He knew he had to get there soon. He craved the heat of another man’s mouth, the glory of having someone take him to the very brink of pleasure. He licked his own lips, savoring the thought, as he felt his darkness shifting and thrilling within him. He hailed a cab, eagerly, and made his way to the 6ix. There he’d find salvation in the most secret, searing closeness of his next blowjob.
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He had been pushing against me since we left the station, longing to feel my lips sucked hard against his, and cleave his warm fleshy shaft between them. His eyes sparkled with desire as he thrust–coming faster and faster until he finally flooded my eager throat. His cum was my reward, the most delicious complimentary experience on the railway.
He ran a finger along my wet lips and suddenly his eyes were lit up with lust. I licked my lips, craving his touch before he even had to ask. He grabbed my head and plunged his throbbing dick deep into my throat, pushing me to the brink of pleasure as I bobbed up and down. I felt my own arousal coursing through me as I greedily took every last inch of him.