**I'm going to tell you ahead of time that you may not want to get too hung up on the logic of this one. Just... sit back, take it for what it is, and enjoy the ride.**
Isaac slumped down onto Scott's shoulder. Smiling a bit to himself, he propped the drunken boy up, his eyes surveying the street in front of them. Isaac was wearing tight jeans and a black mesh shirt over a green tank top. Paired with Scott, clad in a band t-shirt that cut off just above his abs, low-riding red bondage pants, and a pair of thick platform boots, the two of them stood out quite a bit on the nearly empty street.
"Why the hell are we here?" Isaac asked, as if he were noticing his surroundings for the first time. "This place is lame."
"Because it was cheaper to meet the cab here than in front of the club," Scott answered, trying not to sound annoyed. Isaac had gotten drunk so early in the night that Scott practically could have driven, since he spent more time keeping the boy under control than having any fun.
"Oh, okay," Isaac said sleepily, fighting to keep his head up. Despite his antics, Scott couldn't help loving Isaac. At least, in a platonic way. He'd never managed to work up the nerve to let his best friend know that he wanted more. He was worried about ruining what they had; a serious relationship might ruin their bond.
Scott shivered slightly. Despite the warm night, his midriff shirt still left his exposed skin feeling a little chilly. A man walked by behind them, and Scott defensively pulled Isaac in closer. This neighborhood wasn't exactly the greatest place to be. It was pretty quiet at the moment, but that made it even more sinister. His stomach dropped as the same man walked behind them again. It was perfectly reasonable that he'd gotten turned around and went the wrong way, Scott told himself. However, when he hesitated behind the pair, Scott got the feeling that things were turning out differently.
"Give me your wallets," the man said, trying to make his voice sound deeper to hide his nervousness.
Isaac turned around. "Oh, are you the cabbie?" Isaac asked, his blurry eyes struggling to take the man in.
"Just give me your fucking wallets!" the man said, brandishing a knife. "And your phones!" Isaac seemed to sober up enough to shut up at the sight of the weapon. Scott turned around, raising his hands in the air.
"Okay, just calm down," Scott said in an even tone. "I'm going to reach for our wallets now."
"Just fucking get them!" the man said, looking around the street.
Scared, Scott slowly reached into his pocket and took out his wallet and cell phone. He did the same for his drunken companion, handing them over to the man. Just as the hooded figure took the goods from his hand, they were bathed in headlights. The man ran off, scurrying away faster than Scott had ever seen someone go. The cab pulled up behind the pair.
"You Scott?" the man yelled out of his window as he rolled it down. The two men turned around to look at the cab, relief obvious in their faces.
"Yeah," Scott said, smiling as he helped Isaac into his seat. He went around the other side, getting in next to his friend. "Could you take us to the police station?"
"What?" the cabbie asked, looking in his rear view mirror to eye the boys.
"We just got mugged, we need to tell the police," Scott said anxiously.
"Listen, I got instructions to go to East 54th street," the man said, his heavy eyebrow lifting in an unsure motion.
"Okay, but we were just mugged, so we need to go to the police station instead," Scott said with waning patience.
"I got my instructions. I have to take you two to where the directions say. Or I get fired," the man said, his patience seeming to wear thin as well.
"Scott, just let him take us to home, then we can go to police, mmmmmkay?" Isaac slurred, seeming to be somewhat more sober now, since he could formulate sentences.
"Ugh, fine," Scott said, turning to look out of the window. The cabbie, satisfied, started to drive off.
They were silent for a few moments. "I'm Derek, by the way," the cabbie piped up.
"Oh," Scott said, still bristling about the illogical situation he seemed to have been placed in.
"You don't gotta be rude about it," Derek said, focusing on the road. They spent a few more moments in silence. "So you guys look like you had a fun night."
Scott saw Derek's blue eyes taking in their strange wardrobe through the rear view mirror. "Yeah," Scott answered bitterly, "right up until we got mugged."
"It was pretty awesome, though," Isaac said sleepily, running a hand through his thick, curly hair.
"You're certainly dressed for a night out," Derek observed, ignoring Scott's snide quips. He saw the boy's eyes narrow in the rear view mirror. "I mean, you look cool. I like it."
"Thanks," Scott said. Another long period of time passed in silence. They were pretty close to their destination when Derek spoke up again.
"So you guys got mugged?" he asked.
"Yeah," Scott responded, the anger and bitterness clear in his voice.
"And they took your wallets?" Derek asked.
"Yeah."
