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His team won, so after the game he got so excited he took me to his room and used as his bitch. He pounded my ass so hard I was barely able to walk the next few days.
But I loved it and would give anything to have another night like that. However he said, he’s not gonna let that happen till the next game, cause I have to learn to control my sexual lust. And whatever my Master says, I should obey.
“You’ve been staring at me since I got on the train. Do you have any problems?”
“No, sorry”, my voice sounded quiet and insecure. “I didn’t want to bother you”, my heart started beating faster and I blushed from awkwardness. He must’ve noticed that, because he raised the edge of his mouth in a smirk and casually flexed his arm.
“Max”, he held out his hand. “Jimmy”, I answered and shook his hand. Jimmy? I haven’t introduced myself as Jimmy since primary school. And now I say that to some stranger I see for the first time. Max had a firm grip — he squeezed my hand and held it for a moment looking at my reaction. I struggled not to show him my pain but then he finally let my hand go.
Suddenly, he stood up and took a seat next to me. “So, Jimmy”, he placed his palm on my thigh and patted it. “You’re a little fag, don’t you?” I felt goosebumps down my spine.
He leaned closer to me and whispered into my ear “You’re so pathetic and so weak”. He laughed and squeezed my leg.
Then Max slid his hand up my thigh and grabbed my crotch. My little dicklet was already semi-hard and pretty sensitive.
“Somebody seems to be aroused” he encased my penis and balls in his hand and clutched them together, making me squeak.
Then Max raised his left arm, that was closer to me, and put it behind his head revealing his flexed bicep and a wet spot under the armpit. “Sniff it! Taste the odor of the real man” he ordered in his deep charmant voice. I would like to say that he grabbed my head and pushed me in his sweaty armpit, but no — I did that voluntarily, I felt the need to obey.
I quickly looked around the car — it was almost empty and there were three free rows in front of us and two behind us. So I put my face into his warm and sweaty armpit, and took a deep breath. His masculine arome acted like an aphrodisiac for me. I enjoyed it.
At the same time Max used his other hand to unbuckle my jeans and open the zipper on them. He laid his hand on my already hard cock and started jerking it through the fabric of my briefs. “Tell me, you enjoy it, boy”
“Yeahhs, I love it. It feels so good… Sir”, I whispered in satisfaction. I didn’t know why but it felt right to address him as ‘sir’, although he was clearly around my own age.
Max continued caressing my dicklet while I was licking and kissing his armpit and solid bicep. But it didn’t take long until I felt that I was about to burst. That’s when Max lowered his left arm and cupped my head from behind. He leaned closer to my face and started kissing me. At that moment, when his tongue was deep in my mouth and his stubble was scratching my soft face, I felt the warmth filling my briefs.
Max stopped kissing me, took his hand away from my crotch and patted me on the cheek. His hand was sticky with my cum that leaked through the fabric — some of it left on my red cheek and the rest he just wiped on my t-shirt leaving a big white stain there.
He stood up, looked around the car — nobody seemed to notice our play — and leaned over me, “You had your fun and now it’s my time. Waiting for you in the toilet in five minutes. And don’t even think about wiping your face or changing a t-shirt”, he winked and went along the aisle.