Horny boys story of two guys enjoying in train: 3
Homo seduce story: I closed the commode and sat on it as he unzipped his pants and took out an amazingly delicious cock. It was almost 7 inches long, moderately thick, well-rounded, uncut and very black; the dickhead which was almost completely visible was a shining pink, being wet from pre-cum.
Eager to start, I licked the bulbous head. It tasted salty. He moaned. I grabbed his thighs and took the entire tube into my mouth; my nose hitting the zipper.
I tried unbuckling his pants but he slapped my hands away indicating that I was not to touch his gun or his belt which held the bullets.
“At least take out your balls,” I said.
He bent a little forward and pried the rounded twins out of the zipper. Considering how tight his pants were, it was a difficult task. With the balls out, his soft dark pubes were visibly peeking out of the zipper too.
He spread his legs and placed his hands on the walls of the toilet to steady himself as I rubbed his balls and licked his shaft. He groaned. There was a certain urgency in the noises he made. I was more intent on playing with him than finishing him, but he was impatient.
He grabbed my head using his left hand while steadying himself with his right hand in the viciously speeding and swaying train and began fucking my mouth.
I started gagging and had to grab his thighs for support. My eyes started watering and the sound of my gag got mixed with the metallic screech of the train. He had barely thrusted a few times when we heard a knock on the door.
We both froze, his hands still buried in my hair, his tool throbbing against my tongue. My breath hitched and for a moment, it felt like the whole train had gone silent.
Someone was trying to get into the toilet. We were worried that they might have heard me gagging on his dick- our guilty conscience kicking in. The door was locked of course, and after trying once or twice, they went away.
While waiting for this person to go, I was sucking Arjun very slowly. I was rolling my tongue around the tube and taking as much of it as I could without making any noise. Once we were sure that no one was outside, Arjun whispered again, “we need to be quiet and quick.”
I said, “let me do my thing then!”
The stale smell of the toilet mixed with the smell of our sweat. The cacophony of the train mingled with our ragged breaths. The small toilet felt even smaller now, every moment magnified, every touch unavoidable.
In this cramped, stifling and perfect room, I began blowing his dick. It had gone slightly soft by now. I held his dick and rolled my tongue around his caput.
As I shagged him slowly, I grabbed his dickhead with my lips and wagged my tongue around the slit. He whimpered, afraid that his moans may attract someone. “Faster”, he moaned in a low growl that underscored his urgency. I began sucking him in earnest.
The train continued its fast pace which translated to a rocky rhythm in the toilet. Arjun stood as steadily as he could using the support of the walls while I grabbed his thighs and sucked him deeply.
His dick, fully erect now, somehow felt bigger. I continued the to-and-fro motion of my face taking the entire member in and withdrawing all the way out without letting the head go. He was sweating profusely despite the nocturnal air cooling the toilet.
As I continued sucking him, he started buckling under the arousal. I had to grab his butts to make sure that he was standing straight.
He began panting; I knew he was close. I increased my speed to match the rhythm of the train. Arjun stood there, swaying slightly, his eyes closed and beads of sweat adorning his beautiful, manly face.
A few more gulps and he brought both his hands behind my head and pushed himself as deep down my throat as he could. In response to this sudden incursion, I squeezed his butts- now clenched and very firm- just as the pulsating tube began squirting his manly nectar into my mouth.
I desperately constricted my throat so as not to let his cum pass down. Since Arjun had grabbed my head using both his hands, we did not have any support. But Arjun knew how to steady himself in the rocking train: he gyrated and thrust his hips in response to the train’s rhythm so that even though I felt like swinging on a merry-go-round, we didn’t lose balance.
“I will go first. Wait for a few minutes and then come out.” After he was done, he zipped himself up trying to pretend that nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
But as he turned to leave, there was a brief moment- a pause, a slight hesitation- before he opened the door and stepped out.
I was alone in the toilet now, breathless, my mouth full of cum and my body aching with desire. His cum was generally tasteless, except for a slight saltiness. I was torn between spitting and gulping it.
Ultimately, I spat some of it out to see his thick, milky white fluid. I gulped the rest while smiling at my reflection in the mirror. My body was still screaming for release and there was no way I could just walk away, not yet.
I took a couple of deep breaths to calm down. The stale air in the toilet felt heavier now, thick with the lingering smell of sweat and sex.
The rumble of the train beneath my feet felt more pronounced, a dull, rhythmic hum that matched the pulse in my ears as I leaned over the sink, reliving the feeling of him in my mouth. I took my dick out and started masturbating. I was so aroused that I came within a minute.
I was so engrossed in everything that I didn’t even notice that someone had tried to enter the toilet moments after Arjun had left. I zipped myself, washed and went out.
Arjun was standing there by the door of the compartment. Our eyes met but neither of us acknowledged the other. That was when it dawned on me that he had almost as much to lose as I if this were to get out.
I turned away. As I walked towards my berth, I came face to face with another man who smiled and winked at me. This was the man who tried to get into the toilet after Arjun had left. I ignored him and continued walking towards my berth.
I was almost at my seat when I heard the two police officers talking and wondering where Arjun was. One of them decided to go look for him. We crossed each other but I did not look at him.
Homo seduce story of fun with a sexy cop in the train
About thirty minutes of my journey remained when I finally came back to my berth. I sat there, his taste still lingering on my tongue, and felt a strange mixture of vulnerability and triumph.
I had seduced a cop- someone who, by all rights, should have turned me away. But he hadn’t. That made me feel…powerful. Invincible. Like I could bend anyone, even those who shouldn’t.
But somewhere in the back of my mind, a tiny voice whispered, warning me of the risks. I pushed it away. I was definitely going to try this again.
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