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Working in the trendy old town district can have its perks with the endless amounts of eye candy during the farmer's market season and when the summertime rolls around, guys are constantly walking around shirtless showing off their worked out hipster bodies, but then there's the treatcherous long train ride home.
It takes me close to two hours just to get home from the city because I can't really afford to live downtown and my parents are a little more than scared to let their youngest boy out in the world yet. I don't know why, though...it's not like I'm young or anything. I just turned 19 and for all intents and purposes I'm a grown man. It's funny to me that they won't let me out on my own, yet they'll allow me to ride a train back and forth to the city for two hours each way just to save money.
I guess I can't really blame them for wanting to save money, as a matter of fact, I should thank them after what happened to me tonight.
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It was about 8:30 and I had just gotten off the bus at the train station. I have about a six minute window to get from the bus to the train to make it home on time. There's another train after the one I usually catch, but it is at least thirty minutes difference in departure. Risking it by taking a quick piss or not keeping a joggers pace to the platform can really fuck up my timing. I've missed my train a couple of times and had to literally come home at one in the morning.
Thankfully, I didn't miss the train this time. I got on and headed straight for the last car. It's my favorite car because you can watch everything ahead of you as well as relax on the daybed-style seats. There's usually a couple of people floating about on the car, but tonight there was only one other person. He looked alright, a little like some sort of business man. He was wearing a gray long sleved polo and some tan khakis with those wallabee shoes. He wasn't sitting far from me, but he was in the chair that faces the opposite direction, so he was basically facing me.
After settling into my area and popping in my iPhone earbuds I sorta started staring around the room. Checking out the nothingness that was this train car. My peripheral caught a bit of movement coming from the other guy. I looked at him and he clearly looked sleep. He was slumped a little in his seat with his legs cocked open. I took a little time to examine him, as any horny gay teen would do. His age was a little hard to tell because he had a definite 5 'o clock shadow, but looked kind of "baby faced." He was in decent shape; his chest made the pique knit polo stretch to fit and his nipples poked out...I guess he was cold. Traveling down, I could only help but notice that there was quite a massive bulge parting the man's thick thighs. No definition like cock outline or anything like that, but there was most likely alot going on in that department.
Since he was the only thing of interest on my ride home, minus the wi-fi and porn videos stored on my laptop, I decided to keep watch on Mr. Business Casual hottie. For the first jaunt he just slept quietly. No movements and no waking up. The cab was shaking alot yet he wasn't phased at all...so I decided to up my ante. I moved from my station to his. I sat in the chair directly across from him and continued to watch him sleep. Upon closer inspection of the guy, he was alot hotter than I thought. Probably in his late thirties and definitely a "daddy" type. His chest was very big as was the bulge that I was watching from across the car. When I got up close to him, I could make more of it out and it was nice. I could make out the head of his cock pressing gently against his center seam and it almost seemed like it was growing larger as I stared from up close. We hit a bump and he kind of jumped a bit. It startled him and the fact that I was sitting across from him gave him another quick start.
I nodded to him, smiled and pretended to go back to playing some game on my phone and he seemingly went back to sleep. This time instead of sitting as he was before, he shifted himself so that he was facing me a little on the diagonal...giving me a better look at his junk. Absent mindedly, he grabbed at his bulge, adjusting himself. Once he did that, it was noticable that he was getting excited. In a matter of seconds his piece was snaking up the side of his inner thigh and filling out quite nicely. The view was quite priceless and was inspiring my meat to expand as his was. I had to adjust myself a couple of times watching his cock grow in his khakis. Nothing else happened for a couple of minutes, his cock just stayed against his thigh, stretching the cotton material that covered it. I could tell it was thick and the head was totally visible at this point. It took everything in my young power to stop myself from touching the growing shaft.
On the train, at about an hour into the ride, the conductor dims the lights for those who need to rest and it was at that point that the real action started. The lights weren't even dim for a minute before Mr. khaki pants started groping his prong. He was awake and staring at me clearly aware that we had the same idea on both of our minds. His eyes were like a clear ice blue and they were piercing into mine. "I showed you mine, are you gonna show me yours?" Mr. Daddy says with a whisper. It took me by surprise, but I had already begun to rub my own boner while we were riding along so I happily obliged him. I'm pretty happy with my ginger-haired boner. With 6 1/2" of Irish American sausage, I've never really had any complaints...well, I mean, I've only been with two people ever and they were both virgins so I guess I'm doing alright. As I pulled mine out he smiled and winked at me. His cock flexed hard against his thigh as he watched me stroke myself in the dim light. "I wanna see yours now" I said staring directly into his eyes.
"Alright, baby...but if I show you you gotta make it cum. Okay?"
"Fine with me!"
"You're gonna be my boy for this train ride, okay?"
