End of shift. I’d got on the train out to the suburbs, but it was standing room only for the first half of the journey, so there was nothing for it but to grab hold of the handles and hope the train didn’t have to stop suddenly. And it being a hot day, and I’d been working away fixing this, connecting that, resealing the other (a lot that - cheap sealant put in by the first fixers, damn ‘em) for over ten hours, I was quite sweaty. I had my hoodie tied round my waist, but my t was showing signs of stress, the hivis tabard was grubby as fuck and I was sure there was steam coming out of my boots. The bloke sharing a grab handle with me just looked…
“I know,” I said. “Sorry…”
He just sneered and I think he muttered “Shouldn’t be allowed…”
I turned away, best as I could to distance my pits from his nose, only to face a young skinhead, regulation black Fred Perry with gold trim, braces, bleachers and polished oxbloods. Couldn’t have been more than 20, 25 at a push.
“Alright mate?” He said, and winked.
I nodded back. “Fuckin’ dandy mate.”
After about half an hour, the first of the major getting off stations arrived, and to my relief, Mr Sneer got off, and enough seats emptied that I was able to sit down - two seats by myself. I was opposite a little old lady, who just smiled benevolently at me and carried on knitting. That may explain the empty seat beside her as she was a bit wayward with the needles at the ends of rows. She eventually got off as well, leaving the opposite seats free.
The skinhead slid into them, just nodded at me, and turned to stare out the window. Like I said, he was about 20 ish, shorter than your average, round shaved head, big blue eyes, very clean shaven about the face, silver chain round his neck. Cheap watch. Archetypal skin, so thought best leave alone. He was staring out the window, one hand cupping his chin, the other out of sight under the table, but I thought I could see faint movement like he was having a bit of a fiddle… Thought no more about it.
Eventually my stop - the end of the line - hove into view. I gathered up my bag of stuff, nodded at the skin and walked out the exit. Up the bridge, over the other platform, down the stairs and out into the steamy evening air. It was about a ten minute walk from the station across the common to my road, so I slung the bag over my shoulder and set off, looking forward to a cold beer and a cool shower once I got in. I got all the way across the common, and got to the road where I punched the pedestrian lights button. I stood back, and registered someone beside me. I turned and looked, and it was the skin from the train.
“You following me?”
He didn’t look at me for a beat, then turned and said “Yes.”
The lights then changed, and with a shake of my head I started across. He followed.
I stopped on the other side. “So what’s the game mate? Rob me here and now? Follow me home so yer mates can do me house over when in work tomorrow?”
He looked away for a moment then back, smiling. “None of the above.”
“What the fuck then?” I demanded.
He took a step closer, pointed a finger at me. “Seen you a few times getting on. To be honest, you’re a fuckin’ sexy bugger this time of day, smell fuckin’ great to me, and today I thought to follow you as far as you went. Hard to walk with a raging stiffie.”
“You’re kidding me,” I spluttered. “Why didn’t ya say anything on the train?”
He ducked his head left and right. “Woulda been awkward if you’d got angry in front of all those people.”
“How’d ya know I’m not angry now?”
He looked into my eyes, first one, then the other. “You’re not.” He reached down and cupped his balls through the bleachers. “And you’re interested…”
I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him towards me till our foreheads touched. “Cocky little shit, ain’t’cha.” I could smell the sweat rising off him - not unpleasant, but freshly washed with no follow up smellies. “Yeah, I’m fuckin’ interested…”
He grinned and nodded. “Not far is it?”
I left my hand on the back of his now sweating neck, and roughly steered him the 200 yards from the crossing to my house, up the steps, opened the front door single handed and pushed him inside. I shut the door behind me, then turned to him. “How does this play out mate?”
“However the fuck you want,” he replied. “What I call ya? ‘Boss’? ‘Chief?’’ “ He leered at me. “‘Sir?’”
“Fuck that. Might just call you ‘cunt’,” I said, dropping my bag to the floor. ‘You call me ‘boss’.”
