I was having a difficult time getting out of New Orleans. Finally, I found a train heading north. I was in my seat. It was nearing nighttime, about 6 or 7 pm. The train wasn’t packed, but full enough.
I had my own two seats and the guy across the aisle did too. That guy also had a lisp in his voice and a sexy skinny black physique.
About an hour or two into the train ride, I worked up the courage to start chatting with him. I felt bad that we were talking across the aisle so I asked if I could move closer. I sat next to him. He was under a blanket. He didn’t realize my intentions at first.
Before long, I made my pass at him. I asked him if he was into guys and then if I could put my hand under the blanket. The next thing I know, he puts my hand on his monster of a cock. The bbc stereotype rang true on this occasion. I asked if I could suck it, but he was nervous about our train neighbors.
Thankfully, the train not only had multiple bathroom options, but it had one big one with a bench and a full mirror. That’s right. I got to watch myself suck this beautiful man’s 8 inch cock. It was so delicious too. I loved rubbing it around my lips before devouring it down my throat. He liked that too!
Long story short, he gripped my head and fucked my face while also passionately telling me what a good boy I was for handling his dick so well. I loved sucking that man!! And yes, I swallowed his load.
I think about his dick often, and the train full of people having no idea, or did they?