NYC Diaries

A few years ago I was checking out Craig's list, which I very rarely do.  I came across a post that really grabbed my attention. This guy was basically looking to get his cock sucked, was totally unexperienced and did not want to mind-fucking games.

I really liked his message and the fact that he identified as straight.  So I sent him a message thanking him for posting his message and telling him how much I appreciated it, that I was just on CL looking for some harmless fun and hated the games so many guys made you play only to ultimately get rejected. I truly was not hitting on him but I was curious. 

He wrote back thanking me for my message as mine was the only positive one he got most were pretty nasty, referring to the fact that he was straight. He told me about his long term relationship with his girlfriend and I told him about my love for sucking off non-reciprocal guys.  He was very intrigued and asked me lots of questions about what I loved to do.   It finally came out that he was curious but wasn't totally on board with trying it.  I told him I understood and thanked him again for his original post and also mentioning how hot his cock looked. He thanked me but then he said he had to get back to work.

Every other day I would get an email from him asking me more questions. He really couldn't understand that someone only wanted to suck cock but did not want their cock sucked as well. I assured him while I loved having my cock sucked what I really loved was being between someone’s legs and giving them pleasure.  He asked lots of questions like did I swallow (I do) and did I like giving multiple orgasms (hell yes!). He asked a lot more questions over a couple of weeks, did I like sucking a soft cock (love it), did I only like sucking big cocks (I like cock, period, regardless of size). He asked that a few times, I guess he thought he was not big enough (believe me he was just fine), then it started to get more confident and intrigued. He wanted to know if I ever did anything like this with him, would I mind if I came in, took my pants off, leaving my shirt on and did I mind if there was straight porn on the video. I told him that I did not mind the least, as I would be concentrating on him, and that as long as he was getting turned on by the porn, all the better. He then said he would think about it.  He made it very clear he wanted me to keep my pants on as well.  I never pressured him instead I told him that if he ever decided to do it he should do it with someone he trusted.  In one conversation I asked him how he felt about being rimmed.  He said he didn't think that was something he would like (more to come on this subject)…

The man in the pool

Please spare a thought for my friend on the other side of the world, in a 2625 desert, the poor man is suffering, and on seeing this rather special photo, wrote the following:

The face.

The beard.

The thick moustache.

The eyes.

The hair.

The chest.

The arms.

If he was mine.  All I'd want to do is make out. All the time.

All the time.

The smile.

The one piece belly.

All the time.

Making out.

All the time.

I'm sorry, but ...

All the time.  

No need for oxygen.

Just him.

All the time.

Him.

Thank you.

How we all understand him, this photograph is rather special... and when in a draught...

 

Jockstrap - NYC Diaries

I have so many wonderful memories of that park which is 3 blocks away from my flat. I met a guy there one night, he just gave me a nod to follow him, so we started walking, came out of the park then started walking in the street. He lived about 3 blocks from me and he was the spitting image of my boss which was such a turn-on, I could not believe my luck.  He worked as a desk clerk for some mid-town hotel and would get off after 12pm. So every so often, I would get a call around 12:30 asking if i wanted to come over. And I always did. He really enjoyed having his feet played with and he loved being rimmed and being sucked off. Saving all his cum for me.

One time when I went over he asked me to put on a jockstrap that he had bought (for me), we got really excited while I was playing with his cock and pumping him close to climax,  he ended up rimming me (and it was his first time). I came within seconds, his tong was trembling, testing the grounds, and I got so turned on I could not resist and could not hold it any longer, I squirted gallons of cum all over his chest.

PS Each time I wore the jockstrap, he would rim me, and he became quite an expert at it. Sometimes I would just stand while he was laying on his back, my balls over his chin, and his tong digging my asshole... I miss him, he and I got together many times until he moved to San Fran even now, I still walk by his flat and remember the good times... and I still have the jockstrap...

