I found myself on the 5am train from DC to New York once again. Alone, quiet. I always sit in the cafe car so I can spread out and I almost always have it entirely to myself. This particular morning, I was caught off guard when a tall, quite handsome stranger rushed on at the last second. He was younger than me -- maybe 27 or 28 -- wearing a tailored navy suit and blue oxford. 'Must work on Capitol Hill,' I thought. He was clearly straight, but at least he would be fun to look at.
His sandy brown hair was a mess in that boyish way that shows he woke up just in time for a shower and not much else. He shoved his bag in the overhead bin across the aisle from me and casually slid off his jacket. From what I could tell, he had about 2 inches on me, probably 6'2 or 6'3. Broad shoulders. Big arms. Just a touch of a belly. Obviously very strong, but not necessarily ripped. 'So you work out, but not just for 'pretty' muscles.'
He glanced up at me as he sat down. I realized I was staring but for a moment it was hard to look away from his striking blue eyes. He was very tan, but the stubble along his chiseled chin was an even lighter brown than his hair - nearly blonde. The contrast was beautiful. I paused for a moment on his supple, pink lips, then he broke the spell with a slight nod my way. I nodded back and forced myself to look back down at my laptop.
Over the next thirty minutes, I exercised extreme willpower, only stealing glances here and there as he peered out the window with his Airpods in. Eventually, he got up to get some coffee from the cart and I couldn't help but notice how much his slacks stretched across his round, firm ass. I felt my own pants tighten a bit. I was wearing jeans so having a boner wasn't exactly comfortable -- especially since I'm equipped with a rather plump 7 inch member. It slowly stretched down my left pants leg, fighting for room against my large muscled thigh and hefty ball sack.
I took this opportunity to reposition myself so as to be more comfortable, but also get a better look below this lovely man's waist once he sat back down. When he returned, we briefly made eye contact again before he sat back down and looked out the window. He then adjusted in his seat ever so slightly so that his knees were pointed my direction. Without looking at me, and to my astonishment, he slowly spread his legs and gave me a full view of his perfect, rather large, bulge. 'What are you playing at?'
My attempt to get any work done was officially lost, but I continued to pretend like I was working on the email I'd been writing for what seemed like hours. Every couple of minutes, I'd steal a glance at his bulge, and nearly every time, I'd catch the slightest side-eye as he reached down to adjust himself while I stared. 'You're loving this.'
As the sun began to rise, we continued our unspoken game until eventually the stranger got up to go to the bathroom. I suddenly realized how badly I also had to pee. 'I can't follow right after him. How awkward would that be. This is probably all in my head and he's actually freaked out that I've been staring at his crotch for over an hour.'
He was gone for a while. 10 minutes went by and still no sign of him. I began fidgeting in my seat trying to ease the pain in bladder. 'Where are you? What are you doing?' I finally couldn't take it any longer. I got up and knocked on the door.
He slid the door open immediately and said, "Sorry dude, needed to, um, freshen up a bit. She's all yours." We each turned sideways to slide past each other in the doorway, face to face. It was a tight squeeze and suddenly I noticed that our crotches were touching...and I was sporting a pretty decent chub. He grinned slyly, "Nice, man." Then he ever so slightly pushed his hips forward into mine. 'If I'm not mistaken, there's at least a half chub down there too. Or he's just hung. Or both.'
He vacated the doorway and I slid the door shut behind him. I locked the latch, then after a moments pause, unlocked it. I walked to the toilet to relieve myself, an uncomfortable feat since I was very nearly hard. That's when I heard the door open again, slide back shut, and lock. I froze with anticipation, breaking out in a cold sweat with a hollow feeling in the depths of my stomach.
I felt the stranger's hand slide across my chest from behind me and then he pressed his bulging package against my ass. My heartbeat quickened and I could feel the hair stand up on my neck. Peering over my left shoulder, he whispered in my ear, "Nice hog. Let me help you out there."
His other hand reached around my waist and gently grasped my cock with just a couple of fingers. I let go with my own hand and felt the blood push it to it's full length as I finished my piss. As soon as I was done, he wrapped the rest of his hand around my shaft and began slowly pumping his fist. I took a deep quivering breath and let out a moan as I laid my head back on his right shoulder.
"Is this okay?" He asked. I simply nodded.
He started pumping faster. I could feel his breath hot and moist against my neck as his cock grew more and more against my ass crack. 'My god, how big is it?'
He let go and spun me around, kissing me passionately and rough, his stubble rubbing against my cheeks as he flicked my tongue with his. He pulled off my shirt and I unbuttoned his. His chest was beautiful, massive pecks covered with curly, light brown hair. My hands searched around all over his torso and I kissed him back with vigor. I broke away to bend down and lick and suck his pink nipples. He groaned, took a step back against the wall, and shoved my head down lower. I fell to my knees, face to face with his crotch. The large head of his cock was fully visible through his trousers, looking as though it was going to bust through any second. I literally gulped as I undid his belt and pulled his pants down to is ankles. I paused at the huge imprint of his package showing through his skin-tight boxer briefs, covered in drops of precum. Without even seeing it in all it's glory, I could tell it was going to be a lot to handle.
