This story occurred many years ago, before I’d met my husband Arjun. I was riding the subway home from work. The crowd on the train thinned as the train moved further away from the city core. I was able to take a seat and watched as a lithe young construction worker take the empty bench across from me. Sitting, he tipped his head down, likely tired from a long day on the job.
His baseball hat just blocked his eyes, giving me the sense I could observe him freely. He had a slim face with strong cheek bones and jaw line; tight lean arms, developed pecs and abs shown through his fitted t-shirt; no body hair to speak of; and well-fitting jeans that accentuated a shapely butt – especially for such a slim white guy – which I was sure to catch a glimpse of when he’d moved to sit.
His head drifted lower and swayed with the undulations of the train. It seemed like he was napping.
The train was empty now except for the two of us, nearing the final few stops on the line.
My eyes continued to observe his hot slim body, pausing on his crotch. There had always been a slight bulge in the fitted jeans, but it was growing larger. From one station to the next, his penis had expanded, pushing, searching for space as it spread along his left leg.
The twinky guy shifted, his left hand stretching over his crotch and rubbing against his engorged member.
I drank in the scene, my own cock in well-fitted chinos rising to the occasion.
He pushed his hips up and legs out in a stretch that aimed his crotch in my direction. “Like what you see,” he asked enticingly, his hand rubbing the length of his engorged cock.
I looked up, snapped a bit from my daydream about his naked body, and our eyes locked.
“Mine is the next stop,” he informed me, raising his eye, “Follow me if you want it.” He stroked his cock again. Like a long pipe snaking under the jeans.
The train entered the station and slowed. He squeezed his cock and stood up, flexing his beautiful butt and winking at me over his shoulder.
I squeezed my engorged cock in return and stood tantalizingly close to him; my arm just grazing his shoulder and neck as I reached for the rail to steady myself. The train lurched as it came to full stop, our bodies swaying, rubbing together.
“The name’s Ferenc,” he said, and lightly kissed my forearm, exposed from rolling up my shirt sleeve and reaching around him to hold the rail.
“Grant,” I said, following him off the train as the doors opened.
We chatted on the way to his apartment and let lust take over when we arrived.
Closing and locking the door, I pushed Ferenc against it, our tongues fighting each other and hands shucking our clothing.
Pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside, I stood back to admire the ripped, thin muscles I’d imagined. Firm rippling pecs, washboard 6-pack abs, muscled shoulders, and no body hair but for the tufts under his arms. His small dark brown nipples were hard. I moved back in and licked at his nipples, nibbled on the muscular pecs, and trailed my tongue down his abs. He tasted of sweat and smelled intoxicating, clean but like a hot summer day.
I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and my tongue worked its way downward. My teeth locked on the waistband of his underwear, and I pulled his jeans down. My cock was raging against my underwear and chinos now, driven by the sight and smell in front of me.
An 7inch uncut cock mostly exposed from obscenely tented side the jockstrap he wore attracted the most of my attention. Below the tented jock, in the hot, humid space of his groin hung a pair of heavy golf ball sized testicles.
I moved the pouch aside, shifting his scrotum to dangling outside the jockstrap. It was hairless and his balls hung low.
Ferenc fondled his cock and balls. “Get your mouth over here,” he guided, breaking my delirium.
I dove in, sucking both balls into my mouth and swirling them around. The smooth, hot skin felt wonderful caressing back on my active tongue. My head pulled back, stretching his scrotum and pulling on the root of his cock. He released it from the confines of the pouch, letting his hardness arc forward and land on my face, his foreskin covered head resting on my cheek bone.
“Suck my dick,” Ferenc said, gyrating his hips so his cock slid back and forth over my face, leaving thin streaks of his fluids on my skin.
I released his testicles and licked his cock, making my up to the head and sliding him into my warm, wet mouth.
He continued gyrating, slowing fucking my face.
I massaged his strong legs, which had just a wispy coating of fine hair. Up to his thighs, which were smooth as I got close to his butt, I heard him moaning. I grabbed the straps of his jock in my hands and snapped them back onto his body.
He moaned from his cock getting a workout in my mouth and the feeling of the straps snapping against his lower butt.
