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Taking the train home
I was heading home one afternoon from work, frustrated and horny. I waited at the station impatiently hoping to get home to watch some porn, login to some hook-up sites and hopefully have some fun before the night was done.
Looking up, I noticed a guy passing in front of me for the second time, seeing his eyes bore into mine as he slowed down and then stopped to wait a metre away. He looked alright, with intense Italian dark features and a nice bulge in his trousers. I held his stare, unconsciously standing a bit straighter to show off my butt. He smiled a bit, and I returned it.
The train came at that most excellent moment - full of people. I hopped on, sensing rather than seeing that the strange man had followed close behind. The doors shut behind us and it was a tight fit. So tight in fact I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. I leaned back a bit, rubbing my butt into his crotch and hearing the quiet gasp as his bulge nestled tight between my cheeks. I reached around back as the train slowed at the next stop, chancing discovery by rubbing the hard package jabbing into my ass. As more people piled on, I was pushed harder against the man behind me until I could feel the heat of his chest through my thin work shirt.
By the time we reached my stop, all I wanted was to see all that I had been feeling up and hoping that the man felt the same. As I got off, I noticed the Italian following, smirking as he casually scratched just below the straining fly of his jeans. He overtook me on the stair, and I followed him as he went through the dark streets and up an alley and finally turning into an alcove behind an apartment block.
I dropped to my knees in front of him and he held my head against his jeans. I could feel the hard throbbing heat of his cock through the fabric. He smiled as I looked up at him and opened his fly to unveil what I had been yearning for the whole train-ride home. A genuine fat 7" Italian sausage.
I dove onto it quickly - aware that if anyone came down from the apartment block we would be busted, or if any pedestrian on the street looked a little closer, they would see. The warm meaty taste of cock filled my mouth. I bobbed my head on it savouring the taste and texture of the soft foreskin over rock-hard shaft. My Italian laid his hand on my head, giving me permission to worship his manhood and encouraging me to take more and more of the shaft into my throat until my nose nestled deep in his bush. He sighed, his hand holding my head and throat impaled on his cock, while he gyrated his hips to probe my tonsils.
He pulled me up afterwards, mashing my mouth against his strangely soft lips. I breathed in his manly musk. My cock throbbed and pulsed out more pre-cum into my saturated boxers. Not that he cared. His hands had slipped oh so easily down the back of my trousers to cup my firm round buttocks and strum my twitching rosebud. I moaned into his mouth and he pulled off, glaring at me angrily for the first time.
"Shh!" he hissed.
He pushed me deeper into the alcove, hard against the wall as he yanked down my work trousers unceremoniously. My cock bobbed in the cool night air, but my butt was quickly covered by his warm torso and I could feel his cock like an hot poker against my hole.
"You got a condom?" I gasped.
"No." he whispered in my ear. "Are you clean?"
"Yeah, but..."
"That is the correct answer." he whispered, his hands spreading my butt and his hard cockhead stabbing at the entrance. "I am clean too. I am going to fuck you."
"Not without a condom." I insisted, trying to turn around and face him.
"I am going to fuck you." he said quietly, his hands holding my butt apart as his cock bore relentlessly into me. I gasped then stifled a moan as his raw cock lubed only with spit forced its way into me. His eyes searched mine, his desire conquering my caution even as his cock bore deeper into my hole. "You have a fantastic ass," he whispered as his cock sank the last few inches into me.
I rested my head against the wall, fighting back my moans as he slowly worked his cock inside me getting me used to its size and then getting me used to the long strokes increasing in speed as he fucked me deep and hard. I tried not to think about the risk - basically fucking in an alley near the station where anyone could see us. Tried to focus instead on savouring that rare sensation - a raw hard cock pummelling my guts and massaging my prostate with each stroke. It's like he knew how hot and horny I was for him and for this fuck, because his right hand only left my hips briefly and only once to stroke the underside of my cock - then I was cumming. I bit my hand, pressed against the wall, trying to stifle my moans as I came hard, jets of my cum splashing against the brick wall.
My Italian fucked me through my orgasm, his strokes increasing in speed until his cock was pistoning in and out my hole in a blur even as the last of my shudders subsided. Then he pulled out completely, gasping and shuddering as he came too - big warm splashes against my butt and legs. I leaned against the wall as i came down from my high.
I could hear the Italian zipping up behind me, before he leaned in close and whispered. "Thank you boy. My name is Tony. Gotta run to catch the next train, but I'll see you again soon." And then he was gone.
I never did see Tony again on the train... but I made sure I always had a condom with me, just in case.