Tight Fit
#5 of Story Sketches
Story sketch concept from my writing group:
"Some stallion is sitting on a public bus filled to the brim of people, someone falls in their lap. Teasing ensues eventually leading to one of their apt for sexy times"
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"Oh, sorry!"
I grimaced inwardly, but gave a weak smile and a nod of forgiveness to the sergal standing in front of me. I couldn't even reach down to rub the spot where they'd - presumably accidentally - kicked my shin. Asshole.
I couldn't *really* blame him, though. The train was overfull, as it always was on the 5pm back from the city centre. Standing space had been all that was available for the last three stops, and there was still one left. As I thought about it, I felt the train begin to slow, and I sighed. Here we go.
The doors opened and work-drained furs pushed in. What little space remained was filled with tired, sweaty flesh. The bodies filled my vision and I looked away. I really didn't want to get an eyeful of fat bear ass just then. Could this get any worse-
A weight dropped into my lap and I started, pressing forward with my hands against the body that had fallen onto me. "Hey!"
A soft, doe-eyed face looked back at me. "S-sorry, sir! I'm really sorry, I fell and..." He was trying to get up, but there was no space, no purchase. I didn't even notice. I was looking at his face.
He was the most beautiful stag I'd ever seen. Barely out of his teens, no doubt. Small antlers, still smooth with velvet. A short nose, wet and gorgeous. A trim mouth, with blowjob lips. And golden eyes on the verge of tears. I patted his side.
"Hey, it's fine. Fucking trains, huh? Look...it's alright. You stay there."
He blushed and gave thanks in his feminine voice, and I nodded, and smiled...and noted how he didn't move when I started getting hard. I looked about, but everyone's eyes were higher up, staring boredly into infinity. They didn't give a shit. When the train gave a little jerk as it changed lines, I slipped my hands around his waist, to keep him from falling. Yeah. And when he slid back a little more into my lap, I grinned. My hands tightened a tad, and pulled him even closer. I flexed my hardening cock under him - no way he could miss that thick stallion meat - and began to grind gently. I heard him gasp, and when his head turned back towards me, his lips were parted, and his tongue was moistening them. I stared, and flexed, and pushed against him, and made my plans.
"Where do you get off?" I asked.
"Wherever you want me to," he replied.
I grabbed my things as we slid into the next station, and pulled him out with me.