train-ing
As usual, the train is packed. And as usual, I am hating it; dreading the fact that my work day ends in an hour long train trip home; sighing to myself that once I'm done at the gym, the most exciting thing I have to look forward to tonight is maybe Skyping a buddy in London and finishing the cheesecake. Hmmm... Not bothering to even look for a seat, I step into the carriage, clearing one doorway only to find myself hassled across the aisle into it's congested twin. I lean on the guard rail and dump my bag between my feet, shuffling it to safety, the train so full I could not bend to move it out of stepping range. Bleh...
With a high-pitched chirp and whizz, the doors slide shut, the train jerks away from the station. I select some tunes for the journey home, close my eyes and try to pretend I'm alone. It'll be a challenge, but every so often I can switch-off; I find one un-bustled minute that keeps the dream alive. And this train is running express through the next eight stations… After a minute or so, we, the passengers, are moving as one, swaying with the movement of the train as our individual stances combine to a collective balance; there is a definite release of tension in the carriage and I match it with my own long sigh and try to think of nothing. It's without much thought that I reach down to scratch my leg, a growing hot spot above my knee turning to a tickle; I recall it was only after I felt her hair I even realised I was itchy. Startled, I pull my hand back, and gawk down.
She's a studenty-looking alternate type, sitting cross-legged at my feet and staring back up at me, a full, glossed pout pouring long hot breaths over my leg. Her blonde her is mussed on a sharp part, her over-made up eyes colourless to me now, but she holds my gaze and shifts closer, her arse almost polishing my shoes. Confusion crosses my face, my heart thumps in my chest, puzzled words stuck in my throat… and my godamned dick decides to move. I press back against the guardrail, casting glances at my fellow travellers to see if anyone else thinks this odd, but all are zombified. And nails are running from my hip down my thigh… I catch my breath and clear my throat, reaching down and grab that harassing hand, my palms pulsing with heat… For fuck sake, if I was a chick this was happening to… Holding tight to her wrist, I frown her down, unwilling to call attention to my plight with any harsh vocalistions. She still looks back, haughty hint of a grin, dare on her tongue as it darts over her lips in a cheeky dance. My cock swells in a swift rush of blood, trapped on an uncomfortable angle into my underwear; I need to shift it before I get any harder - I can't take much more restriction. Sweating...
Like I thought, that small readjustment was the thing to bring it all undone. Within a second of touching my cock, she'd pressed her hand on mine, raising to her knees, face suddenly shoved into my crotch, nuzzling, teeth nipping at my zipper. Someone must be filming this… This has gotta be a joke. I release her hand, and grab to a rail, worried about my balance. The movement of this random young lady grabbing at my ever-thickening dick (please stop) has created a growing awareness amongst our fellow travellers; some glances are thrown my way, backs are turned as much as they can be. A disgusted 'tut' reaches my ears; when did the music stop? Surprisingly though, several passengers seem engaged in these proceedings and shift their position, circling us, informally fencing of this ridiculous sexual vortex with what I sense is encouragement.
Her face has not stopped against my crotch… I gasp a growl, her tongue is suddenly probing at my shaft, her hand reaching into my pants, releasing my meat. And I'm wide-eyed, stunned, raising my eyes to meet those of my fellow passengers; trying to see if anyone else understands… Her lips grip at the head of my cock, pulling long waves of blissful relief from my balls to my tip… I hiss an exhalation and drop my eyes to her just as that mouth opens. Without any thought I thrust at her face, prick eagerly jumping into the joys of that slimy pit. A welcoming moan meets my cock as it knocks against the back of her mouth, and her lips close around my meat, locking it home. I raise my eyes and try to breathe, my mind still 'what the FUCK?'…and before my eyes roll back in reflex, squeezing shut, I get a glimpse of genderless eye contact from another commuter, and I see pure desire.
Lost to the black, without sight, this almost becomes bearable. My focus is directed to only my dick; its sudden objective to release the aching load of angry jizz that's building in my balls. This primal mission brings a growl to my lips, and the disembodied mouth that I am slamming at responds with a shrill whimper of her own, my dick thrilling to the trill of her tongue, a pulse of adrenalised blood filling my fibres, my nuts tightening. My fingers lock into fine strands of hair, and I direct that mouth with my grip, increasing the speed of our thrusts. Her firm, gooey lips cushion my flesh… spit slides slow… suction pulls my cock from the base, muscular cheeks and tongue squeezing… I grip the bar harder.
