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STORY:
It had been a couple of months since Luke caught his roommate and friend Joshua drilling his boyfriend Miles's ass. He still felt hurt by the infidelity and the betrayal. At first, in the days following the incident, Luke decided not to say anything to give Miles or Joshua a chance to be honest if they could and tell him something, but time passed, weeks and months went by, and neither of them had confessed anything to Luke. Luke regretted not having said anything, because months later there was no longer any point in doing so. If he told Miles that he had caught him being unfaithful, the latter would surely ask him why he did not tell him at the very moment it happened, or why he did not interrupt the act, and Luke was not prepared to reveal the real reason.
Even though he felt betrayed and hurt, and found out that both his boyfriend and his friend, whom he still loved, were scumbags who had no qualms about fucking behind his back and then hiding it all, he felt conflicted with himself. Every time he thought about what happened that night, his cock would wake up like a typical morning erection, hard as a rock and screaming for him to jerk off. He didn't understand, he felt deeply hurt but at the same time... deeply horny? Since that night, every time he fucked Miles he couldn't help but think of the image he seemed to have photographed with his brain. He couldn't get rid of the memory of Joshua sticking his cock into his boyfriend, spitting on him, spanking him, and then, if that wasn't enough, making him suck his cock next to the couch where he pretended to be asleep. Every time Miles came to the house and Joshua was present, Luke felt the imperious need to get up with any cheap excuse and disappear for twenty minutes, just to spy if his boyfriend and his roommate were fucking again. However, from that night on Joshua and Miles seemed to have the same relationship as before, with no sexual tension between them, no glances or complicit laughter. They were cordial. Luke, who was innocent as far as his partner was concerned, but not stupid, assumed that Miles was in charge of emptying Joshua's balls daily at the gym since his boyfriend went ahead with the idea of signing up at the gym where his roommate worked. He still didn't have proof, but he knew he wanted to find out.
That week, however, it wasn't possible, as Joshua had gone with a couple of friends on vacation to a different part of the country, claiming he planned to fuck every chick he could find since Kendall wasn't traveling with him, while Miles had left the country for a couple of days to go to a work meeting. At first, he thought that both had orchestrated those excuses to go on a trip together and fuck behind his back, but thanks to social media and video calls with the two sons of bitches he could see that each one was where he claimed to be.
That day, Miles returned to the country. He was going back to the city and had arranged with Luke to pick him up at the station. He got ready and got in the car. Miles would be back in an hour, but Luke had thought it would be good to arrive earlier, sit down to eat something -since he hadn't had lunch yet- and wait quietly for his boyfriend to arrive.
He prepared to leave, checked once more that Joshua was still on his trip -he still felt they might be smart enough to have fooled him again-, and headed for the garage.
Once on the road, when he had to stop due to a red light, he took the opportunity to write a message to his boyfriend.
"Babe, when you're close let me know and I'll come out and get you," Luke wrote.
He continued on his way and kept thinking about the night Miles and Joshua had spent together. From the way they both spoke, he sensed that it was the first time they had fucked behind his back. Luke had Joshua's image of being a straight guy in the maximum expression of the word. He left no thong untied and no woman untasted. He talked constantly, as long as Kendall was not present, about his little sex stories with other women. He openly admitted that he had paid more than one cheap whore for sex because he could treat them as he wished and they would never complain and he assured that, even though he did not need them, he was thinking of buying their services again. On top of that, Joshua had shown his gay friend a hidden gallery on his iPhone of all the nudes he had received, or taken slyly without the consent of his sexual partners, of all the women he had fucked, photos that he passed around the group of "his boys" as he said so that everyone could comment on them and give them a score from one to ten, and that all his friends did the same, passing around photos of all the "cunts" (that's what Joshua called them) they fucked. He was so straight and so vicious that he found it surprising to learn that his boyfriend had been so persuasive and slutty to make that stud succumb to his charms. In a certain part, a tiny part of his being, he envied the fact that it was Miles who had the opportunity to fuck Joshua, and not him, who for so many years had known and desired him.
Thinking of that night, of the sensuality with which his boyfriend seduced his roommate, and of Joshua's naked body and big cock, made his own cock fill with blood, fattening under the thin fabric of his sweatpants. He was driving, quite distracted due to the thoughts replaying in his mind, so he decided to stop for a few minutes on the side of the deserted road and jerk off.