In the park - NYC Diaries

The park near my home used to be open 24/7 and from about 1am until daylight it was always fun to go and explore.... if it was raining there were places like the jungle gym where you could go and get out of the rain and get some peace and quiet away from crowds and traffic. One night there was a garbage truck that pulled up near the park this hot guy got out and headed towards the kids park. I assumed that he was there to take a piss but when he came in then saw me there, he unzipped his pants and asked if I liked and wanted what I saw... Well of course I did. Within seconds I was on my knees, he really enjoyed my technique and after he shot his load he said to me that he had to drive up to the Bronx to empty his truck but that he would be coming back and would I still be there in about and hour and a half... so of course I sucked him off again, his cock tasted so good... we met about 6 or 7 times after that each time, as soon as he saw me there was no game playing he just offered me his cock and always enjoyed himself he really loved that I liked swallowing his load...

Rugbymen

No words can describe, that hand holding our friend's special package. I love the matter of fact expression on his face, like it is supposed to happen, and be this way... I love that fact...

Sunday Morning

Imagine, it's Sunday morning, you just woke up feeling drowsy and fragile after a heavy night out with your mates, you go and make some coffee, slowly drifting back to the bedroom, to catch a few more winks, open the curtains to get some light in the room, and this is what you see in your bed... what do you do?

Le Cowboy

A nice cowboy at the rodeo. I particularly like the open shirt, slightly too tight, uncovering a rather nice chest...

Tender

Tender and lovely....

Kilt man

There are no words to express how I feel about this photo... none... and the ones I find are not strong or descriptive enough

Bum cleavage...

In the series of men at work, I do like this rather interesting bum cleavage... very inviting...

Mr HOT

I guess our friend here either just come out of the steam room, the shower, or has been covered with oil.... either way, I salute you Mr, you are HOT!!

On The Square

In fact, I want them both, him and his mate... nice uniforms they have btw...

The Streets of Barcelona

A nice potential in the streets of Barcelona… 

mucho potential me think… mucho nice!!

Suggestive and horny

Suggestively lovely and perfectly epitomise the way I feel right now!.... suggestive, lovely and slightly horny...

Investigation

I do believe that I need to be thoroughly investigated by these 2 cops... NOW!!!!!!

No words

There are no words............................

..... no words................................

..................no words....................

Ice cream

Feeling slightly mischievous when I found this photo.... 

Now eat that ice cream boy, make that button pop!

Rubber Duck

Now how much would you give to be that little rubber duck in the tub, huh?!

The Packet

Mmmmmm I do like a nice packet, especially if the pants are slightly too small... perfect when the thick cock pushing and pressing against the fabric is bursting at the seams...

Now you can see what sort of mood I am in right now... hehehehehehe...

The Fireman

Come to my rescue

Mr Fireman

Come to me

I need you

NOW!!!!!!!!!!!

The definition

Minimum dress required here

Lovely

Le Rugbyman...

There are simply no words, 

no words can explain the beauty

Lovely man!

Underpants model

Nice...

Cigar Man

I do like this photo very much!

Room Service - 2

I did not notice that the man had now entered the room, wearing just a towel. I was startled when I saw him. He was standing there, at the doorway of the kitchen, silent, his arms crossed across his chest, a serious tone and slightly menacing look on his bearded face. I greeted him and told him that I was from room service and that I would be finished setting up shortly, then while trembling a bit, went on my duties.

In an unsympathetic voice full of authority, he asked how long had I been in the room?” I froze, my heartbeat was racing, and this must have shown when I did not reply immediately and in fact found it very difficult to communicate anything that made any sense. I was feeling a mixture of excitement and fear which made any cohesive action or response impossible. He walked towards me and stared straight into my eyes. I looked away from the deep stare, looked across the room and avoid the stare looked down, and saw the shape of his cock molded by the towel. He caught on that, there was a spark in his eyes suddenly. He then said, “so, you liked what you saw huh?” while pushing his lower body slightly towards me. I nodded trying to get out of the kitchen, embarrassed, like a child caught stealing a sweet. He would not move though and stood there in the way, caught my shoulder with his big hairy hand, and held me there for a moment.

