End of shift. Another hot sweaty day on site, another crowded train out to the suburbs, to the end of the line. Once grey t-shirt was now dark grey with sweat, hiviz trousers were wet through, boots steaming, face dripping. There was a clear (but small) discrete avoidance of me as I clung to the overhead rail, again hoping the train didn’t have to make a sudden stop. I avoided eye contact with my fellow, more well attired, travellers - probably for the best.
As the train emptied towards the terminus, I caught out of the corner of my eye a shaved head in the next carriage. “Ah hah…” I thought, but didn’t obviously look in that direction, but kept watch out of the corner of my eye.
Not too far from my stop, the carriage emptied sufficiently for me to get a seat - nice bank of four facing over a table, all to myself. Well, it was for about 30 seconds.
A large, and I mean six foot plus, skin slid into the seat opposite me, whilst the little skin who’d followed me home for a fuck a few weeks back slid in beside me. Didn’t look like I was going anywhere.
“Evening,” the large skin said. He too was dressed in trad skin wear, black Fred Perry with gold trim, braces, bleachers, scuffed black ranger boots with black laces. “Don’t think we’ve met, but I heard good things from Runt here.” He nodded to the smaller skin beside me.
I nodded back, glancing beside me. “What can I do for you fellas?”
“Return visit,” the smaller skin said. “The promised threesome.”
“Ah right, “ I smiled back. “And that’s tonight is it, cunt?”
The large skin, gently, but forcefully put a hand on mine. “His name is Runt, not ‘cunt’, and you’ll be better off remembering that.”
“Ok,” I said slowly. “Message received. How should I address you then?”
“You can call me Unit.”
“Big enough for that.” He was, as I said, well over six foot, approaching 20 stone, solid, muscly, brown eyes, shaved head but a few days worth of stubble.
“Yup.”
I thought for a moment. “So what you fellas do?”
Unit tapped his chest. “I’m in construction.”
“Brickie?” I replied.
He smiled. “Architect. Was a brickie but got more interested in how buildings happened so got qualified. Still a brickie at heart though.”
“And Runt here?”
“He does what he’s told,” Unit said, looking at Runt with a smile. There was something behind that smile, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Runt smiled back, then turned to me.
“Unless you got other plans for the evening, thought you’d have some fun.” He leant forwards. “At ours.”
“And where is ‘yours’?” I asked.
Unit pointed behind me. “One stop back that way. We’ll stay on the train at the terminus and get off when it heads back. Only three stops.”
“I’ll need a ticket then…”
Unit slapped something on the table. “Sorted.”
I smiled at him. “How long have the pair of you been planning this?”
The pair of skins exchanged a look. “About an hour?” Runt said.
“As it is a very hot day, we thought that would make you more … acceptable … to us both.” Unit grinned, and slid a large hand under the table onto my thigh.
Runt slid a hand over the top of the other thigh and into my groin. “And receptive to the idea too…” There was something more to him this time; still smelled fresh of washed off soap, but there was an undercurrent of something mineral…
The train pulled into my stop - the last stop on the line. Very obviously, the two skins stayed put, Runt even shuffling in a bit closer, rubbing his hand over my growing bulge a bit more earnestly. We waited the five or so minutes for the train to pull out in the opposite direction, then the ten minutes or so to their stop. The assault on my groin continued all that time, and by the time the train stopped I was well past the semi stage that would make walking a bit of a trial.
We got off the train, me bending over slightly for ease of movement, with Unit’s large hand firmly on my elbow, and Runt taking my bag. We walked out of the station, round a corner and halfway along a terrace of houses; mostly well looked after. The one we turned into was as well done up from the outside as the rest, but the garden was a bit wayward, and on the verge of running away. Unit caught my look. “I’m an architect, not a gardener…” He opened the front door and pushed me inside. Runt followed and closed it behind him.
Unit got an arm across my neck and pressed me into the wall. “House rules. We say what goes. ‘Amber’ if what we’re doing you’re not sure of, but carry on for now. ‘Red’ is stop that and move on. ‘Red red red’ total stop; end of session. Got all that?”
