It's Tuesday morning. The train makes its way to the city again. Today I have my AirPods in listening to music. My eyes are closed and I'm resting my head against the window.
At each stop I hear people board the train. About twenty minutes in we make a stop. I hear footsteps, they're getting closer. I hear the unmistakable sound of a body moving into the seat across the aisle from me.
I don't need to look, the smell of lust and desperation fills the air; I know it's him. I can feel his eyes on me. I wore this shirt just for him. It's a navy blue polo one size smaller than I normally wear. My chest presses against the fabric; it looks like it could tear any minute. The sleeves won't cover my arms, they ride up my biceps. I give a quick flex, a little tease. I hear a soft sigh.
I continue to rest my head on the window refusing to acknowledge him. The train goes express bypassing several stops. Ten minutes pass before I finally lift my head. I look around, scanning the car and finally make eye contact with him.
His hazel area are beautiful and even with his mask on his features are handsome. I glance down and notice he definitely has a bulge in his pants. I smile knowing even though I'm fully clothed I can get this man erect.
I lay my head back against the window for the rest of the trip. He moves around trying to get my attention but I ignore him. We arrive at the station. He is sitting there looking dejected, I don't look at him as I move to the exit.
I feel his eyes on me, my round muscled ass must be driving him wild. I hear his footsteps behind me as I exit the train. I make my way through the station, as I reach the glass doors I see his reflection. He is walking directly behind me. I continue outside making my way down the street. My office isn't far and as I approach I catch another glimpse of his reflection in a window.
I hang a left to the building entrance; in the glass I see he continues walking, his head turns in my direction for one last look and then he's gone.
Wednesday morning; a new day but the same ride. I'm writing today and already rock hard. Twenty minutes in I hear his stop announced. We come to a stop; sure enough I see him board and come through the doors to my cab. I watch him make his way down the aisle; he hesitates a bit unsure if he should take the seat he desires.
I nod my head towards the seat showing my approval. I catch a slight change in his demeanor as he seems grateful I acknowledged him. He moves down the aisle and takes his seat. I adjust my posture so my hard cock is clearly visible in my pants.
I look at him, he is focused on my bulge. A minute passes and he looks up, his eyes have this pleading look about them. He wants to see my cock, he wants me to remove it and stroke one out.
The conductor is making his way down the aisle. I cover my bulge with a coat until he passes, moving into the next car. One more stop then we express for a bit. I remove the coat and look across the aisle. Now I'm looking at the bulge in his pants.
He places his hand there and begins to rub. I raise my hand indicating he needs to stop, he does. He's obedient. I motion for him to move to the aisle and slide across the seat. I pull my mask down, lean over to whisper in his ear. He closes his eyes as my warm breath envelopes his face.
I speak slowly; as he hears my southern drawl I see his breathing increase. "You do not cum until I say you can." He's processing the words, the tone of my voice and that drawl as I continue "it could be today or next week but you save your load and when I'm ready you can release it."
He opens his mouth to say something but I stop him "I never said you could speak." I slide across my seat to the window. He moves to the window on his side, I see his chest rising and falling faster than normal. He is looking at me with puppy dog eyes. It's a huge turn on. We have time before more board people so I unzip and pull my cock out. Today I'm prepared and I retrieve it in without any trouble.
He's breathing heavier and I see his cock throbbing through his pants. I begin to stroke, slow at first. I pick up the pace, stroking faster, stroking the head as I feel my orgasm building. I'm horny as fuck so this isn't going to take long. I know we are closing in on the next stop so I pick up the pace. My breathing is heavier but I maintain my composure. His eyes plead with me to release my load, he wants to taste it again.
Pressure builds and just as I'm ready to shoot I cup my left hand to catch my load. I let out a slight gasp as I unload two days worth of cum. This feels so amazing as jets of cum fill my hand. As I squeeze the last drops out I tuck my cock back into my pants. He has already moved to the aisle.
I slide closer and stretch out my hand. He leans in, his tongue emerges and he begins to slowly lap the cum from my hand. His tongue scrapes across the skin of my hand as he scoops up my cum, pulling it into his mouth. He savors the taste as it slides down his throat. The train slows as we approach a stop. He hurriedly laps the remainder and swallows.
We both move to our respective windows and wait for the train to move again. Once everyone is settled he looks at me and at his bulge, his eyes begging me. I shake my head no. I pull out my phone and go back to writing. We are maybe ten minutes from the city so I add a few steamy paragraphs to the story I'm working on.
As we pull into the station I gather my bag and slide my coat on zipping it up. I stand up in the aisle facing him. I grab my cock and tease him a bit, his face is flushed and I see his cock is still rock hard. He doesn't see it but I smile.
As we come to a stop I lean forward and ask what train he takes home. His voice is soft and sensual as he tells me what train he takes; it is the departure before mine. I instruct him to delay his departure and wait for me at the track entrance. He begins to say something and I shake my head; my eyes say it all, do as you're fucking told. He stops as I reach out and intertwine my fingers into his hair and move his head in an affirmative nodding motion and say "repeat after me, I will delay my departure sir." He does, so I release him and walk to the exit.
As we leave the station I see he is walking behind me following the same path I take to my office and again he continues.
The day passes uneventful and I head to the station for my departure. I approach the doors to the track and he's standing there waiting. My mask hides my smile. I motion for him to follow me. We walk to the first train car and board, it's early enough most seats are available. I walk to the end of the car and sit in the last row. He sits across the aisle. The door between us leads outside so no one will be using that on this trip.
The train departs on time. We make two stops then start to run express skipping several stops. I motion for him to sit next to me; he glances around the train car when he looks at me I use my eyes to tell him to move his ass. He does.
