Motel Eight,” I told the taxi driver. “By the airport.”
“Got it,” he replied, looking over his shoulder as I got in. “You want the meter or...”
“I can blow you,” I said with a small shrug of my pale shoulders beneath my pink leather jacket.
“Sounds cool,” he agreed, adjusting his rearview mirror so he could look at me while he drove.
He was a black guy and not as rough looking as a lot of taxi drivers I’d met. Most of them would be happy just to look to me, but every now and then I’d get one like this guy. Trading a blowjob for a thirty dollar cab ride wasn’t a great deal for me, but I really wanted to get out of that town.
Twenty minutes later I was squatting on the asphalt, leaning into the cab with the man’s chubby c**k stretching my lips. He wasn’t that long and I’d quickly learne
