The driver saw through everything.

He exited the station, hailed a taxi, and asked where he lived.
The driver told him the address and sat down, making him feel an even stronger sensation inside him.
The two sat on the back. He usually rode a bicycle to take the subway; the journey to his place was about twenty minutes.
He kept his head down, while the man beside him seemed to be in a very good mood, speaking in a relaxed tone, asking him about his usual commute, his job, and other such questions.
Halfway through the conversation, in the darkness, he saw the man's hand reach into his pocket. Suddenly, a low vibration accompanied by a tingling sensation came from within him. He widened his eyes and glanced at the man.
The moment their eyes met, his heart sank heavily. He immediately lowered his head again, clenching his fists. His voice was so loud… was it too loud? What if the driver heard…? But it felt so good… what to do? He was erect.
“Are you two colleagues?” the driver suddenly asked. He was a friendly middle-aged man.
"No. It's an old friend. We happened to run into each other on the tram today, so I decided to go to his house for a visit." "Oh! An old friend? The chances of meeting on the tram are so low." "Yeah, after chatting for a bit, we discovered that we take the same tram every day, and we only just recognized each other today." The man chatted in his usual tone. Listening to the man's voice, he realized that he also spoke in this way. The vibration in his body suddenly intensified. He shook his body. It was so loud, a buzzing sound. He should chat a little longer so no one could hear him... "What a coincidence! Are you two classmates?" "Not really." "Then..." "Haha, a twisted fate, that's hard to say." In the darkness, the man's hand climbed up his thigh, slowly moving towards his crotch, stroking his thigh back and forth. He nervously tried to close his legs, but his body wouldn't move. Plus, the thing inside him kept stimulating his body. He was expectant, he wanted, please... Through his pants, the man's hand approached the already bulging area, but he deliberately didn't touch it. His large palm wandered around the base of his thigh.
"Hahaha, it must be something like 'no fight, no friendship' or something." "How should I put it, it's a bit like a master-servant relationship." "Exactly, students are prone to this, there's always someone leading the way without them even realizing it." "Yeah. But some people are just born liking to be manipulated." The word "manipulated" made his ears burn.
Huh—that hand moved away from his thigh, the index finger and thumb approaching that slightly protruding area, grabbing the zipper, no, no… "Yeah, hahaha, it's what people call a masochistic type, right?" "If there are sadists, there must be masochists. That's what makes society balanced." The zipper, with the man's gentle tug, slowly slid down.
Sweat streamed down his cheeks, he swallowed, the buzzing in his body still making it hard for him to hear other people's voices clearly, but the sound of the zipper reached his ears clearly.
"So, sir, which of you two is the sadist and which is the masochist?" the driver laughed heartily.
“Well…maybe he just enjoys being bullied.” He slipped his hand inside the crotch opening of the boxer shorts, precisely seizing his prey.
“Hahaha, sir, aren’t you going to object? Your good friend said you’re a masochist.” “…” He squinted sadly. The driver’s seat back was a little blurry. He was about to say something, right? Was he talking to me?
But all he felt was the coldness of his exposed lower body against the air.
“He just drank too much. So it’s okay to talk bad about him.” The man continued in his relaxed tone.
“You really do have a knack for bullying, haha.” His lower body was suddenly gripped tightly. He gasped, almost crying out.
“Yeah. I love bullying this guy.”
Chapter Six:
How pleasant.
It was rare to have such a pleasant conversation with the driver in a taxi.
His right hand held the remote control for the vibrator, adjusting it to his mood. Pushing it forward made the guy next to him stiffen even more, pushing it back made him loosen up a bit. His left hand held the guy's private parts, which, being exposed, actually excited him; he was drooling, getting his hands all over them.
"Almost there," the driver's cheerful voice reminded him again.
"Mm." He released the man's lower body. Poor guy, he'd wanted to give him an orgasm, but getting someone else's car dirty was too much trouble.
"Excuse me, do you have any toilet paper?" he asked.
The guy next to him remained stiff. The driver considerately handed him a tissue box. He pulled out a few tissues to wipe his hands, and the guy hurriedly zipped up his pants.
Suddenly, the guy let out a low moan and bent over. Of course, the man had maliciously turned the vibrator back on, pushing it to the maximum.
"What's wrong? Don't throw up, this is someone else's car." How pleasurable, acting out this, playing with a stranger. Oh right, he didn't even know the name of his pet.
"Do you need a vomit bag?" The driver was also nervous.
"...I'm fine, thank you." Oh, the little pet spoke up. It was rare to hear his voice; so this was what it sounded like. The man's heart raced again.
The car stopped, the man paid the fare, and helped the guy next to him out of the car. The driver also got out and asked if he needed any help. The man shook his head and refused, saying thank you.
The driver stood aside, took out his phone, and muttered to himself, "That's strange..." "What's wrong?" The man was more enthusiastic than usual today, even showing concern for the taxi driver.
"I just heard my phone vibrating. I thought someone was calling. Check if your phones are vibrating." "Oh, okay, thank you." He smiled meaningfully. "Is it your phone?" He turned to ask the guy next to him.
The other didn't answer, still looking down.
"Strange, maybe I misheard." "Yes, driver, you haven't been drinking, have you? Drunk driving is dangerous." He turned off the toy.
"Hahaha, I haven't." The man watched the driver leave before turning back.

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