"With all of your cash?"
"Yeah."
"So, basically, you guys don't have any money."
"Pretty much," Scott said, annoyed at this point. Then Derek's implication hit him: they were going to have to pay. "I mean..."
"So how are you planning on paying?" Derek asked.
"I hadn't really... I mean, if you'd just take us to the police station, I'm sure-"
"No, I can't, I told you that. But you guys have run up like twenty bucks already," Derek said, his voice getting stern. Suddenly, Scott wished he'd been nicer to the man.
"Well what are we supposed to do?" Scott asked, exasperated. Isaac looked back and forth between the two of them, worried but not quite able to fully comprehend the situation due to his intoxication.
Derek pulled over, parking in a vacant parking lot. "Well I'm not wasting any more gas til we figure this out," Derek said, turning around so that they could get a good look at his face for the first time. He was rough and cut, with stubble and powerful, masculine features.
"Well we don't have anything to give you, he took our phones and our wallets," Scott said. "We don't have anything but the clothes on our backs."
Derek's eyes looked them up and down, analyzing their clothes. Scott suddenly felt quite conscious of how short his shirt was in comparison to how low his pants were, exposing his tanned abs and more of his hips than he'd realized throughout the night. In fact, looking down, he realized that some of his pubic hair was visible just at the waistline of his pants. "They are... nice clothes," Derek said deviously.
"What?" Scott asked, scared. "What are you getting at?"
"Nothing," Derek said, a smirk on his defined jaw. "Just saying that your clothes are awful nice. Probably not cheap. Probably...worth something."
"Waaaait!" Isaac wailed, making both men turn to him in alarm. "I've got it. Why don't we...instead of money...give you... our clothes."
Derek's menacing grin brightened as he stifled a laugh. "That sounds like a wonderful idea that you came up with!" he said, his smile toothy like a shark's. Scott fought the urge to smack his best friend in the head, wanting to wipe the stupidly proud look off of the drunken boy's face.
"I don't think that's a great idea..." Scott said curtly.
"C'moooon," Isaac slurred, already taking off his mesh overshirt.
"Yeah, c'mon, you don't have much of a choice," Derek said, taking the black mesh from the curly haired boy. "This shirt is worth about... two dollars I'd say."
Scott rolled his eyes. He figured that he didn't really have much of a choice. He didn't want to leave the cab and walk home, after having just gotten mugged once before that night. And nobody would see them, so he figured it couldn't do much harm except to excite the pervy cab driver and get them a free ride.
"That makes thirty more, Scott," Isaac said, looking as if he were discussing a serious plan with his friend. Heaving a heavy sigh, Scott slipped off his cut off t-shirt, figuring that it was barely doing him any good anyway. Exposed from the waist up, Scott wished Derek's eyes would get off of his body. Yet something about the man was feral, and Scott somehow felt happy to show his thick bronzed pecs and brown little nipples to this animal side of the man.
"Mmkay, it's only half a shirt, so I'm gonna say one dollar," Derek commented, happy to get the surly man in a slightly more vulnerable position as he put the shirt in the seat beside him. Turning his torso to get a better view, Derek looked between the pair expectantly. Isaac wrestled with his green tank top, and Scott helped him out of it, handing it over to the driver. Now Isaac's puffy pale chest and puffy pink nipples were exposed.
"Right, let's say that's about two more dollars. So you're up to five," Derek declared. Scott removed his thick platform shoes, feeling the cold cab floor beneath his naked, tanned feet. Handing them over, he noticed that Isaac had also taken that step, giving the cabbie his black converse. "Hmm, these are some pretty impressive platforms... Ten dollars for the lot."
"What?" Scott exclaimed. "Those are clearly worth more than ten dollars. It's two pairs of shoes!"
"Worn shoes," Derek corrected, his temper even as he bargained. His eyes swept over the two pairs of naked feet on his cab floor. "And apparently neither previous owner bothered to preserve their worth by wearing socks."
"Mmkay," Isaac said, casually undoing the button on his jeans and trying without much success to get the tight pants off of his hairy, pale legs. Turning sideways, he plopped his ankles on Scott's lap, unceremoniously demanding help. With a wary look at the perverted cab driver, Scott helped to wriggle the tight black denim down off of the boy's legs, exposing the blonde leg hair on his lean thighs. Now only his clingy grey cotton briefs covered his modesty, giving a clear outline of his bulge to the cab driver.