My hands moved further up, the straps of the jock still caught in them. I massaged his firm, muscled, hairless ass. It was small but in excellent shape. Using my leverage with his butt, I pulled him closer to me, taking another inch of cock in my mouth, which he continued to gently fuck. My fingers followed the curves of his ass and dove into the crack, gliding along the sensitive skin of his crack.
He moaned again, deeper and louder this time, pushing another inch of his hardness into my mouth.
I positioned the straps of his jock so they ran up the length of his butt crack and grazed his anus. As he kept fucking my mouth, I held onto the straps so they did not move with his movements, but rather slid back and forth over his anus and along his crack.
Ferenc was now moaning constantly and rammed his cock deep into my mouth. But he stopped fucking my face and just held himself there for a minute, gazing down at me with the hazy smile, my upper lip and nose nestled in his jockstrap.
“You are one hot cock sucker,” he complimented. “But I want more than that.” With that he withdrew his cock and gave me a hand, helping me stand. Keeping hold of my hand, he pulled me after him into the bathroom, stepping out of his work boots and jeans on the way.
Shucking his socks and jockstrap on the bathroom floor, this twinky adonis stood before me fully naked, his 7inchs standing hard pointing at the ceiling. And for the first time I saw the ample brown bush that grow above his long dick. It was the only real body hair this man had on his body. It was hot.
Ferenc released my hand and finished stripping off my tie, collared shirt, and undershirt. His hands explored my shapely pecs and abs, and played with the coating of hair on my defined chest and the treasure trail down to my chinos.
“I love a guy with some hair,” Ferenc said, licking my hairy nipples.
He undid my belt and chinos, bending down to slip them off.
His eyes were at crotch level, and he took in the sight of my fully erect 8inches straining my white bikini briefs. “Fucking hot,” he breathed, seeing a large and growing area around the head of my cock turning translucent from the spigot of precum flowing from my cock.
He now dove in, tonguing and sucking all the precum from my underwear as he could.
“Fuuuucckk,” I moaned, pushing my cock against his mouth.
He yanked my underwear down and my cock flopped out, immediately getting swallowed to the hilt by his waiting mouth.
He bobbed his head back and forth, working my entire cock, moaning with it filling his maw.
I moaned again. “You are also one hot cock sucker,” I exclaimed.
He smiled up at me and let my cock drop from his mouth. “You’ll like what else I have to offer too.”
Ferenc took my socks off, slapped my cock, grabbed it on the rebound, and pulled me into the shower after him.
As he walked and stepped over the tub edge, I watched the beautiful firm curves of his muscular butt rise and fall.
“Fucking hell,” I said, running a hand over his perky flesh. “Slim guy like you with an ass like this, genetic lottery.”
Water hissed from the shower and Ferenc soaped his butt, bending over slightly and pulling the cheeks apart. His deep brownish red anus flexed open and closed. He lathered all over, paying special attention to his hole, probing a finger into and out. He looked over his shoulder and winked.
Water cascaded down his back, washing away the soap, but he made no move to change his position.
I dropped to my knees and fell into his ass, my face planted, my tongue lathering his crack and anus as I moaned in glory.
Ferenc moaned too, much more gutturally and needy than before. “Eat my ass,” he pleaded.
I worked him over, licking, probing, and nibbling at his ass. When I probed, he pushed back against me.
“More,” he said, not wanting me to stop my tongue action.
As I continued, he slowly stroked his dick.
I reached around and stroked his length, feeling his sensitive exposed head coated in precum.
“UUUUUggghhh,” he moaned, “Yeah man.”
I continued my work on his anus and stroked my own cock.
“Stand up,” Ferenc commanded.
He turned, squirting lube from a bottle he kept on the shelf in the shower into his hand. Looking me in the eye, he lubed my cock, almost coaxing it to behave how he wanted it to, taming the snake before it bit him.
“You want to fuck my muscly twink ass,” he goaded, a mix of a question and statement.
“Fuck yeah bro,” I breathed, leaning into a passionate kiss.
He melted into me, hand wrapped around my dick, sucking my tongue into his mouth, and whimpered in my embrace.