He pulled off the road and parked the car. There was always the possibility that some driver or trucker might pass by and see him, but Luke was to some degree somewhat of an exhibitionist. He didn't do it on purpose, but he didn't care if he was caught red-handed. He started rubbing the bulge in his pants, leaned his head back, and closed his eyes. He wanted to jerk off thinking about his boyfriend, but automatically all the images of that night started to play before his eyes. He panicked and stopped. Was he traumatized? He thought so because it wasn't normal how recurrent those memories were for him. But, at the same time, he thought he couldn't be traumatized, otherwise, he wouldn't get horny with those thoughts.
He got tired of thinking about the scene starring his boyfriend and his roommate, so he decided to grab his cell phone and get on Twitter and the groups he liked the most on Telegram. He wanted to watch free porn and have a quiet stroke session before picking up his boyfriend. He started looking for videos and saw some interesting ones. Golden shower, feet, armpits, orgies, threesomes... Little by little, it changed, and soon he started watching videos of men fucking next to another sleeping man, who claimed to be the boyfriend of one of those involved in the action; typical videos where the top fucks the bottom while he peeks out of the bathroom or bedroom door to talk to his boyfriend, who is ignorant to what is going on inside the room; basically, cheating videos. Had he developed a new fetish? Whatever it was, it didn't take long for him to take out his cock and start jerking off. The aroma of cock soon spread throughout the car, and his hand and cock were covered in pre-cum, which he was using as lube to enhance the stroking. His hand was running up and down his skin while moans, single words and, on some louder occasions, pleas from the supposed "boyfriend" to his unfaithful partner asking him to stop fucking the third party were coming out of the phone. All that was making him too horny, and he would have cum soon had not a message appeared on his phone screen, interrupting the sound of the video he was watching due to the ringing notification.
"You don't need to come. I'm going to catch an Uber," read the message Miles had just sent.
Luke interrupted the handjob immediately. In a normal situation, he would have insisted a couple of times and, after his boyfriend's refusals, he would have returned home the same way he had come; however, this time that was not the case. He noticed how a gutwrenching feeling took hold of his chest and made its presence felt in his stomach. His suspicions had to be true. Joshua and Miles must have orchestrated that plan to go on vacation together, or, if not, to return the same day and fuck behind his back again while he played the asshole going to pick up his poor boyfriend at the station so he wouldn't come home alone, all this while his roommate drilled the ass that belonged to him in any hotel or, who knows, maybe in his own apartment while he returned from the station.
He couldn't be left with the intrigue. He had two options: ignore his boyfriend, go to the station and catch them both red-handed or, on the contrary, make a video call right then and there with Joshua to check that he was still away on vacation and that his boyfriend wasn't being unfaithful.
He kept his cock under his tracksuit, which, despite his displeasure, seemed to be harder than ever, and called his friend. Joshua's name was on the screen, and all Miles could see was his face as he waited for his roommate to answer the video call; however, he did not. He did not answer but hung up instead. He interrupted the incoming call. A great nervousness came over Luke, who put his seatbelt back on and got back on the road.
He drove as fast as he could while trying not to crash on the road. Luckily, it was early and there weren't too many cars on the way to the station, which was on the outskirts of town. When he arrived, he parked and got out of the car, heading for the coffee shop. He sat down and soon the waitress came over to ask if he wanted something to drink. He ordered a coffee just to try to calm himself down, although when it was served he didn't pay the slightest attention to it. He didn't answer his boyfriend's message but called his roommate a couple more times, who hung up on him again without answering his video call. He was sure, his boyfriend and his roommate had devised a plan to cheat on him together.
He waited for his boyfriend's train to arrive. He decided not to call his roommate again and waited a few minutes sitting in the coffee shop, in silence. The coffee had gone cold, and when he finally took a sip he spat it back into the cup, disgusted by how cold it was. He fiddled with his phone, worried but, at the same time, curious. At that moment, with the cold temper, he wanted to confront them both. Tell them that he knew what happened and that he didn't want to continue having a relationship with either of them; however, in the heated moment, the situation was getting on his nerves too. He couldn't deny that watching his boyfriend fuck others was enjoyable, but he had always thought it would be consensual, that he would be present while his boyfriend enjoyed watching him jerk off. Unfortunately - or fortunately - it had fallen to him to be just another cuckold in society.
