Gay public fun story of twink in a morning train: 2
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Gay orgy story: I wondered what I looked like to anyone who happened to see me. My face flushed and sweaty, my hair sticking to my forehead; my nipples poking out into my tee-shirt even more lewdly than usual as most grey clothes tend to do to you.
My black jeans pulled down over my arse as my legs were spread and my hole was stretched taking a cock in public; and my dick hard and needy, dripping precum as it went against my wishes and enjoyed this. I probably looked like a bitch in heat.
I was drawn out of my thoughts as a hand came near my mouth and another played with my right nipple. I could smell the cum on it. He spread it across my lips and pushed it in and out too quickly for anyone to notice.
I could taste the salty and bitter precum on my tongue. I heard more chuckles behind me. I felt my fucker try to bend me down to push deeper in me. My head hit the guy in front of me. Shit. He turned around and looked behind angrily.
“Abey, theek se khada reh!” He said to no one in particular but then made eye contact with me. His face softened. Maybe he would see the distress in my eyes. I felt hope.
“Main dekhta hoon tere turn main tu kitna seedha khada rehta hain.” Fucker behind me bit back. He didn’t bother to whisper it. I hoped the guy got angrier and decided to turn around.
I felt a hand grope for my cock. I could see a half smile on his face.
“Mera turn ayega kya?” He asked looking straight at me. He was with them. He turned back then pulled out my cock and began jerking it off as he innocently looked ahead. How many of them were there?
The guys behind me switched up. Now my left nipple was being played with and I was being fed the desperate guy’s precum. It was not as bitter as the other guy’s – maybe even a little sweet. His finger slipped out too and went back to my nipple as my fucker upped his game.
He seemed to be close. I was overwhelmed. My cock, my arse, my nipples, my prostrate – everything was in sensory overload and I was too scared to make a sound. I would have cum had it not been for the awkward handiwork of the guy touching my cock – thank god for small favours.
Yahan sab ke saamne cum kiya toh main apne aap se aakhein nahi mila paunga.
He pulled out, leaving only his cock head in and breathed out his orgasm on my neck as he emptied his load in my arse.
Pudheel station Andheri
“Mast gaand ahe tujhi” He whispered as I felt his cock go limp in my arse and fall out with a plop. They turn me to the left. My hands were numb – still holding onto the handle bars. Two cocks rubbed against my arse – one limp and one wet and hard and ready to go. Desperate guy was up.
I looked up and saw the face of bitter cum. He had a rugged face and was giving me a twisted smile. He looked to be at least 28. I felt the cum start to dribble out of my arse.
Desperate guy made a “Tch Tch” sound as he dragged his cock up my thigh scooping up all the dribbled-out cum and shoving it all back in my arse, with his cock plugging it in. He was smaller…
But he fucked harder. I could hear the clapping of his thighs against my arse and feel his balls spank my arse. I automatically looked down.
Bitter cum guy had a slight beer belly. I could see the head of his cock – red and swollen and slick with cum. He must’ve seen me looking, because he took it in his hand, wiped the precum pooling around his head and brought it to my lips. I was too far gone to bother.
I licked it – still bitter. I felt desperate guy dump his load in my arse. I’d have preferred to lick his cum – at least it was sweet. I heard a sloppy sound creak out as his limp cock slipped out of me. I had two loads now.
Pudeel station Bandra
The people around probably couldn’t hear it or thought it was the train sound. I was turned around again, this time, I felt the cum flow out in two streams.
I was face to face with Fucker. He looked older. He had a thick moustache, bushy eyebrows and a stern look. He looked like a guy who had a big cock. I am surprised he was gentle with me. He didn’t look like he could be. I looked down.
No beer belly so I could see his bulge completely – was he hard again or just big in general? I wouldn’t know. The guy with his back to me earlier had turned around. I braced for impact but nothing came.
