home, I dropped my bags at the door and ran up to my bedroom with his wifebeater in my hand. I laid down in bed and held it to my nose. It smelled like him, and like cum, and it was still a little wet and sticky, so I began to lick it. Stroking my cock like a fiend, when I was close to shooting, I shot right into it, adding my own load to the mix. I would not be washing that...ever!