The 5:33 To Stamford

by Petr-Johan

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His was a gray suit, white shirt, ‘sincere’ tie as all the other men on the platform or scurrying to it for the train wore. Sure, here and there was a guy in Navy or even gray with chalk stripes but the overall hue was gray; If they stopped, stripped and exchanged clothes, you’d never know it happened. Except on Friday. The newly decreed ‘Business Casual’ day. To some this meant no tie and well shined loafers, to others, usually the young, jeans and a camel’s hair blazer-blue blazers also, but they went with gray pants.

He stood there, his usual place to meet Dave, by the door to the third car, one nearest the bar car but not in the bar car. They’d go there, perhaps, once a wheel was turning and they were in the labyrinth of tunnels that went under Park Avenue but not until; Drinking before movement meant incipient alcoholism, after movement, just a way to kill the boredom of the train ride.

Too many days, weeks now months had he stood there, hoping the cup he’d slipped into his briefs before he left the office concealed his hard cock-Once Jerry from D & D almost caught him but he covered, saying, “Fucking zipper….’member when they were metal? Stayed together?” Jerry just nodded his head, pulled out his schlong and concurrently hit the flusher on the urinal.

How Dave could just saunter down the slight incline so casually, he envied him. How could he? Knowing what they, the two of them were going to do? Fucking on a train, standing up in the mens’ can? Worrying if there was spill? Even a dot or stain that could be seen. Maybe he should start wearing a hat, in case of emergencies, at least he could cover it with that; His case was too big, holding it in front of him would look, well, odd plus, heavy as it was, getting slammed in the balls almost every step he too…..

“Hey ya, big fella? Good today? Jesus it’s a scorcher….lets get on, least there’s some air in there.” He paused. “Maybe we could score a john now...” Aidan just stared at him while, as he laughed, Dave pushed him against the aluminum side of the train and groped him. Deeply.

“Jesus, what if someone…?”

“Half the guys on this platform are fixated, crap, lean forward and look in the window, you can’t see the window, just floor to ceiling, wall to wall guys each holding four miniatures...they wouldn’t notice if I dropped down and blew you...” He laughed, “Fuck, they wouldn’t know if I blew them...” He had a look in his eye that scared Aidan...he knew Dave, it was just the kind of stunt he’d pull.

“Come on, All Aboard!, lets head, uh...for the next car back, hardly anyone there, bet we could even find one empty all to ourselves….I know I want to have fucked and blown you before we hit New Rochelle….”

He reached as to look for a ticket in an inside pocket but slid his hand under Aidan’s suit jacket, grasping a nipple. “Get those stuck with a barbell, easier to find them...”

“Dave!!! are you crazy?” At which point they apparently, according to some intuition of his soon to be fuck buddy, found a door that was a men’s and in they went.

“Told you, half empty...uh...this is an oldy, so it’s got the sort of full bathroom where guys used to shave...probably came from the New Haven, used on the Boston run….mornings in here, just like the barber shop at the Waldorf….got a bench too….” He leered. “Start undoing your pants, I’m holding mine up with a quarterly report, suck in and down they fall.”

Aidan almost stumbled down the central aisle; He swore Dave had his cock out and was pushing him with it...One day, oh sweet Jesus, one day they’d get caught...That idea was interrupted when he felt the back of his neck licked while a hand reached around to untie his tie...” I wanta get my hand on that hairy chest...pinch the other point, get your peter pickle pepper pointing hard.”

“Doesn’t rhyme.”

“Yeah, but the thought’s there.” There was a slight bend in the way back and they were beside the door marked “Men”. Pausing to use Aidan’s now exposed dick as a lever, he pushed down and, bingo, the door popped open.

“Yep, empty. Uh, find something to jam it, now. You got anything on you, like a pad, we could write “Out of Order”? Unfortunately he did-he was an ad man so he compulsively carried stuff to doodle on, pads, pens….His lettering for his didn’t look half bad, nothing a kid would write and, stuck on the outside, with a no longer used spittoon shoved against it, they had a private room...or he hoped until someone had the hot screaming trots and pounded on the door….

Dave was already down to his socks, pulling on Aidan to get him stripped as well. “Buddy, this is our time, our place, the rolling fuck and suck, one of us hits the bar then comes back and do it all over. We need to fuck each other twice before Stamford….”

Saying that he got two fingers up Aidan’s ass… “Don’t know who got you widened….but they did a helluva job, oh yeah, I could stick mine in there and never find all the sides…..over there, on the bench, ass up…..” Dave was beyond such niceties as lube or a condom, just a glob of well aimed spit and in he went. Aidan groaned, Jesus, the good feeling of familiarity….

“Get that paw on your ding dong cuz I’m gonna ring it real quick...I can tell you’re primed….shit, did you grow a bigger prostate? Rip it out and play hand ball with it….”

Right then, his hand on his own meat, whatever Dave did was okay with him. Even getting rabbit fucked….he knew Dave wanted to shoot a fast load….

There was a jolt that said either they’d been hit by a meteor or the train was headed out bound for the usual….all the way to Norwalk.