The conductor won't be back. No one is getting on in this direction just off so all tickets have been checked. We sit silently next to one another. The tension fills the car, he's breathing heavy. I reach out and place my hand on his cock and start massaging him. He is already fully erect and I'm impressed. He feels like he's well endowed.
His mouth is slightly open as he breathes heavy, I'm deciding if I should do this until he nuts in his pants or bring him to the brink and stop. I decide on the latter. The car is basically empty, he's panting, I can tell he's close so I stop. I remove my hand and pull out my phone checking my emails.
He leans his head towards me and I shake mine. "Not yet" I say. The softest of whispers escapes his lips and I hear "please." The desperation in his voice is palpable. He knows by speaking he broke then rules but I allow it. I almost feel for him. He must be ready to explode.
I decide he should sit back in his seat so I tell him to move back and he does. His cock visibly pressing against his pants as he crosses the row and sits down. We approach his station and I see him gather his things. I say no, we go to my station. He wants to object, he has family commitments but he settles back in his seat without a word.
The train leaves his station and he looks at me but I say nothing. The next twenty minutes must seem to drag on for him as we head further down the line. We finally reach the end of the line, my stop. I exit the train and he follows me. I walk across the street to the commuter lot and to my truck. I have a Midnight Black lifted F-250 Super Duty, it looks like me, a beast.
I hit the unlock button on the remote, open the door and climb up. He's standing a few feet away looking at me, I say in my most annoyed tone of voice "well?" As I cock my head towards the passenger door. He walks over and climbs in placing his bag on the floor in front of him. He looks at me and I can tell he has questions but I just start the engine and head out of the lot.
I head down the highway in the direction of his stop. I know he's confused and wants to know what's going on but I'm enjoying this. We drive for about ten minutes, I make a few turns and arrive at a large nature preserve. I drive through the entrance and make my way deep into the preserve. I find the spot I'm looking for; it is secluded and I rarely see anyone back here at this time of day and those I have seen are looking for some what this man is about to get. Parking is on the grass and there is a spot here that I back into which is surrounded on three side by large amounts of trees and brush.
I turn the truck off and step out. He follows out the passenger side and we walk to the back of the truck. As I approach him I adjust my semi hard cock in my pants. He is breathing heavy again unsure what to expect.
I lean against the tailgate and being to unbutton my pants then slowly reach down for my zipper, pulling it down while staring directly into his eyes. He knows what I want without having to ask; he gets down on his knees. I tap his head and he looks at me. "Ever sucked cock?" He shakes his head no so I explain the finer details and he nods his acknowledgement.
I'm already leaking pre as I pull my cock out and slap his face with it. He moans and opens his mouth practically begging me to feed him. "You want this cock, you think you can handle it" I say, not really asking. He nods his head though; his eyes wide with desperation. I slap his face a few more times smearing my oozing pre over his cheeks. His tongue laps at my cock as it passes over his lips and I say "boy seems like he's hungry" he nods his head. "Mmmmm open your mouth and take it boy" I say as I slip my cock head past his lips.
I sigh as his tongue runs up the underside of my cock. I let out a moan as his lips encircle my shaft and he takes it as deep as he can. My cock hits the back of his throat and he gags and pulls back some. I'm not going to force him to deep throat it just yet, another day. Right now I want him to enjoy the experience of giving his first blow job and swallowing another load of my cum. He moves slow and sensually along my shaft, up to the head before going back down on me. I should be controlling this but I will let him this time.
He's looking up at me for signs of approval, I run my fingers through his hair and give him a reassuring look and say "you're doing great." This spurs him on and he starts sucking my cock faster a little more urgently. He wants me to shoot. He goes down and gags again but I can tell he wants to take it deeper. I won't make him, he can try if he wants but I'm not forcing it. I feel the head of my cock slip into his throat and my eyes widen. He gags, chokes then pulls off gasping for air. He goes down again and I can feel I'm close to busting. I lean my head back as he's bobbing up and down.
"Fuck I'm close" I groan. He pulls off and stops. I look down at me and he's got a smile on his face. Is this fucker edging me I ask myself. He starts again but a few minutes later I tell him I'm close and he pulls off again. He is edging. If this is his first time how does he know about this. He goes back down on me sucking again then stops. I want to be the dominant again and just shoot my load when I'm ready but I'm also enjoying this so I allow him to continue.
He spends the next ten minutes bringing me to the edge before stopping then without a word he works my cock so good he takes it to completion. I cry out "I'm cumming" as I begin to nut in his mouth. He is swallowing as fast as he can, slurping my cock as he drinks it all down. My breathing is heavy as I come down from my orgasm.
When I finally catch my breath and can speak again I look down at him, still on his knees, occasionally flicking his tongue across my cock to grab a driblet of cum that leaks out. I ask "how did you know about edging, I thought this was your first time?"
He smiles up at me and explains he has done some research on giving a proper blow job and when he read about edging he thought it would be a good way to please a man but he just needed to find someone worthy. I pursed my lips when he said that last part, he was trying to flatter me.
I put my cock away and zipped and buttoned my pants then crouched down in front of him. "In my lifetime of getting blowjobs, that was top 5." A smile crept across his face and he blushed a bit. "I let you control the pace this time, but from now on I'm in control." He nods his understanding.
I tell him to get his ass back in the truck so he can go home. He stands there looking at me, his hand on his hard cock. I shake my head no and get in the truck. We head out of the preserve, I have a country music playlist on. A Luke Combs song comes on, Lovin' on You. To my surprise I see him mouthing the lyrics. He seems like such a tightly wound city boy I never would've guess he knew a single country song.
We arrive at his station; he points out his car and I drop him off. Before he closes the door I say "see you in the morning."
He smiles and says "yes sir" and closes the door. He watches me as I drive off.