Derek's eyes didn't leave Isaac's legs for a long moment, finally broken by Scott shoving the tight jeans into his hands. "Erm, three dollars," Derek said, tossing the pants in the seat next to him.
"Oop, still need more," Isaac said, hooking his thumbs into his waisband.
"Oh no you don't," Scott said, gently but forcefully removing his friend's hands from his underwear. Shoving the boy from his lap, Scott unbuttoned his own wide-legged pants. He pushed them quickly down his legs, trying not to give the man a show, shoving them into the cabbie's eager hands. This time, Derek's concentration wasn't even broken by the pants being tossed into his hands. He stared fixedly on the form in front of him, his mouth slightly agape as he took in the muscled, tanned body dotted with dustings of dark hair. Scott blushed as he saw the feral, animal side of the cabbie fully realize in his eyes while drinking him in, clad only in a sporty black thong. "Well, how much?"
Derek's eyes stayed trained on the body in front of him. "Uhm, three dollars," he said absentmindedly, putting the pants on the pile.
"Great, now we're all squared away. You can take us home," Scott said, crossing his muscular arms over his broad chest self-consciously.
"Yeah-er no," Derek said, his concentration finally back on the moment at hand when he realized that he had the boys by the balls, so to speak. "You're free to leave now. You still have to pay for the rest of the trip."
Scott looked away from the man's cruel smile, taking in the unfriendly neighborhood. He wondered if it would be possible to run fast enough to get home before getting killed or raped. The chances seemed slim. Scott huffed heartily. "Fine, you win. Two pairs of underwear covers the rest of the trip," Scott said, looking squarely into the man's elated eyes.
"Yeah, okay," Derek said, trying to keep his cool, detached position of power. It was difficult, however, not to let his jaw drop and start drooling.
Isaac went first again, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of he grey briefs. Scott figured that the form-fitting cotton wasn't doing the boy a whole lot of good anyway. They all watched the briefs slide down his long, lean legs, exposing a thick mass of curls above his soft, pale, uncut cock. It lolled to the side, now free from its confines, giving a better view of his hairy sack. He kicked them off of his feet, allowing both men a chance to admire his nude glory as he slid his hands behind his head to let the curls in his armpits free. After a long night of dancing and sweating, the scent of his naked body filled the small car, driving Derek and Scott mad with lust as they inhaled the pheromone-laden musk.
"You gonna take these?" Isaac asked, casually lifting his feet back up to rest on Scott's knees. Derek looked down and realized that the boy was holding his underwear out for collection. Gulping hard, Derek nodded, taking the briefs and putting them on top of the pile of clothes beside him. Meanwhile, Scott's eyes stayed trained on the dick languidly flopping out of the lightly-colored, curly pubes. Scott had caught a few glimpses of his best friend naked throughout the years, but this was the first time that he was allowed an unmitigated look at his cock. It looked as if it could have been carved from white marble; his entire body was a perfect shade of porcelain, as if he should be on display in an art museum. "So, Scott," he said, interrupting the man's appraisal, "you gonna go next or what?"
"Er, yeah, sorry, right," Scott said, wrenching his attention back to the task at hand. Derek looked at him hungrily, moving from his last conquest back to the hunt. Scott blushed, realizing that this situation may end up a bit awkward; in his admiration of his crush's body, Scott's cock had gotten hard.
Derek's eyes gleamed as he noticed the lump pulsating in Scott's lap. "Yeah," he added, "unless you wanna walk home, you gotta hand 'em over." Scott blushed even more deeply at the thought of walking the streets, alone, nearly naked, and hard now. He inhaled deeply, trying to focus on deflated his dick. This only made the problem worse, however, because he could smell nothing but the sweaty odor of his friend's body, making him even hornier. Resigning himself to his fate, he lifted his hips up and pulled the underwear down, first removing the strap from between his ass cheeks, then pulling the pouch down, letting his tanned cock slap his hard abs as he dropped them to his bare feet.
He avoided the gazes of the other two men, reaching down and blindly handing his thong over to Derek. His ignominy was multiplied by the fact that, in order to avoid both men's stares, he had to look down at his his own dripping hard on. The dark, cut head rubbed against his bellybutton as he measured his breathing, his low-hangers refusing to contract even in the embarrassing situation. Even he could smell the strong odor of precum wafting from his dick and combining with his own sweaty body as well as his friend's. The cab now reeked of sex.
Isaac sat up getting on all fours in the back seat so that he could lean in close to Scott's face. Derek enjoyed looking at his pale body with his ass stuck up in the air and his back bent, while Scott wrinkled his face at the smell of alcohol-breath in his face. "Scott," he drunkenly whispered. "Why is your dick hard?"