“Now that’s not a nice way of making me feel welcome my friend! How about you giving me a drink from that bar there, and you can tell me a bit about what you saw there huh?” Startled and in amazement at the situation, I was still shaking, feeling a complete lack of confidence, overwrought and tense, yet somewhat starting to feel a warmth of self-assurance when his tone became  friendly and inviting.

He dropped his towel on the floor. “Would that help?” his cock was perking up, thick, hairy based and uncut. His thick balls were hanging, also hairy. He asked if I liked what I saw, again I nodded, and that clearly provoked a reaction on his cock that flicked up a couple of time in excitement. He asked if I wanted to taste it, and again I nodded, speechless and transfixed. I kneeled in front of him, he stepped towards me and without anymore ceremonies slid his cock inside my mouth. It was thick, about 5 or 6 inches long, it tasted slightly salty because of the precum that was now oozing out. I went on to lick his cock, along the shaft, his balls, taking each one in my mouth gently pulling. He was getting more and more turned on, helping me along the way with his hands at the back of my head, gently pushing and pulling.

He grunted and I felt excited, I went deeper and deeper with each of his moans. I continued blowing him, accelerating the pace slightly, feeling his grip holding the back of my head and he then shot his load straight in my mouth, hot, creamy, relentless, tasting sweet and thick. We stayed there motionless for a short while. In my excitement I had come, this was unprovoked, shortly after he started to come, I was so excited, I fell the surge and when his thick spunk hit the back of my throat, I felt my warm sticky cum spurting out in my pants.

Room Service

I am a night room service attendant in a 5 stars hotel, in London, on Park Lane. As you can imagine, the clientele is diverse and interesting. I like my job. No two days are the same, I get to see and do lots of interesting things, and if I am lucky I even get to partake in some of the action. I am in my thirties, porky, a beer belly, hairy all over, short-cropped hair and a bit of a beard.

It was late November, late at night I got a call from Reception. A VIP was to arrive in Suite 345. My role was to ensure that a full bar was laid up together with the usual fruit, chocolates and niceties that you have to lay around the rooms for the guests. Of course, being short notice and last minute, I had to do everything by myself, one of my colleagues was off sick and I was on my own. Luckily that night it was too busy! I had to be going around the hotel various departments, finding the goods, setting them up, then when prepared, take them to the suite.

I had been going to and thro for quite some time, absorbed by what I was doing. I was in the main living room of the suite, setting up the bar, when suddenly I heard a noise coming from down the hall. Not sure what it was I softly walked down the hall and saw one of the bedroom’s door slightly ajar. I approached, the light in the room was dimed and to my shock I saw a man lying naked on the bed with, what looked like a big fat rock hard cock in his hand jerking hard and fast with his eyes closed. The guy was chubby, about 1.80 meters tall, very hairy with salt and pepper hair all over.

I froze, in excitement, it felt like fear and delight at the same time. I could not believe what I was seeing and really got turned on by it. I pulled myself away thinking that if I got caught I could get the sack, and slowly walked back to the main room. I just carried on unpacking and setting up the bar in room and then preparing the kitchen. I kept thinking about how sexy the man looked while he was pumping away on his meat. I was getting hard and seriously aroused thinking about it and the excitement was making the work more and more difficult. I was planning to go back to the office, close the door for a while and maybe indulge in one of the finest… My mind kept going back to that man, that cock, that sight.  

Ice cream!

Here is a cutie I found on my travels in France, it was a very hot day, and he needed refreshing... with the biggest ice-cream cup I've seen in a while... lovely...

The pig

This is so insanely sexy
So good
So amazing


Thank you Mogan for the beauty
Thank you Mogan for knowing
Thank you Mogan for you are amazing!


Everyone should visit Mogan's website


http://www.mogancomics.com/


Enjoy xx

2625 Hall of Fame in Blue

Open up my friend, let us in
We too want to go in
We want to find out
We want to feel
We want you
You are lovely, you know that?


