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Story : Sodium
'He had a nice body and was good looking.' God, what am I saying?
I'm surrounded by nice bodies all over everywhere, and they get a good looking at and sometimes I think 'wow, that's hot'.
There's this guy on the tube I see nearly everyday. I often sit opposite him in the carriage and follow him out (he goes to the same station as me) up the escalator. So I get ample opportunity to scrutinise him.
His neck is strong, rising out of his collar and supporting his head like the neck of a well-bred stallion. His small round ears stick out like the tiny handles on a coffee cup. And his hair is black, short and tapered at the back. Very neat.
Beautiful. He doesn't wear tight clothes but his body is so beautiful, you can see it in the way the fabric falls, it reveals wide shoulders, defined, slim waist; it slips easily between his round buttocks in a deep inviting crease. As I press on up the escalator behind him I can examine him minutely. His legs are robust and straight.
As we exit the turnstiles I am often slightly ahead and we go our separate ways.
He isn't lazy. A mind at ease with duty. I can see that from the serious look on his face. His eyes look straight, calmly concentrated on the moment. Apart from the evidence in his body of regular physical exercise, there's the regularity and punctuality of his routine each day - it indicates a conscientious attitude, as does the well-ironed shirt, the well-shined shoes and well-polished brief-case, the folds in his trousers.
His pink lips. How I'd like to feel his pink lips caressing the shaft of my prik.
I can imagine it now.
I imagine him now shod like a horse and whinnying in the paddock, glossy and alert.
I imagine inviting him to my room and letting him in and asking him to seat himself. I imagine asking him to remove his shirt and him doing so without questioning what I am going to do with him. I imagine him naked, kneeling, his collar a bit too tight, his cuffs restraining his willing hands and then taking out my rigid prik and stuffing it in his face. I imagine him choking and pulling back, rearing, resisting, snorting and then coming back, this time prepared and taking it, caressing the shaft with his pink tongue and pink lips, caressing it and swallowing it, concentrating on it, his studious dark eyes deeply engaged in the task of the moment.
And his penis is as as erect as ever it could be. It bucks its head. I stroke his hair, it tickles my palm and I sense his response to my approval.
Lots of men live on their own. I like to think of all men like that - alone in their rooms playing with themselves. He probably wouldn't live alone, I'm guessing. I'm guessing he lives in a house with a few other people. I'd like them to find out he's been tied up and naked and spanked, in a field, in the open air. That would totally change how they thought of him. It would change how he thought of himself. He'd have to accept his perversity and rejoice in it. He'd have to become their perverted friend. They'd have to accept him as their perverted friend and they'd probably be turned on by it. They'd find shit on his clothes and despite his best efforts to keep tidy they'd see signs of disorder. Late nights. They'd find him out when they expected him to be in, and in the middle of the day they'd find him exhausted, sore and aching, asleep in his underpants on top of his sheets, the light left on, a glass of milk half ... empty.
His work would suffer.
I cream again in his mouth and some of my rich cum spills down his chin. He's so happy. He loves to turn me on. That face, that arse, there's so much of him to fk I don't know where to start. Turn over boi, show me your ashol. He springs around on all fours and sticks his bum in the air. He's so happy, like a dog, with an erect tail, waggling in excitement. I ease my nob into his gripping hol, but he pushes himself onto it. Hold on there, boi. I wish to enjoy myself. I wish to feel this gently, slowly, at my own pace. Your enthusiasm ... is getting out of control. I pull it back and savour his whimpering desperation. Oh boi, you are great. Hang on there. I'm putting it back in and he is grateful for it. His depths are hot as fire.
I can imagine it.
I wrote that about 6 months ago. For most of that period I took a different train due to scheduling differences at work. Then last week the scheduling was restored.
On the tube, half asleep cs it was so early, I sat down opposite almost without noticing him, his face lolling forward, staring into nothing, his hands dropped in his lap covering his crotch, his briefcase gripped behind his ankles and his feet. His legs fell apart. He was sitting opposite me like a doll, relaxed and unimpressive; but when I looked up he was staring at me, a look of recognition - of knowledge even. I'm surrounded by nice bodies all over everywhere so I don't notice everything, but I knew he was there. I smiled at him but he had already dropped his gaze, a sullen though not miserable look. His hand jerked in his lap. I flushed.
As we got off the train he was beside me and said, 'Have a nice holiday?'
Mastering my surprise I decided to lie, immediately.
'Yehh. I..'
'Anywhere nice?'
'Umm, yehh, howd'you know?'
He paused.
'Well either that or you know, you're regular so I thought you were on holiday.'
'Oh right, well spotted.'
'Yeah.'
We stood on the escalator, for a change, like we were in no hurry. He got on first so I was standing with my face towards his chest, looking up.
'Good to be back,' I said.
'I'll bet. Don't you like your work?'
'I..'
'Yeh you do. I can see that.' He stepped one foot a couple of inches closer to steady himself on the moving stair. 'You always look eager.'
'I..'
'Eager to please.'
I was flabbergasted, unfortunately.
'They're lucky to have you,' he said, 'working hard.'
'I..'
My face flushed again. I was looking up at him from my lower step on the escalator and feverishly sought for an answer. None came.
'I..'
'You hard worker you.' He laughed quickly and turned at the last minute as the escalator flattened out, stepping neatly onto the deck, then slowing his pace to let me draw level with him.
'I'll see you tomorrow,' I said as we slipped through the turnstiles, secretly congratulating myself on this conversational invention.
To my surprise he turned to go to the same exit as me.
'It's inevitable, isn't it?' he said.
'What is?'
He ignored my question.
'This is the way you go everyday, isn't it? And up at the street you turn left.'
'Yes,' I said.
'Let's take a look,' he said, turning the same way at the top of the steps.
We walked a few steps, with him on my left and the walls of the buildings on my right.
'There's... ah yes.' We came to a narrow side alley, still lit from the night with a bright orange sodium lamp. He swiftly pushed me into it. I walked ahead obediently, hardly daring to guess what I was in for. We came to a recessed doorway and he pushed me into that. 'This is a good place,' he whispered, crushing himself into me as I turned my back against the door. It was dark and with his face in front of mine. All I could see was the blinding orange light around his head. 'Do you like this?' His leg was pressing against my groin.
'Yes.'
Harder.
'Yes, I should say you do,' he said, plastering his mouth onto mine.
He briefcase dropped to the floor as his hands felt their way round my waist and into a firm exploratory grip on my buttocks.
'Yes,' he said, 'that's right. Now...' He pushed me down to my knees, opened his trousers and pulled out his ample, semi-hard dick, and I knew exactly what he meant. He was quickly fucking my face, banging the back of my head with repeated thuds against the door. And I struggled to free my own dick as he shot his load deep in my throat.
He paused to let me suck on as I jerked myself off, then tucked himself back in.
I stood up.
He stroked my face.
'Like to do that again?' he asked.
'Er, yehh..' I said.
'Don't seem too sure. Look I have to be going. I'm late.'
'No I am sure I'd like to do it again,' I protested. 'Please!'
'So what's the problem? We'll be seeing lots of each other.'
'Looking forward to it...' I said, and as he gave me a quick kiss, a quick fondle of my ass, sidled past me, hurried up the alley back to the street and was gone, I thought, '... but that wasn't how I imagined it.'
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