During that time he tried to convince himself that fidelity was a human creation; that, as animals, men needed to maintain sexual relations with different individuals throughout their lives and that being romantically linked to a person for a long time did not mean that physiological needs took a back seat. At times, he came to believe it. However, it took little time for him to return to what he believed society had instilled in him, which was to feel hurt to know that his boyfriend was a cheater, and, according to what he said that night in the bathroom, not only with Joshua but with many other men. At least he knew that he was not going to be unfaithful with a woman, because he was a real faggot.
When he was about to decide to ask the waitress to reheat his coffee, his phone vibrated. It was Miles, his boyfriend, and Luke didn't take a second to answer.
"Miles," Luke said, slightly nervous but, at the same time, happy that his boyfriend had called him. "How are you doing?"
"Good, the train is already pulling into the station," Miles said.
Luke looked up from his coffee and in the distance, he could see a train approaching at full speed. In a matter of seconds, he would be standing in front of people waiting to greet friends and family, and those waiting for the next boarding.
"Great, I can't wait to see you..."
"You're at home, aren't you?" Miles asked, and Luke noticed the concern about being caught in his voice.
"Sure, I read your message. It's silly to get an Uber when I can pick you up, but well..."
"It's so you don't move, the traffic must be crazy," Miles said, and his boyfriend thought of the deserted road. "Anyway, when I get there I'll tell the Uber to drop me off at your place, okay?"
"Okay."
"I love you."
"I love you too. Bye," Luke said goodbye, before hanging up.
During the conversation, the train got closer and closer. It was already entering the station and, in a matter of minutes, opened the doors. A stream of people came out of the train. Businessmen, mothers with their children, people running and hugging others who had been waiting on the platform since before Luke sat down in the cafeteria... He began to think that the train story was also a lie since he didn't see his boyfriend until he came out dragging a suitcase.
Miles was wearing a tight T-shirt, which clung to the muscles he was gradually developing in the gym with Joshua. The myth of his roommate was true: he was the toughest trainer in town. The results on his boyfriend's body made that clear. At least he knew that, even though it was very likely that they were fucking behind his back, they respected the training and he had a boyfriend who was getting hotter and hotter, although he still kept his twink body, no matter how much muscle he developed. Accompanying the T-shirt was a pair of black sweatpants. If his bosses saw what he looked like, they wouldn't have selected him to travel to the neighboring country, Luke thought. Still, his boyfriend turned him on in every way possible. That hurt him a little. Luke adored Miles. He still made him just as horny as the first day they met, and he still wanted to eat him out just as badly. Didn't Miles feel the same way? Every time they had sex it was just as wonderful as in the beginning, and when they were together his boyfriend couldn't help but grope him and try to get him horny for sex; however, he was looking for sex outside of the relationship. He was a cheater, and everything pointed to him being unfaithful with multiple people... Was Luke not enough for Miles? He didn't know what to think, and maybe that was the most painful thing for him. At the same time, it made him very aroused to think that he was enough for Miles, but he was just a pig who couldn't help but open his ass when a cock was planted in front of him.
He thought that Miles would go to the outside of the station to get in the Uber, however, he sat on a bench facing the train, as if he was waiting for someone. Luke was mentally prepared to see his friend exit the train and join his boyfriend, or so he thought. He didn't know if he would collapse or decide to follow the two lovers, but he knew that the one Miles was sitting waiting for was Joshua. When Miles smiled and got up at the sight of someone leaving the train, Luke got up from the chair he was sitting in and approached, slyly, to the glass window of the cafeteria, with the intention of seeing Joshua's face without anyone noticing that he was spying on his boyfriend. However, the person who approached Miles was a stranger. Luke had no idea who he was.
He left the cafeteria, again, careful not to be discovered. He looked at the man. He was quite tall. His hair was short on the sides and a little longer on top, without being too exaggerated. He must have been close to 50, as the hair appeared to be gray. He was clean-shaven and wore business clothes. A white shirt, black peg pants, and shiny shoes of the same color. In his hand he carried a bag and, hanging from it, a jacket that matched the pants. Luke fixed his gaze on both of them and noticed that they did not hug or address each other with signs of affection or appreciation. Rather, they acted like two people who had just met. The older man looked at his watch and said something to Miles, and Miles nodded. Miles then turned his head towards the door of the cafeteria, as if he noticed his boyfriend's presence, but Luke had time to hide behind a group of teenagers who had clearly just come from playing a game since they smelled of sweat and had damp hair. When Miles saw that no one was watching him, he moved away from the man in a suit.
