My hands moved methodically over the sweaty body of the young mechanic as he lay on the cold cement floor beneath me. His tight skin quivered with each precise and sensual touch – my fingertips following the curves and ridges beneath his shirt. I felt his chest expand and contract beneath my touch and I smiled as he gasped beneath me. I could feel the satisfaction between us, turning the cogs and greasing the gears.
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He felt his nipples perk beneath his shirt as he got on the bus. Surrounded by other riders, he grew aroused knowing that any one of them could slip their wet tongue from his navel to his throat. The thick, salty saliva and warm, supple lips lingered, and suddenly the grinding of brakes was nothing compared to the intensity of his desire.
Mason’s heavy load seared my throat like liquid gold as I swallowed it whole, etching itself into my memory like a brilliant streak of lightning. His taste burst on my tongue, so sweet and salty that I savored each drop like a divine elixir, knowing it was something I’d never forget.
He felt a surging of longing rush through his veins; the train felt strangely close and intimate. His heart raced and he quickly hopped off, slipping away into a secluded alley. A dark figure, shrouded in the night, emerged from the shadows. And he felt his whole body tremble with excitement as he leaned back, ready to experience the most thrilling train journey imaginable.
A dry spell of two months was broken with a wet kiss on the commuter bus. Every stop brought our feverish desires closer to our destinations. The air was thick with the sweet scent of carnal craving. His nimble fingers pressed the locations of my hidden desires and I felt a creature awaken inside my body, screaming for gratification.
The thrill of the bus ride was almost as intense as the pleasure of his soft, wet lips around my cock. As I savored the delight of his skillful tongue teasing and tantalizing my skin, I reveled in the wildness of our clandestine encounter. Our mouths and bodies united in a symphony of passion and pleasure, ultimately culminating in an explosive orgasm.
He’d never forget the sensation of riding the handy man. His lean passive frame beneath me, his smooth skin slick with sweat, and his tightly-strained moans as I thrust ever deeper. We both came hard, our bodies trembling and shivering in our passionate embrace. Raw, uninhibited and thoroughly satisfying.
He watched and waited in the shadows of the abandoned parking garage, his mouth dry with anticipation as his heart raced. Finally, in the night’s lonesome darkness, the other pulled up in his car and met him there. They didn’t speak a word, they simply looked deeply into each other’s eyes before they indulged in a passionate, unspeakably intimate embrace.
He rode the bus, and when he did it was a big turn on. He knew his seat may be sat in by others, but all he could think about was the slick and lubricious fluid left behind from the previous person and how much he’d love to sit down and suck it up. He’d savor each delicious taste, reveling in the promise of happy times as he lusted over his sweet new seat.