Do you remember the first part of the story My Hot Encounter On the Subway? Would you like to know what happened with Adam in that crowded subway? Then we are going to share with you the second part of this exciting story.
…Of course, they weren’t. They were too busy living their own lives and trying to survive this terrible commute that was turning into an amazing encounter for me.
This hunky, Charlie Hunnam type, dressed in a sharp business suit, was looking intensely into my eyes and smiling mischievously, all the while kneading my butt as though it was a firm globe of dough to be turned into a luscious, mouth-watering loaf of bread. The underbellies of our throbbing cocks were rubbing against each other, pointing to the ceiling of the subway car. Oh how I longed to be rid of my clothes. But that was impossible, obviously.
My mysterious lover leaned in and whispered into my ear, as if it were a secret, “Nick”. The air from his breath tickled my ear and sent shivers through my whole body. I felt my nipples stand at attention suddenly, rubbing against the inside of my shirt. I whispered back, “Adam”. Nick smiled as if to say, “Nice to meet you”. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me.
When we started pulling into the next station, Nick discretely pulled me in even closer and, a few strokes later, I felt the hottest load of cum rush from my bulging balls and flood my boxers. I did everything I could to keep the ecstasy from illuminating my face. But Nick knew that he had made me erupt in pleasure. He smiled again and expertly turned me around, making it look as if I were turning toward the door myself, preparing to get off at my stop. But I wasn’t going anywhere. Nobody got on or off. The doors closed again and when the train started moving once more, so did Nick’s stiff cock, now lodged between my ass cheeks.
He was dry-humping my clothed butt and was doing it so discretely, nobody was even noticing. Except me… and my drenched, spent dick that was starting to get hard again.
After a few more minutes, just as the train was exiting the tunnel to penetrate the next station, I felt Nick’s hands grip harder around my hips, and his cock stiffen even more as he released what I could only imagine was a powerful river of cum into his underwear.
“Oh my God,” I told myself when noticing what station we were at. “This is my stop”.
When the doors opened, without turning around, I politely pushed my way out of the car with difficulty, trying not to crush anybody. Once I was on the platform, I turned, just in time to see the car doors close on Nick’s smirking face. He winked at me. I was dumbfounded. The train pulled away and all I could think about was “I have to find a way to do this again tomorrow”. I started walking to my office building, feeling the cold cum dripping down my pant legs… and not caring one bit that it was uncomfortable.
The next morning, I was on the platform at the same time, standing on the same spot as the day before, so that the same door would open. No Nick in sight.
Well, it was a long shot…
For two weeks, I tried to make the magic happen again. To no avail. Who knows if I’ll ever see Nick again. But that was definitely my most memorable commute. Ever.
By Yanik Comeau (Comunik Media)