The Exploration Of Nate

CHAPTER IV

 MR TAXI (BREAK ME OPEN)

The next morning Nate woke feeling tense. So much to process from the last couple of days.
He walked into the living room - kitchen, naked once again. He fixed himself a coffee then sat in the middle of the floor cross legged in a brief meditation. He closed his eyes and let the August sun bathe him. It felt good. 

He knew he needed to stretch and went into one his yoga sequences. The intense kind that worked the body as much as stretching the muscles. In the rising August morning heat, sweat started seeping out all over his as body as he moved. He pushed his muscles, each movement causing  his cock to flip and graze his limbs and belly as he switched positions. He stayed focussed and ignored it. Dragging out the self induced torture of an inevitable messy end.

He finished in a headstand against the wall. He stared up at his fully swollen cock. He got to thinking about the handsome - hung men, all giving him the most exciting sexual experiences he’s ever had and the prospect of this exploration was only just beginning. 

He rested his legs against the wall and started pulling his cock hard and fast. “Fuck.” He whispered to himself while frowning up at his leaking head. Precum dripped from his slit. He let it drop to to his face, not before opening his mouth wide and letting his tongue capture the escaping musky liquid. He rubbed his hand over the head trying to bring about a climax quickly. 

He was getting more pent up, “fuck I need to take a cock in me soon.” Nate thought out loud. He slumped his legs down toward his face and slammed  two fingers deep into his hole. He could feel himself tickling the bud nestled deep inside. “Jesus Christ.” He was seconds from blowing all over his face, his moans must have been heard down the hall. Then his phone rang. The fucking phone. Smashing the whole moment to pieces.

Nate couldn’t work out if he was looking forward to the edging having to or fucking furious. Then he remembered David was calling this morning. In the realisation he fell backwards in an awkward backward roll.

“Ow fuck. That wasn’t how that was supposed to end.” He chastised himself. 
He ran to the bedroom, dived on the bed, ‘DAVID - HUSBAND COCK’ appearing on screen.

“David! Morning. How are you? Sorry, I was uh, in the kitchen.” He felt the need to explain for some reason. 

“Good morning Nate. I’m ok thank you. Hope I’m not disturbing anything. If you’re working, I can call back.” David always spoke with such professionalism. It had this odd way of making Nate feel small momentarily. Maybe this was what Chris was talking about. Was it fucked up he kind of liked the way this man made him want to just kneel in front of him.

“No, not in today, I am this evening though, so free to talk.” Nate sat up as if David could see him. Idiot.

“Good, I need your email address to send you the conditions of the group over and the details of the weekend. Ignore the financial contribution part, we’re all about 10 to 15 years older than you so wouldn’t expect you to commit to that unless you’re a local business owner and can make that kind of provision?” Nate remembered his photography, neglected for the last few days.

“Uh not quite there yet David.” He laughed awkwardly. “Read over it if you’re interested though.” David replied, Nate heard David shift in his seat. He frowned a little at the term ‘financial.’ But not being ‘involved ’ suited him fine.

“We have a dress code for the dinner and what we call ‘Filth Time’.” Slight pause. “Look, I hope you’re alone. I had to work at home this morning, knowing I was calling you about this. Everyone is out so if I end up getting hard I can take care of it. If you follow.”

Nate grabbed his cock. “Pull your cock out David and tell me what you need.” Nate got back in control. “If you say so.” David complied. “I do. I absolutely do, Husband Cock.” Nate teased. “There’s that confidence again. Ok, I’m hanging out of my suit trousers. Precum has started pooling  in my chair.”

Nate was now focussed on maintaining power. Spurred on by Chris’ assessment of David last night. “Send over the email details about the group and the weekend. I’ll let you know if I have any questions.” 

“Good to hear.” Annoyingly David was unbothered by Nate not commenting on his trouser situation. “Text me your suit measurements. We’ll be in tuxedos for dinner. Underneath we wear mesh body suits. Think wetsuits but these cover nothing. These will be purchased and ready for you on arrival on the weekend.” 

