The dispatcher sent me to the address in a hustle. He said the lady needed a cab real quick. It was way out on the south edge of town, ya know where the neighborhood strings along like it was a country road and not a city street? Way out there, man, in the fuckin' country where there ain't a return fare in a mile! Shit, I wouldn't live there for love nor money. Give me downtown where I know my way around, where the silverfoxes roam in the big Mall, ya know, that whole block across from City Center. Oh, God, there's this great program at the Mall now where they let the seniors in before the strores open up, and them hot ol' guys - and women, too - get in there and walk fast and jog and, hell, they do the whole circuit, and then they sit down at the tables near the front doors and scarf doughnuts and coffee and yammer at each other till it's time for the stores to open up, and then they go home. That's when I always pick up a fare. I aim for silverfoxes, naturally, but mostly the oldsters come in pairs and I got to pick up the wife as well as the guy. There was, however, this one old guy...I mean, HOT, like really HOT...who was always alone. I cruised him a coupla times and tried to pick him up as a fare, but he always waved me on with a nice smile and took off in a Mark IV he parked a good walk from the front of the Mall. I would just sit there sometimes watchin' his cute ass swing along. I got so hard once or twice I came right there on the spot. Messed up my shorts, all right! Good thing I do my own laundry. What would anybody think of a dirty fucker like me? Well. that was the problem, ya know. I wasn't really a fucker. Never fucked anybody in my life. Never wanted anybody but old men, and that's easier said than done, ya know what I mean? Never once wrapped my lips around an old man's dick! What I wouldn't give! Oh, fuckin' paradise, man! Fuckin' paradise! So then I got this radio call from the dispatcher that morning telling me some woman had to get to the airport real quick from way out there on the south edge of town. I took off like a bat out of hell - I mean, smokin', like "Smoky and the Bandit," hehe - and got to the house faster than if I was to meet myself comin' the other way, and what happened? Five minutes I waited, honkin' the horn, and the bitch didn't even come to the door! Mighty pissed after a drive like that, I got out of the cab and stomped up on the porch ready to ring the fuck out the bell when I saw the door was half open and a note was hangin' by a thumbtack: "Mister Cabbie," it said, "I hitched a ride with a neighbor. Will call you next time. Here's $5 for your trouble." I looked down. There was a five-dollar bill on the hallway floor. The tack hadn't gone in all the way. That made me feel a little better, but not much. The airport from there was a $25 fare. I swung down sort of pissed to pick up the fiver and lost my balance and fell to my knees. My pop used to say bad temper will get you every time. The old man never told me a lie! As I picked myself up, I thought I heard a snore. Speaking of my old man, it sounded just like him, that deep-chested snore only an old man snores sleeping on his back. I peeked into the living room, and oh, shit! Napping on an unfolded sofa bed was my silverfox from the Mall, spread out half-naked, wearing only a pair of scanty blue briefs! The sight took my breath away. My cock started its dance in my pants. I knew I was gonna blow! One more pair of shorts shot to hell! I don't know what came over me, but I yanked open my fly and dropped my pants to the floor. My pecker sprang out and damned if the ornery thing didn't spray cum across the whole fuckin' room and hit that silverfox on the tip of his nose! The rest of the cum splashed down at points in between, including a few puddles all over me. I had never shot a bigger load in my life. It drained me. I was so weak, I fell against the wall and slid right down to the fuckin' floor gasping for breath like an Olympic runner after a hundred-meter dash. I lifted my eyes to the silverfox. In that pregnant moment, he woke up. He touched his nose and wiped off the blob of cum. He turned his head toward my panting noises, but couldn't seem to focus on the source. I was struck by a frantic desire to haul ass and run, but before I could get to my feet, he snatched up his glasses from where they had fallen to the floor while he slept and put them on. "The cab driver from the Mall!" he cried. Oh, shit, I was finished, man! He knew exactly who I was. I didn't make a move. What would be the point? He looked me up and down. There I sat propped against his living room wall, my pants around my ankles, my limp pecker still oozing sauce, and with what could only be called a shit-eaten grin on my dumb face. It was laugh or cry. And that is what he did. I mean laugh, not cry. He laughed until I had to laugh with him, but finally I asked, "What's so funny, sir?" His face was red and streaked with tears. "I was just thinking, taxi man, that was the biggest sneeze in the history of the world. That is some nose you got down there!" I looked down at my dick and giggled. It sure had pumped out a load of snot! "This is one helluva moment for both of us," he went on. "I could lift up the phone and call the cops, thereby ruining your life, but also costing me the only opportunity I've ever had to walk through the door you just opened for me. Forget the cops. Let's work this out together. Is that OK with you?" I let out a sigh of relief and nodded my head to show I agreed. "I've wondered all my life what it would be like with a man," he continued. "My wife and my children don't have time for me anymore, after I gave all of myself to them. They have their own families now. I think that applies even to my wife. She cut me off from sex several years ago, and every year at this time runs