Real gay erotica of a horny Uber driver’s sex experience: 2
Uber sex story: He continued his descent, his kisses trailing down my neck and chest. He reached my belt buckle and undid it with practiced ease. He pulled down my pants, revealing my hardening cock. He smiled up at me, his eyes glinting with mischief, and then he took me into his mouth.
I groaned loudly as his warm, wet mouth enveloped me. He sucked and licked, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock. He worked me slowly, his hand stroking the shaft in time with his mouth. I ran my hands through his hair, holding his head in place as he worked his magic.
He pulled off with a pop, leaving me gasping for breath. He smiled up at me, his eyes glistening with lust. “You taste so good,” he said, his voice rough with desire. He reached over to the bedside table and picked up a small tube of lubricant.
He squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers and began to work it into my ass, stretching and preparing me for what was to come.
I lay back, my eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of his fingers inside me. He worked me slowly, stretching me out, his fingers probing deeper with each pass. He added a second finger, stretching me further, and I felt my ass loosen and relax around his digits.
He removed his fingers and reached over to a drawer, pulling out a condom. He tore open the packet and rolled it onto his hardening cock.
He then reached back into the drawer and pulled out a small bottle of lubricant, squeezing a drop onto his cock. He climbed back onto the bed and positioned himself at my entrance.
He paused, looking down at me. “You sure?” he asked, his voice soft.
I nodded, unable to speak. He smiled and then thrust forward, his cock sliding easily into my prepared ass. He was thick, and I felt myself stretching around him, but the sensation was incredible.
He began to move, his hips thrusting in and out, his cock stretching and filling me with each stroke.
I moaned loudly, my hands gripping the sheets. He was so big, but it felt so good. He reached down and began to stroke my cock in time with his thrusts. I felt myself building towards an orgasm, and he must have sensed it too. He increased his pace, thrusting harder and faster.
I came with a shout, my orgasm overwhelming me. He continued to thrust, his own breath coming in short gasps. He pulled out of me and tore open a second condom, rolling it onto my cock.
He then climbed off the bed and knelt on the floor, his ass in the air. He looked over his shoulder at me, his eyes flashing with desire.
I stood up and walked towards him, my cock pointing towards his waiting ass. I thrust forward, feeling myself slide into his tight hole. He groaned loudly, his hands gripping the edge of the bed.
I began to move, thrusting into him with long, deep strokes. He moaned and groaned, his head hanging down as he took my full length.
I reached around and began to stroke his cock. He was so hard, his muscles tense as he took my cock. I increased my pace, thrusting harder and faster, my balls slapping against his ass with each stroke. He began to pant, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. I could tell he was close.
He suddenly stiffened, his ass clenching around my cock. He came with a shout, his cum shooting out over his chest. I followed him over the edge, my orgasm overwhelming me. I thrust into him one last time, my cock spurting into the condom.
He collapsed onto the bed, his ass still wrapped around my softening cock. I pulled out of him and rolled off the condom, tossing it into the trash. I lay down next to him, my body spent and exhausted. He turned towards me, his eyes soft and warm.
“Thank you,” he said, his voice sincere. “For the ride and for this.” He reached over and stroked my cheek. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex like that.”
I smiled, feeling a warmth in my chest. “You’re welcome. It’s been a while for me too.”
He leaned over and kissed me, his lips soft and tender. “Stay the night,” he said. “I have a spare room. You can sleep there.”
Uber sex story of a horny gay driver
I nodded, too exhausted to argue. He helped me up and led me down the hallway to a small room with a single bed. He pulled back the covers and gestured for me to get in.
I climbed into bed, my body heavy with fatigue. He leaned over and kissed my forehead. “Sleep well,” he said.
I smiled and closed my eyes, feeling content and satisfied. I drifted off to sleep, my last thoughts filled with the incredible sex I had just experienced.
