On the Long Island Railroad on my way to New York City the hottest train conductor came by to examine my ticket. He was roughly about 40 years old, 5’10”, muscled guy with a thick dark beard. His uniform sleeves rolled up revealing tatted arms and his front two shirt button undone. I noticed a chest tattoo under his wifebeater. He was definitely a good looking man that in reality was a likeness that had starred in many of my fantasies.
I had my own shirt sleeves rolled up revealing not only my arm tattoos but a rainbow bracelet I often wear. This did not go unnoticed by the studly train conductor who, when he reviewed my train ticket, gave me a nod, wink, and smile. My butt hole quivered with excitement just by the idea of this burly man claiming it as his own.
We had gone a few stops further when he came by a second time and stopped to chat.
“You on your way to the city?”
“Yes, I am. Came to Long Island to visit some family and friends for the weekend.”
“I’m sure they were glad to see you. By the way, my name is Garret. You’re very cute.”
Then he winked and smiled again and walked away leaving me with the wildest of thoughts and my inner libido was for sure ignited. As he walked away I noticed a considerable bulge in his tight blue uniform pants. His beefy ass was also on display. He oozed an easy vibe of hunky sexiness. The fact that he even noticed me woke my inner faggot which had been subdued over the weekend.
After the next stop, the train was not at all busy as it was an off-peak time, he came round again.
“Sorry, where did we leave off. I couldn’t help but notice your bracelet and your smile. You’re really cute. I bet you have a great ass, too. This car is empty, stand up and let me see that ass.”
“Seriously, aren’t you on the job? Like won’t you get in trouble?”
“Nah, I’m the assistant conductor on this train. Ain’t nobody gonna see anything and if they do they aren’t saying anything. Come on, just let me see your ass.”
So, I stood up, and turned around so he could see my ass. I was wearing Lucky Brand jeans.
“Mmmm, nice. But not what I had in mind. There’s nobody watching and we have a few minutes to the next station stop. I want to see it.”
I turned around and saw him with his right hand squeezing his crotch and he looked me right in the eyes and nodded, encouraging me to expose my bare ass to him.
I guess there is something about my appearance that screams I’m an easy mark and a willing faggot as this is a common occurrence for me.
I undid my black leather belt, pulled down my zipper, and pushed my pants down to my knees and let him see my bare ass.
“Ummm hmmm, that’s what I’m talking about. That ass sure looks good. Now, bend over the seat and let me see that fuck hole.”
I bent over the seat and the train conductor placed his hand on my butt and began to rub his palm on my cheeks and then he used both hands to part them, exposing my balloon knot to him.
“Ohhh sweet Jesus! That’s such a pretty hole. Man, I want to fuck it so badly.”
Over the loudspeaker I heard, “next station stop, Massapequa, Massapequa next station stop.”
I pulled up my jeans quickly as I was fearful there would be more passengers boarding. The train conductor walked away. There were three passengers that boarded the train car and took some seats nearby.
The train conductor leaned in and said, “I gotta fuck that ass now that I’ve seen it. I can sense you want me to. So, here’s what’s gonna happen. I get off this train in Jamaica. There’s an office where we can be alone. Get off this train with me and I’ll fuck you. Alright?”
“Yes Sir”, sounds good to me.
“I knew it. Good boy.”
We were at least 25-30 minutes from Jamaica station with quite a few stops along the way. Twice the conductor came by to ensure I wasn’t gonna bail on him.
“You good, hot ass? My cock is chubbing so badly, I’m gonna fuck you so good.”
His voice was deep and hypnotic and his kind blue eyes were a bit deceiving in that he was so direct and obviously a bit of a dom in his tone and demeanor. I was smitten and very willing for him to conquer my hole.
The second time he came around was the stop before Jamaica.
“Almost there, boy. Fuck, I haven’t stopped thinking about that perky hot ass of yours. Mmmm mmmm, I’m gonna give it a good fuck so you’ll remember me.”