‘New clothes, why not. The mesh suit. Sounds kinky but I’m on board.’ Nate squeezed his cock from base to head as he contemplated his new kinky wardrobe. 

“Ok will do, thank you for arranging. I think I’ll look good in that mesh suit. My skin tone, my body is in good shape, I’m pretty much hairless, good package and it’ll show my tats off. I’m always naked at home so a mesh suit will be like a second skin to me. I know I’ll drive you boys wild.” Nate wanted to remind this fat cocked rich man about the ‘beauty’ he’d cruised the day before, Gray’s words. He didn’t give David a chance to reply, he went on. “David, I’m sure you’ve gotten pretty plump by now from me saying that. Have you got a desk in front of you?”

Hoarsely, David replied. “Yes.”

“Good. We both know I appreciate your cock - it fills my mouth perfectly. I’m not with you right now to service you, so I need to hear how big it’s gotten. Walk forward to the desk, take the phone down next to your cock and slap it hard on the desk. If you fling precum on your paperwork, not my problem.”

“Here you go.” Rustling. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP.

“As heavy as I remember. Cum for me, David. On your tie and send me a photo. I need go, thanks again Husband Cock.” He hung up and laughed, feeling fully satisfied at asserting dominance over David momentarily. 

A photo came through. David’s spunk all up his tie, chest dappled with sweat through his shirt, and the tip of that huge pale cock creeping into the bottom of the photo. Nate simply replied with a LIKE. 

Nate sent the details of his email and measurements to David. He neglected his own cock for the rest of the day and lazed about until work. 

LATER

The shift was slow and boring at the shop. It had just been Nate for hours. He began sorting the newspapers for the following day. 

It was 10:58 PM. The door opened. Nate was furious inside as he was closing in minutes. But smiled up at his latest customer without registering. Then gulped.

“Hey man.” Nate was greeted by a black god of a man. Chiselled features, dark, deep set eyes. Hair shaved close. The body. He was huge. His pecs sat like two slabs of butcher meat over his chest. Arms you could have swung off and a perfectly V shaped back. Nate admired the specimen as he swaggered to the back of the store. 

Nate nodded at him in recognition not wanting to say anything remotely stupid in the moment. He reached and flipped the ‘Open’ to ‘Closed’ on the shop door before snapping back to assess his customer further.

He’d wrapped his upper body in one of those tight compression vests in black. He knew exactly what he was doing, Nate thought. Letting his eye travel further, Nate absorbed the sight of two huge globes indicating a beautiful arse clad in grey sweats. Under his breath Nate said, “I’m getting on that right now.”

Grabbing the newspapers he made his way toward the back of the shop to set them out. He squatted down and began sorting the them onto the shelves. His god - like new customer was just at the drinks fridge.

”Got everything you need?” Nate broke the silence without looking up. 

“Yeah all set man. Just thirsty, on the taxis and I’m on shift until 4. This heat ain’t helping.” The voice was deep. Matching the body. 

“That’s a shame.” Nate started plotting.

“You what?” Our taxi driver said confused.

Nate snapped his head up and locked eyes with the huge man. Taking him in he must’ve been 6’5 at least. “It’s a shame you’ve got what you need, because I’m pretty sure I haven’t.” Nate stated as a matter of fact. Shifting round in his squat slightly to face the taxi driver.

“Sorry, not following. Can I just pay for my waters?” Mr Taxi made to walk past Nate toward the till.

Nate swerved in front of him and reached a hand out to a solid thigh. “Or, you could kill some time and feed me whatever it is you’ve got swingin’ around in those sweats. I’m no fucking fool.” Nate propositioned firmly.

“You fuckin’ serious right now? You’re offering to suck my dick in the middle of your shop?” The man was laughing but a little incredulous at the same time.

“I’d say more demanding you get it out, and fucking ruin my mouth with it. Break me open. Don’t hold back.” Nate came to rest kneeling back on his behind.