Turning his face toward the window, Scott bit his lip. He could see the scene behind him in the reflection on the window: Isaac's curly head was right behind his, the man's pale ass cheeks waving high in the air, and Derek was observing them both with an animal lust. "I dunno, I guess it's kinda because of... you?" Scott said, still watching the scene in the window. Isaac's big, doughy eyes got even wider as his sexy mouth turned downward contemplatively. Derek seemed to be not only enjoying the scene, but almost emotionally invested.
"Me?" Isaac asked, more to himself than Scott. He pointed a finger dangerously close to Scott's still raging erection, so close that Scott could feel the warmth of his hand. "You got that... because of me?"
"Yes, because of you, Isaac!" snapped Scott in reply, crossing his arms over his chest once more to cover the little brown nipples protruding from his thick pecs.
"So it's... my fault," Isaac stated. Scott watched his reflection shrug, then dip his head into Scott's lap. The tanned boy simply stared down in shock as he felt soft, warm lips wrap around his dick. His tongue swirled over the head, lapping up the cooling precum that had formed on it, then Isaac lowered down until the dick prodded the back of his throat and Scott's dark dusting of short-cropped pubes scratched against his nose.
"What are you doing?" Scott asked, looking down at the curly head of hair on his lap. Isaac mumbled in response, to drunk to realize Scott wouldn't be able to understand him while gargling the man's dick. Scott couldn't help a moan escaping his lips at the feeling of vibrations against his engulfed cock. Isaac started pumping up and down, getting a good rhythm going. Scott had gotten a few blowjobs before, but something about the combination of his long time crush, the unusually hot situation, and their observer made this feel unbelievable. He'd never experienced such ecstasy as when Isaac's lips slipped over the sensitive, tanned skin of his cock.
"Finger his ass," Derek said, making Scott look at him oddly. The muscular boy now noticed that their onlooker seemed to be quite enjoying their show. He'd unzipped his pants and pulled a long, thick cock out, stroking himself while watching the pair. Smiling, Scott slid a hand down Isaac's back, feeling his smooth, flawless skin. He settled on one of the boy's firm ass cheeks, giving it a little squeeze as he looked into Derek's hungry eyes. Slowly, his slid a finger up and down the boy's crack, tantalizing the voyeur. Finally, slipped a finger into the sweaty hole, easily sliding in. Derek jerked himself more fervently as Scott fingered his friend. Isaac contracted his hole in pleasure as Scott managed to find his prostate. Together, they pleasured each other for the enjoyment of their driver.
Eventually, Isaac came up for air, taking his mouth from the cock and jerking the impressive member with his hand while licking Scott's low-hanging nuts. As he did so, the muscular boy managed to lay down and slide between Isaac's legs, setting up a position to 69. His bare feet were pressed against the glass of the window as he lay on his back, staring at the pale dick swinging above him. Scott enjoyed the feeling of being even more exposed to his voyeur and his crush, his legs splayed in the air and opening his cheeks. The scent of his sweaty hole hit Isaac pungently, and he licked one of his fingers before slipping into the man beneath him. He put his mouth back on his cock, fingering him while giving him a blowjob.
Meanwhile, Scott's hard, tanned abs contracted for Derek's viewing pleasure as he leaned upwards to suck Isaac's cock. He eagerly wrapped his lips around the half-hard penis, his tongue darting into the foreskin and licking around to stimulate the head. It tasted better than most of the other cocks he'd had in his mouth before, soft and pleasantly damp with sweat. His hairy ballsack brushed against his nose as the member grew within his mouth. After a few quick deepthroats, Isaac's dick was at full glory. As he sucked and licked, Scott reached his long, brown fingers up to Isaac's puffy, pink nipples, tweaking and playing with them. Isaac moaned with joy as his sensitive nipples were stimulated. Scott moaned and his bronzed toes curled against the glass when Isaac managed to find his prostate.
Derek could barely believe how little provocation he'd needed to use in order to get the scene in front of him to unfold. Clearly there had been sexual tension between the two from the get-go. Now, two strangers were 69ing in the back of his cab. Scott's tanned, hard muscles provided the yin to Isaac's pale, lithe yang. The bronzed boy's hairy legs were splayed in the air, allowing Isaac's finger to slip into his ass while he swallowed the long dick. His abs were contracted and defined as he craned up to meet the fat cock protruding from Isaac's thick, full bush of light hair. His flat, pale stomach and smooth, flawless skin rippled as he moved in sync with Scott.