"That's not where the exit is," Luke thought.
The latter fixed his gaze on his boyfriend, who was walking calmly to another end of the station. Luke realized where his boyfriend was going when he saw the white sign with blue drawings indicating that it was the men's room. Luke finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the train closing the doors and his roommate was nowhere to be found. He was about to leave his hiding place and go to the restroom to surprise Miles when his phone began to vibrate. He took it out of his pocket and it was a video call from Joshua, his friend. He hesitated about whether he should answer it or not since he wanted to meet with his boyfriend, but he thought of all the missed calls Joshua had seen on his cell phone due to his hysterical outburst so he felt guilty, and he decided to answer it.
"Hey Joshua, what's up?"
"I don't know, you tell me. I have more missed calls from you than from Kendall," he replied with a laugh.
"Have you talked to her? You're a bastard to the poor girl," Luke said.
"I just went down to the pool, I've been talking to her for half an hour."
"Kendall?" Luke heard the voice of one of Joshua's friends. "I thought you were talking to Miles."
Luke noticed that knot of nervousness gripping his chest again. Had they made a video call? They didn't even need to be together anymore to betray Luke.
"Emm... Yeah, I talked to Miles too," Luke noticed the reproachful look Joshua gave his friend. "He asked me some gym stuff, you know, what weights to use and such..." Joshua said, looking back at Luke, though he quickly changed the subject. "What did you call me for?"
"Nothing, it was just to talk for a while, I was bored at home..." he tried to disguise the lie.
"Are you still there? I'm hearing a lot of noise."
"No, I went down to the bar to have a coffee. In a little while Miles will be here, he's taking an Uber," Luke said.
"Yes, he told me."
"Well, I'll leave you. See you in a few days."
"Bye. Don't fuck too much," he said with a laugh, before hanging up.
That was something. At least he knew they hadn't traveled together or met in person. He looked up and realized that that brief video call had lasted longer than he thought. The station was quite empty. Many of the people who were waiting for their relatives and acquaintances had already left, with them by their side. He was still waiting for his boyfriend to come out of the bathroom. He looked around and realized that the man he had seen Miles talking to had disappeared as well. He still didn't know how or why his boyfriend knew that man well enough to talk to him after leaving the train, but he didn't think much about it. Surely the man was an old acquaintance and, being in a hurry, he left the station before saying goodbye to Miles.
He decided to do what he thought before the call: go to the restroom to surprise his boyfriend. He could imagine his reaction. He wanted to take an Uber so as not to bother Luke, but he would be very happy to see that Luke hadn't listened to him and had decided to pick Miles up. Everyone liked it when a familiar face came to meet them after a long trip.
He walked with a big smile towards the restroom. On the way, he still kept seeing various people meeting, catching up, etc., and he couldn't help but think how much he was looking forward to meeting his boyfriend and having him update Luke on everything that had happened on the trip, what the company had decided and such. He just felt like lying in bed with Miles, cuddling and talking together, and then, of course, fucking until neither of them could take any more.
Finally, he reached the bathroom. He was surprised that the restrooms were so far apart. The men's was in one area and the women's was in another part of the station, both completely away from each other. When he entered, he saw the empty restroom. It was white, and the floor was not as clean as it should have been, but this was nothing new for public restrooms in a station. The urinal was a large metal plate that stretched along one wall, with no partitions. Those interested in peeing there would have to do so very close to each other. Next to the urinals were the sinks, with a large mirror in front of them. There, Luke spotted a suitcase that looked unattended. It was not his boyfriend's. Miles's suitcase was small, one of the typical ones used for a short trip, a couple of days, when you didn't need too much luggage. He was sure his boyfriend must be inside one of the cubicles, and his suitcase with him.
Luke walked further into the restroom and stood in front of the urinals. He pulled down his pants and began to pee. The little coffee he had drunk was taking effect, and he felt great pleasure as he pissed. Suddenly, in the silence of the bathroom, he heard several noises. They were rhythmic and muffled sounds. It was obvious that whoever was making them was trying not to be heard, but Luke identified them. That was the sound of muffled moans. If he had to guess, he would have thought someone was moaning while eating a cock. These muffled moans were accompanied by the sound of what seemed like a belt buckle rattling like a rattle. A quickie in the station toilets. At that moment, Luke realized that he never saw his boyfriend come out of the restroom and that there was an abandoned suitcase in the middle of the room. His heart skipped a beat, and Luke began to imagine the impossible. Was his boyfriend sucking dick in there?