'Next station, dude,' says a voice in my ear…
'Ohhh fffuck,' I reply, eyes opening to blink into the light. I look down to watch her, and still she gazes back, an eyebrow raised in a quick question, my flushed dick still moving at a quick and steady pace in her mouth.
'We gotta stop,' I tried to splutter, and even now don't know how much I said.
'You're fine, man,' says that voice. 'Just do it.'
'Mmmm, please,' a second and feminine voice chimes in. 'Please do it.'
'I want to,' I try to pant… I know I fucking HAVE to. The girl grabs my arse and grunts up my shaft, in no way willing to free me.
And the train is slowing; the rhythm lulling. There's a more attentive atmosphere, though, as passengers collect belongings and bid to farewells. And as my attention is briefly restored, I see plainly and for the first time that mine is not the only the only cock being primed to cum; I see two random pricks and sense others. I'm straight; I swear, but a pulse of pure power rules me when I see those dicks; is it cos they're hard for me?
'Farrrrrrrrk!' I swear at the ceiling. 'Jesus, fuck…'
The chick on my dick keens around me, fucking at me quicker.
And the train is pulling up; the station is here, the blurred crowd taking focus as we slow. And I look out, catching the glares of surliness or impatience of this generally unhappy herd. And I realise the door we are blocking is about to open and let these fuckers stampede on in…
A quick thinking wanker reads my minds and lunges at the door, just as the train hisses to a stop. The outside crowd moves forward anticipating the squeaking bleep that politely tells us to get the hell on or off. And there's the 'bleep', and there's the first person to start puzzling as to why the door won't open. The handy wanker drops his cock and commits to keeping the door closed, calling through the small gap that something's broken, yelling advice to move on. Some do, only to be replaced by those who've bustled to the doors wondering what's going on...
People punch on the door, red-faced and furious, demanding to be admitted, and
their blinks of recognition just serve to make me harder. When they see what's going on, it's me they look up to. I am the one impaling that mouth, fucking that face, drilling that dirty whore... I want into her throat. The expectant passengers are as insistent as my dick; they push and thrust towards the barred entrance, knocking against the door just as I constantly bang away at the top of her gag, knowing that reflex spasm will eventually weaken... her gullet will open.
My cock is blocking this carriage, just as it's about to block her throat...
My rigid tissues curve to aching as they bury themselves in her neck, and my long dick bends down, impaling her pretty, upturned face. The skin at my groin stretches to a slight burn, her nose her nestled in my pelvis, my nuts hang against her chin… The commotion outside the train dulls to a hushed chaos as a howl rips from my throat and I watch MY dick slide in and out of that impossible tightness. With every thrust, I watch her take that cock, messy, made-up eyes watering, face flushed, damp with spit and sweat… and then cum, as a glob from some random hits her cheek, runs down to drip of her jaw. She responds enthusiastically to the goo; her nails dig deep in my flesh, fingers pinning my arse reluctant to let my cock out of her mouth til it gets its gift… And I'm on the edge; every time she coughs and gags around my cock I get closer.
It's with a stumble I realise the train's moving on. Falling forward, I slide into her mouth to the root with a 'Gahhh!', her face fully stuffed into my crotch, her nose covered by my flesh, nostrils sucking in my skin as she tries to pant against me. The brakes release fully, the accelerator jerks us forward, and that final jab explodes in her neck… prick pulsing, pushing, pumping and producing a relieved gut full of orgasmic angst straight to her stomach. I shudder and blink, cock quivering the last of its spillage over her tongue as she slides me out.
'Oh my fucking god, I just came on a train,' I'm pretty sure I say.
And she replies with a quick back-handed swipe across her still grinning mouth, and as she cleans, another load lands roped across her pale hair, falling across her forehead like a fine tendril. I feel like brushing it gently from her face. She holds my eye proudly, and I feel her finger trail down my still stiff dick; it tickles. Smiling, I shove it back in my pants.
Cock finally away, I make a sensible decision, choosing to get off the train at the next station, and cab it the rest of the way home. This is somewhat settling, and the next ninety seconds are almost like nothing happened. She plugs a device into her ears and zones out. The other wankers are likely putting their penises away too. I don't look to check. I just gaze out the window wondering 'what the fuck?'