“Got all that,” I managed to get out. Unit nodded, then turned to Runt. “Shall we?” Runt nodded and went past and down some steps. Unit, arm still round neck, moved me through, round and down some stairs into a windowless basement. It was hot, sticky, smelled of damp sex. The dim but adequate lighting revealed a double bed, a vaulting horse, what looked like a gynie chair, and a rimseat. There was a set of office drawers in a corner.
Unit turned me to face him, smiled, and then closed in for a kiss. He wasn’t rough, but he wasn’t gentle either, gathering me up in his big arms and pressing me hard into him. I got my arms round him and returned the favour, grinding my crotch into his, feeling his stubble grind my face, and his sweat start to get on me. Runt stood off to one side, a sly smile on his face, then went to the drawers and got a few items out. He came back, and out of the corner of my eye saw him nod at the vaulting horse. Unit picked me up, still snogging the face off me, and carried me over to it, then dropped me onto it face down. Before I could react, Runt had cuffed my wrists to the legs, and Unit had done the same with my booted ankles. I looked up at them, slightly frustrated, and saw them both rubbing their bulges, and exchanging a brief kiss. Runt came up to my face, and undid his bleachers zip; it was the same pair that had the all round zip. His cock sprang out and just before he thrust it in my mouth I could see he was commando tonight. He went in deep and my eyes watered; he grabbed my head and slow fucked my face. I could feel Unit behind me fiddling with my trousers; it felt like he slit the seam over my arse with something, then he basically ripped the seam apart, exposing my bare arse. Next thing I knew was the feel of his stubble on my bare flesh, and his tongue probing me. That I couldn’t move was fuckin’ horny.
After a while Runt withdrew his cock from my gob, and my arse became cooler. That didn’t last for long, as I was now introduced to Unit’s cock - a good eight inches and fat - and it went in to the back of my throat. Tasty it was, slightly sweaty, very sweet with precum, hint of soap. Runt in the meantime had taken up rimming duties, but was supplementing his tongue with the odd finger or two. My cock, dripping as it now was into my hiviz trousers, was markedly ignored for some reason.
I felt Runt tap his cock on top of my arse; think he’d done this before so I knew I was about to get fucked. I was just going with the flow - as many flows as I could get - and Runt slow pushed his cock all the way into me, then held it there. Unit pushed his cock all the way into my gob - and held it here. There must have been a signal between them as both near on withdrew at the same time, to the same point, then both cocks were pushed in again. This synchronised spit roast was nothing like I’d experienced before, and it was a bloody great experience; I was sweating buckets so my t-shirt must now have been all dark grey, and the sweat was running down my face. I knew Unit was sweating hard too as I could smell it off him; Runt, from memory, would be too. The closeness of the room and its lack of windows just heightened the effect.
They must have fuck and face-fuck spit roasted me for a good five minutes - time seemed to have no meaning down here. They both pulled out; Runt undid the cuffs on my legs and Unit those on my wrists. He pulled me up off the vaulting horse, into a snog, and like that lifted me off the floor. He carried me, tongues still probing, over to the bed, then more-or-less threw me onto it on my back. Soon as I landed, Runt had cuffed my wrists again, this time (I’m guessing) to the headposts, and more surprisingly, Unit put a rather effective blindfold on me.
I felt my fly being undone, and my sweaty dripping cock released, and my balls tugged out after as well. I could hear scuffling off to one side, two clunks as some things hit the floor, then something covered my face. From the smell and feel of it, it was one of their polo shirts, or even their bleachers. My balls were comprehensively felt up, massaged, tugged. My cock was rock hard, pointing straight up. I then felt someone get on the bed with me, feet either side, then knees, then a mouth met mine for a deep tongue-full snog. The body pressed down onto my sweaty chest; guessing by the wight I’d say that was Unit flattening himself on me.
