SWEETHEART'S STATION
I couldn’t stop staring at him the whole ride. That massive hunk in the white tank top sat across from me, thick thighs spread wide, colorful shorts riding up his powerful quads. His chest was ridiculous—huge, round pecs stretching the thin fabric, nipples faintly visible. Every time the train swayed, his muscles flexed and bounced. I kept stealing glances, biting my lip, sending every flirty signal I knew. He never looked back. Probably straight. My heart sank a little, but my cock stayed hard.
We got off at the same station. My pulse jumped when I saw him walk straight to this slim, nerdy guy waiting on the platform. The nerd was cute in a plain beige shirt, glasses, shy smile. Then the hunk pulled him close, cupped his face, and kissed him—deep, slow, hungry. Their lips moved like they’d been starving for each other. The big man’s thick arm wrapped around the smaller guy’s waist, possessive and tender. I felt a hot stab of jealousy twist in my gut. That nerd? He gets all that muscle?
I followed them like an idiot, heart pounding. They slipped into a cheap love hotel near the station.
I couldn’t help it. I crept up the stairs after them and found their door cracked open.
Inside, the lights were low and warm. The huge blond was on his knees, tank top pushed up over his heavy chest, colorful shorts around his thick thighs. His mouth was stretched wide around the nerd’s surprisingly massive cock—thick, veiny, and glistening. Soft wet sucking sounds filled the room as he bobbed his head, moaning low and eager. Drool ran down his chin onto those swollen pecs.
The nerd’s hand gently held the back of the hunk’s head, guiding him lovingly. “That’s it, baby… just like that,” he whispered, voice shaking with pleasure. The big man looked up at him with pure adoration, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed.
Then the nerd pulled him up, turned him around, and bent him over the bed. I watched, stunned and aching, as he pushed that huge cock slowly into the muscleman’s tight ass. The hunk groaned loud, gripping the sheets, his powerful back arching, muscles rippling with every thrust. The nerd fucked him deep and passionate, hands roaming over those wide shoulders and thick arms, kissing his neck, whispering sweet things between moans.
I stood there in the hallway, cock throbbing in my pants, jealous and insanely turned on. The big stud wasn’t straight at all. He was completely, shamelessly in love with that nerd… and taking every inch like he was made for it.
--------------
If you want advanced access to the complete chapters of the current story and advanced chapters of the latest Tagalog full fiction story ahead of blog readers and get other perks such as weekly teasers and a feature in one #squirtershorts within the month, please subscribe to patreon.com/jockwonderlust. If you want to support me and my craft, please subscribe!
No comments:
Post a Comment