Late Night Train

I stepped onto the train and took my seat at the back of the car. I let out a sigh of relief after having endured a long, arduous work day. I set my bag on the seat next to me and leaned against the cold glass window of the train. I felt my eyelids become heavier and heavier. I tried to fight it, resisting the urge to fall into a deep sleep.

My eyes glanced down at my silver-faced leather watch. "12:30. God!" I said to myself. I looked around me, taking note of the few faces that joined me on this late-night train ride. Sitting in front of me there was a beautiful woman with soft yellow hair who was trying to stave off sleep just as hard as I was. Across the aisle, a young boy sat by himself, clutching his backpack to his chest while his music blasted past his headphones and just barely reaching my unoccupied eardrums. A small thud was heard behind me, signaling the conductor.

The conductor approached me, "Ticket, please." I handed him the ticket. His eyes were a droopy bright green, his sliver hair peeking out from under his black hat. His body was average with an ass that begged to be seen. He walked away and I went back to looking around me. My eyelids kept betraying me so I gave in and fell asleep.

With a snap I opened my eyes, feeling a presence sitting next to me. I sat up and looked at this new presence. He was handsome. Deep brown eyes, soft light brown skin, beautifully large lips; he was absolutely beautiful and I couldn't help but stare.

He caught my eyes tracing every line of his young body. "Hi. Sorry if I woke you. Just the upstairs car is a little too full for my liking." His voice was melodic. Every word felt like a verse in the most beautiful opera ever to be performed. He flashed me a smile and I was greeted by perfectly white teeth. Groggily, I said, "No, it's OK. I didn't really want to fall asleep on the train anyway. Can be kind of dangerous, you know."

"Yeah totally. Had a few of my stuff stolen on this exact train while I was napping," he said, slouching down into the leather booth seats of the train.
"Really? Nothing important, I hope." Every time he looked at me, my stomach erupted in uncontrollable butterflies.
"No, just a few papers, a flash drive, some CDs. Nothing too vital. I'm Erik by the way." He extended his hand and I took it in mine.
"James. Nice to meet you Erik."

There was a quiet lull after that. James stared into the illuminated abyss that was his cellphone and I kept glancing over at him, trying to catch a glimpse of a new body part each time.
First, I took in his muscular arms. Then how snug his t-shirt fit around his broad, defined pecs. Then, I glimpsed his treasure trail that led up to a cute little belly button. With every glance, I lingered longer than the last. I wanted more. I wanted to know more about him.

He smirked.
"People are so weird sometimes. Check this out James." He shoves his phone into my hands and points out a post from what seemed like one of his friends. It read:

"OMG! Just met the love of my life in a bathroom stall!"

I couldn't help but burst out laughing, waking up every sleeping passenger in our train car.
"I know, right?" Erik echoed my sentiment without the disturbingly loud laughter.
"It's just...a bathroom stall is the last place I would be looking for love. It's just so...unorthodox."

"Sometimes unorthodox works. It did for those two. Maybe it'll work for you, James." Erik's eyes met mine for the first time and I could truly see his inner workings. There was pain and struggle but i saw no anger or resentment.
"Has it ever worked for you, Erik? The unorthodox, I mean." I asked, anxious to hear his answer.
"Not really. But I'm a hopeless romantic so I am sort of biased towards love. I'm 19 and I've had two boyfriends."
"Wow," I remarked, "that's actually kind of sweet to hear. So...you're gay then?"

"Yeah. Aren't you? I mean, you were kind of looking at me like you were a while ago..." He flashed me a smile, disarming me from my usually defensive nature.
"Yeah, I'm gay."

The conductor's words echoed throughout the traincar, "LAST STOP!! ALLENSVILLE!"
I readied myself to leave but Erik wouldn't get out of my way. I looked at him.
"Aren't you getting off? It's the last stop."

"I don't want to leave without getting your number first. You seem cool and I want to get to know you better." Erik flashed another beautiful smile and I couldn't resist. So I took his phone and punched in my number. I handed it back to him and took my bag in my hands.
"Wait..." he said. He takes my hand and leans forward, closer to me. I feel his warm breath against my top lip, his beautiful lips lingering close to mine.

My heart starts pounding beneath my starched shirt and suit jacket. He leans closer and closer until his lips meet mine. So soft and caring yet ravenous and passionate, I take him into me, holding his body close to mine. Our lips intertwined, my hands roaming across his muscular back.

The train rattled to a stop and passengers began to file out. I couldn't care less. Erik's hands were now gently stroking along my soft dress pants, teasing my erect cock through the fabric. I had taken to his shirt, caressing his warm skin beneath the fabric. We exchanged warm saliva as the car's lights dimmed.

There was a quick moment when we paused to take in our surroundings but it quickly past and was met with our two naked bodies writhing around on the leather seat. His cock was beautiful. Veins popping out, pumping his thick cock with blood. Precum glistening, I took his cock in my hands. Suddenly, he grabs my wrists and brings his lips close to my ear.

"I don't want to be teased. I just wanna be inside you."

His words had little time to settle in my mind. Seconds later, his thick cock penetrated my tight hole. He thrust and thrust into me, each time harder than the last. I couldn't brief, gasping for a release from this suffocating ecstasy. I wanted more of him.

I took his hips in my hands and pulled him into me. He grinned mischievously, enjoying every moment of the public affair that was taking place. Sweat began to roll down our bodies. The glass windows became foggy and our voices echoed throughout the quiet traincar.
"Fuck me Erik! Fuck this tight hole baby!" I was taken over by lust, grinding my hips against his rhythmic thrusts.

"Yeah, you like that, don't ya?" he asked, before slapping my firm butt. It was intense! His body close to mine as every thrust pushed me further to the brink. I finally couldn't resist anymore.

"I'M CUMMING!!" Those words echoed as I shot ropes of cum onto my bare chest. I took some on my fingers and stuck it in his mouth. He ate my hot cum greedily, pounding harder and faster into my tight asshole.

"TAKE MY CUM BABY!!!" he exclaimed as he shot his loads into my asshole. His body vibrated before collapsing on top of my cum-covered torso. I felt his cock POP out and his cum flowing out of my hole. I looked at my watch: 1:45am. I couldn't bring myself to depart from this beautiful moment so I rest my head on the leather seats and fell asleep, the intoxicating smell of sex in the air.

****

My eyes were greeted by the bright sun and the feeling of a moving train. I squinted, trying to make out shapes.

"Ticket please sir." The conductor asked. I looked down and saw that I was fully clothed. I took my ticket from my breast pocket and handed it to the conductor, still slightly unaware of my surroundings.
"Um, sorry, did you happen to see a guy next to me?" I asked, hoping I hadn't just lost Erik.

The conductor turned around, just enough for me to see his smile, his beautiful smile, those beautifully large lips, those perfect teeth....