The kiss stopped, and the body slid down my sweaty clothed torso. My cock bumped up against something hot and wet; a hand grabbed hold of it, guiding it, directing it as the body moved back even further, and before I knew it my cock was buried up someone’s arse; again, the money was on Unit. The body then started to slow fuck itself on my cock, hands on my shoulders holding me down (not that I could have gone anywhere…), my cock getting buried balls deep in each massive downstroke. Whatever had been on my face was removed, and I felt clothed knees either side of my head that moved in to clench. A warm arse, slick with sweat, lowered onto my face, and I took full advantage with my tongue, licking him out; this had to be Runt, given that he liked to keep his kit on. I could feel a cock thumping on my stomach as the fucking of the arse got more intense, and my own cock was at that point where…
“Gonna cum…” I got out between licks of Runt’s hole.
“Course you fuckin’ are…” he said, as Unit’s motions became more urgent. As Unit slammed back down onto me, I pushed my hips up to meet his arse, and my cock blew its load deep into him; five, six spurts of cum. Unit gave a growl, and I felt hot cum spurt inside my sweaty t-shirt, and then a big hand slowly rub it in. Runt quickly flipped himself round, shoved his cock in my mouth and after one thrust, blew his load down my throat, and I drank every drop.
Unit collapsed on top of me, his weight briefly winding me. I felt Runt slide beside me, and that became a threeway hug (well, two and a half as I was still cuffed), revelling in each other’s sweaty aromas.
Runt rolled away, and I heard two clicks and then my arms were free. The blindfold was taken off me, and I looked up to see Unit, naked and slick with sweat, across my thighs and Runt, still clothed but comprehensively sweatstained, walking round to behind him. To my surprise, Runt got an arm round Unit’s neck and wrestled him off me and the bed, and onto the floor where he landed on all fours.
“You made him cum too soon, you prick…” Runt muttered, and I could see his arm jerking across Unit’s neck. “You know what this means, now don’t you…”
Unit’s head dropped, and he said something.
”Louder so our guest can hear as well.”
“Yes boss.”
I was taken at this turn of events. Runt beckoned to me. “Get over here - bring that collar from the end of the bed.” I did as instructed. “Round his neck.” I fastened the collar as I was told. “Take his other arm… We stand up now.” The tree of us stood, Unit looking down at the floor, cock semi, still dripping cum. “The chair…” And we marched Unit to the chair and forced him onto it. “Your weight on his chest…” I pressed, and my hands and full weight went onto Unit in the chair, while Runt clipped something onto the rings on the collar. Unit’s arms were already on the armrests, so they got tied down, and we took a leg each to secure them onto the leg pieces. Runt stood back and looked over his work. “Good enough,” he said, and applied a ball gag, and a pair of ear defenders. He then got the blindfold that had been used on me and put it on Unit, though he did try to stop that happening, moaning through the gag.
I looked at Runt. “Not quite what I was expecting,” I said.
“Had you fooled?” Runt asked.
I nodded. “Just a bit.” I pulled him in close. “Full of surprises you are,” and got him in a deep snog, arms round each other, sweaty work kit on sweaty skin gear, cocks hardening and brushing. I broke off. “What’s next?”
Runt smiled, then tipped the chair back so Unit’s torso was near on horizontal, and the legs came up and were spread wide. There was clear access to Unit’s mouth, arse and cock and balls. “What’s next is whatever we want. He’s not going anywhere, he can’t see, can’t talk and can’t hear.” Runt looked round. “Shall we start with a dildo?”
I shook my head. “No. I want to fuck him. I want to make him cum with me deep up him.” I turned to Runt. “And I want your cock in me as I do it.”
In response, Runt took me by the back of the head and just marched me in between Unit’s extended legs. He gave my cock a few rubs just to be sure I was hard, then guided my cock up Unit’s arse. Unit tried to squirm a bit, but my cock was relentless and I was balls deep up his sweaty hole. I leaned forward to put my hands on his stomach, brushing his cock as I did so, and when I was ready I nodded to Runt, who tapped my arse with his cock then pushed it up me in one smooth movement. I started to fuck Unit; as I went into him, Runt slipped out of me, and then when I pulled back out on Unit, Runt’s cock filled me up. I was in fuckin’ heaven here, fucking a beefy (but naked) skin, and being fucked at the same time buy a less beefy but fuckin’ horned up skin, and me still in my ripped work gear.
