The Uber Driver: Gay Erotic Stories

The Uber Driver: Gay Erotic Stories

It was late Wednesday on a work night. I don't know why I said yes to going out with my bestie for happy hour; I knew better. It isn't just one drink with him. On top of it all, it was a rainy night, and I didn't even own an umbrella. So the clock struck midnight, and without fail, I couldn't find my bestie. He had excused himself to go to the bathroom, and that was twenty minutes ago. I knew what he was doing; it's what he always does when he gets three vodka sodas in his system. He was blowing guys in the downstairs bathroom. This gay club was notorious for that, and he loved setting up shop and pleasing whatever variety of cock that, pardon the pun, came his way. Sigh. Too bad his dick sucking wasn't his career; this poor guy couldn't keep a job to save his life. I downed the last of my drink and looked around. The club was thumping, and the go-go studs were shaking their stuff to a less-than-half-filled room while rain pelted the windows. It was time to go. I quickly ordered an Uber. I splurged and ordered an Uber black. It was raining, the night sucked, and I should have a little bit of luxury to make up for it, right? The app notified me that Rafael, with a five-star rating, would be picking me up in a Cadillac SUV. Lovely.

Two minutes later, my phone buzzed; my Uber had arrived. I jetted out of the club into the rain, seeing this massive black car waiting for me to get in. Well, with a few drinks in my system and not being used to climbing into a behemoth of a car, I flung the door open to jump in, but my foot missed the step up, and I went tumbling down to the curb.  Needless to say, the curb was flooding with rain. I was soaked. Scrambling to get up, I heard the front door of the car open, and before I knew it, I felt a massive force lift me up from the ground. Feeling a hard grip around my waist, I was quickly face-to-face with my Uber driver. Rafael appeared like an angel in a movie. His dark features and deep brown eyes instantly bore into my soul. His chiseled, handsome face broke into a smile as he spoke, in a deep voice, "Hey, are you ok? Let's get you in." Could a voice be so deep and masculine that it could dry me off? At that moment, I believed so. The rain started to coat his tight t-shirt, exposing alert nipples atop a tightly muscled chest. He lifted me into the car, shut the door, and took his place in the front seat. The car was warm, smelled like perfumed musk, and was playing light classical music. Fancy.

"Before we go, I just want to make sure you aren't too drunk. I don't want to have to deal with someone throwing up in my car." He winked, waiting for my response. I stammered, "Um, I just had a couple. I'm not drunk, just clumsy." I uttered a small laugh. He returned the smile and turned around, and put the car in drive. As he shifted the car and started to drive, I noticed his bicep bulging with a prominent vein running down his arm. Fucking hot.

We drove in silence for a bit. Of course, my gay ass had to start looking around his dash for any clues as to his sexuality. It was very nondescript. I did notice a series of tattoos running up both arms. His hands were huge; he only had to steer this massive beast of a vehicle with one hand. Where his wedding ring would be was a large silver ring with a snake on it. Was that a wedding ring or just for decoration? He ran one massive hand through his hair, now slightly wet from the rain. It flopped down over his forehead. Fucking sexy. I looked into the rearview mirror, his glowing dark eyes were staring at me. Fuck, he caught me looking. He directed his gaze back on the road. Damn it. He probably thought I was a creeper.

He broke the silence, "So, did you have a fun night? Is that a fun club? I've never been." I didn't know how to respond, so I just said, "It usually is fun, but I should have just stayed home." "Oh," he said, "you didn't get any action?" Did I mention he had a voice that could have been cast in The Lion King? It rumbled. What did he mean by that comment? Did he know it was a gay bar? My voice got oddly scratchy as I stammered, "Uh...there wasn't much action tonight, unless you consider my best friend giving out blowjobs left and right." Even in my wet and cold condition, I could feel my cheeks flush with heated embarrassment. Why did I say that? Obviously, the drinks were clouding my actions. Did I just make things more awkward? "Funny," is all he said as he continued to drive. More silence. Damn. I think I just made things weird.

We were about five minutes away from my street when he struck up the conversation again. "Do you mind if I ask you something?" he asked in a lowered, almost whispered voice. Oh lord, what was he going to ask me? It probably wasn't for my hand in marriage. "Sure!" I exclaimed in a way too high a voice. The car slowed a bit, and I saw his bicep tense, as he asked, with a half-cocked smile, "Do guys really give better blowjobs?" Was this guy for real? Was he baiting me? What was happening?