The train pulls in and I grab my bag, moving a step towards the door and being sure not to step on my little cross-legged cum-slut. She looks up, still smiling and lifts a hand in a wave.
Cock finally away, I make another sensible decision, taking her waving hand with a light tug.
'Cheesecake at my place. Let's go.'
With a high-pitched chirp and whizz, the doors slide shut, the train jerks away from the station. I select some tunes for the journey home, close my eyes and try to pretend I'm alone. It'll be a challenge, but every so often I can switch-off; I find one un-bustled minute that keeps the dream alive. And this train is running express through the next eight stations… After a minute or so, we, the passengers, are moving as one, swaying with the movement of the train as our individual stances combine to a collective balance; there is a definite release of tension in the carriage and I match it with my own long sigh and try to think of nothing. It's without much thought that I reach down to scratch my leg, a growing hot spot above my knee turning to a tickle; I recall it was only after I felt her hair I even realised I was itchy. Startled, I pull my hand back, and gawk down.
She's a studenty-looking alternate type, sitting cross-legged at my feet and staring back up at me, a full, glossed pout pouring long hot breaths over my leg. Her blonde her is mussed on a sharp part, her over-made up eyes colourless to me now, but she holds my gaze and shifts closer, her arse almost polishing my shoes. Confusion crosses my face, my heart thumps in my chest, puzzled words stuck in my throat… and my godamned dick decides to move. I press back against the guardrail, casting glances at my fellow travellers to see if anyone else thinks this odd, but all are zombified. And nails are running from my hip down my thigh… I catch my breath and clear my throat, reaching down and grab that harassing hand, my palms pulsing with heat… For fuck sake, if I was a chick this was happening to… Holding tight to her wrist, I frown her down, unwilling to call attention to my plight with any harsh vocalistions. She still looks back, haughty hint of a grin, dare on her tongue as it darts over her lips in a cheeky dance. My cock swells in a swift rush of blood, trapped on an uncomfortable angle into my underwear; I need to shift it before I get any harder - I can't take much more restriction. Sweating...
Like I thought, that small readjustment was the thing to bring it all undone. Within a second of touching my cock, she'd pressed her hand on mine, raising to her knees, face suddenly shoved into my crotch, nuzzling, teeth nipping at my zipper. Someone must be filming this… This has gotta be a joke. I release her hand, and grab to a rail, worried about my balance. The movement of this random young lady grabbing at my ever-thickening dick (please stop) has created a growing awareness amongst our fellow travellers; some glances are thrown my way, backs are turned as much as they can be. A disgusted 'tut' reaches my ears; when did the music stop? Surprisingly though, several passengers seem engaged in these proceedings and shift their position, circling us, informally fencing of this ridiculous sexual vortex with what I sense is encouragement.
Her face has not stopped against my crotch… I gasp a growl, her tongue is suddenly probing at my shaft, her hand reaching into my pants, releasing my meat. And I'm wide-eyed, stunned, raising my eyes to meet those of my fellow passengers; trying to see if anyone else understands… Her lips grip at the head of my cock, pulling long waves of blissful relief from my balls to my tip… I hiss an exhalation and drop my eyes to her just as that mouth opens. Without any thought I thrust at her face, prick eagerly jumping into the joys of that slimy pit. A welcoming moan meets my cock as it knocks against the back of her mouth, and her lips close around my meat, locking it home. I raise my eyes and try to breathe, my mind still 'what the FUCK?'…and before my eyes roll back in reflex, squeezing shut, I get a glimpse of genderless eye contact from another commuter, and I see pure desire.
Lost to the black, without sight, this almost becomes bearable. My focus is directed to only my dick; its sudden objective to release the aching load of angry jizz that's building in my balls. This primal mission brings a growl to my lips, and the disembodied mouth that I am slamming at responds with a shrill whimper of her own, my dick thrilling to the trill of her tongue, a pulse of adrenalised blood filling my fibres, my nuts tightening. My fingers lock into fine strands of hair, and I direct that mouth with my grip, increasing the speed of our thrusts. Her firm, gooey lips cushion my flesh… spit slides slow… suction pulls my cock from the base, muscular cheeks and tongue squeezing… I grip the bar harder.
'Next station, dude,' says a voice in my ear…
'Ohhh fffuck,' I reply, eyes opening to blink into the light. I look down to watch her, and still she gazes back, an eyebrow raised in a quick question, my flushed dick still moving at a quick and steady pace in her mouth.