Thank you for this delicious photo!
You are now anointed within the 2625 hall of fame!

The Hunter

It was a sunny hot afternoon, late summer, in southern Italy. I was walking in a forest, in a remote part of the countryside. After a while, I reached a quieter part of the dense vegetation, away from people, cars and distractions. 

Rapidly all the familiar noises stopped, there was of course the occasional bird song, but little else, it was peaceful, the heat had lessened a bit and that was nice. I was following a path, which was going downhill a bit. I saw a glitter of light glistening, further down on the side of the trail. I stopped, intrigued, thinking that it was perhaps a piece of broken glass reflecting the sunshine. I walked a few more yards towards the light and it is then that I saw him. 

There he was, massive, lying there amid the rugged floor, on his hunting jacket. His rifle was hanging from a branch of a nearby tree. The man, in his late forties, had stripped down his trousers keeping only his tight black underpants on. It looked like he had also tried to take his tee-shirt off, but probably got smitten with the need to sleep and gave up in the process, they were still halfway over his head, covering his shoulders and the back of his neck. He could not have been very comfortable in this strange position, as the floor was not level, it was rocky and uneven, but he seemed peacefully asleep.

He was breathing deeply, his massive belly rising with each air intake. I could hear a small purring sound reassuringly indicative of his being asleep. I looked at him at a safe distance, he was a little bit hairy, on the legs, on his chest and lower gut but not very much. His skin was tanned in parts, especially his legs and arms. His legs were thick pillars of flesh and muscle. He was not very tall, but he was imposingly big and strong, he was an impressive sight which could be seen as threatening yet I felt it was strangely thrilling and exciting. I caught my breath when he stopped purring and breathing unexpectedly. He scratched his groin, intensively, for a few seconds, his thick fingers pulling on the fabric of the pants. I was frozen, unable to move or breathe. 

He stopped, put his arms at the back of his head and started breathing soundly again. I relaxed a bit, still a bit shaken though. My mind was racing and I started to panic. What if he saw me looking at him, standing there glaring at him, would he be angry, how would he react? What would he do? What would he say? Conscious of the dangers, I was in a foreign land, not really understanding and talking the language, there was a rifle, and the man was big and menacing too, I did not stand a chance against him. I thought of walking off, although... I caught sight of his cock thickening, prisoner in its nylon cage. It looked chunky and bulky through the fabric, facing down, slowly but surely getting harder. 

Was the hunter man dreaming? Was he still asleep? Or was he aware of me being there maybe? It was difficult to judge as he was wearing mirror sunglasses that reflected the strong light of the sun making his face a dark shadow, indistinctive, dusky and emotionless. 

Still frozen and unable to move, I stood there, looking at the sight of this imposing man, he was now opening his legs slightly as to give me a better outlook of his crotch. His cock was unquestionably hard by now, contained by the stretched underwear, it was facing down yet pressing against the fabric, slow, regular motions of pushing, making itself known and visibly in search of release. A part of his balls was showing, big plums of flesh, hairy and hanging.

The man spoke, a murmur at first. I could not understand what he said. He was soft spoken, and repetitive but not threatening. I thought initially that it was part of a dream that he was having while asleep, until he turned, looked at me and gestured towards me. My heart stopped again. The mirror glasses were now reflecting my stunned look, he was staring at me now, I understood there and then that the man had hear me, he had seen me standing there all along, he is a hunter after all. Now holding his fat cock in his thick hands, he was making his intention clear and I knew then that what he wanted was for me to come over and take care of his hardened needs.

Decadence

Mogan's drawing are strangely decadent and very very sexy indeed... I would love to attend one of these parties. Big chunky men in dinner jackets, relaxing after too much food and wine, lighting a cigar maybe, then the entertainment starts...

Pruitt the Hunk

Pruitt Taylor Vince can be such a psycho 

hottie sometimes… such a nice looking 

fellow...

Stunner City Man

In the series of stunning men you see in the London streets, here is a beauty for you!