“Don’t squirt, I wanna eat you up.” He pulled out, plunked Aidan on the bench, pushed his legs aside and stuck his head deep into the panting man’s crotch. “Oh yeah…………...uhmmmm…….” He ran his fingers over the smooth shaved area, held his nuts in the other hand just giving them enough of a squeeze to make him yelp.

“Like that, doncha.” He repeated the action with more tension, pulling them down just a bit. The guy with his dick in his mouth almost groaned but that was over run by pleasure as he could feel his spunk rushing up, anxious to make an escape, wild to make it’s cargo of unborn men a meal for a hungry mouth….

It’d been a day or two, intentionally, so he was thick, more viscous, whiter with that good silver glint. Dave held on to some for the express purpose of letting the blowee eat some of what the blower got. Gentleman’s form of cannibalism.

They were slowing. His mouth still covering a penis head, “ Harlem...jeez on time...” It was a short stop, just long enough for the sexing duo to make a slight change….Aidan was, for a moment, empty, although there was, easy, another load on its way so….time to get that ass up, take a small paddle from his case and let his victim get nicely red; His cock liked to lay for a moment on top of a hot ass….encouraged him to get harder.

Aidan was up with his arms outstretched for the paddling-the noise and his yelps covered by the train sounds. Dave kept him there, pointed his precum tipped arrow at the bulls eye and let it sink in. Right to the bottom. Next stop would have been the Kidneys. Left it there, sort of stirring what he was about to blow all over the fleshy walls of this man’s cunt.

They were slowing for New Rochelle when he fired one. The pause in the station cave him the moment to the hand of the man being fucked, splaying a couple of fingers, using them as dippers in white canape sauce, then letting him eat his buddy’s recent, still warm, deposit. Aidan took three or four tastes….before Dave thought he felt another signal from deep in his scrotum that the worker nuts had come up with another load, ready for delivery…

There was a knock on the door, “Tickets please….”

Quickly slapping some jizz around his mouth and nose as well as planting a grim look on his face...he cracked the door just enough to be seen…

“Sorry….real sick….mess in here…” Dave was good, almost on cue he produced that universal sound that says, not suggests, “I am going to throw up.”

Conductor took the ticket and immediately shut the door, maybe mumbling something about ‘feeling better’. He did, just as the door clicked shut, he was just fine.

“Okay, that gets us all the way home and baby, I’m going to take us into New Rochelle with my shillelagh stuck in your patch of red clover….” He meant it, too. Aidan was almost knocked down with the ferocity of this anal insertion….nobody did it like Dave. Ab...so….lute….ly….oh fucking shit….he wondered if he could skewer him all the way to….well…..Providence at least….after that, it would take him until Boston’s South Station to be able to get vertical and walk….even if he was bow legged. One day...shame they no longer had the over night sleeper...he could only imagine what Hell they could raise in a bedroom.

“Wanta see if I can be a dog, get a knot in my cock, keep you fucked until I pull out….” He had a sadistic smirk. “Think you could unscrew me, get your pants up and get off if I held it until we were in the Stamford station?”

Briefly they were just a pile of flesh connected by a healthy piece of man meat stroking in his buddy’s shit chute; Both of them enjoying it.

Aidan sometimes felt the train had an accident when Dave really got into what he was doing, deep dives, his prostate panting to have a return visit….

New Rochelle. Longer stop. Both of them grabbed a paper cup, downed some water. Aidan lay out flat on the bench-jeez, he wished, we could get this car and this set up every time-while Dave did sexual push ups, each time using the other man’s throat as the hole on the 13th green at Augusta. Only thing, Augusta didn’t swallow when a new load of white goo went into him.

Aidan thought Dave’s cock was the best, almost trained. He kept it up and in and spewing until just past first, Old Greenwich then Greenwich toward the next stop….

Aidan reluctantly, slid out, licked the horn of plenty, but had to pull up his pants, tried to look like nothing had happened….looking in the wide mirror suggested that it had….while they slowed.

Stamford.

Jesus he hated….well….things were as they were.

Looking out the window in the corridor, Dave saw his freshly fucked buddy stand at the edge of the parking lot, look around, wave a hand….

Back in the mens….Dave pulled a pint from his case, took a snort, accessed to make sure what he’d need. Norwalk wasn’t that far along. Only twice had this not worked out. He got off there, went into the station, train left, he leaned casually against a wall, stuck a mint in his mouth and waited.

Frank quickstepped it into the station just as the train pulled in. Handed Dave a nice thick envelope. "Sorry Buddy, the old cow just wouldn't shut up. You know how it goes...smart, never marry...."

It was Friday so they'd have the whole, paid for, week end. Wondered what excuse Frank had used this time; Some of them were really primo, ones to remember to suggest to other guys to use, just that good....

At least he had Dave to make the trip out a little financially worthwhile….and Frank? Well, now we’re dealing with anything goes…. Not to mention the tip plus gifts he knew Frank would want to give him…..

by Petr-Johan

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