The train stopped at a couple of more stations. Very few people took the outbound trains this late in the night. The business man would hastily stow his loins away at each stop, pulling them back out once the platform vanished from sight. The big man in sweats gestured for him to come closer. He shook his head to which the big man jabbed his index finger down to the very spot he wanted the man to stand. He yielded and stood up. He was of average height. He was chubby but didn't' appear flabby. He stood in front of the big man, his cock and balls exposed. The big man took his genitals in one big hand and fondled them. The business man moaned and leaned against a vertical support rail.
The big man broke away from Steve's lips and tongue, but Steve stalked him, panting desperately, tongue seeking his. The big man grabbed Steve's jaw and guided it to the chubby man's cock. Steve pigged out on the man's cock, devouring it. "Oh, God have mercy!" the chubby man exclaimed. "He's sucking my dick. Oh, my God!" Oral sex was also a sin he had avoided religiously. He had been tempted a few times with his wife, but he had always fought the temptation. The sensations were incredible. He realized he had had no clue what feeling good really meant. And then the big man pinched his nipple and took him to a new level of pleasure. He cried out, "God!" and spewed his seed into Steve's mouth. It was a cathartic explosion, emptying himself. His semen flowed freely like a river breaking through a dam. He gasped as Steve gobbled his now sensitive cock. He stumbled away back to his seat.
He sat bewildered for a while, watching as the two hairy men resumed kissing. He had committed a grave sin. He had to repent, confess his sin. And yet, he could not forgot the ecstasy. For the first time in many decades, he had felt wonderfully alive. How could he go back to the doldrums? His thoughts were halted when the train slowed as it approached his stop. Quickly, he zipped himself up and grabbed his briefcase. He stood by the door, his back turned to the two men. Just walk away, he told himself. Don't look back! But as the platform came into view, he whipped out his wallet and pulled out a business card. He walked up to the big man, who was still staring at him. He leaned down and laid his card on the adjacent seat. When the doors slid open, he bolted.
The big man picked up the business card and read it: Daniel C. Smith, CPA. It was early April.
The train ran on for a few more minutes and stopped at a station. The man guided Steve off the train, through the station past a few gawkers, and into a car. The ride was unbearable for Steve, forbidden to touch his god. He whined quietly to himself, semen soaking into his jeans. Finally the car stopped and the engines turned off. Steve heard the rattling of a garage door. The man pulled Steve out and helped him up the stairs. He threw his ass on to the couch and pulled Steve down on top of him. The man held Steve firmly in his arms and kissed him.
"Well, cub, welcome to your new home."
Continued Tomorrow
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