Uber driver

True Story,

Besides trying to get back in shape and reach the best shape of my life, while enjoying my resurgent fitness journey on the way to full blown Muscle /daddy status; during what limited spare time I do have I enjoy writing erotica as a hobby and past time. In case you haven’t seen any of my other posts, it is 99% muscle themed, Muscle lust, Muscle addicted. That is when I am freewheeling aka fiction.

However, this story is quite true. An honest recount of one night with the Uber driver. (Seriously, Uber confessions could be the next reality hit, - any studio execs out there)

I live in Wilton Manors. An area inside Ft Lauderdale Fl that is the epicenter of gay life in Florida for sure, and possibly the US. It is really an amazing place to live, and I really do enjoy it.

A couple of months back, right before Xmas. I met a couple of buddies out for happy hour then dinner then we ended up at a stripper bar. Locally, we have a few to choose from. One strip club is for the twink lover. Very cute young guys with big schlongs twerking for the not so young admirers. Another hot strip club is more of a hustler type bar. Very hot, very active but more of mix or all kinds out to make a good tip from horny drunks and tourists. Then we have Johnsons. Full blown muscle porn gyrating and flexing the Benji’$. I do love me my Johnsons Muscle Men.

To the good parts.

Calling it an early night, I cue up Uber at close to 11 pm. 5 minutes later I am chatting with a chatty driver and his very broken Spanish accent. Noting new here folks, S Fl is Latin America central, which I do enjoy. Yo quiero latin papis. As much as I enjoy the banter and practicing my mangled Spanish, the man himself is not my type, Plucked and primped, face done up to the Nth degree, possibly even make up. Hey, just not my type but this is what makes living here so incredible.

Banter & chatter he is from Chile, that is one South American country I have yet to visit but intend too. Been here 2 years; Your English is very good for such a short time.. Yadda yadda yadda. Nice guy.

“You like suck cock?” in very accented Spanish, but I am sure that is what he said.

The look he gave me when we locked eyes in his rear view mirror was dead on serious.

“I have big dick.” No mistaking that.

“You suck it.” - again, with the language it sure sounded like more of a statement or demand and not the normal question of, ‘would you like to suck my big dick’.

I have had a couple of drinks over the hours of the evening, but no where near intoxicated, but my dick was getting hard with the directness of this guys dialog.

A few short minutes later, we are at my place. He puts in into park, turns off ignition and gets out of the car, waiting on me! – Well fuck, what do I do now? Then the thought of him saying he had big dick made me go with the flow and allowed him to follow me in the home.

We are only a few feet inside the door when Frank grabs me by the shoulders, spins me around, gestures / forces me to my knees. (Wait just a second here, I am 195lbs of fairly well built muscle daddy and this Uber guy is possible 145lbs soaking wet, more than a tad bit on the effeminate side, plucked, primped, botoxed and eye shadowed) What the FUCK? Then he drops his jeans.

The single top button of his jeans is popped open and I am 110% at attention and on my best behavior. The fucker was packing one seriously big piece of cock.

“I figured”. His broken Spanish acknowledged my surprise and respect for the piece of meat in front of me.

“Now suck!” he grabbed the back of my head and slammed his cock balls deep in one thrust. Not even testing the waters to see if I could take such a big dick.

It has taken me many decades to realize and accept that I am totally submissive. I now embrace it. I revel in knowing what I like and what I am best at, so, regardless of the “modern day fake masculinity’ this guy had the cajones and bravado to force me to my knees and shove his cock down my throat. - I am all yours Papi – is the only thing flashing through my mind at this point. That and providing the best service he has ever had in his life, as I do take pride in being the best I can be at all times.

I understand I lot of Spanish, but that night, I had no clue what he was spewing out as he fucked my throat like a porn god. Between the spit flying out of his mouth and the foreign words spewing incoherent words with each thrust, I was in cock sucker heaven. Even the slap across the face and a nice load of spit added, I was in the zone.

When he finally did come, his right hand cupped my chin as his left hand kept the back of my head forced firmly on his giant dick. He kept me impaled until he was damn near soft and I had suckled every last drop of cum out of his deflated tube. Patting me on the cheek, he pulled up his pants. Matted the hair on my head and left me with one thought.

“I will use you again Papi’. He left me on my knees, panting, horny, raced up, thrilled and yearning for more.

These memories will be implanted with me for a long time. I was reminded of them again last night when he rang, requesting service for the fifth or sixth time now. Our timing and logistics did not work out yesterday but my mind raced with anticipation as to his desire. Since that first time we met, I have learned that just about every kink I have ever fetishized about he gets into. Including having his incredible feet worshipped serviced and attended to while he kicks back. And trust me fellas, my foot fetish is in over drive right now. Living in S. Florida with flip flops all about, a guy like me is in constant arousal.

When Frank makes his appearance again, I will gladly share what he wanted from me, if this is the type of stories that you like to follow.

Enjoy your week end, fit family,

Joe Pipes