Gay Erotic Stories

Now that I think about it, I do know why I’m turned on by travel. It has to do with being stuck in a confined space for a period of time with strangers or friends and the element of being watched and watching others.

I have been very lucky as far as sexual experiences and travel is concerned. A number of my experiences have been printed before. Some happened on trains, underground (being jerked off by a stranger on a crowded commuter-filled tube) and over ground (openly jacking with a buddy in a public carriage and shooting while people sat feet away). Some in my car alone (driving nude and jacking), and even jacking on a plane while someone watched.

Yes I love jacking, watching and being watched.

Anyway this happened the other week when I had to go abroad on business.

I live in the UK and needed to get to Heathrow airport very early in the morning so I had ordered a cab to pick me up at about 5am to get me there. I had used the company before and knew some of the drivers to chat to, but the guy who picked me up was a new face: He was quiet, late 20s/early 30s, with short dark hair and average build. We’d had a rare warm spell and he was wearing a Tee and baggy shorts.

I got in the car and decided to nap for a bit. I was sitting directly behind the driver and dozed for about 10 to 15 minutes. When I woke I just opened my eyes and stared out of the window at the scenery flying by. We were on the motorway and I wasn’t focusing really on anything when I saw a reflection of my driver in his side window. It became clearer when the sun started to rise and I made out he had a hand on the steering wheel and his other in his lap. Nothing too unusual in that but my hopes were high. Sure enough, after a minute or two he started to drum out a light little rhythm with his fingers over his lap as if remembering a song. He did this for a few more minutes while I sat stock still, my own cock stirring in the confines of my dress trousers, hoping.

He suddenly stopped and adjusted himself, pulling the material of his shorts around his crotch, away from his body, then cupping his now slightly bigger bulge with his hand. It rested there for at tops a minute before he started to squeeze and release his packet. Soon his hand was definitely raised in his lap under the growing pressure of his cock. I, too, was now tenting my dress trousers, having worn boxers for my flight, but I didn’t move. He now shifted in his seat and obviously looked back at me in his rear view mirror to see if he was being witnessed. The reflection showed my head slumped slightly sideways towards the window and obviously asleep. NOT!

This journey was going so quickly as I had the best entertainment in the world.

When he finished shifting in his seat he slipped his hand down the waistband of his shorts and slowly started stroking his cock, which now stuck up and away from his body under the pressure of the material. This was clearly uncomfortable so he withdrew his hand and looking again in the mirror he shucked his shorts down his legs to his thighs. His hard meat sprung out from under the waistband and slapped his stomach. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his shiny uncircumcised helmet glistened. I now had my hand in my lap gently rubbing my precum- lathered cock.

My driver then continued to pull his cock for the rest of the journey, stopping every so often when he was on the verge. He would occasionally take a short but quiet intake of breath when he was close. We got closer and closer to Heathrow and I was getting hotter and hotter by this scene, but the bastard kept stopping and wiping the excess precum on the side of his seat, then continuing. I suddenly found myself getting closer and closer myself and before I knew it my cock started twitching and I tried to press below my balls to stop myself but missed and jotted upright as I shot into my boxers. The driver quickly shucked his shorts up over his cock as I pretended to have just woken up with a start. The smell of my cum was pretty evident by the time we arrived at the airport and I used my briefcase to cover the wet patch in my trousers as I got out of the cab. My driver did give me one last thrill as he removed my bags from the car; I saw a huge wet patch on his shorts where his cockhead had oozed.

I gave him a large tip and made my way to the men’s room to change.

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