Thinking about it for a mere moment, and then, “well when you put it like that. Let’s fucking go.” With that he dropped the waters with a slam on the shelf and marched forward to Nate. He immediately snapped the grey sweats down and freed the longest and thickest cock Nate had seen. And he’d seen a few this week already. 

It was dark, smooth, coated in a thick foreskin, suspended underneath was a leathery sack. The head, as wide as a baseball bat.

Nate had no time to contemplate further. Mr Taxi grabbed Nate’s head with an almost painful grip and drove his at least 12” shaft into Nate’s mouth. Nate immediately retched as the meat blocked up his throat. Using experience of driving hung men wild, he reached up, pulled the sweats down and held Mr Taxi’s huge globes and pushed himself further onto the cock. He moved his jaw back and forth making sure to massage the head with the back of his tongue. The hands gave the big cocked customer a signal to start fucking Nate’s face. The retching and gagging sounds filled the air.

“Fuck yes. Take it all in. Work your mouth over my head. Get me all worked up you little slut.”

Nate closed his eyes as his face was smashed repeatedly by solid abs. 

Nate had to break free for a moment. He yanked his head off the huge shaft. “Christ you’re a fucking bull. Destroy me you massive bastard.” Slamming his hand on the epic chest above him. 

The cock slammed into his mouth again. The retch he gave out was loud and piggish. Mr Taxi dragged Nate and propped him up against the end of the til counter and slammed a leg on top to get more grip. “That’s it, swallow my meat. I’m not letting go!”

Nate could feel sweat raining down on him and was consumed by the musk and soapy scent of the body he was being crushed by. 
Nate kept his stamina, allowing the thrusts to repeat while jabbing his tongue out to work the head and grab some merciful air. 

After repeated jabs of the meat Nate decided this guy was getting to fucking confident. Time to shut this brut up for a minute and change things up. He wrenched himself free and stood. “Get yourself on that counter. Lie down. Eat me out.” Nate commanded.

Pulling off his shorts, t shirt and underwear, flinging them on the floor ready. Nate now completely naked in his place of work. Mr Taxi, stood cockily and contemplatively ran his meat through his hand, now glistening with sweat. “You got it. This tongue will drive you fucking wild.” He stuck out a huge flat, pink tongue. Nate needed no more encouragement. 

The beautiful creature more or less slammed himself down enthusiastically. His body looked even  more magnificent from this position. The compression top accentuated his sculpted chest, the fabric teasing what was underneath. Nate ran a hand over his body. The fabric made the experience even more intense. Nate climbed on and straddled Mr Taxi, lowering his pussy down with his legs out in front, hovering above the god below him.

“Fuck yes. What a tight little pussy. I’m gonna get you drippin’.” There was a suction as the man’s lips locked with the hole and the first plunges of the tongue lapped at Nate’s hole. “Oh fuck yes, eat it. That tongue’s like fucking silk. Get up in there.”

Mr Taxi grabbed Nate’s arse and began attacking the hole with his tongue. The sensation made Nate’s eyes roll. Next, two fingers made their way in. “Yeah that’s it, get those fingers in there. Fuck it up. Go deep. I wanna blow over these massive muscle tits.”

Nate leant forward and slapped the man’s chest again. He didn’t even flinch, he was that much of a bull. The fingers went in hard. Mr Taxi picked up the pace, lifting Nate slightly so he could get more movement. His face was screwed up in focusing on impaling Nate on his giant fingers. 

Nate grabbed his aching cock and started yanking it furiously. Moving his hips in jagged circular motions to give the black god all of his hole.

The finger and tongue action gave Nate all he needed. He could feel the orgasm rise, in the moment he anchored the huge forearm and rode the fingers with force as the spunk began to surface. “Oh here I go, you’re hitting my spot, don’t slow down. Here it comes!” He went slightly limp and shot out across the huge chest. Spunk slapping down all over the black compression vest. The mess was satisfyingly huge.