"Yeah...yeah."
"Come here and pull it out for daddy, okay boy?"
I got on my knees in the cramped space between the two chairs and started to grope his leaking cock in his pants. His low moans and growls worked in collaboration with the way his cock flared. It was truly a hot experience just touching his penis. I was so worked up that it was a little difficult to fish his cock out but when I did, I was greeted with a fat uncut sausage and a quick squirt of precum right onto my cheek. With my hand hardly closing around the base, there was still at least three inches not covered by my fist. Without thinking, I took the head into my mouth. It was big. Huge. It filled my mouth by itself. I had to start pushing to get more of it in. Of course, he loved the fact that his massive piece was a task to handle and he just got harder. Surprisingly, no one even tried to walk in on us the entire time; which was good because at the rate we were going, we'd be full on porno style in no time.
"God, boy you suck cock good...I can feel your tonsils!"
"mmmphrm..."
"UNGH! Oh damn, boy. Swallow that head. That's right."
*suck suck suck*
"Uuuugggghhhh...mmmmboy that's a good boy."
*The next stop is Bay City. Next stop, Bay Forest. All passengers must exit the train*
We had been going at it for so long it was almost time for me to get off the train. I was afraid that he wasn't gonna cum and I would be left without a reward for working that cock so hard. I could feel the train slowing down to a coast meaning that we were almost at the stop, right at that same time, Mr. Daddy was ready to blow. As the conductor applied the brakes to the train, he stood up and forced my head back against the adjacent seat and his cock down deep into my throat. His groans were vibrating his whole body and his convulsions shook me with him. I could taste his sweet cum emptying into my mouth as I tried to swallow and swallow. We finished as the doors to the train opened up where my parents stood patiently waiting for me to exit.
I shuffled up off the ground and ran to get my things from the back of the car. When I walked past Mr. Daddy, I noticed something flashing on the side of his belt. It was a badge. Mr. Daddy was a plainclothes train martial and the reason why no one interrupted us while we did what we did. As I passed him, pretending that I didn't see the badge, he grabbed my ass and whispered, "Thanks for keeping me company, baby."
My parents asked me why I was so disheveled looking and I mumbled something about falling asleep. "I'm glad they have those deputy martials riding the trains too because someone could've robbed you!" my dad quips before my mom interrupts, "next time, just be more careful about what you do with yourself on the train, honey."
"Oh, I will," I replied as I watched Mr. Daddy walk to his marked cruiser in the station parking lot. He gave me a wink before he flipped his siren on and drove off.
It takes me close to two hours just to get home from the city because I can't really afford to live downtown and my parents are a little more than scared to let their youngest boy out in the world yet. I don't know why, though...it's not like I'm young or anything. I just turned 19 and for all intents and purposes I'm a grown man. It's funny to me that they won't let me out on my own, yet they'll allow me to ride a train back and forth to the city for two hours each way just to save money.
I guess I can't really blame them for wanting to save money, as a matter of fact, I should thank them after what happened to me tonight.
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It was about 8:30 and I had just gotten off the bus at the train station. I have about a six minute window to get from the bus to the train to make it home on time. There's another train after the one I usually catch, but it is at least thirty minutes difference in departure. Risking it by taking a quick piss or not keeping a joggers pace to the platform can really fuck up my timing. I've missed my train a couple of times and had to literally come home at one in the morning.
Thankfully, I didn't miss the train this time. I got on and headed straight for the last car. It's my favorite car because you can watch everything ahead of you as well as relax on the daybed-style seats. There's usually a couple of people floating about on the car, but tonight there was only one other person. He looked alright, a little like some sort of business man. He was wearing a gray long sleved polo and some tan khakis with those wallabee shoes. He wasn't sitting far from me, but he was in the chair that faces the opposite direction, so he was basically facing me.
After settling into my area and popping in my iPhone earbuds I sorta started staring around the room. Checking out the nothingness that was this train car. My peripheral caught a bit of movement coming from the other guy. I looked at him and he clearly looked sleep. He was slumped a little in his seat with his legs cocked open. I took a little time to examine him, as any horny gay teen would do. His age was a little hard to tell because he had a definite 5 'o clock shadow, but looked kind of "baby faced." He was in decent shape; his chest made the pique knit polo stretch to fit and his nipples poked out...I guess he was cold. Traveling down, I could only help but notice that there was quite a massive bulge parting the man's thick thighs. No definition like cock outline or anything like that, but there was most likely alot going on in that department.
