Author note: After recently starting back to work and commuting I saw two hot men on the train. This fantasy came to me and thought I'd write about it. Plan on some other commute fantasy stories but want to continue this one a bit. Feedback welcome. lucas_dwyer@tutanota.com
------------------------- I remember clearly, news trickling in that lockdowns were all but certain, then the announcement was made by the state, STAY HOME: fifteen days to slow the spread.
The director comes out and makes the announcement, everyone to grab your stuff and leave but no clarity on what to take. A lot of back and forth; it's only fifteen day just take your laptop. I object, I've seen this movie, more back and forth, calls are made upstairs.
Ok take what you need but we will plan to be back in 15 days. I unhook my monitors, docking station, pack my laptop and all the cords. People look at me like I'm nuts. I've seen this movie. I know better.
Today, day 596. My first day back in the office. My first day commuting again. So much has changed in my life but here, well it was like walking back in time.
There was a notepad sitting on my desk. Written at the top: TO DO - 3/16 (2020) then some scribblings of things I had intended to work on that day. None of them got done because I failed to grab the notebook. Some daily updates I had intended to go through and action anything that needed it, also dated 3/16.
As the week progressed I spent my time on the train right writing. I had gotten into writing erotic stories; something I had toyed with but never really gotten around to doing. Sure I wrote a few things down here and there. Ideas, short stories but nothing came to fruition. Finally I did it, I wrote a fantasy down and submitted it online. Great feedback, a lot of requests for more.
So now I spend my hour plus train ride writing, editing chapters to my story and responding to emails from readers.
This morning though, a new week, a new chapter in the works. The sun isn't even up as the train races to the city. Passengers are few and far between. I like the last row, it's private, and the train usually doesn't start to fill until half way to the city.
I'm tapping out paragraph after paragraph, and with each one getting more horned up by the minute. Twenty minutes in and I'm rock hard. I'm lost in lustful thought as I continue to type. I hadn't noticed someone sat in the same row across the aisle from me. No big deal, every day I've ridden the train someone sits there.
I happen to take a break to ponder what direction I want this next paragraph to go. I look around and people are either sleeping with their heads against the window or staring at their phones. As I scan the train I see him, he's looking at his phone but I can see he's actually looking at me from the corner of his eye.
But he's not looking at me, he's looking at my crotch. My cock is straining the fabric of my pants. I make sure he knows I saw; he glances back down to his phone. I look him over and I'm not subtle about it either. He's mid-30s, handsome, looks fit, maybe 6' tall, clean cut brown hair, hazel eyes. He's wearing grey jeans and gingham button down shirt. It's loose on him which is a shame because I'm almost certain he's got a decent build. I spot his wedding ring. Definitely has that repressed suburban dad vibe. Let's see if I can change that.
Me, I'm 40, 6'2", black hair, green eyes, perfectly manicured beard. Today I'm wearing a light grey button down, slim fit. It's tucked neatly into my medium tan khakis that are snug on my 32" waist, tight around my thighs and most of all show off my generous package. I wear clothes that hug and outline my body. I've worked hard to get built and maintain it so you can be damn certain I make sure people see it.
I start rubbing my cock through my pants, he sees and I can tell he's watching. I scan the train, everyone still sleeping or on their phone. He's cocked his head a bit now so he's looking right down at my crotch. I slowly unzip. I'm watching him from the corner of my eye as I watch for the conductor or any passengers to get up.
Zipper down I fish my cock out, it doesn't go as smooth as I had hoped but now he's got full view of my rock hard 8" cock. I grip it and stroke. I'm horny as fuck so this won't take long. No more subtle glances he's watching intently. I keep my composure as I jerk off. I've got a vice grip on my cock, my balls ache and I need this release.
I feel it building, I pump harder; faster. I inhale deeply as I shoot thick strings of cum onto the back of the seat in front of me. I make no sound. His eyes are wide. I blast out the fifth and final rope of cum.
I look at him and slide across my seat towards the aisle. He does the same. We are mere inches apart. I stuff my cock back in my pants and zip up. With my right hand I scoop up the cum that's starting to run down the seat back. It's a handful. I look him right in the eyes, he looks... scared, unsure maybe. He definitely has no fucking clue what I'm about to do.
I reach my right hand across the aisle, pull my mask down with my left and mouth eat it'. His eyes widen, he hesitates, I mouth NOW' to let him know I'm serious. He leans in a bit, hesitates, then finally opens his mouth, I slide three cum soak fingers in and he sucks them clean. I hear a soft moan.. I'm close enough to whisper in his ear, my voice is deep, all I say as I remove my fingers from his mouth.. "you fucking pig."
I smirk at him as I sit back in my seat and slide back to the window. I reach in my bag and remove a disinfectant wipe and clean the back of the seat and another for my hand.
I go back to writing my story. I don't let him see that I'm watching him. He keeps looking in my direction. His face is attractive, especially now when he looks conflicted. The taste of my seed must linger on his tongue. I imagine he can feel it slide down his throat on its journey to his stomach. I can see the protrusion in his pants. He wants something from me, acknowledgement? A reassuring look? Almost assuredly relief. I don't give him the satisfaction he desires.
When this man boarded this train it was just another work day for him; instead he ran into me, the man he never knew he needed. The man to corrupt him in ways he never thought he could be.
For him this train ride was surreal, maybe even exhilarating, most definitely unexpected. For me, well... it was Monday.