What happened on the backseat of a taxi

Hi! Happy New Year to everyone!
Wow, what a weekend it was! My friends surprised me big deal the night we went to the club, I also think that they surprised themselves even more… Still Sunday began – the day we were invited to a family party (it’s not the point where to and by whom, so I won’t dwell on it). So, we ordered a taxi, as I didn’t want to take my car for that evening. Time passed by, we got prepared; I got elevated as always by Nick’s stiff naked body, but as we had no time at all I just tightened my jaws and told myself to wait till the evening. Nick saw my yearnings and smiled provocatively. ‘Dash it all!’ – I thought, but a phone-ring was like a cold shower on me. It was a girl from the taxi service, who said that our taxi’d arrived. And we went out.
So we settled in a taxi and started our way to the point of destination. The taxi-driver was a real blabber, he chatted about everything from his low salary up to the president’s wife and involved us into this senseless talk by asking silly questions. Still, it was fun, and we shared our views with pleasure. Besides, it had to be a long ride, and we were glad to busy ourselves instead of being bored.
So, I was arguing with the driver about some point, I can’t even remember which concretely, when an unexpected thing made me loose my thought – all of my thoughts to be direct. All of a sudden I felt Nick’s hand lay on my thigh and squeezed it softly.
As I was sitting right behind the driver, he couldn’t notice this Nicky’s move. At least I hoped so, as I had no strength to tell him to stop. I cleared my throat and tried to remember what I was talking about, but went silent again, when my friend’s hand made its way into my unzipped jeans and patted my tool through the boxes.
‘And what’s your opinion about gays?’ Nick asked all of a sudden, caressing my already hard tool. I gave him a look of horror – ‘What are you doing?!’ ‘Gays?’ – asked the driver. ‘Yep, gays, you know, pansy love, boys fuck boys and things like that.’ And he went on driving me crazy with his lusty hand. ‘I tell you what, it’s unnatural’, the driver started, ‘how can a man get pleasure from this stuff, I just can’t get it’. Nick chuckled and said ‘Really, may be we should ask Andrew?’ I could murmur just ‘I don’t know’ as Nick’s hand freed up my hard friend from the boxers to give ‘him’ a thorough attention. I didn’t get a single word from their further talk, as I plunged over head in the sexual delight Nick was giving to me. Nothing to say I was far from being bored on our way to the party.