Friday night on the Underground

I was now standing nude but for my underpants, my un-bashful cock pounding and pressing against the fabric, and making its presence known, shaking in trepidation and apprehension about what was about to happen. I looked at the cigar man, who was now lighting his cigar, using a chunky silver lighter, puffing thick smoke while looking at me. He looked at Clifton and nodded. I then felt Clifton’s hands and fingers working on my underpants, he struggled a bit with my now fully erect cock, but seemed unfazed by it, and professionally pulled the fabric out to free the beast, he proceeded with taking them off me, then placed them on the pile of clothes now resting on the side table. I was now standing in the middle of the room completely naked, in front of the two fully dressed men.

Clifton picked up my clothes and walked out of the room. I was now standing, in the warm sun which was shining in the room, the bright light was making me wince slightly, now I could only guess the shape of the cigar man between the light and the thick smoke emanating from his cigar. He stood up and walked towards me, slowly, I felt like I was being examined and scrutinised, for a moment, feeling vulnerable and helpless my recent emotions vanishing, feeling almost ridiculed and used. When behind me, he stopped, and approached closer, the fabric of his shirt touching my back and tickling a bit, his lips kissed the back of my neck gently, that was all he did before whispering in my ear “Let’s go for a swim” his hand now on my shoulder guiding me towards the light and the open doors to the garden.

Friday night on the Underground

Puzzled, I turned to Clifton, who was now standing on the side of me, his prominent body shape making an even bigger impression being so near. His hands were enormous, manicured and hairless, impeccably turned out, his white shirt sleeves just peering out of the sleeves of his black jacket. His grey and black striped trousers rested on very shiny black brogues. His dark brown eyes were deep, overwhelming and piercing. His expressionless face was commanding and he generally looked powerful and strong, therefore not someone you could push off easily while trying to escape which at that point I was seriously considering. Yet, there was excitement in the situation, were they threatening? Well, yes a little bit, with their physical strength and the slightly weird circumstances, the plush surroundings and my feeling ill at ease there, although at no point was I made to feel unwelcome or was my presence questioned, mocked or ignored. So I felt that I should stay a while, after all, I was in a beautiful house, in the company of amazingly good-looking men… why complain?

Clifton helped me stand then got the bottom of my tee shirt and lifted it over my head. It was done without force, in a very professional manner, evidently the man knew what he was doing; he then opened the top button of my jeans, then proceeded in opening expertly each and every single buttons of my fly, his thick fingers only very slightly touching the fabric covering my now partly semi-hard cock. He then pulled my trousers down, lifting my legs one at the time to free them from my jeans, which he did after he unlaced my shoes and took them off. I noticed a bit of sweat on his forehead, the heat in the room was intense despite the opened doors, he then looked up, intently into my eyes, my heart missed a beat, I suddenly felt somewhat spellbound and mesmerised, excited, yet in complete peace and all the notions of escaping just disappeared.

Leather man

Extra nice contribution received, I am very very grateful indeed! 


Thank you!

I am the passenger...

Fast asleep in the commuting train, a little snappy snap taken by a friend on his way back to work. I was expecting renditions of frenzied sexual activities and true love, sadly not... 

Oh well...

Thank you for the lovely shot!

Sheffield Beauty.

Risky strategy, but I could not resist taking a sneaky snap of this beautiful man in Sheffield... 


G O R G E O U S !


I had to run afterwards as he looked a bit menacing...


Still...

Friday night on the Underground

We left the station and walked past a row of shops, I was following him at a small distance, he was walking quite fast. Then he turned towards a quiet and pleasant resident street, which had rows of white houses and the pavements were lined with trees. While he was walking in front of me, his big imposing stature seemed bigger, like a mass, a shadow in the bright sunny light. At no point did we talk, nor did he acknowledge my being there, occasionally he would turn to see if I was following then he would go on with the brisk walking.