Mid-kiss he turned back around, having lubed his own ass. Still holding my slick cock in his hand, he drove his anus onto my dick and bottomed himself out in one deft movement.
“Ffffffuuuuucccckkkkkk,” we exclaimed in unison.
“You are also one hot fuck,” I said, feeling his unbelievable tight warmth squeezing my cock.
“Yeah,” he moaned, gazing at me over his shoulder, “Now show me you are too.”
With my cock lodged fully in his ass, I held tight to his hips and forced my cock in as far as I could, stretching him out, flexing his insides.
He whimpered.
I held him there for a moment, like he’d done with his cock in my mouth, before pulling fully out.
I teased his anus with my head, circling my glans along his anal lips. Ferenc tried to push his butt back onto my cock, to swallow me again, but my hands held him in place.
“UUggghhh,” he moaned in pleasure and frustration. “Give it to me.”
I pushed my fat mushroom head in and popped it back out.
In and out.
Teasing him but giving him some pleasure.
His hole opened wider, and anus reaching out for my dick, and I thrust myself into the hilt.
“UUUUUGH,” Ferenc exclaimed, bucking back into my hands and pelvis. “FUCK dude!”
I gently slid around, prodding and massaging every part of his insides, listening to the moans I elicited in each location.
Picking up speed, I made my rounds again, this time faster and with more force, making a mental map of where to focus my efforts inside his anus.
I pulled fully out again and leaned in, my body enveloping his arms wrapping his torso, crushing him into me. My cock lay pressed tight along the ridges of his crack. My left hand dropped to stroke his leaking cock, my right remaining in place to hold his body firmly to mine.
“Are you ready,” I whispered in his ear.
He moaned and turned his head, kissing me in response.
“Ready to feel just how good of a fucker I am,” I teased, nibbling on his ear.
Holding him close, I adjusted my hips and aligned my head with his anus. Applying a bit of pressure, I waited for him to open himself and take me in. I didn’t wait long.
All 8 inches slid in with ease.
Licking his ear, I went for it.
Pulling most of the way out and plowing back in, I fucked his ass wildly. Dicking him at different depths, speeds, angles, all the while crushing his torso to mine and jacking his dick. I pounded all the best parts of his ass, the ones he moaned particularly loudly or intensely at before.
And every so often I avoid them all on purpose, let them restore their full sensitivity before assaulting them anew.
Ferenc moaned like he’d been possessed and bucked his hips against me with abandon.
“Fucking god,” he cried out. “Split me in fucking half!”
I picked up speed, both of us quickly building to orgasm.
I was sweating, panting in his ear.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ferenc moaned. “Fuck my ass!”
I couldn’t go any faster, but I was sure to make each thrust count, focusing now on a select few of the most sensitive spots and leaving most of my inches inside.
His right hand came down to the head of his cock, and I felt it expand in my hand.
“MMMMMMMMAAAAAAHHHHHHHH,” he screamed, clenched his ass on my cock, and exploded. Massive ropes of cum coated and pooled in his hand. So much cum that it overflowed and dripped onto the wet porcelain, the shower water whisking it away.
I kept up my assault on his anus and his moans kept coming. I could feel his anus quivering, his penile orgasm shifting to an anal one, losing control of his clenched anal muscles.
Ferenc brought his cum soaked hand to his mouth and drank his load, licking up the remains, garbling moans as he ate.
This pushed me over the edge, and I thrust my cock fully inside, my testicles pressed between his muscular cheeks and my groin and unloaded deep inside.
“FFUUCCCKKK,” I grunted in his ear, crushing his body against mine as I came.
Coming down from our highs, Ferenc turned his head to meet my lips. I could taste his salty, fresh cum on his lips and tongue.
“That was one hot fuck,” we said in unison.
Pecking a kiss to my lips, he told me to, “Stay inside until you slip out naturally.”
We continued to kiss, his hands exploring my body, my holding him firmly.
Eventually my penis grew flaccid and slipped from his butt. He moaned, feeling it slid out.
“Why don’t you stay for dinner,” he invited, “We can go for a second round later.”
I kissed him again and slapped his butt with my flaccid cock, “My pleasure.”
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