Luiggi the taxi guy

This is one of my greatest fantasies, made real and turned into a story. It all began one night when I had arranged to meet another man for a sexual encounter. He, an older man I met on a gay dating site, invited me to have a few drinks at night in a bar somewhat far from my area. I, with the excitement and horniness of the moment, accepted without hesitation. I got ready quickly and ordered a taxi to arrive at the agreed time.

I arrived at the bar a little early, so I went to the counter to have something and calm my nerves. Although I really enjoy having encounters with other men, I can’t say I have enough experience to feel completely confident. To try to ease my anxiety, I ordered a couple more drinks and stayed waiting, checking my phone again and again almost irrationally, in case he had written to me.

After more than an hour and several messages and attempted calls, it became more than clear to me that I had been stood up. Seeing the time and already feeling the effect of the drinks, I decided it wasn’t worth insisting in a futile effort. After all, this wasn’t a bar for encounters between men or, perhaps, in my inexperience, I simply didn’t know how to identify a possible partner for the night. Besides, the reason I had encouraged myself to come was that he had hinted at the idea of spending the night together, and that, for me, translated into the hope of enjoying more than one good moment… more than once.

I decided it was time to go back. With the disappointment still fresh and the horniness that had accompanied me all night almost extinguished, I paid the bill and left the bar. “When I get home I’ll have to get something out of this frustration with Eduardo,” I thought, considering using the dildo I kept next to my bed to calm what remained of my desire.

I walked toward the avenue trying to get a taxi, but after more than half an hour I had had no success. “I drank more than I thought,” I told myself when I noticed my unsteady walk. The area, the hour, and perhaps my own clumsiness were against me. With every minute that passed, my nervousness increased: I didn’t want to be stuck there, far from home, feeling so vulnerable and aware that the night hadn’t gone as expected.

Fortunately, after a while, a taxi stopped in front of me. It was a vehicle in good condition, a stroke of luck considering that taxis in my city are usually quite neglected. When I leaned in, I saw a man with a mature and confident presence.

“Where are you going, young man?” he asked me with a cheerful smile.

I told him my destination, and without hesitation he assured me he would gladly take me.

“Thank you very much,” I said as I got into the taxi. “I was starting to worry, and the night hasn’t been the best.”

“Don’t worry, young man,” he replied in a calm, carefree tone. “This will be my last trip; it’s my turn to rest soon too.”