It didn’t take too ling for my balls to get ready to empty again. I looked back at Runt, sweating away fucking my arse, and just nodded. One last hard push into Unit, and my balls blew; four or five pulses this time, then Runt pressed me hard into Unit’s arse and came himself. He grabbed me round the waist, and we both fell forward onto the trussed up Unit, gathering our breath.
We lay there for a good few minutes. I looked up. “This fucker’s not cum…”
“You still hard?” Runt asked.
“Yup,” I said, “still up him, feeling my two loads up there.”
Runt pulled out of me. “Hang on…” he said an went over to the drawers, and had a good rummage.
He came back and opened his hand. Inside, there was a cock sized ring with a motor attached and a battery pack. He slipped it over the end of Unit’s cock, just under the glans, He showed me the controls - “This for on, this to up the intensity. There’s three levels.” I took the control and just immediately upped it to three. Unit moaned, then started to buck, his cock jerking up and throbbing visibly. His back arched (such as it could) and rope after rope of cum burst out of his cock over his chest. I could feel his arse clench and tighten with each jet and it made my cock hard again. I went to turn it off, but Runt just shook his head, and turned the control down to one. He left it there for a few minutes, then rammed it back up to three again, and said “Now fuck him again!”
I didn’t need any encouragement, and just rammed my cock in and out until I felt Unit’s arse clenching down again, and that was enough to get a third load out of me - and him.
I pulled out of Unit, and rubbed the two loads of cum all over his belly and chest, and then wiped that hand all over my chest under the t-shirt. Runt looked on, nodding and smiling. He walked past me, moved the chair back to a normal position, then undid the leg cuffs and the arm ones. He took the gag out, the ear defenders off, and the blindfold too. Unit had his eyes closed, but a happy look of exhaustion on his face. Unit undid the collar and pulled Unit forward into a long embrace. I ran my hands over the sweaty shaved head, and Unit smiled, opened his eyes. “Cor…” was all he said.
I looked down at the floor. “I’d - erm - best be off then.”
Runt laughed. “Yeah - you do that mate. Fuck off back to wherever it is you fuck off to!” I laughed back, recognising my own ‘witticism’.
“We good?” Runt said to Unit, looking earnest and concerned. “We good,” Unit replied with a thumbs up. “I’ll walk Mr Workie here back to the station; wouldn’t want him to get mugged or anything would we.” Runt said. Unit thumbs upped again. “Good idea.”
“You,” Runt pointed at me. “Out.”
Of course on the way back to the station there was chat… “I let Unit take the lead usually,” Runt was saying. “He sort of gets more attention, but knows what we both like, how things play out. He was the one that spotted you on the train…”
“I’m sure I’d have spotted him back…”
“Possibly if he wasn’t in ‘architect’ mode,” Runt laughed. “He spends all day getting people organised, to do stuff he wants them to do. Comes home, through that door, he’s mine and he’s happy about that.”
“And just what do you do?” I took his hand and turned it palm down. “You’re a bit less clean today, sweat aside…” I looked pointedly at the slightly grimy and darkened fingernails.
“Car mechanic,” Runt said. “YouTube channel - not mine I hasten to add - I’m the qualified mechanic that fixes up the messes the enthusiastic, yet mechanically hopeless, presenters get themselves into.” He looked at his hands again. “Seized sump plug before you ask. Cascaded down my sleeves, made a bit of a mess.”
“Yeah - well I’ll be a bit of a mess by the time I get home. Yours and Unit’s cum leaching out my arse.”
“Just stand up on the train, lot less obvious. Enjoy it mate. We did…”
I looked sideways at him as the train pulled in. “Will we meet again?”
He stood up and started to walk away. “Depends…” he said over his shoulder.
“On?”
“On which train you catch…”
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