He froze for a second. The piss was lasting longer than expected, but he knew that, as soon as he finished pissing, he was going to investigate. He needed to know if his boyfriend was being unfaithful again. Deep inside he hoped it was something that only happened with Joshua, his roommate. It was something that, within limits, he could forgive, but could he forgive his boyfriend if he fucked with people other than him or Joshua? He didn't know.
He shook his cock as he finished pissing, just as he heard an exclamation.
"God!"
An unfamiliar voice let out that word. It was clear that something had made him exclaim that way, but, mid-expression he had decided he had to turn down the volume as if he was doing something he shouldn't be doing. Within seconds, a man opened the door to the last available cubicle, which was attached to the wall. Luke caught a fleeting glimpse of the man's cock, which looked wet, just before the man tucked it away in his jeans. He was a middle-aged man, neither too handsome nor exaggeratedly ugly.
"Morning," he said when he saw Luke, and the latter merely put on a fake smile.
The man didn't even bother to wash his hands, but grabbed his suitcase and, dragging it, walked out of the bathroom. It was at that instant that Luke realized that the muffled moaning sounds had died down, yet the buckle was still making noise. Moreover, the moaning could now be heard more clearly, with nothing in the person's mouth to muffle it.
Luke, intrigued to know if it was his boyfriend, although he was sure he knew the answer without having to check, went into the cubicle that the stranger left available. Upon entering, he didn't even close the door. It was clear that the cubicle next door was where that buckle was rattling; where someone was having sex, for it was now clear that the moans were coming from two different people. Luke knew it. He knew that one of them was Miles, but he had to check it with his own eyes. He didn't know if the reason for such curiosity was that he wanted to confirm once and for all that he was the biggest cuckold in the country or that, for some strange reaction of his body, he wanted to watch his boyfriend fuck again without knowing that he was aware. He didn't close the door so as not to reveal to those anonymous people that someone was nearby.
When he entered the cubicle he noticed a hole in the wall. A Gloryhole. That explained the wet sounds that camouflaged the moans; that explained the drool-soaked cock that the stranger had stuffed down his pants before leaving. It was a pretty big hole. If any of the members of the other cubicle peeked through the hole, they would be able to see Luke's face perfectly. He didn't know if he should peek in and check if it was his boyfriend, but quickly, without looking, he was out of doubt.
"Who were you talking to on the train?" An unfamiliar voice asked.
"A friend," Miles's voice, between groans, made itself heard on the other side of the cubicle.
"Do you make dirty video calls with your friends?" The other voice was moaning, too, and, by the breathing, Luke knew he was ramming into his boyfriend.
"He's a friend of my boyfriend's. He didn't hook up last night and wanted to jerk off quickly," Miles confessed.
He knew it! Luke wasn't as much of a retarded as his boyfriend and his roommate thought he was. He knew they had done something during the video call and that, even if they were miles apart, they would find a way to continue the infidelity. That confirmed to him that, despite not having seen them fuck again, they were still doing it.
"A cheater too?" Luke heard a spank, followed by a moan of pleasure from Miles. "I love fags like that."
He noticed how his cock began to wake up. Ever since he began to imagine that Miles and Joshua had done something during the video call, his cock had been getting hard. Going into the restroom and discovering that his boyfriend was being unfaithful again was the last thing he needed to feel betrayed and hurt, but, moreover, to get his cock hard. He didn't hesitate for a second. If his boyfriend was going to be unfaithful, at least he had the right to enjoy his body's natural reaction, even if he didn't agree with it. He pulled down the waistband of his pants, pulled out his cock, and began to jerk off gently. The sounds that crept through the hole in the wall were getting louder and louder. Miles and the stranger thought they were alone, with no one listening, so they were giving free rein to their passion.
"Does your boyfriend fuck you like this?" the stranger asked, thrusting hard into Miles, who was moaning like a slut.
"He fucks me fucking great," Miles confessed, and that made Luke a proud top, "but I always want more."