I just smiled politely and said, “I’m looking forward Mr. Conductor.”
“Stand up again, let me get a good look at your ass.”
“Sir…I’m not pulling my pants down now there’s too many people on the train.”
“No. Just stand up, I wanna see that ass in your jeans. Don’t sit down again. I wanna stay motivated.”
I stood up and turned around trying not to look to obvious.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Looks fucking delicious. Ok, we’re gonna get off this train in a few minutes. Just follow me.”
The train rolled into Jamaica station and my hot train conductor turned to smile, nod and grin right at me when we arrived. He departed the train and I grabbed my backpack and followed him off to the station platform.
He turned his head around thrice to ensure I was following him as we walked into the station indoor waiting area. Then, he looked around as if we were burgling the place and nodded for me to follow him. He had a key card which he used to unlock a door to the side and he held the door open for me to follow him inside.
The door latched and locked behind us as I followed him up some stairs and into another corridor. There were more doors there. He lead me to one three doors down on the right. He used his key card again and we tumbled into an office that looked like it was from 30 years ago.
There was an old PC on a desk that looked pre like a word processor. The desk itself was large. A deep, dark wood that seemed much larger than standardized desks that you would typically see in 2024. There was a black leather desk chair behind it and two black leather chairs in front of. A pile of papers stacked on the desk. It looked like a scene from 1994, not 2024.
The train conductor ushered me inside and locked the door behind me.
“Come on, let me see your ass again!”
As I was pulling down my jeans he was unbuttoning his uniform shirt and pulled it off. What a sight to see him in his wifebeater, now with his biceps fully exposed and I could fully appreciate his pecs, too. I think I may have even swallowed hard looking at this hunk of a man in front of me.
The train conductor pulled out one of the chairs in front of the desk and took a seat.
“Bend over for me, babe. I wanna see that ass up close.”
I bent over so my ass was at his eye level. His hands once again groping and rubbing it all over and light slaps.
He parted my cheeks like Noah did to the Red Sea and his entire bearded face began to eat me out. He moaned like this was the last supper. My eyes rolled up into the back of my head and I began to moan from his talented tongue and feeling his beard scruff into the sensitive skin of my bum was incredible.
When I felt his hand move up to my crotch and grab my cock cage I wasn’t sure how he would react. His face lifted from my butt and I thought maybe he was gonna say something bad.
“Holy fuck! You’re wearing a fucking cage! That’s fucking hot! You’re the real deal, a real fucking faggot”, it was like a declaration and he went and dove right back into my ass with extra vigor.
After almost 20 minutes of him ravenously munching and worshipping on my butthole he stopped abruptly.
“Man, I could eat your ass forever. Such a sweet fucking ass. Turn around and suck my cock before I fuck you. Make me hard.”
When I spun around and dropped to my knees I looked upward and can see his beard was wet with my ass juices. I wanted so badly to return the favor.
Our eyes remained locked as his pulled his navy blue uniform pants down to his ankles and pulled out his dick from his blue David Archy boxer briefs. He was about 7 inches and as thick as can of Bud. It was raging hard, a deep shade of red, throbbing, and looking seriously angry.
Again, our eye lock never ceased as I lowered my head, gripped his thick girth into my hand and licked just the tip. I teased him by flicking my tongue across the head several times. Finally, he closed his eyes and clasped his hands behind his head where I could see tufts of dark pit hair. I indulged his pleasure by opening my mouth, covering my teeth with my lips and swallowed him down to the base. His thickness made it challenging to open my throat but I was determined to have his furry balls hit my chin, and his untamed bush in my nose.
I inhaled deeply when I bottomed out. The train conductor pressed my head into his crotch.
“That’s it, faggot. Take a deep breath. You like that, don’t you.”
I swear it was like inhaling cocaine, I became light headed and his musk and sweat traversed my brain and took over my body. I was definitely on some kind of a trance as he guided my head up and down his shaft.
