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Yerevan, Armenia.
It was 11:00 am. I'd finished a beer with a guy I'd met a few days earlier in Yerevan, and my feet, which were already aching from walking around the city, decided they couldn't take it anymore. So, I did what I almost never do when I travel: take a taxi. It wasn't that far, but from the other side of the city center, and at that hour, it was like a breeze.
When I got into the taxi, he texted me the address in the chat. To do so, I loaded the translator with Russian already downloaded, so we could talk and translate everything together. It wasn't far, not that difficult, and the guy seemed pretty comfortable. He even had Eurovision music playing, which he'd played Chanel after mistakenly suspecting I was Spanish. Everything was normal and folksy up to this point.
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Then I noticed, next to the gearshift, one of those masturbation toys, a fleshlight, just like the one I've recommended some people buy on my OnyFans. I looked at him, and he looked at me with a somewhat uneasy look. So, to tell him to relax, I wrote in the translator that I had one of those at home.
From then on, the dynamic changed. In an almost intuitive and innocent way, I told him with my hands that I was jerking off too. It's the way it is, because when you don't know the language, gestures say more than words. And of course, the translator is that infallible weapon that helps make everything more flexible, because when I put the microphone on him, he tells me he has an extra one too. For a second, I was naive and didn't know what he meant, but then I realized there was a possible intention: why would a taxi driver have two fleshjacks in his car? I looked at him, and while he was driving, with his free hand, he made the same jerk-off gesture I had made.
Yes, he was inviting me to jerk off. But there was a small, tiny problem: he had already arrived at my front door. So, he parks the taxi and texts me in the chat that he knows a place, somewhat remote on the outskirts of the city, where we might be fine. There are others, but sometimes the police show up, but as long as we're in the car, we're fine.
At that moment, what do you do? Do you let yourself go, or does the fear of being in a different country, so restrictive for these things, get the better of you? But what could happen? Two "friends" jerking off in a car doesn't qualify as "gay," does it? Does it depend on the police officer?
All that in a second. In the same second I said yes.
We arrived. He turns off the car, we push back the seats, and he takes the second toy out of a bag. We looked at each other, as if wanting to see who would dare first, which, the adrenaline of the moment, made me take the first step: I unzipped my zipper and whipped out my dick in front of him. I took the toy and started licking it, then sliding it in. Just as I turned my face, I realized he was doing the same with his.
![Captura de pantalla 2025-07-22 a las 1.07.49.png]( "Captura de pantalla 2025-07-22 a las 1.07.49.png")
I was hard. No, more than that: totally hard. My dick was bursting, especially since I had the cockring on because I was hoping to get some action with the guy that night, but things didn't work out. But because of those things that inexplicably happen, I was jerking off to a taxi driver on a city street. His dick was incredibly thick; you could see how he couldn't stop penetrating me when he inserted the sex toy, and how he moaned while doing so. It made me even more horny to think that this was his social outing, that he did it frequently in his car, that he masturbated while working: one of those guys like me.
I took my phone and signaled to him, asking if I could record it, to which he surprisingly agreed. From here, things got incredibly kinky: the horniness just kept growing. I filmed him jerking off and spreading his legs, and I looked at him approvingly, as if to tell him he was doing a magnificent job. All without words, all with gestures, panting, and sweat.
He reached out, without restraint, with his hand. Yes, he threw his hand directly onto my toy and started masturbating me. He smiled, as if he knew exactly what he was doing, while he moved his own at the same speed. I could tell the heat inside the car was rising, and that we were going to make the windows worse. I looked around, a little scared, and if I saw a siren flashing in the distance, I would panic and pull up my pants. But he, who obviously knew what he was doing, told me everything was fine again with his gestures. That made me feel very comfortable. Even though I'd rolled down the window a bit to breathe, and someone very curious could look inside and see us, the tinted windows and the agitation between us were too much.
That's when I went all out. I grabbed his dick and, in an instant, masturbated him like I do in the tutorials. With my thumb, I massaged the tip, while with my other fingers I squeezed and let go. I felt him pull back and moan, not expecting him to finish yet. I just wanted to enjoy it.
![Captura de pantalla 2025-07-22 a las 1.06.11.png]( "Captura de pantalla 2025-07-22 a las 1.06.11.png")
I was so excited about the moment down to the last detail. It was so much so that when I saw he was at his peak, I took the toy away and went straight to sucking his dick. Thick, one of those that can be deceiving when you see it for the first time: since he's a big guy, at first glance it was one thing, but having it in my mouth was another. He grabbed me with his hand and without hesitation, buried it all the way down my throat, thrusting again and again while I sweated with pleasure, finally leaving it covered in saliva, ready to continue jerking off.
I was already sweating all over, balls, ass, cock. My hand moved to touch myself, and his, seeing the moment, did nothing but join me in the same. Taking out his phone, he put on porn to distract us, and I, somewhat freaked out, kept looking to the sides so no one would catch us. But what was going to happen? On the screen, scenes of actors being bathed in milk played, while here, a passenger and a taxi driver did nothing but masturbate each other as if they had a relationship of trust prior to the events. It was so much that I couldn't control myself, and I began to warn with my body that the cum was running down my penis. I couldn't control it anymore. He drank a cup of coffee and, to avoid making a mess—or to avoid leaving any evidence—he drank all of my semen in it. It wasn't but a matter of minutes before, with such a scene, with his fingers still soaked with the sweat from my legs and fantasizing about who knows what moment, he did exactly the same thing and came.
