He knew he was late, or close to it, but should've been on time to catch the subway to make up for lost time since his bicycle had gotten a flat tire—his precious fixed gear. The bike slung over his shoulder, he dashed up to the elevated platform. There was one right there! He didn’t need to go far, just far enough, there was a bike shop somewhere, a quick fix and he wouldn’t be too late.
The fare paid, a sigh of relief quickly turned to disappointment when the train pulled away. A thought ran across his mind to fling his bike at the passing cars out of protest for its audacity to pull away on time. Quickly dismissed under pretense that an additional something to fix on the bike wasn’t worth the risk. With resolve, he simply waited for the next one, with little choice to do so. A quick text to inform them he would be late and would get there as quickly as he could.
He's your typical—although some would say atypical—young alt black man. He stood there with black Vans Sk8-Hi high tops, long pizza print socks, black wide-legged cargo jeans cut just under the knee, a ratty vintage Marlboro tee shirt, and his prized battle vest, spiked bracelet, fishnet sleeve, fingerless hard knuckle gloves, dreadlocks restrained with a red bandana. Not too much longer the next train arrived, great luck as it was the perfect one to gain him the edge he needed. Finally, he thought, with his bike in the designated area, he found a seat, placed his messenger pack on his lap, and just listened to his music as the train sped along the tracks.
The car was mildly crowded, he looked around, bopping his head to Silversun Pickups and noticed a woman sitting across from him, she was reading a book with headphones on. Wanted to inspect further, he pulled out his phone as a decoy. She was close to his skin tone, knee-high black Converse All Stars with purple laces, plaid purple skirt, what looked to be a white spaghetti strap shirt nearly blocked by her book. She wore a few dangle bracelets on one arm. She had bleached twisted dreads, just past her shoulders. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.
She felt like somebody was watching her, it felt predatory, glanced up to see the other side minded its business, back to her book. After a few moments, the feeling just didn’t go away so she repositioned herself. He paid heed not to get caught, as it appeared she was getting restless. Just quick glances, he thought, don’t get caught. When she seemed settled, he took a look just too long and found narrowed eyes and a slightly furrowed brow looking back at him. Caught. He couldn’t look away, so he gave her a friendly smile.
She went back to her book but took a cautionary glance to find he still watched. A short breath puffed her cheeks, she stared back with an eyebrow raised and lowered her book. He saw her ample chest and smiled again. Her shirt had the name of a local bike shop on it. She clucked her tongue and looked down, he just watched, she repeated with a slight nod and tugged at her skirt. That got his attention. She licked her lips and slowly spread her legs open, checked to see if it was clear and eased it up more until she was sure her red underwear was displayed—confirmed when his smile faded, mouth hung slightly open. She reached down and he leaned forward just slightly. Their eyes met again until he noticed her fingers tug at the material. He watched intently when she pulled her underwear to the side, revealing her uncut cock resting there. His mouth dropped open, she gave him a smirk with a quick nod, back in her book.
She had that strange feeling again, looked up and jumped when she saw the huge smile on his face. That reaction was rare enough that it left her confused. Her eyes darted around, not knowing the next move to make, she closed the book, looked at her crotch and back at him, to receive a knowing nod. Nervously she held a hand to her face in a slight fist. He got the gist of what she asked with the motion of her hand, gave her a nod and knowing smirk. She bit her lower lip and pointed to the upcoming tunnel. He licked his lips.
He stared at her staring towards the approaching tunnel. Just as it was ready to swallow them up, she gave him a sinister grin before it all went black. The next thing he knew; a hand cupped his neck and his face was pressed against a growing rod. His tongue played with her foreskin while it grew in his mouth. The train slowed in the curve, buying them a bit more time. Long and slow he sucked, still his tongue playing with her foreskin around her frenulum, fully exposing her glans. The way she gripped tighter, he took it as a sign of approval. He started to get into it, pressed her cock with his tongue. Suddenly she tapped his shoulder to stop him.
There was an incoming light, it pulled into a station, between the people moving about, he saw her back in her seat with her book held firmly in her lap. Once the train moved he motioned for her to come back and she nodded. Back in the darkness, he felt her hand guide him back. Not playing around, he grabbed her thighs, those thick thighs, quickly bobbed his head on her cock. Her hand squeezed his shoulder and shivered, she did her best to repress any audible noise from her mouth. She wanted to see him so bad, she felt like she was getting close.
Again another station approached, once again she had to retreat. He saw her pouting and couldn’t help but laugh. She mouthed that she was going to fuck his face. He was waiting for the lights to fade out. Once they did; she grabbed his head with both hands, determined to feed him her load before the next stop. The moment her head was just past his lips; she let loose and fucked his face. It didn’t take long before he felt her slam into him one last time, her cock throbbing and her body shuddered, cock pumped empty.
At the next stop, she looked dazed, her eyes met his, and he opened his mouth to show her what she did, before swallowing. She gave him a smile. Both looked around to make sure nobody seemed like they knew what just went down.
The next stop was his; he stood and grabbed his bike to make his way to the surface. Just got off the train, he texted. She wasn’t too far behind and noticed his flat tire. With her headphones off, she tapped his shoulder.
“Yeah?” He asked as he lowered his headphones.
“Looks like you need a tube,” she answered.
“It’s you… that was… pretty wild on the train.”
“I know. Usually that keeps the freaks from bothering me—never have I had a guy actually…”