The Morning Commute – A gay porn ficlet

His eyes opened to the semi-darkness of the bedroom and, for the first time in his life, he was excited about a Monday morning. Specifically he was excited about getting to the platform where he would wait for his train at Government Center … and his lover. He refrained from touching himself, even if the thought of his lover made him almost whine with need, because the game was no fun if he ruined it before he left the apartment. Instead, he thought back to when this game had started.

Like most urban dwellers, he would arrive at Government Center and go downstairs to get his coffee and immediately plunge himself into his own little bubble, tuning out the hundreds of other bodies all clustered in around him. It was an unspoken habit of anyone that rode the subway; you put your eyes down and you do not, under any circumstances, attempt to engage in eye contact, conversation, or acknowledgement of anyone around you (this is why the rest of the country thinks Boston is inhospitable, I’d imagine). He’d been reading something on his phone, waiting for the train while he sipped his large, black coffee and he slowly became aware of something … something that didn’t feel normal. Reluctantly, he pulled himself out of his bubble and looked around him. Immediately his eye was drawn to the man standing about five feet away … the man who was openly staring at him and took note of his facial expression. If he were pressed, he would say the look on the man’s face was lust and it was directed at him exclusively. If pressed a little more, he’d admit to feeling his cock stand straight up when that look scorched over his body. He flushed and put his nose back towards the phone, intently re-reading the same sentence five times before he felt movement. Before he felt someone behind him. Before he could smell their cologne that seemed a mix of gunpowder and pine trees. Before he felt a hand pulling one earbud out of his ear.

“You kin walk away if i’m wrong, but I sure as fuck doubt it,” a voice whispered in his ear as he felt something brush against his ass. He jumped when he realized it was the man’s cock and he was just as hard. The dark chuckle that came with that realization echoed in his head, even as he felt his earbud being pushed back into place and he didn’t move. He didn’t dare breathe. Who was this guy? Why wasn’t he walking away? Why was his cock so hard? He couldn’t answer the question but he couldn’t bring himself to walk away either. Another heartbeat and he felt hands on his waist, steadying him in place as the man behind him began to gently thrust against his ass; the entire length of his cock sliding back and forth against the seat of his suit pants. He closed his eyes and almost moaned out loud at the sensation, listening to a classical opera piece play in the background as that cock ground against his hole, Almost instantly, he was trying to roll his hips backward but was gently spanked on the hip each time he moved. It became apparent, very quickly, that he was meant to stand still and enjoy the attentions. And enjoy them, he did.

The hands never left his hips and the roll and grind against his ass was driving him insane. He could feel his penis leaking into his jockeys and threatening with running down his leg. He could feel the man behind him, surrounding him entirely while rocking his hips and causing him to lose his breath. Even without being touched, the fear of being caught was enough to overwhelm his more prudent sense and he arched  his back for the tiniest bit. The approving chuckle that vibrated through his back was answer enough and he stayed just like that, his ass thrust out a bit further in invitation. Almost immediately, the man slid his hands down under the cup of his ass cheeks and spread them open inside his trousers. He knew there was no way he was going to survive this with his dignity or his trousers in tact and he didn’t care. The orchestra in his head began to play something new, with a faster pace, and his lover seemed to keep up with it. For a moment, he thought he was just day-dreaming but when he felt the hand move from his waist to the tops of his thighs, he knew it was real

The tension built. There was no denying this. There was no stopping it. A light sweat broke out on his forehead and his breath was ragged as he held himself as still as he could but the touch he was expecting never came. Instead he felt his earbud being tugged free of his ear and that dark voice filled his head.

“I’ve seen you every day and today, I knew I had to have you. D’you want me as bad?”

He barely manage to nod his head, a fog of an entirely different variety clouding his brain. He had no idea who this man was but he was so turned on that if he saw someone just glancing in his direction, he’d probably ruin his trousers.

“Yeah, you do. Want to take me somewhere and spend all day in bed. Anything to extend this moment right here.”

He could barely managed to nod his head again. His body was pulled taut and his hold on his sexuality was as fine as spun silk. The warmth behind him moved even closer and now he could feel those sinfully beautiful hands come around his waist and the full length of a very hard cock pressing against his ass, through his trousers. The friction was delicious and the air of the subway  station was suddenly too hot and his body jerked, feeling a warmth in his suit pants from where he’d just cum in his boxers. He leaned back but almost fell on his ass as there was no-one behind him. He just managed to catch a glimpse of his tormentor, smirking at him from almost ten feet away.

How had he done that?

Every work day, they each got up and showered, each went through their rituals for getting out of the house and each came down to Government Center to wait for the blue line.

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D. Jordan Padrona

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2 Comments

  1. cowandcalf

    I just read your “The morning commute” and I had to read again your “Muscle Bear in Gay Porn” article. And I’m sitting here and I have words roaring in my head that I won’t be able to get out in an adequate sentence. I guess it would end in an essay. Uh…I will drop by another day to express my feelings in actual words, because now?…I don’t manage to pour these thoughts into a sentence structur. Your writing blows me away, it pulverizes my cells, it’s just…you know? I can’t even…Everything you write feels like the secret garden of pandora, feels like cold marble on sun heated skin, feels like having sex with you words. I love to read about your life, about you as a person. Your humor, your sassy way with words just gets me every time. It’s awesome, even though I use this word so often. You are such a outstanding writer. I love words so much, I love the meaning that emerges when put together in the right way. I always feel as if I open this well hidden door to a place I always dreamed and fantasized about, but never was able to find. And now it’s just there. I’m always too overwhelmed and all the feels are dancing cha-cha-cha in my chest.
    So, let’s just say your gay ficlette and your article are such a present that I need my time to digest, what they were able to set free.

    As for now, have a great day. I will drop by again.

    cowandcalf (who else…?) my real name is Katja. I don’t like to use it on AO3 or on tumblr. But your writing presents me with unknow gifts and they are huge. It’s really personal and intense what I experience when I read your texts. So, yes, that’s my name.

    1. Katja, as with all the comments you leave for me, littered across the internet, you humble me and make me love you that much more. I’m so lucky to have a friend like you in my life! I will continue to pound your “feelings” with my words …
      Love
      Deidre

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