I decided to write this as a one-off story rather than include it in the Locked Cock series. What I am about to write is based on actual events.
I was riding the light rail sitting across from a six foot four Black man who was probably in his early 30’s. Short crew cut hair, goatee, he was muscled-thick, like he probably played football earlier in his life. He wore a large red hoodie and gray sweat pants.
Maybe it was my tight shorts that left nothing to the imagination, showcasing the bumps of the cage covering my dick. Or maybe it was my painted fingernails, or maybe it was both, but once he looked me over, a knowing look came across his face, like “I got your number, faggot!”
I noticed his hand kept lowering towards his crotch, and as he watched me watching him, he subtly pressed his fingers on it, wanting me to see the hardness of his huge snake.
My eyes moved from his crotch, meeting his, and I gave a slight nod, as if to say, “niiiiccee”.
He smiled, and it was hot.
His eyes diverted back down to his crotch and this time he used his bag to block the view from others to his side and was not shy to wrap his two fingers around his cock, showing me that his fingers could hardly touch around it.
My eyes grew wide at the size of it, then I looked up at him again and licked my lower lip.
He smiled again, keeping his hand occupied with his meat, making sure I was watching his every move, making me hungrier for the cock that seemed so close, but yet so far.
When the train came to his stop, his fingers signaled for me to follow him.
Risky, I know, and not even my stop, but I couldn’t resist the opportunity to see this huge dick.
There was a dense wooded area next to the platform. He leaned against at the railing, and when everyone else had left the vicinity, he walked briskly into the woods and turned around twice to make sure I was behind him.
He walked a little further, out of the eye view of the platform where we wouldn’t be seen. Next to a tree stump, he stopped and turned around. I was just a few paces behind him and stopped when we were face to face.
“You wanna suck me off?”
“Yeah”
“I knew it. you couldn’t keep your eyes off my dick.”
“You’re right.”
“You think you can handle it?”
“I’d like to try, yes.”
His lowered the waistband of his sweats below his huge balls and if that cock wasn’t at least 11 inches! It was a weapon of mass destruction, and was extraordinarily thick.
“Damn, that’s fucking huge!”I said. “I bet you hear that all the time.”
He chuckled, “yeah but mostly from girls. Sometimes I let eager faggots suck me off, too, but it’s been a while.”
I knelt on the dirt below me without a care that the dirt would soil my knees.
I wrapped both my hands around that cock, one over the other, as best as I could manage since the girth was so thick, and I lowered my mouth over that huge cut cock head. It was a deep shade of purple, warm to my tongue.
My lips encircled around it and I began to slowly bob my head over it, doing my best to coat it with the natural lube of my throat juice.
I removed my top hand ultimately, and attempted to take more dick in my mouth, slowly stroking with my other hand that was still at his base.
Despite my best efforts, I failed to open my throat enough to deep throat him. I tried, and tried again, choking myself with his massive dick.
However, when the man placed his hand on the back of my head, and applied a little pressure, there was an audible pop and more of his inches slid down my throat passage. I couldn’t believe it! I thought my jaw would become unhinged.
I didn’t resist him attempting to slip more dick meat down my throat, but I could only take six or seven inches before I’d start to gag and need to pull off. He no longer needed to force his way in once that initial pass through.
“Damn, it’s been years since someone took that much of my dick!”
That made me proud. I was doubling down now, determined to make this man cum. My left hand cupped his huge baseballs and I closed my eyes, wrapped my lips around his shaft and lowered down several inches before I paused. My right hand placed his hand behind my head and then I put my hand on his ass and pushed.
He knew I what I wanted and got the message.
What ensued was a wild face fuck. It was sloppy, I was swallowing a good seven or eight of his eleven inches, and the owner of this cock was graciously feeding my face, feeding my desire to feel his mighty dick invading my mouth.
We were going at at for a good 15 minutes when I felt his balls rise and tighten in my hand. I gave them a little squeeze and when he started to scream.
“I’m bout to cum!””
“I’m gonna fucking cum!
“Ohhh fuck!”
He was pumping my face now.
I couldn’t wait. I wanted to feel that cock spasm on my mouth and I needed to taste his cum. I was thirsty for it.
“Ohhh here it cums! Oh fuck! Take my fucking load!”
His thrusting stopped but his cock jumped a number of times as I felt jets of hot seed pour into my oral cavity.
“Mmmm mmmm”, it was fucking delicious. As I drank it all up.
With both hands I wrung out his cock until it was no longer providing me with his nourishment.
When I backed off, the sweatpants were back on his hips.
“Thanks man, want my number?”
“Fuck yeah”, I said as I wiped my mouth.
Our phones touched and I learned his name was Trevon and got his digits.
“I have to pick up my daughter”, he said, and ran off.
“Daughter?”, I thought to myself. Didn’t see that coming.
I lifted myself off from the ground and wiped off my knees.
I made my way back to the train platform since I was still a few stops from my house.
A few hours after this unexpected encounter, my phone pinged.
“Hey”, it was Trevon.
“Hey”, I responded.
“That was great. We should do it again sometime.”
“Definitely. Just text me when you’re ready.”
He “liked” my message then wrote,
“Good night”.
“Good night”, I responded.
I laid back in my bed, wearing only a jock over the cage, and my fingers caressed my lips. I thought about how they were wrapped around that huge dick and what it felt like to have it down my throat. My hand fell to my neck on the spot where the head of his dick was repeatedly hitting me on the inside.
I thought about my hand on those huge nuts. I thought about the taste of his warm, thick sperm.
It’s moments like these when I wish I could wank myself off to get a good night’s sleep. That wasn’t in the cards for me. Instead I turned over on my side, wrapped the sheet around me and collected my thoughts. Somehow, sleep found me.
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