Tube Ride

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I’d had a hectic morning but was heading back towards the office at around 2:30 in the afternoon, so not too much of a crowd at the tube station. I could see the tube train as I came down the stairs so I made a dash for the closing door and flung myself onto a seat. As I loosened my tie I noticed a hot, tanned tourist sat right opposite me giving me a grin. “Close call” I gasped, and looked away, but I could feel him still staring for a moment longer. When I looked over he was leafing through his travel guide giving me a chance to check him out. Now that I’d got over that cheeky grin, the first thing I noticed was the gorgeous, tanned, muscular legs stretching out across the carriage. He was wearing loose kakhi coloured shorts, and as my eyes moved up, a tight, thin, yellow t shirt. This guy was toned. I could make out the form of some firm pecs, and could even make out his hard nipples. His arms were just as well defined, and also nicely tanned, going a little pink maybe. He had dark hair and stubble, nice and rugged looking, and brown eyes, damn! staring back at me!! When I fantasise about these situations I’m always bold but as it happens I quickly looked down at the newspaper that I had placed across the growing bulge in my pinstripe trousers. But I kept looking up to check out those fine legs. Then he crossed them. The shorts were loose and I could make out a gorgeous bulge in some tight white briefs, I couldn’t look away. And of course he knew this. He was grinning right at me.

I of course now emboldened by lust, grinned back and put my paper to one side. Noticing his glance fall I grabbed my crotch and gave it a squeeze. His response was to put a hand in his pocket and rummage around a little. When he took his hand away I could still see up his shorts leg, but now no flash of white, but a semi hard cock faced me. I took off my tie and opened all the buttons on my shirt. I was getting damned hot!! We pulled into a station but thankfully no one joined us. We were still alone in the carriage. I could see him slowly stroking that bulge through his shorts and I could see he was fully hard now. I couldn’t take it any more and fell to my knees on the carriage floor. My hands moved up his t-shirt to feel his hairy toned body as he pulled his cock out of his shorts and I let it slide into my mouth. I could feel the adrenaline pumping as the tube stopped in the tunnel, giving us a little more time before the next carriage. I could hear him groaning hard, and pulled his throbbing cock out of my mouth and continued to stroke it, staring at it from just an inch away. He let out a groan that was far too loud for the setting and shot a load on my cheek, his cock throbbed again spilling cum over my face.

I knelt there in the carriage, pinstripe trousers round my ankles, shirt open jacket half off with cum dripping off my face. He leant over and licked a little off, then took off his t and wiped my face. The sight of that tanned furry chest sent me over the edge. I stood up, pushed him back and squirted my cum all over his chest as he grabbed my ass and pulled me toward him. The train started to move… what a position to be in at the next station! The adrenaline still pumping I licked the cum off my hand and wiped the rest on the bottom of my shirt, quickly pulling trousers up and tucking vaguely in. Sat back there, grinning, with his chest covered in cum. I clearly looked panicked because he let out a chuckle, as he fastened up his shorts. As we pulled in to the fairly busy station he quickly used his t shirt to mop up the rest of the cum. And stood up to leave. As the door opened, he stood there in just a pair of shorts, that beautiful tanned body. That cheeky grin focused on me again, he held up the T-shirt and mouthed the word ‘souvenir’ before turning, stepping off the train and disappearing into the crowd. Leaving me slumped on a train, shell shocked and smiling.

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