I felt his cock rub up sliding in between my arse cheeks and back down rubbing against my now sloppy hole and thighs till he hit my balls and back up again. His cock was long and thick. I was done for. Again, I braced for impact. But he continued to rub against me.
Maybe he didn’t want to put his dick in a cunt dripping with his friends’ cum? Though, he didn’t seem to have a problem using it as lube to rub up against me.
Somehow, as he continued, I had to fight harder not to moan. As his dick would graze my hole and slip closer to my balls, it would feel like as if he was rimming me and it made my skin so sensitive I couldn’t stop shaking in pleasure.
“Abhi Kaun theek se khada nahi reh sakta hain, bey?” I looked up. I forgot I was facing Scary Fucker. I looked up. His stern expression turned into a tharki smile.
Holding my gaze he said, “Abhi daal.”
Before I could realise what he meant, I felt the cock slide down my arse crevice and thrust straight into my unsuspecting hole.
My eyes widened in shock as I took in a deep breath of air to keep from screaming. Scary Fucker’s tharki smiled deepened as his friend kept thrusting in behind me.
I could see the crazy lust in his eyes. I wanted to look away, but there was a hand gripping my shoulder holding me in place. He wanted to see me get fucked. He wanted his friend with the biggest cock to destroy my pussy as he watched.
I heard a zipper open. His cock sprung free, hitting my still hard cock on its way out. I knew what he was doing. So he was still hard. As he jerked off his cock, the knuckles of his fingers brushed against my now hopelessly sensitive cock. He wouldn’t look away from me.
And for some reason, I couldn’t look away from him. It was the only thing keeping me from screaming out in pain or pleasure as his friend’s monster lund ravaged me. He was close.
Pudheel station Dadar
Splash Spurt Spurt
He came all over my hard cock and tightened balls as his friend emptied his balls in my arse. His cock didn’t slip out of arse as it went limp. He was too big. I closed my eyes – tired.
He slowly pulled out his cock and I heard another sink-draining kind of creaking sound. The cum followed soon after – there was so much of it that I felt it reach down the back of my knees.
More shuffling. One of them pulled up my pants and tucked my cock in. I was too dazed to bother.
Agla station Dadar.
They were all zipped up, myself included.
“Dadar utarna hain?”
I looked up. Gone was the wild tharki eyes and smile, gone was the whisper in his voice. He was now the picture of innocence.
“Arey nahi utarna hain toh side ho jao” I heard more people yell. I was pushed to the left-hand corner, as more and more people got ready to alight at Dadar. I leaned against the railing and laughed like a crazy person – A guy who just got railed in a rail, leaning against a railing for support – this had to be some kind of cosmic joke.
Gay orgy story of wild gangbang in local train
I continued to laugh out humourlessly as I stood up straight and face the door. As I felt the cutting breeze sweep my hair and cool my sweaty face, I tried to put the fact that I was just used and thrown aside behind me.
It was easy for now. Now that it was over, I could just not think about it – much like my weird interest in Bhaiya that I had recently discovered.
Pudheel Station Mumbai Central
I would reach office soon enough. Then I could just go about my day and put all of this behind me
“Aap Bombay Central uthro ge?”
I just shook my head saying no.
“Toh aap peche aa jao, in sabko utarna hain.”
Oh right. I had moved to the door. I let people squeeze past me.
The guy behind me didn’t move. He just tried to steady himself, but his pot belly kept pushing against me –
I was too late to realise it.
“Mujhe bhool gaya, jaaneman?”
Bitter cum guy.
“Mujhe bhi toh maze lene hain tere mast gaand ki.” He purred, as he pulled down my pants and his zipper in one go.
Author Note:
I tried not to provide too many descriptions for the story so you all could picture yourself in place of Samar. Hope you enjoyed this one. It’s based on my experience from a few years ago, but that was nowhere near this intense. Have you ever had any experiences in the train – especially Mumbai locals? I’d love to hear them and what you thought of this story.
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