The moans increased in quantity and volume. They were fucking like animals. The handjob Luke was giving himself was getting faster and faster. He couldn't believe he was freely jerking off while his boyfriend was being fucked by a stranger just inches away. He had done it before when he discovered Miles and Joshua fucking, but this situation was different. He jerked off instinctively, and the guy fucking him wasn't a stranger. In that restroom, Luke decided to jerk off, knowing that it would have significant consequences for him, like having to jerk off every time he sensed that his boyfriend was being unfaithful; and, besides, the one who was fucking him was a stranger. Was Miles such a slut that he would fuck any guy who put his dick in front of him? Did he have no limits? Did he not respect Luke's pride at all? Those thoughts, though they should have worried him, made him even hornier.
"Fuck," Luke whispered, and immediately regretted it.
"Is anyone there?" Miles asked.
Luke hadn't whispered as softly as he thought he did, and the other two heard him. Miles didn't panic, or flinch, he simply stuck a couple of fingers in the hole and stroked the circumference, indicating to who he thought was a stranger to stick his cock in there, unaware that it was his boyfriend. Luke, too horny to miss the opportunity, walked over to the wooden wall and stuck his cock in the hole.
"Fuck, nice cock," the stranger said.
"Looks like my boyfriend's," Miles replied, laughing, oblivious to the fact that it was Luke's.
"Then get to sucking," said the mysterious voice.
It didn't take long for Luke to notice his boyfriend's wet mouth around his cock. Miles must have been very horny because he shoved it down his throat in one go. He began to move his head and tongue, back and forth and circularly, respectively, sucking and moistening the entire surface of his boyfriend's cock. Luke noticed how warm the inside of Michael's mouth felt around his cock, and avoided moaning so his boyfriend wouldn't recognize his voice.
The speed and motion with which Miles sucked his cock matched the noise the stranger's hips made as they bounced against Luke's boyfriend's ass. Miles was merely moaning and sucking in a masterful way that Luke was more than used to by now but still enjoyed as much as the first day despite this. Luke wished he could take his boyfriend's head and fuck his mouth, but he had to settle for that wonderful blowjob. From Miles's moans of pleasure, Luke knew that the stranger was fucking him hard, but giving him as much pleasure as possible. The situation was too much for Luke. Knowing that his boyfriend was sucking him off while he thought it was another stranger, opening his ass to a stranger who was fucking him, all this while thinking that Luke was at home waiting for him and that he would never know anything about it... Everything made Luke go to the extreme, and he had to control himself not to cum. However, the stranger couldn't hold out that long, as he had been fucking Miles for several minutes.
"Can I knock you up?" the voice asked.
"Mmhmm," Miles moaned, giving him permission to breed his hole.
The man began to ram hard. The sounds were too raucous, and Luke was glad the station wasn't too crowded when he wandered into the restrooms. The door to his cubicle was still open, and he reacted in time, closing it with his hand. At that moment, while Miles was still sucking his cock, the man spoke again, this time in a muffled shout.
"Your boyfriend is going to greet you with your asshole dripping with cum!"
This was all it took for Luke to cum. As his boyfriend sucked him off, he began to unload loads of cum on his tongue, filling his mouth completely, as if he hadn't cum in months. The man's moans told him that he was cumming too, stuffing his boyfriend's asshole. Miles was getting cum from both ends of his body, and from the moans he was letting out he seemed all too happy about this. As his boyfriend cleaned his cock, Luke noticed how he swallowed the cum.
"What a fucking pig," he thought. "He swallows a stranger's cum and lets someone else cum inside him."
That side of Miles surprised him more and more, but he couldn't deny that, at the same time, it made him too horny.
Miles pulled away from the wall, letting Luke's cock slip out.
"Well, I'm leaving, my boyfriend is going to kill me," Miles said.
Through the hole, from a position where his face could not be seen, Luke watched as his boyfriend put on his pants and left the cubicle, dragging the small cabin suitcase. Miles waited a couple of minutes for his boyfriend to leave the bathroom and, hopefully, the station. When the time was up, he stepped out and walked to the sink. He turned on the faucet when, from the other cubicle, the stranger emerged. Miles looked at him through the mirror and recognized him. It was the man Miles had greeted when leaving the train; the one wearing the business attire. He came out of the bathroom with a grin from ear to ear, still carrying a large bulge under his pants.
"What a slut, huh?" Said the stranger.
"Does he have a nice ass?" Luke asked, knowing the answer.
"Tight as a virgin," he smiled and began washing his hands next to Luke. "And on top of that, he already came dripping with cum."
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