Traveler: 1-Uber Ride to DFW Airport
"I love you, sweetheart." I kiss Annie as I'm walking out to my Uber. Even though Bill is not my dad, I still want to make him proud and I think he would be if he knew I was following his advice. The driver takes my bag as I get in my Uber and as we roll away, I see Annie waving goodbye. I truly love her with all my heart, but my heart is a bit further up the body from the part that has been raging lately.
This is my first business trip as a Regional Accounts Manager and my client is in Denver. It is far enough away that I have to fly and since the company pays for the Uber, I took it so that Annie can spend time with Junior and not drive on these crazy roads with illogical and unforgiving drivers.
"Where're you HEADed?" The Uber driver accentuates the intended word.
"Denver." I look over and see a kid who has obviously bleached his hair. "I did that once to my hair for a halloween cruise. My wife thought I should have bleached my cock hair too." I laugh. Then I look over and see a confused stare through the rear view mirror. "I mean my private area."
"It's OK. I did bleached my pubes so that everything matches."
"Really?!" Through my mind, I'm wondering why I hadn't done it, but it wasn't like I was showing off my cock and balls to anyone except my wife and she's never really been interested in spending much time down there. "If I remember, the coloring lasted for most of the cruise. By the end of the week, my hair was salt and pepper and I was getting the senior discount." I gave a hearty laugh.
The driver smiles, "You still look very young."
"Nah, I'm 31." I look at my driver and he's a few years younger, but I feel so much older after entering fatherhood.
"I'm 27, but nobody believes me."
"Yeah, you look barely old enough to drive."
"I get that alot."
"Stay young and don't get married." I laugh again, then realize I should recant, "I mean you still have a lot of women to `meat,' if you know what I mean."
"I would," He noticeably pauses, "but I'm not into women."
I turn to see the driver's pensive eyes through the rearview before he looks away. "Oh."
"Sorry," He offers, "But, I prefer men with bleached or natural colored private areas."
Trying to be witty, "What about guys who shave?"
He gives me a double take, "You shave?" It hints of disapproval.
"Oh no, not me, all-natural here. More cushion for the pushing."
"All-natural, like uncut?"
"Uncut, you mean uncircumcised?" I don't know why, but I look down at my crotch and feel it growing a little causing me to shift, "Nope, I don't shave and I'm circumcised." The outline of my cock is pressing against the slacks. I accidently let out a half-moan, half-grunt.
"Something the matter there?"
"No, not at all." A white lie, but if I start leaking pre-cum, I will be walking through security with an incriminating wet spot. "I just had an itch."
"What kind of itch?" The driver turns his head back toward me and catches my legs spread apart with my enlarged cock head revealing itself against the thin cotton. "That's a huge itch!"
I offer a grin that relays I can't believe I'm hard and I can't believe how quickly it got that way. I look down again and I see a wet spot forming. "Shit, do you have any napkins?"
He looks back again, "Yes, here you go." He passes a box of Kleenex back to me. "You might want to take off your slacks before it gets any wetter." It is matter-of-fact.
"Won't people see me half-naked." I look out the windows wondering if the windows can shield away staring eyes.
"Only, if they know." His eyes are reassuring. "Here's a blanket."
"What all do you have up there?"
"You'd be surprised."
I unbuckle, unzip, and pull my pants down to my ankles releasing my wet cock. I can't believe how much precum I have. I quickly cover myself. "Man, I feel a little awkward."
"Why is that?"
"I mean, look at me, I'm half naked in an Uber because I got a big boner talking about my cock."
"I think you should be proud about it."
"Thank you, I guess." I chuckle at the absurdity, but my hardon won't relent.
"After we get inside the airport, I know a place where we can park and if you want, I can go for a walk. If you want to take care of business?"
"That won't be necessary. I just have to think of something else." But I can't stop playing with hardon under the blanket. The underside of my cockhead is slippery and begs for attention. "I'll pay for the blanket, by the way."
"It's ok. It's washable. We are about to go through the gate."
I'm worried about the cameras but they can't see inside the car and under the blanket.
"What terminal?"
"I believe E."
"Good, there is an empty parking lot there."
"Man, I'm a little embarrassed." But not really, my cock feels so good right now.
"Don't be. Here, I'm going to end the trip, so you won't get charged for the parking time."
"Are you really going to go for a walk?"
"Sure. I mean unless you want me to stick around."
I don't answer his request right away, instead, I stroke my cock a little bit more, uncovering it.
There is silence for a few minutes as we take the Terminal E exit. He drives around traffic while I tug hoping to soften the tension, but it only gets harder.
"Try closing your eyes."
I'm reluctant,
"It might help. Lean back and close your eyes."
"Ok, I'll try it."
"Good, think about something soothing." He turns up the soft rock on the radio.
I feel the car stopping.
"Go ahead and put your hands behind your head and try to relax."
I hear the unbuckling of a seatbelt.
"Think of how free you are."
I hear a door open, but do not open my eyes. When the rear driver's side door opens, as I suspected, I stay in my happy place with my eyes closed.
"Maybe think about your wife or a hot girl you used to date or want to."
I feel the blanket sliding away, exposing my rock hard cock to anyone that dares to look.
"She is stroking your cock. Gently at first. Up and down. Slowly. Enjoying your thickness and mushroom head."
I feel a thumb smearing precum along my shaft for lubrication.
"Those two hanging companions cannot be ignored and need to be massaged."
I concur. It's been so long since my cock and balls have been touched.
"Good enough to taste."
"Oh yea!" It's a command. Then I feel soft lips and a moist hole go down the length of my cock to my bush. Just the right amount of suction is formed while the tongue heightens the sensation. I can feel my balls tightening as bobbing increases in frequency. This must be what a blowjob feels like. I start thrusting my hips and then move my hands from behind my head and onto the one on my cock. I hold it in place as I fuck it hard. When I don't hear any resistance, I go harder. Harder and faster, I'm thinking of my cock, of Bill's cock, of my wife's head, of how stiff my cock is. "Oh yea! Fuck yea" I think about Bill fucking my wife's mouth. It wouldn't matter if he is cut, uncut, smooth, hairy, bleached blonde, nothing. Just that he is expanding Annie's small unused mouth. "That's it. That's it!" I thrust a few more times before unloading into a willing mouth and it feels so liberating! I hear a gasp but I keep my eyes closed. Then I let my hands fall to the side. I'm expelled and suddenly need a power nap.
Then, I feel a cloth wipe over my cock, but I don't look. I'm enjoying the clean process under my balls and around my limp cock. I'm afraid to say anything, but when I hear the door open, "Thanks!"
"My pleasure."
Traveler: 1-Uber Ride to DFW Airport
When he gets in the front seat, I open my eyes and look down at my limp member resting peacefully against my thigh. "I needed that."
"I can tell."
We start rolling and I know I need to get dressed. I look for a wet spot and it is hardly noticeable anymore. "You know I'm not gay, right?"
"It doesn't matter to me."
We roll up to my gate and I pull out my phone to see a notification. "Diego is it?
"Yes, sir." I lean forward and get his attention. "Here's a five star rating and a 25 dollar tip."
"Oh you don't have to do that."
"Already did." I open the door to step out.
Diego meets me at the trunk as he gets my bag and lifts the handle. His customer service is impeccable.
"Mr. Alex. May I give you my card? In case you need a ride in the future."
"You bet!" I take his card and see his last name and phone number. "That was one hell of a ride. I'll see you next time." I take my bag and contently walk into the airport. I may get some rest on the plane.
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