Nate momentarily slumped back on the man’s mouth. Mr Taxi didn’t stop teasing with his tongue. In fact he started picking up the pace again. Nate reached reached down and cranked the black god’s neck up firmly and spun himself round on the tongue. Now with feet either side of the Mr Taxi’s head. “Not stopping are we? Going for more? Bury that beautiful face in me then.”  Nate began pumping up and down on the taxi drivers tongue furiously. “Here’s another one!” Nate came quicker this time, feeling more tender. He’d launched himself back and blew all over the face grinning back at him. 

Conscious the guy hadn’t  busted yet, he leant himself back on the taxi drivers body, almost sliding around in the sweat they’d worked up. He caught the monstrous cock in his hand. “I’m gonna make you cum. Keep looking at me.” Nate fixed his eyes in his god like customer. He pulled on the cock hard and fast, sweat dripping down his face. “Come on, empty this massive sack for me.” 

“Keep goin.’ Harder. I’m gonna blow.” With the relief came a shower of cum. Nate was drenched. His now naked body was glistening.

Both went quiet and limp for a moment.
Untangling himself and jumping down, both now standing. “Shit, sorry man, you’re covered. You going out on the taxi’s like that tonight?” Nate apologised.

“Too right. I can taste your pussy all night. Who’s gonna comment when I have a fucking body like this?” He pulled up his top. Nate salivated, he’d never seen a body like it. Like he was carved from granite. 

Nate licked his lips and took the sight in for a moment. The huge member bobbing against huge thighs. Something came over Nate in the moment. 

“Fuck me.” He said bluntly. “Fuck me right now.” Nate slowly walked past the taxi driver, grabbed his cock and led him back to the counter. 

“Still got energy for more? Fuck, I’m coming here again.” He chuckled.

Nate turned around and laid back on the counter, held his legs back, grabbed the massive shaft and slapped it against his hole. “Go slow. This is gonna be the first cock I take in my pussy.” He dragged the head over his puckering entrance.

“Shit man, you sure? I’m game but I know I’m huge. Keep rubbing it on your hole though. That feels fuckin’ good.” Mr Taxi stood in a laid back stance at Nate’s mercy for a moment while he teased his cock over the hairless slit.

“Totally. Go slow and when I’m fully open, do what the fuck you want.” Nate glared at the mountain of man in front of him.

“We gotta work you open a bit.” He sucked his fore and index fingers, went to Nate and rubbed them against Nate’s entrance. His thumb anchored on the soft skin between his sack and his hole. Nate looked down at the action with an intense frown. “Get these fingers back in. Open me up.”

Slowly, Mr Taxi pushed both fingers into Nate and immediately began swirling them around and jutting in and out. Nate grabbed at the forearm doing the work in encouragement. 
“Keep going, keep going.” Nate reached back and grabbed the counter. The finger action was making him shunt back and for. “Eat me out. Get your tongue back in me.”

Mr Taxi knelt and slapped the inside of Nate’s leg. He grunted and stuffed his face in Nate’s puckering hole. “Shit, that’s  it. You hungry boy.” Nate smiled. Wanting more he grabbed the head of his bull and squashed it into his hole. “Eat it up. Open up my hole.” The preparation continued until Nate felt ready. “Get up and fill me with that thing.”

“If you’re sure. We just got spit. Let me throat you for a sec, get it all drenched to help.” He brought his cock to Nate’s head, grabbed the back of Nate’s head slammed his cock into his mouth. Nate gagged repeatedly, not letting up. Means to and end. “There we go. That’ll do.”

Mr Taxi wrenched his cock out of Nate’s mouth and shoved Nate’s head against the counter. “You rough bull. Better beat my arse up like that too.” Nate said defiantly.

“You have no idea.” He went back to Nate’s hole and aimed the head. He held it in place and began edging it in. Nate locked eyes. “Slow.” As the huge member sank in, it created a gradual pain. Despite the dirty talk, Mr Taxi was a gentleman. “Shit that is tight. I’m going in further. Tell me if it gets too much.”