After a few minutes, we arrived to another, smaller street, he stopped by the last house in the corner, impressive and large. He walked up a few steps to a black door then he rang the bell. A few seconds passed, I slowed down, and started hovering on the pavement, looking at the man, waiting for instructions, a sign… The door opened, a big man, also dressed in a suit, greeted the other man with a bow. He then turned to me, and signalled towards me, saying “come in” before disappearing in the house.

I walked up the stairs and was greeted by the other man. Cleanly shaved, completely bald and shiny head, thick shoulders, arms, neck and big built, he was an imposing and impressive sight; he was wearing a formal, morning dress, the type I thought you would wear at well-to-do weddings, or at races events when you go to the Royal enclosure for example. He looked incredibly threatening, in a brute and thuggish type of way, yet also amazingly appealing and alluring. He did not say very much, but clearly was unfazed by my being here. He directed me to a room on the other side of the house, which had some open French windows leading to a garden. I was signalled to sit, and wait.

A few minutes passed, before one of the side doors open and the man that I had followed from the station came in, his red tie had disappeared and his shirt was now unbuttoned down three or four buttons, revealing a hairy torso. He was sucking on a thick long unlit cigar, and was wearing half moon reading glasses. The other man, who was carrying a tray of glasses and bottles, followed him in the room. I felt uncomfortable in the slightly grand and formal setting and felt somewhat out of place in my jeans and tee-shirt. The two men with their imposing physique and few words were making me feel slightly unnerved and anxious, I was thinking of making some excuses and leave when the cigar man sat in the sofa across from me and in a distinguish and very deep voice asked me to get undressed. Uncertain and looking at the other man who was now serving drinks, then looking again at the man sat in front of me, I was about to tell him that I needed to go, when, as if he guessed what I was about to say, said “Do not worry about Clifton, he will help you getting ready”.

Fun Fair Attendant too...

So attentive, so patient, so beautiful...


Mr Fair Attendant, we love you...


We


LOVE


YOU

Fun Fair Attendant

Particularly delicious funfair attendant at the Jubilee Party in Battersea Park. I do believe that you are beautiful and that I love you Mr Funfair Attendant!


B
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A
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I
F
U
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Indeed...


Thank you.

The Mechanic

Our friend here is a mechanic and he likes to wear his leather straps in the evening and at weekends. He has a couple of big bikes and likes to race around the county with them. He lives in Essex, is single and likes a rump in the hay as well as a bit of kink too.


He is beautiful and I think we may see more of him soon... working on that!


Enjoy!

Friday night on the Underground

It was busy Friday, the corridors leading to the platforms were packed, and I did not look forward to the long trip home on the underground. I eventually got to the edge of the platform, each train that had been coming through so far was jammed and the incoming one was no difference. Damn it I thought, I need to take this train over wise I’ll never get home.

I pushed in and managed to get in just. On my right was this student type guy, headphones on, repetitive beat tstsing among the overall noise of the train. On my left against the separating glass partition was a large man, about late 40s, big burly beast of a man, wearing dungarees and some kind of construction work gear. His head was back against the glass, his eyes closed, almost like if he was asleep standing up. He had thick hairy arms, that you could see through the cuff openings of his jacket, one of his big square hairy hand was holding the safety bar by the doors. While he was not very tall, he made up for it with his big stature, almost square in appearance. A thin very short amount of greyish hair was all he had on his head, and a 4-5 days stubble made him look roguish but to me incredibly sexy.

At the next stop, we had to be pushed in a bit more as other people were trying to get in. Somehow, I got pushes aside by this other big guy, a city banker type, suited and clean-shaven. Gone was the student and the annoying tstsing. He was determined to get into the train and nothing was going to stop him. My side was now pressed against the construction worker, his eyes opened, he looked down and saw me, emotionless he let his head go back against the glass sheet and shut his eyes again.

The man in the suit was tall, his suit was dark, the shirt was white and he was wearing a red tie. He must have been about 50ish, his hair was short and nicely cut, he was clean-shaven. His build was big, he had a prominent stomach, which was now pressing against my arm. His trousers looked like they were about to explode, thick thighs, and an imposing crutch. I spent some time looking at it as it was somewhat very revealing and I could see that the content of this pants was making itself known.