He then put his massive hand in the middle of his lap. I saw in the rearview mirror that his eyes were fixed on me, just waiting for my response. The car slowed down even more. I had heard of Uber driver flirtations, but it had never happened to me before in my many years of taking it. But this just seemed like a fake fantasy brought to life. Was he actually flirting? What the fuck? What did I have to lose? I cleared my throat and responded, "Well, if it's from me, yeah." The car swerved a bit. Did I make a mistake? I turned bright red and didn't realize I was holding my breath. As I exhaled, I started to get hard. Even if this situation went awry, this lead-in was fucking sexy. My cock started to pull at the edge of my underwear. I could see my cock head start to swell. That made me even harder. I looked up and saw those beautiful brown eyes staring at me with even more intensity. The rain started to pour harder, and his biceped arm had to flick on the wipers even harder. The car seemed to slow down to an incredibly slow pace. What was the next move? My shaft was getting thicker by the moment, and I could see it clearly through the fabric of my jeans. I was straining the fabric. I could feel my precum start to drip. My jeans were already soaked with rain; what was a few drops of precum? I stared back at him in the rearview mirror.

He met my gaze and then lowered his eyes down to his crotch. I couldn't really see what was happening from the back seat. I paused. He lifted his eyes back to the mirror, and then very slowly lowered them down again, all the way navigating the car slowly down the pouring road. I leaned forward, my hard cock being pinched by my jeans zipper. I winced as I shifted my body to get a view of his lap. Holy fuck. His massive hand was slowly unzipping his pants, shifting his hips to be able to unzip his way down. Shadow and light played against his lap as traffic lights and passing headlights tried to light the scene. In the dark, I saw something flop out, something massive, something hard. We hit a pot hole, and I was flung back in my seat. I quickly returned to my position in time for the reflection of headlights to throw a wash of bright light on his crotch. His dick was out and completely hard. It was massive. It was glistening, covered in dropping precum. He was so hard, I could see his foreskin straining against his throbbing cockhead. His dick veins were at full attention. I still couldn't believe how hard it was. And how massive it was. It looked like it was ready to burst. I inhaled loudly with a loud breath. He turned and locked eyes with me. He took his huge hand and grabbed hold of his thick meat. Another drop of precum dripped down his shaft; he was soaked.

We were interrupted by his GPS. I have never heard a worse sentence in my life: "You have arrived at your destination." We were here. The moment was over. Or so I thought. He pulled into my driveway and put the car in park. The rain continued to pelt the car. I started to say something when he turned the car off and opened his door, then slammed it shut. The backseat door flung open, and he stood there. The rain ran down his body as his huge cock shot out from his pants, the waist hanging down on his muscled hips. His chest was perfectly outlined in the pouring rain. He didn't care. His dick was out in the open, and he still just stood there. His dick looked impossibly hard and thick. It wasn't a dick, it was a salami. He grabbed me with his massive arms and pulled me to the open door. He stepped up on the running board and thrust his dick in my face.

His massive cock slapped against my cheek, still wet from the rain. His precum and the pouring rain made a hard slapping sound as the full weight of his dick hit my face. Have I ever had such a thick piece of man meat in my face? At that moment, I couldn't remember. But he wasn't here for foreplay. He grabbed my face in one massive hand, opening my mouth and instantly shoving that piece in. My eyes widened as I gargled my throat against that torpedo dick, being thrust down my mouth, my lips trying to open wide enough to take it all in. The rain continued to fall down my Uber driver's body. He didn't pay attention as his fair flopped down his face as he pounded my mouth without care. My throat tried opening even more, my tongue tasting that precum and traces of rain. He was pounding my face without stopping.

He grabbed my throat and chin in that massive hand and tilted my face up as his balls slapped against me. Did I really just take that dick all the way down to his balls? I started to gag, but he did not let up. I tried breathing in as I could feel those heavy bull balls slapping my chin even harder. Without warning, I felt his dick engorge even more, and I could feel a hard pulse as a huge load erupted down my throat. There was no room to gag; it was happening. It seemed like minutes, but it was probably only seconds as he unloaded his seed down my mouth, never letting go of my face in his hand, and looking down at me with those piercing eyes. He flooded my mouth. He grunted and shook his face in the rain as he slowly, very slowly, pulled that massive meat out of my mouth. A drop of cum still remained at the tip, which I flicked with my tongue. He shuddered and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, he quickly zipped up his pants and smiled, "Here's your destination!" He climbed back into the driver's seat and shut the door. No goodbye, no long looks, just a shut door. Our session was clearly over. The rain eased up a bit as I climbed out of the car and shut the door behind me. The car slowly backed away and proceeded off into the night. I opened my front door as my phone buzzed, "Thank you for riding, don't forget to rate and tip your driver." Five stars.

With my clothes and lips still wet, I went to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed. My dick was still rock hard and throbbing. I unzipped to unleash my own monster. I spit into my hand, a mix of saliva and Rafael's cum, and started jerking off hard, recounting the ride. I didn't even last a minute before I had a mess all over the bed. My phone buzzed again. It was my bestie with a text: "Where did you go? I was throwing up in the bathroom, I didn't even get to suck any dick!" I smiled. Poor guy.

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