Nate was straining but the pain kept jumping from a sting to an overwhelming fullness that made him want to get straight to it. The pain started to settle enough and he wanted more.
“God this is intense. Pick it up, fucking go for it.” Nate commanded. 

Mr Taxi began to pick up the pace, his huge thighs solidly thumping against the side of the counter with every thrust steadily. “Yeah, let’s go. Open you the fuck up.” Gentleman gone. “Faster.” Nate managed breathlessly. Mr Taxi then jumped into a solid fast rhythm. His huge legs now crashing against the counter making the displays shake precariously.

Nate couldn’t respond. He just continued to lock eyes with the god slamming him. The sensation was completely overwhelming. Pangs of pain immediately replaced with this fullness and repeated jabs at his prostate were like nothing he experienced before.

Nate wanted more. The sensation of this man’s body writhing against his, the cock filling him and jabbing his bud was addictive. 

“Get fucking nasty you big bastard.” Nate gathered energy from somewhere to talk back. He went further, he slapped the beautiful man’s face. This had the desired effect.

The massive man reached and grabbed Nate by the head and held him in place. His powerful thrusts practically squashed Nate in half. “Oh yes, keep drilling me. Make me fucking scream!”

Mr Taxi grabbed Nate under the arms and lifted him off the counter. Nate gripped his hands around the man’s neck tight, foreheads meeting. In a slight squat holding Nate by the hips, Mr Taxi resumed the powerful pumping relentlessly.

The shift in position caused Nate’s insides to light on fire. He couldn’t get enough of this, he was almost crying, “oh my god you’re churning me up, please keep going, I’m gonna bust again.”

“Do it. I wanna make you blast again all over my tits. You can take it. Come on!” Nate squeezed the man even harder and let out a whimper, “I’m coming, oh my god I’m coming.” A watery explosion ensued landing on Mr Taxi’s ‘tits’ and Nates’s belly.

“You made me shoot without me touching myself. You’re incredible.” Nate gasped. 

Nate went limp and Mr Taxi dropped him gently. Nate fully sprawled out on the floor.

Mr Taxi wasn’t done as he straddled Nate’s face and dumped his sack on Nate’s mouth. “Eat my balls.” Nate held the thick sack in his mouth, even this guys balls were huge. Filling his mouth one at a time. “I’m gonna bust, open the fuck up.” He reached down, grabbed Nate by the head and shoved his cock in his mouth to unload. He rocked Nate’s head back and for. Nate couldn’t compose himself and an explosion of cum and spit exploded from his mouth, projecting as the black bull got up and walked away leaving Nate a slicked up mess on the floor.

Getting his sweats back on, still in his compression top now mottled with cum. Mr Taxi gathered his breath. “That was fuckin’ hot, you're first time, and with a bull like me. Impressive..” Mr Taxi said satisfied with Nate’s accomplishments. 

Nate got up and walked slowly to the now fully clothed taxi driver and kissed him on the lips. In a low, whispering voice. “That was fucking incredible. Thank you. You know where I am if you need to do that again.”

“Hey man. Pleasure. We get nasty but doesn’t mean we don’t respect each other. You’re hot, I’ll be getting on that more often.”

He pulled Nate in, still naked, for a kiss again. He grabbed both of Nate’s cheeks, kneading them firmly to the point Nate could feel his puffy hole stretch a little. 

Nate whimpered. 

Then, Mar Taxi slapped Nate’s arse cheek. “Right man. Fuck, I gotta get going. I’ve probably missed out on a few calls. I’ll get it in the neck if I don’t get back out.”

“Get the fuck out and take your massive horse cock with you.” Nate had regained control and smacked Mr Taxi on the chest to tease and they both laughed.

“See you round.” Mr Taxi left with a massive grin.

Nate stood there naked and silent for a moment.

No name, no number. Kind of how it should be. You can’t befriend everyone you fuck with.

Mr Taxi had left his waters.