He pulled his hard cock out of my mouth and then rubbed my face in it, slapping my lips, cheeks and tongue with his erect penis, exerting his dominance over me. I was literally moaning it was truly blissful.
The train conductor stood up and proceeded to mercilessly fuck my face. I held onto his thick hairy thighs as he proceeded to skull fuck me, my slobber flying all over the floor, his balls, my chin, his cock was coated with wetness.
“I don’t wanna cum down your throat, faggot. I gotta get in that ass!”
His arm swiped away the papers on his desk as they fell to the floor and he pointed to the desk.
I laid on my back and held my ankles in my hands, as I had pulled off my jeans and was now only in my white jock. The conductor pulled my legs over his shoulders and stuffed his wet cock right up my ass, knocking the wind right out of me. He was incredibly thick and I hadn’t even had a chance to loosen up at all.
I nearly screamed and his left palm smothered my open mouth as I moaned into his hands I couldn’t stay silent. He began to slowly move his hips back and push forward, and gradually, the pain subsided and I was once again laying back with my eyes rolling into the back of my head. He leaned down and I readjusted my legs over his strong shoulders as I hugged him and he leaned in to kiss me. My clean shaven face against his scruffy beard send electric shocks into my body.
“You like my thick dick in your ass, don’t you?”
“Ohh yes! Fuck me!”
“As soon as you boarded the train I knew I was gonna be boning you. You know that, boy. I saw the way you looked at me.”
“You’re so fucking hot, Sir!
He kissed me again and increased the pace and rhythm of my cock slamming my ass. He was hitting my p-spot repeatedly.
“Oh God, you feel so fucking good. Fuck me, please!”
“Oh, I will! Gonna breed your sweet ass, don’t you worry. You gonna cum for me, baby?”
I felt so submissive under him. His thick strong brick hard boner dicking me, his sculpted Alpha body above my more lean frame, his muscles, his thick manly beard, I was overcome by the entire scene.
“Yes; Sir, please don’t stop. I wanna cum for you!
“You want me to keep fucking you like this? Is this how you like it?”
“Ohhh yes! Go harder! Fuck me like you mean it!”
I gripped his wifebeater in one hand as I had my hand planted on his ass with the other and he doubled down, grunting, fucking into me with all he had as i moaned into his mouth, my body tensing, so close to cumming with every thrust.
“Ohhh fuck, yes! I’m gonna cum! Oh my God!” My ass clamped down over his cock and my own hips began to glide up and down as I fucked myself to a wild release and my cock exploded in its cage.
“Oh fuck, that was fucking amazing. I’m gonna blow up your ass now!
I was still coming down from my own assgasm as my hole convulsed around his probing cock and he grunting loudly into my ear.
“Ugghhh, ummm, oh fuck, I need to breed your sweet motherfucking ass! Ohhh fuck! Take my fucking load! Ohhh fuck! Here it comes! Don’t move!! Ohhhh fuuuuccckkkk!!!
I felt his cock contort in my love chute, spraying the contents of his balls right inside me. I kept my hole clamped tightly around him as he kissed me again, moaning, my tongue in his mouth, until his body relaxed and his cock ceased its pulsating. I gave a final squeeze as he pulled out.
His thick cock was still semi-hard and it glistened in the soft light. He pushed some leaking cum into my hole with his finger and let me lick it. Then I pulled myself up, and like a moth to a flame, I nursed on his cock until I was sure I had swallowed and licked up every last cum drop.
He pulled his pants up and re-buttoned his uniform shirt. That awkward moment post coitus didn’t last too long.
“Come on, pull your jeans up and we can catch the next train to New York. I told my buddy I was gonna get lucky and he let me take a break but I gotta get back to work. What a great lay. Thanks, so fucking hot!”
“Yeah, it was fucking awesome. Thanks man.”
We made small talk until the next train to the city pulled in and we boarded. Then he slipped right back into train conductor mode and I sat for the rest of my trip with a belly full of his seed swimming inside me and memories I will never forget.