He nodded. “Ok, boss. Just so’s you know I like to fuck as much as get fucked…”
I stopped him by placing a grubby hand on his mouth, and pushing him against the hall wall. “Fuckin’ fine, cunt. Share and share alike then.” I moved in more, pressing him against the wall harder and harder, then slid my hand down to his neck and got his lips firmly on mine. My tongue brushed against him, and he took the hint and opened up, allowing my tongue to push deep inside his mouth. Hint of mint.
I leaned into him even more; he didn’t even try to escape or avoid my searching tongue, and I upped the ante by reaching down and rubbing his bleachered groin with my free hand. He was deffo turned on; the material was straining and it felt full, cock and balls and…
“What else you got down there, cunt?” I said more or less into his mouth.
“Cock ring, boss,” he replied.
“Horny fucker. You planned this, cunt?”
“Be prepared, boss. It either pays off or it’s an awkward walk back to the station!”
I put my forearm across his neck, but the look in his eyes was still pure lust. “What’s on under the bleachers, cunt?”
“Jock. Clean on two hours back.”
I looked down at the impressive bulge. “Doubt it’s clean now…” I reached back in to a further deep snog, my hands round the back of his neck, cradling his head, his under my arms and round my back. He was grinding that bulge against mine, but he didn’t know I go commando in this heat. Well, not yet he didn’t…
I pulled back, pulled him off the wall and got an arm around his sweaty neck, forcing him to look down at the floor and at his boots. “We go upstairs now, cunt.”
Without waiting for a reply, I marched him up the stairs and into the spare bedroom. Deftly I threw him onto the bed, face up, and before he could move, was on top of him my hands holding his forearms above his head, my legs across his thighs. I could see sweat stains under his arms, so went in there first, sniffing, licking, sucking on the material. “Mmm, fuckin’ taste good this does,” I said, then moved up and started to lick his neck, tasting him.
“A request, boss?”
I stopped, intrigued. “Go on…”
He ducked his head. “Kit stays on? Boots, t shirts, as much as practicable but still can fuck?”
I smiled. “Deal.” I let go of his arms, and shuffled up his body so I was sitting astride his chest. I rubbed the side of his face with my grubby hands, and to my delight that left a trail of grime, so I liberally rubbed both hands all over. Now he looked like one of our apprentices after a long day - sweaty, grubby and fuckable. I unzipped the fly of my hivis trousers, slipped my balls and my hard cock out, and pointed it at him. “Off you go…”
He didn’t need any more hints, just leant forward and slid my cock into his mouth. I got a hand behind his head and encouraged him to go deep, which he did till he spluttered a bit, and I pulled back a bit. I then just slammed my cock back deep into his face and held it till he spluttered again. His free hand came round and under my balls, slipping into my hivis trousers, finger probing for my hole. He just circled it while I slow but steady fucked his face.
I pulled my cock out of his mouth, slid down a bit and lay on top of him for a snog, then slid down between his knees even further to his groin. I undid the zip in his bleachers and realised that it went a bit more round then just the end of the fly - in fact I could unzip the bleachers round past his arse near to the belt line behind him. Easy arse access indeed. His jock-encased cock bulged out of the opening I’d made and I got my mouth on that - clean jock indeed, though now deffo soaking up some premium. His cock felt quite large through the material and his balls tight and full - possibly the cock ring having its effect. I played with the cock I the jock for a while, then I let it loose out one side. It flipped up hard and strong, about 7 inches long, quite thick, very uncut, and immediately slid my mouth down it. He filled my gob up well and he tasted great - clean, little bit of sweat. He moaned in appreciation, and I cupped his ring-swollen balls and gently squeezed them, while my other hand slid down his now sweaty crack towards his hole. I didn’t tease his hole; I just pushed straight in.
He moaned much more at that, and arched his back, spread his knees even further apart. I took that as a hint and got another finger in, working them round as I took his cock balls deep.