I looked up and realised that the man was looking at me and clearly saw that I had been looking at. I was now getting redder with embarrassment. He motioned forward towards me, at which point I was now jammed between the 2 men, unable to move or do very much. I moved my hand towards the side of my leg and within seconds, his crutch was pressing against it. I could feel his hardening cock pressing against the fabric of his suit and my hand. He was pushing gently against my hand, and clearly getting aroused.

Meanwhile, my other hand was now pressing against one of the construction worker’s leg. There was little I could do about that as by now I could not really move any more as somehow more people got into the train from the other side of the carriage, putting extra pressure on all of us. The construction man, without opening his eyes, moved sideways a little and somehow, I now could feel his crutch also pressing against my hand. I stood motionless, shaking in trepidation and nervousness. Was this really happening to me?

The train stopped in a tunnel. The light went off for a moment and I took the opportunity to hold the suited mans cock through his trousers. He clearly relished it as I could feel it pulsating through the fabric. Big and long, imposing balls, it was some beast. Meanwhile, I felt that the construction man also wanted some attention. Clearly the darkness created a feeling in him and that feeling was making itself known in his dungarees. I felt his pointing, poking cock pressing against my hand. I moved a little to try to hold it, but it was difficult to do as the fabric of the dungarees was too thick for this to manoeuvre.

I felt a bit of commotion coming from the construction man, and then suddenly felt his hand brushing against mine. Then, unexpectedly, I felt a warm feeling. His cock now out in the open, brushing against my hand and by the feel of it, wanting to be worked on.

The light came back on and I froze, but realised that the people in front of me were facing the other way and were totally oblivious to what was happening behind them. The tstsing emanating from the student guy and the shuffling of newspapers were the only noise that we could hear, together with the occasional cough from other passengers. I carried on, caressing the stout cock of the construction worker, it was soft to the touch, although hard, a thick head, cut, oozing precum. My hand was wet with his expectant juices. The light went off again.

I started to jerk the man, and I could feel him responding with his pushing slightly towards me, with each hand movement. The suited man, still pressing against me was making his intentions known by rubbing his crutch powerfully against my hand, I grabbed the cock through the fabric his trousers and for a moment, I was in a busy London underground train, in total darkness, somewhere between Green Park and Victoria, holding two hard cocks in my hand. Could it possibly get better than this?

A message came from the conductor, stating that there were some problems in Victoria Station and that we may be stuck in the tunnel for a little while longer. There were also some electrical problems with the train, hence the lights going on and off. I did not mind, in fact I did not give a damn. I was happy! Clearly the weekend ahead was going to be good, judging by the way it started!

The construction man pushes were getting more regular and powerful. I could feel his strength through each thrust, his breathing was getting more intense and while I held his manhood tightly in my hand, it was now lubed by his abundant precum. It did not take long until I felt a warm substance feeling my left hand. His cock throbbing with each squirt which met the palm of my hand. There was a lot of cum. It was dark, I could not see anything, all I could hear is the heavy breathing of the man, and his body now relaxing and un-tensing and detaching from me, after the short but intense experience he received. He took my hand and rubbed it against the inside of the fly of his trousers. A nice touch I thought.

The suited man now was demanding more attention. Clearly I did neglect him a bit while I was otherwise busy with my other demands. His cock was hard, big and felt incredibly dense and imposing through the fabric of his suit. While the construction man clearly wanted quick relief, the suited man was not interested in me rubbing his cock quicker and quicker for release, as each time I did that he pulled back.

The light came back on, the train started again and within minutes we were in Victoria station. The construction man picked up his bag, and without a sign or any acknowledgement left the carriage quickly and purposely towards the exit door on the other side. People were coming out of the train, it was now less dense, I was starting to move towards the glass partition so that I could now stand there more comfortably, when the suited man bent down towards me and in a very smooth and deep voice said, follow me…