We breathed.
We looked at each other side by side, as if to say, "We did so well." We pulled up our pants, wiping off with a damp towel no evidence remained of that Armenian adventure. On the way home, as I stroked his hand with mine, he told me in the chat that he was a Real Madrid fan, smiling.
A hug, a quick hug, and goodbye.
It was 11:00 am. I'd finished a beer with a guy I'd met a few days earlier in Yerevan, and my feet, which were already aching from walking around the city, decided they couldn't take it anymore. So, I did what I almost never do when I travel: take a taxi. It wasn't that far, but from the other side of the city center, and at that hour, it was like a breeze.
When I got into the taxi, he texted me the address in the chat. To do so, I loaded the translator with Russian already downloaded, so we could talk and translate everything together. It wasn't far, not that difficult, and the guy seemed pretty comfortable. He even had Eurovision music playing, which he'd played Chanel after mistakenly suspecting I was Spanish. Everything was normal and folksy up to this point.
Then I noticed, next to the gearshift, one of those masturbation toys, a fleshlight, just like the one I've recommended some people buy on my OnyFans. I looked at him, and he looked at me with a somewhat uneasy look. So, to tell him to relax, I wrote in the translator that I had one of those at home.
From then on, the dynamic changed. In an almost intuitive and innocent way, I told him with my hands that I was jerking off too. It's the way it is, because when you don't know the language, gestures say more than words. And of course, the translator is that infallible weapon that helps make everything more flexible, because when I put the microphone on him, he tells me he has an extra one too. For a second, I was naive and didn't know what he meant, but then I realized there was a possible intention: why would a taxi driver have two fleshjacks in his car? I looked at him, and while he was driving, with his free hand, he made the same jerk-off gesture I had made.
Yes, he was inviting me to jerk off. But there was a small, tiny problem: he had already arrived at my front door. So, he parks the taxi and texts me in the chat that he knows a place, somewhat remote on the outskirts of the city, where we might be fine. There are others, but sometimes the police show up, but as long as we're in the car, we're fine.
At that moment, what do you do? Do you let yourself go, or does the fear of being in a different country, so restrictive for these things, get the better of you? But what could happen? Two "friends" jerking off in a car doesn't qualify as "gay," does it? Does it depend on the police officer?
All that in a second. In the same second I said yes.
We arrived. He turns off the car, we push back the seats, and he takes the second toy out of a bag. We looked at each other, as if wanting to see who would dare first, which, the adrenaline of the moment, made me take the first step: I unzipped my zipper and whipped out my dick in front of him. I took the toy and started licking it, then sliding it in. Just as I turned my face, I realized he was doing the same with his.
I was hard. No, more than that: totally hard. My dick was bursting, especially since I had the cockring on because I was hoping to get some action with the guy that night, but things didn't work out. But because of those things that inexplicably happen, I was jerking off to a taxi driver on a city street. His dick was incredibly thick; you could see how he couldn't stop penetrating me when he inserted the sex toy, and how he moaned while doing so. It made me even more horny to think that this was his social outing, that he did it frequently in his car, that he masturbated while working: one of those guys like me.
I took my phone and signaled to him, asking if I could record it, to which he surprisingly agreed. From here, things got incredibly kinky: the horniness just kept growing. I filmed him jerking off and spreading his legs, and I looked at him approvingly, as if to tell him he was doing a magnificent job. All without words, all with gestures, panting, and sweat.
He reached out, without restraint, with his hand. Yes, he threw his hand directly onto my toy and started masturbating me. He smiled, as if he knew exactly what he was doing, while he moved his own at the same speed. I could tell the heat inside the car was rising, and that we were going to make the windows worse. I looked around, a little scared, and if I saw a siren flashing in the distance, I would panic and pull up my pants. But he, who obviously knew what he was doing, told me everything was fine again with his gestures. That made me feel very comfortable. Even though I'd rolled down the window a bit to breathe, and someone very curious could look inside and see us, the tinted windows and the agitation between us were too much.
That's when I went all out. I grabbed his dick and, in an instant, masturbated him like I do in the tutorials. With my thumb, I massaged the tip, while with my other fingers I squeezed and let go. I felt him pull back and moan, not expecting him to finish yet. I just wanted to enjoy it.
I was already sweating all over, balls, ass, cock. My hand moved to touch myself, and his, seeing the moment, did nothing but join me in the same. Taking out his phone, he put on porn to distract us, and I, somewhat freaked out, kept looking to the sides so no one would catch us. But what was going to happen? On the screen, scenes of actors being bathed in milk played, while here, a passenger and a taxi driver did nothing but masturbate each other as if they had a relationship of trust prior to the events. It was so much that I couldn't control myself, and I began to warn with my body that the cum was running down my penis. I couldn't control it anymore. He drank a cup of coffee and, to avoid making a mess—or to avoid leaving any evidence—he drank all of my semen in it. It wasn't but a matter of minutes before, with such a scene, with his fingers still soaked with the sweat from my legs and fantasizing about who knows what moment, he did exactly the same thing and came.
We breathed.
We looked at each other side by side, as if to say, "We did so well." We pulled up our pants, wiping off with a damp towel no evidence remained of that Armenian adventure. On the way home, as I stroked his hand with mine, he told me in the chat that he was a Real Madrid fan, smiling.
A hug, a quick hug, and goodbye.