I had an idea, so sat up, cock and fingers out. He looked a bit disappointed, but I whipped the hoodie off my waist and threw it at his face. Before he had time to react, I was back on his cock, fingers back up his arse. After a minute or so, I looked up and, as I’d hoped, he’d spread the hoodie over his face and was getting high on the sweat of my day.
After a while, he put the hoodie to one side, and beckoned to me. I slid up his torso, and looked down on his now grubby face (that hoodie was by no means clean). He subtly licked his lips and I leant down for a hard kiss, tongue in rough, lips sealed onto his. He brought his arms up under mine and pulled me hard onto him, then rolled us both so that I was now underneath him. He disengaged with a wicked look on his face, slid down and undid my belt and fly, then said “Back on your front.” I rolled onto my front and I felt him tug my hiviz trousers down a bit. His hands went under my hips, pulled up a bit, and I shuffled my knees forward so my exposed arse was up in the air, and my cock freely dripping premium onto the bed. I felt something cold and wet at my arse, and then pressure on both cheeks and a wetness probing into me. I must say he was an expert rimmer and I was high on his rough tenderness no-nonsense approach. He had a hand on my cock but was just holding it, not wanking it.
His mouth was replaced by a finger, then another, then he got three up there, giving my hole a good work out and a good relaxation. One last feeling of his face on my cheeks and then I felt a warm hardness just push up me; no preamble, no pausing, just a continuous slow and steady invasion of my arse. I grabbed my hoodie, and bundled it up under my face and breathed deeply into it as he slowly started to fuck me. Slow and steady to start, then gradually building up in speed, and depth, till his balls were slapping against my sweating arse at every stroke. Without any warning he gave one massive push that nearly had me into the headboard, and I could feel his cock start to pulse cum deep inside me. A good seven or so blasts of cum, then he lay on top, sweating, panting, arms round my chest.
He lay for a minute, then pulled his still hard cock out of me. “Boss fucks the runt,” he said. I reached up and got a hand round his neck. “Too fuckin’ right, cunt.” I looked him in the eye, studying him. “On yer front, cunt.”
He grabbed the hoodie off me, rolled over onto his front, and raised up his arse. I got between his legs, kicked his boots a bit further apart, then grabbed him with an arm round his neck and one round his chest. “This what you want, cunt?” I asked, feeling his cum start to ooze out my arse.
“Yes boss; breed your runt.”
I grabbed him even tighter. “You sure?”
“Please - please boss.”
I pushed him flat on the bed, face into my hoodie, with a hand on the back of his head. I reached down and felt up his hole, getting a finger in, then two, then three. I spit on his hole, then tapped it gently with my cock. He moaned, so I slowly but firmly, like he did with me, slid it in in one slow push, all the way balls deep.
I piston fucked him; fast rough in, slow pull out and repeat. My hand on the back of his head, holding him down on my hoodie, occasionally changing hands, rubbing grime off my hands onto his head and neck, all the while keeping up the poisoning.
It came to that point where I knew my balls were about to burst, so I gave hime two quick thrusts, then a long hold, one more thrust and I came up him, six, seven pulses of cum deep up his arse.
I held my cock inside him till I felt it start to soften, then reached down, roughly turned him over and snogged him deep, arms round us both, holding hard and fast, drenched in each other’s sweat.
I broke the embrace. “Right,” I said, “fun’s over; I need food and a drink and you can fuck off to wherever you fuck off to.”
He smiled. “Yes boss. Can I shower first?”
“No cunt. You go home looking like that and with my cum leaking out your arse. Price of stalking me, cunt.”
He shrugged. “Understood boss.”
I lead him down the stars to the front door. Just as I was about to open it, he put a hand on mine and said “Again? Please boss?”
I nodded.
“Maybe a threesome?”
I shrugged. “If they like grubby workies like you do, can’t see why not?”
He smiled. “I’ll see you around then.” With that he opened the door and stepped out into the hot evening air.
TBC |