off for a month to vacation with and fuck, I have found out, a younger man." The laughter was gone. He looked so serious, so sad, it just about broke my heart. I stood up to pull on my pants. "No, don't!" he said, "Take everything off. Stand over there and turn on the lamp. Just let me look at you for awhile. I must confess I was tempted to get in your taxi one time, but I was afraid....." "Afraid of what?" I asked. "I'm not sure," he said. "Not of you. More afraid of myself. That I might say something to make you kick me out of the cab or maybe beat me up." I winced. "I would never hurt you, sir. Maybe I would of jumped in the back seat and kissed you. The only thing I would of beat was...well...ya know what I mean." He grinned while I stripped off the rest of my clothes. I leaned against the wall and stood there while he looked at me. "Anything special I can do for you, sir?" I asked after awhile. He thought about it, then said, "Have you done this a lot?" "Never in my whole life," I had to confess, "with man or woman. I never wanted anybody but a man like you. Never have been with one before." He was surprised. "You don't mind my being a flabby old guy?" "Hell, sir," I laughed, "that's what turns me on!" "You sure are a beauty," he said, his eyes eating me up like I was a piece of candy. Nobody had ever looked at me that way before. I liked it. "Can you get hard again...after a sneeze like that?" he asked. I fingered my cock. "Well, sir, maybe if you...touch it...can ya do that?" He looked a little put off . "I don't think I could bring myself to do that just yet. Maybe you can play with it while I watch." It started to rise. He was so exciting that getting it up was no trouble for me. I looked at his briefs. The bulge was bigger at the crotch than before. I broke out in a sweat. I moved closer to the sofa. His eyes were on my dick. I'm left-handed, ya know, so with my right hand I just kinda brought it to rest on his bulge, bending a little at the knees so I could cup that sweet lump in my hand. "Oh!" he gasped, but he didn't push my hand away. Instead he lay back and closed his eyes. "Please...please put...your mouth on it." It didn't seem easy for him to say those words. I got down on my knees and pulled back his briefs. He had a beer-can cock. There was a blob of pre-cum on the tip. He moaned when I licked it off. His dick never quite hardened up, but it did puff up and get a little longer the more I worked on it with my tongue and lips. Because of the thickness, I had to open my mouth wide to get it all in, but he loved my lapping the sides with my tongue. His hands played with my ears. He liked to hold my face in both hands and stroke my cheeks. I was in fuckin' paradise. There had never been anything like this. I got into it so heavy, I straddled his legs on the sofa and really went to town. I pinched his nipples with both hands. My hard dick scraped against his legs. My pre-cum left pecker tracks on his shins. My balls knocked against his ankles. I could tell from his moaning that I'd turned him on, and he could tell from my humping his legs that my cum was on the way. He lifted my head away from his dick. "Sit on my chest," he whispered. "I want you to sneeze on my face again." We both giggled. I moved up so my balls were under his chin and jerked my meat faster with one hand as I felt the big blow coming on. I reached behind me with the other hand to squeeze and pull his beer-can wiener. His pre-cum made a sticky mess on my fingers, but it was as good as Vaseline for greasing down his dick. Just when I felt the first wad burble out of him, he grabbed my dick with one hand and rubbed my heaving belly with the other. He picked just the right moment. I sprayed all over his face. Cum ran in streams and dribbled down his chin. He fuckin' loved it, man! Meanwhile, my hand was filling with his cum. It never burst out, sort of burbled, like I said, but it was hot and coated my palm. I lifted my hand to my lips and licked the palm clean. It tasted a little like snot did when I was a kid and sometimes picked my nose, but it was silverfox cum. I could of drunk a quart. Guess I always was a dirty guy, hehe. After it was over, I could see him licking his lips. "This is not supposed to be safe," he said, " but since we've neither one been with anybody else, I guess it's OK. Beats my cooking any day!" "Hehe!" I chortled. "You ain't such a bad cook yourself, sir! Yours was finger-lickin' good!" He laughed out loud. "Plenty more where that came from. Maybe next time I'll even get hard!" I rolled off of him and sat up on the sofa bed at his feet. "I'll see to it, sir. With your wife away, I'll give you free taxi service for a month - as many rides as you can handle, and you don't even have to leave home!" He shifted and reached over to fondle my soft cock. "Hey, taxi man, I bet it wouldn't take much to make you sneeze again. Stay right where you are. Let the old man do the work." I closed my eyes and let him jerk my joint. It took longer that time, but when I came again, it was in the middle of a deep, long kiss. He asked me afterward to spend the night, which I did, tightly wrapped in his loving arms. The next morning, I gave him free taxi service to his morning run at the downtown Mall, then lied to the dispatcher about why he hadn't heard from me since the night before. "Well, I got this flat tire on that fuckin' country road and missed the fare, and it was so cold changing the tire, I got this sneezing fit and you know what? I sneezed so hard and so many times, I couldn't drive, use the radio or even phone!" The dumb fuck bought it. He gave me the day off. I picked up my baby after his run at the mall. "I got you some Kleenex," he said in the car, "in case you feel any sneezes coming on." I grinned at him in the rearview mirror. He was my kind of silverfox. THE END