'We gotta stop,' I tried to splutter, and even now don't know how much I said.
'You're fine, man,' says that voice. 'Just do it.'
'Mmmm, please,' a second and feminine voice chimes in. 'Please do it.'
'I want to,' I try to pant… I know I fucking HAVE to. The girl grabs my arse and grunts up my shaft, in no way willing to free me.
And the train is slowing; the rhythm lulling. There's a more attentive atmosphere, though, as passengers collect belongings and bid to farewells. And as my attention is briefly restored, I see plainly and for the first time that mine is not the only the only cock being primed to cum; I see two random pricks and sense others. I'm straight; I swear, but a pulse of pure power rules me when I see those dicks; is it cos they're hard for me?
'Farrrrrrrrk!' I swear at the ceiling. 'Jesus, fuck…'
The chick on my dick keens around me, fucking at me quicker.
And the train is pulling up; the station is here, the blurred crowd taking focus as we slow. And I look out, catching the glares of surliness or impatience of this generally unhappy herd. And I realise the door we are blocking is about to open and let these fuckers stampede on in…
A quick thinking wanker reads my minds and lunges at the door, just as the train hisses to a stop. The outside crowd moves forward anticipating the squeaking bleep that politely tells us to get the hell on or off. And there's the 'bleep', and there's the first person to start puzzling as to why the door won't open. The handy wanker drops his cock and commits to keeping the door closed, calling through the small gap that something's broken, yelling advice to move on. Some do, only to be replaced by those who've bustled to the doors wondering what's going on...
People punch on the door, red-faced and furious, demanding to be admitted, and
their blinks of recognition just serve to make me harder. When they see what's going on, it's me they look up to. I am the one impaling that mouth, fucking that face, drilling that dirty whore... I want into her throat. The expectant passengers are as insistent as my dick; they push and thrust towards the barred entrance, knocking against the door just as I constantly bang away at the top of her gag, knowing that reflex spasm will eventually weaken... her gullet will open.
My cock is blocking this carriage, just as it's about to block her throat...
My rigid tissues curve to aching as they bury themselves in her neck, and my long dick bends down, impaling her pretty, upturned face. The skin at my groin stretches to a slight burn, her nose her nestled in my pelvis, my nuts hang against her chin… The commotion outside the train dulls to a hushed chaos as a howl rips from my throat and I watch MY dick slide in and out of that impossible tightness. With every thrust, I watch her take that cock, messy, made-up eyes watering, face flushed, damp with spit and sweat… and then cum, as a glob from some random hits her cheek, runs down to drip of her jaw. She responds enthusiastically to the goo; her nails dig deep in my flesh, fingers pinning my arse reluctant to let my cock out of her mouth til it gets its gift… And I'm on the edge; every time she coughs and gags around my cock I get closer.
It's with a stumble I realise the train's moving on. Falling forward, I slide into her mouth to the root with a 'Gahhh!', her face fully stuffed into my crotch, her nose covered by my flesh, nostrils sucking in my skin as she tries to pant against me. The brakes release fully, the accelerator jerks us forward, and that final jab explodes in her neck… prick pulsing, pushing, pumping and producing a relieved gut full of orgasmic angst straight to her stomach. I shudder and blink, cock quivering the last of its spillage over her tongue as she slides me out.
'Oh my fucking god, I just came on a train,' I'm pretty sure I say.
And she replies with a quick back-handed swipe across her still grinning mouth, and as she cleans, another load lands roped across her pale hair, falling across her forehead like a fine tendril. I feel like brushing it gently from her face. She holds my eye proudly, and I feel her finger trail down my still stiff dick; it tickles. Smiling, I shove it back in my pants.
Cock finally away, I make a sensible decision, choosing to get off the train at the next station, and cab it the rest of the way home. This is somewhat settling, and the next ninety seconds are almost like nothing happened. She plugs a device into her ears and zones out. The other wankers are likely putting their penises away too. I don't look to check. I just gaze out the window wondering 'what the fuck?'
The train pulls in and I grab my bag, moving a step towards the door and being sure not to step on my little cross-legged cum-slut. She looks up, still smiling and lifts a hand in a wave.
Cock finally away, I make another sensible decision, taking her waving hand with a light tug.
'Cheesecake at my place. Let's go.'