Since he was the only thing of interest on my ride home, minus the wi-fi and porn videos stored on my laptop, I decided to keep watch on Mr. Business Casual hottie. For the first jaunt he just slept quietly. No movements and no waking up. The cab was shaking alot yet he wasn't phased at all...so I decided to up my ante. I moved from my station to his. I sat in the chair directly across from him and continued to watch him sleep. Upon closer inspection of the guy, he was alot hotter than I thought. Probably in his late thirties and definitely a "daddy" type. His chest was very big as was the bulge that I was watching from across the car. When I got up close to him, I could make more of it out and it was nice. I could make out the head of his cock pressing gently against his center seam and it almost seemed like it was growing larger as I stared from up close. We hit a bump and he kind of jumped a bit. It startled him and the fact that I was sitting across from him gave him another quick start.
I nodded to him, smiled and pretended to go back to playing some game on my phone and he seemingly went back to sleep. This time instead of sitting as he was before, he shifted himself so that he was facing me a little on the diagonal...giving me a better look at his junk. Absent mindedly, he grabbed at his bulge, adjusting himself. Once he did that, it was noticable that he was getting excited. In a matter of seconds his piece was snaking up the side of his inner thigh and filling out quite nicely. The view was quite priceless and was inspiring my meat to expand as his was. I had to adjust myself a couple of times watching his cock grow in his khakis. Nothing else happened for a couple of minutes, his cock just stayed against his thigh, stretching the cotton material that covered it. I could tell it was thick and the head was totally visible at this point. It took everything in my young power to stop myself from touching the growing shaft.
On the train, at about an hour into the ride, the conductor dims the lights for those who need to rest and it was at that point that the real action started. The lights weren't even dim for a minute before Mr. khaki pants started groping his prong. He was awake and staring at me clearly aware that we had the same idea on both of our minds. His eyes were like a clear ice blue and they were piercing into mine. "I showed you mine, are you gonna show me yours?" Mr. Daddy says with a whisper. It took me by surprise, but I had already begun to rub my own boner while we were riding along so I happily obliged him. I'm pretty happy with my ginger-haired boner. With 6 1/2" of Irish American sausage, I've never really had any complaints...well, I mean, I've only been with two people ever and they were both virgins so I guess I'm doing alright. As I pulled mine out he smiled and winked at me. His cock flexed hard against his thigh as he watched me stroke myself in the dim light. "I wanna see yours now" I said staring directly into his eyes.
"Alright, baby...but if I show you you gotta make it cum. Okay?"
"Fine with me!"
"You're gonna be my boy for this train ride, okay?"
"Yeah...yeah."
"Come here and pull it out for daddy, okay boy?"
I got on my knees in the cramped space between the two chairs and started to grope his leaking cock in his pants. His low moans and growls worked in collaboration with the way his cock flared. It was truly a hot experience just touching his penis. I was so worked up that it was a little difficult to fish his cock out but when I did, I was greeted with a fat uncut sausage and a quick squirt of precum right onto my cheek. With my hand hardly closing around the base, there was still at least three inches not covered by my fist. Without thinking, I took the head into my mouth. It was big. Huge. It filled my mouth by itself. I had to start pushing to get more of it in. Of course, he loved the fact that his massive piece was a task to handle and he just got harder. Surprisingly, no one even tried to walk in on us the entire time; which was good because at the rate we were going, we'd be full on porno style in no time.
"God, boy you suck cock good...I can feel your tonsils!"
"mmmphrm..."
"UNGH! Oh damn, boy. Swallow that head. That's right."
*suck suck suck*
"Uuuugggghhhh...mmmmboy that's a good boy."
*The next stop is Bay City. Next stop, Bay Forest. All passengers must exit the train*
We had been going at it for so long it was almost time for me to get off the train. I was afraid that he wasn't gonna cum and I would be left without a reward for working that cock so hard. I could feel the train slowing down to a coast meaning that we were almost at the stop, right at that same time, Mr. Daddy was ready to blow. As the conductor applied the brakes to the train, he stood up and forced my head back against the adjacent seat and his cock down deep into my throat. His groans were vibrating his whole body and his convulsions shook me with him. I could taste his sweet cum emptying into my mouth as I tried to swallow and swallow. We finished as the doors to the train opened up where my parents stood patiently waiting for me to exit.
I shuffled up off the ground and ran to get my things from the back of the car. When I walked past Mr. Daddy, I noticed something flashing on the side of his belt. It was a badge. Mr. Daddy was a plainclothes train martial and the reason why no one interrupted us while we did what we did. As I passed him, pretending that I didn't see the badge, he grabbed my ass and whispered, "Thanks for keeping me company, baby."
My parents asked me why I was so disheveled looking and I mumbled something about falling asleep. "I'm glad they have those deputy martials riding the trains too because someone could've robbed you!" my dad quips before my mom interrupts, "next time, just be more careful about what you do with yourself on the train, honey."
"Oh, I will," I replied as I watched Mr. Daddy walk to his marked cruiser in the station parking lot. He gave me a wink before he flipped his siren on and drove off.
