What a night. After many months of lockdowns it was finally good to see my team at work for the yearly christmas party. My wife looked after the kids at home so I was able to let my hair down for once and sink a few beers in the city. More than a few actually. I was pretty boozed. Maybe I should have just got an uber home?
I decided to get the train instead though. It wasnt too far I guess, maybe half an hour? And a lot cheaper than an uber too.
So there I was, on the train just sitting there minding my own business, about 10 stops to go. I noticed a guy opposite me at that moment. He was staring at me. Then I noticed he was rubbing himself. Like, literally holding his crotch and stroking what was underneath. I knew what was underneath. And I could see it starting to rise through his pants. Uh, this was pretty uncomfortable. I looked further up the carriage and thought to myself I should move away from here. Far away as possible.
I started to get up and then I heard the guy loudly clear his throat which startled me. I looked down to see him slowly pull his cock out of his pants and leave it there. He looked right into my eyes, and licked his lips. I stopped in my tracks. Frozen for a moment, not believing what was unfolding right in front of my eyes.
He spat on his cock, and started rubbing his spit all over and around it. Stroking it. I could hear the squelching noises as he stroked, his dick getting harder and harder.
'Come on, I know you want it' he said. 'I can see it in your eyes'.
What the fuck could he see in my eyes?! I was a married man with a family, and definitely not gay. Sure Id had some wild fantasies now & again but nothing I would ever follow through with. How could my eyes say anything different?
My heart was racing. My mouth went dry, and I swallowed hard.
I looked up the carriage again. There were a few people further up, but not that close. Surely they would have seen what this guy was doing.
I heard him spit on his cock again, and continue to stroke, then he stopped & spoke again. 'There, Ive set myself up for you & Im ready to go when you are.'
I couldnt speak. I tried to mumble something but nothing came out.
I was fixated on his cock, couldnt stop looking at it. The more I stared the more I began to want it. Why did I have these feelings? I dont understand, I should be on the other end of the train by now, or reporting this sick fuck. But something kept me there. Like some sort of divining rod. A divining rod that I wanted to put in my mouth.
Like under some sort of a trance, I walked over to where he was sitting and knelt down in front of him.
'There you go' he said. 'There's a good boy'. 'Now suck', as he held the back of my head and lowered it onto his cock. Pushing it all the way in.
It hit the back of my throat, and just before I could gag he pulled it straight back out, and then pulled me straight back onto him again. He repeated this to perfection, timing it so he would ram hard into me but pull out quick enough so I could catch air and come back for more. I could hear him moan and groan, in between the slobbering sucking noises that I was making by bobbing up & down on him.
'Your mouth feels so good' he said, 'I want to fuck it all day' as he pulled me back onto him.