Having started first, Scott felt close to cumming. The finger pushing the jizz in his prostate as well as the lips sucking it out quickly proved too much for him. He lifted his hips high off of the seat, letting Derek see his perfect, tanned bubble butt as he shoved deep into a surprised Isaa'cs throat. With a few pelvic thrusts, Scott managed to shoot a thick wad into Isaac's throat. As his muscles contracted in ecstasy, Scott pulled harder on Isaac's nipples. This, paired with the sudden forcefulness of the cock being shoved down his throat sent Isaac over the edge. His hairy nuts contracted as he shot his load just onto Scott's lips. Most of his jizz managed to get into the boy's mouth, but a good bit dribbled from his plump lips. Slowly, they disentangled themselves from one another, the smell of jizz and fresh sweat filling the cab.
They looked at each other, realizing their job wasn't yet finished. Getting onto their knees on the cab floor, both boys looked squarely at Derek's thick, long dick. Taking the hint, the cabbie straddled the two front seats, giving the boys access to his member. Scott's full, jizz covered lips worked up and down the shaft while Isaac spent a moment fishing the man's balls out of his pants before swallowing them. They alternated between jobs, each giving a few good sucks on the man's cock before going on to lick his nuts. Bracing his hands against the headrests of either seat, Derek thrusted his hips back and forth, eager to meet each suck on his cock. Having already stroked himself, he came fairly quickly, shooting a load into Isaac's mouth. The boy dutifully swallowed the cum, proudly displaying his open mouth afterward.
They were are quiet for a moment. The two boys got back into their seats, their cocks quickly deflated. Derek stuffed his genitals into his pants, a satisfied smile on his face. "I guess I should take you boys home, huh?" he said.
"Well, we did pay," Scott reminded him with a jizz-covered smile.
They finished the ride to Scott and Isaac's shared residence, Derek finding a good place to stop less than a block from the apartment building. The sun had risen a while ago, and now the streets and sidewalks were fairly busy with morning traffic in the thriving city. "Alright boys, here you go, paid in full," Derek said with a wink in the rear-view mirror.
"Er- Derek?" Scott said, covering his junk as he looked out of the window at the passers by, who could see his naked body. "Could we have our clothes back?"
"But that was payment," Derek reminded him. "There's no free rides."
"I think we fairly compensated you," Isaac protested, thinking of the of the man's load of cum in his stomach.
"Oh, fine, I'll give you some of your clothes back," Derek said, acquiescing. He tossed the green tank top and cut-off band t-shirt back to the boys, which they gratefully put on. They sat still for a moment.
"Uh, Derek, the rest of our clothes?" Scott inquired.
"What about them?" Derek asked, arching a thick eyebrow.
"Well, we can't go out there in just shirts!" Scott said.
"I'm keeping the rest of your clothes, so I guess you're gonna have to. It's not a long walk," Derek said coolly. "And if you don't get out soon, I'm going to have to charge you those shirts, too."
The two boys looked at each other uneasily. Taking Derek's threat seriously, they both scooted out of Scott's side of the back seat. Isaac managed to pull the hem of the green tank top over his groin, gaining some modesty but pulling the back of the shirt up to expose his hard, pale cheeks. Scott's cut off shirt provided no modesty for anything below his nipples, completely exposing him to the crowd. Tightly wrapping his hands around his cock and balls, Scott and Isaac made a dash for their house, Scott's perfect bubble butt bouncing all the way. The throng of onlookers stared at the pair as they ran, their nearly-naked bodies totally on display. At one point, Scott tripped over his bare feet on the uneven pavement, and his hands flew out to balance himself. As a result, everyone who happened to be in front of him got a good look at his tanned, flaccid cock and his swinging low-hangers.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, the pair ran up the steps, their naked feet slapping the stone. At the door, Isaac happily reached for the handle. He paused for a moment, looking back at his friend. "Uh, Scott?" he said, his face contorted.
"What? Hurry up, people are staring at my ass!" the boy replied with a self-conscious look around.
"Uhm, we left our keys in our pants... in the cab," Isaac said, a blank look of disbelief on his face. "With Derek." Both boys watched the yellow cab slowly drive past, the Derek's chiseled face grinning at them before speeding off down the road.
**I'm sorry that it's been so long! It's that mid-way point in the semester where everything gets crazy, but I promise I'll try to keep up better!**
