Coworkers

I’m late. I wake up to the sound of my alarm, but I can’t find my phone. I know I’m late because it is already light outside. It takes me a couple seconds to focus and understand where my alarm is coming from. It’s in my room on my nightstand. I walk in and see my sheets. Suddenly I’m hit with the image of Alex’s face on top of me, his perfect smile, and the feeling of his dick inside me. FUCK. I run to turn off my alarm, it’s 7:53. I get dressed and run out with my carry-on already packed. Thank God I prepped it yesterday. No time for breakfast, I’ll just have something at the station.

I get there just in time to grab a coffee before getting on the train. I can’t see Alex yet, maybe a good thing. I need to be awake to be able to control my facial expressions around him; specially today. I get to my seat; I have the standalone seat with the small table in front of it. My back is to the direction of the movement. I usually prefer the other side, but Alex gets dizzy in trains. I put away my jacket, sit down, and drink my coffee. I can still see Alex’s dick every time I close my eyes. His dick spurring out, a bit to the left, from his perfectly round hairless balls, like the tower of Pisa. His urethra so thick suggesting his cum will blow you away, leading up to the perfect triangular shaped head. His shaft is linked to the head by tiny veins from all sides, supporting and admiring the perfectness of his penis.

I open my eyes and nearly spit the coffee at the sight of Alex’s crotch and boxers right there within grasp as he tries to stuff his belongings in the storage space above my seat. I take a deep breath right in time to be able to respond to his adorable “Good morning 😊”. He sits and starts a conversation with me about the weekend as if everything is normal. To be fair, for him, everything is normal. I muster all the strength my black coffee gave me and manage to go along with his conversation. Good thing he’s a morning person so I don’t have to contribute much to the conversation. A simple nod here and a laugh there.

His eyes are a perfect blue star color, eyelashes perfectly surrounding his eyes as if he used mascara. His eyebrows are dense but thin, I could swear he brushes them. They’re a bit darker than his dark blond hair. His hair, as usual, flawless. It’s the kind of hairstyle that looks casual as if he woke up like that, but the one we know took him a long time to fix. His ears are cute and small and are in the perfect position to highlight his cheekbones. His lips are huge. One second looking at them and I can imagine how they would feel on my lips. Soft yet strong enough to send bolts of electricity down my spine. I can feel their color. Is that a thing? Can you feel colors? But I swear I can. Funny. In my dream, his dick was the same color. I did read somewhere that the color of your penis is the same as your lips. Don’t know if that is true or not. His face did seem a bit different in my dream though, but not his lips. I can never forget those lips.

“Do I have something on my mouth?” he said suddenly. “I knew I shouldn’t have eaten that donut, but I was so late” he continued as he tried to wipe his lips with a paper towel he had. I must have been staring into his lips while fantasizing. “No no, I’m just a bit tired. Didn’t sleep well.” Was the best thing I could muster to answer. He then continued to say how he will try to sleep for a bit. Our train was not too long, and he wanted to arrive fresh, or so he said.

I resumed admiring his lips, his eyes, his whole face. Head tilted to the left, it’s as if he doesn’t have a bad side. No matter how he is, he is always gorgeous. Once I felt he dozed off, I felt safe. Safe to stare at his body, trying to undress him with my eyes. His shoulders are broad. He looks fit, but I can’t tell what’s under his clothes. He either knows how to dress or he has a body that looks perfect with everything. He has a light blue shirt, perfect color to magnify the sparkle in his eyes, with beige pants. His shirt is un-tucked, probably for the train, he will definitely fix it before we arrive at the client’s office. With that a dark blue jacket that he neatly tucked and has on his stomach. We don’t really need to dress up but I’ve almost never seen him under-dressed.

We’re back to the beach. This time we’re both naked, sitting watching the sunset. He turned to look at me with his piercing blue eyes. A thunder hit but there’s no rain. He smiles at me. I feel my dick hardened. Another lighting and I’m jolted back to reality. I dozed off and woke up to the sound of rain and thunder outside of our train. I’m hard and I can barely hide it in my work clothes.

I’m stressed that he will wake up and see me like this. I take my sweater, hold it above my crotch and make my way to the bathroom on the train. My dick is hard and hurting and I can’t seem to make it soft again. I close my eyes to relax and all I can see is his face in the dream when he was fucking me. This is not helping; it’s making things worse. I can feel my dick urging me to touch it. I try to tuck it down into my pants with no luck. I’m quite hung myself. I’m around 9 inches, not too thick. It’s not easy to hide a hard on, specially not in these pants I chose to wear this morning. I continue to try and tuck it, but the movement is making me hornier. Every time I touch myself, I remember his perfectly shaped lips. I imagine them wrapped around my dick, sucking it back and forth. My whole dick inside his mouth, the head reaching down his throat. I have one hand around the tip of my dick while the other works its way around the base and around my balls. There’s no place to hang my sweater so it’s on my head, limiting the amount of light I can see and enhancing my sight of Alex working my cock. His hands circling my waste, caressing my back, reaching my ass. I can almost feel his tongue under my dick. He’s circling the bottom of my tip with his tongue while his lips work magic on the base of my cock’s head. His hands make their way to my shaved asshole and I feel a finger go in. The tip of my dick hardens as my asshole loosens. I get a flash of Alex’s face and burst out my cum.

I move my sweater away from my face to realize I just fingered myself and masturbated in the bathroom of the train. Luckily my cum traveled safely with no major splashes. I clean myself and the bathroom as fast as I can with a mixed feeling of shame and relief. I can’t believe I just masturbated in the train. But at the same time, I’m glad my dick is shrinking again, and I can safely go back to my seat without alarming Alex.

I reach my seat to find Alex in the same position I left him. I sit down, stare at the window wishing that this trip could pass by without me making a fool of myself.