Gay public fun story of twink in a morning train: 1

Gay public fun story: Hi Guys,
I know you all were expecting an update to innocent gropes. But I just couldn’t get into the right space to write that. Instead, here is something I wrote. I have added some Marathi in this story too to honour Mumbai.

Thud! Thump! Thud!
“Aaj office nahi jaana hain kya, laudu? Kya andar muth marne baitha hain? Chal jaldi, 9 baj gaye.”

“Haan, Bhaiya. Aya!”

Muth marne baitha! Agar bas Bhaiya ko maloom hota ki main asal main kya kar raha tha… meri toh lag jati. I gently pulled out the ridged dildo from my arse and placed it aside, trying to keep down my pained moan, in case Bhaiya was still standing near the door.

I’ll have to finish this later. I turned the shower back on and began to rinse the soap off myself as quickly as possible.

Fuck! 9:00 already baj chuke the. I needed to hurry. The trains usually get crowded after nine, especially the Western line. I didn’t really have the time to completely rinse out the lube from my arse, lekin chalo abhi kya hi kar sakte hain, subah subah gaand marvane ka jo chaska laga tha, ab bhukto.

In my hurry, I almost forgot to rinse the dildo and push it inside a small crevice I had found behind the washing machine. I quickly moved the machine back and went out.

I pulled out whatever clothes I could find – A pair of black denims that hung off my arse loosely enough that it wouldn’t be considered inappropriate for work – most of my other pants insisted on hugging the two plump mounds of my arse quite lewdly.

I pulled on a grey v-neck and slipped on some loafers, grabbing my bag as I stumbled out of the house. I knew I was already in for it today: I was going to be gasping for breath in between old people’s sweaty armpits and backs – that is no one’s fantasy – thode jawaan mast bande hote toh main maanu!

When I finally got to Mira Road station, there were several people all clustered, waiting for the train. I looked up at the indicator; a Churchgate would be arriving in a few minutes. I went to my usual spot to board the train.

I got there just as the train was pulling in. It didn’t look as crowded. But I didn’t know what it would be like – I usually take the trains starting from Bhayander. I checked m-indicator the next train would be a fast but it would only arrive 15 minutes later.

Fuck! Yehi wali leni padhegi. I moved a few steps behind as the train slowed to a halt and moved my bag to the front – no one got off. The train was pretty much packed. I got in.

I usually get off at the last station so I squeezed my way in, not wanting to stay at the door – but I was still kinda in the door aisle only. I realised that I was the only one from the station who got in – probably because it was so crowded. Fuck it.

I was going to be late.

Jaise train nikli, I tried to settle in, but it was so packed that I was awkwardly pressed in between a few guys. Someone’s leg was in between mine. I had grabbed the bars above with both hands to steady myself, and now there was no place to put even one of them down.

My face was way too close the guy’s neck in front of me, but at least he didn’t stink. I glanced down at my bag, the zips were in sight, so I knew at least my stuff would be safe – all I had to do now was wait for some people to get off.

We passed another station, but no one got in. I guess no one else was as desperately late as I was. I think by now people had all adjusted themselves well, I felt the man who had forced my legs apart lift his leg and pull it out. It grazed my balls and cunt a little too easily as it pulled out. Oh fuck! I had forgotten underwear! Fuck!

Pudheel station Borivali

I was hoping he didn’t feel it. Maine dheere se apne paav wapas saath main lane ki koshish ki lekin woh pair wapas aa gaya. Maybe he couldn’t rest it anywhere else… Now, I was too aware of his leg in between mine and my balls hanging free. It was sort of hot, but I couldn’t afford to get hard without underwear. Aisa mere saath hi kyun hota hain?

After a minute or two, I felt the leg try to lift again. But this time, the knee just lightly tapped my balls and pushed ahead as if groping for my cock. Abey laudu! Seedha khada reh na chup chap! I cursed in my head as I kept praying for my cock to be shaant.

I tried to think of things to turn me off – Bhaiya catching me cum-handed with my dildo – oh fuck! I felt the blood rush to my cock. What the fuck?! Why does that thought turn me on? The leg lifted again. I filed that question away for later. There were more pressing matters to deal with.

I turned around and barked out, “Saral ubhe raha na. Kaay challa ahe tumcha?” I was surprised at my own bravado. I felt his leg pull back. Good. Stay still fucker.

Suddenly, I felt something bumpy press up against my back and then a cool whisper that sent a shiver down my neck – “Asa ubha rahoon ka?” he said, as I felt it now jab and prod my back.

What the fuck! That was his cock. I couldn’t move. I had heard about this happening to guys, but he was talking to me! What the fuck?

“Kacche nahi ghatle ahes na?” he whispered, and shoved his hand in between my arse groping for my cunt. He started rubbing one finger against my hole, and kept pushing his cock against my left arse cheek. It felt warm. It was out of his pants!

I was stunned – like your throat dries up stunned. That’s when it hit me – I had yelled at him for his leg moving, but I was saying nothing about his cock smearing precum all over my jeans and his hand rubbing my hole!

He thought I was into it. I felt his hand move further down and grope my cock. I was hard. I was hard. I was being assaulted and I was hard. I heard a light chuckle from behind me like he took me being hard as an amusing thing.

He began to jack me off through my jeans.

“Maze ghetos tu?” he whispered again as I tried not to whimper – in fear or pleasure I don’t know. His thrusts against my arse got deeper and harder. I could feel his foreskin pull back and cover his cock head, as it made a warm wet spot on my jeans.

I was too tongue-tied to do anything. I just stood there as this guy felt me up and got off. He moved his hand back up my arse and into my pants, rubbing around my hole, his finger had just slipped into my cunt when the train stopped.

There was a second of chaos. It was not a station. He quickly pulled out, probably afraid someone would notice amidst all this talk. Then suddenly we heard people shouting “signal hain”. Everyone calmed down, and I tried to use this opportunity to look around for help when I felt a warm breath on my ear again.

“Maaza bot ekdamach gaandit kasa ghusla; tel ghaloon ala ahes ka, randi? He said and nicked my ear. The lube! I had not rinsed it completely and I was loose from my dildo. Fuck my life.
Swipe

A cold breeze blew against my arse. He had pulled down my pants. He must’ve undone my buckle when he was groping my cock! He chuckled again as he squeezed my arse. I felt his cock head drag across my left arse cheek to my hole, leaving behind a trail of precum. It felt hard and wet and thick against my hole.

His breath was back. “Awaaz nako kaadus. Naahi tar sarwan samor tula naagda karoon tujhi gand fadnaar. Ashi tel lavleli gaand baghun sarwana kalnar tuch randi ahes.”

He was right. They would kill me.

“Laukar kar na, halkat. Tula baghunach cheek kadu ka?” I heard another voice pipe in.

He whispered angrily “Aaz maza diwas ahe. Tula baghoon kadaichi ahe ki gaandeet deun kadaichi ahe te tu bagh. Ata gapchup ubha rah; ashi mast gaand roz nahi bhetat.”

There was more than one guy. Of course, there was more than one guy! No one could get away with this alone. What the fuck. What that fuck. Were they all going to fuck me? Fuck! Fuck –
I gasped. He pushed it in. I heard a low growl at my ear. He was in me.

He didn’t move or make a sound. I couldn’t move or make a sound. I had a cock up my arse – in a crowded train. I was being fucked like a whore. But I couldn’t have anyone know.

Gay public fun story of a horny guy during his train travel

Maine apni awaaz daba di. I could feel the burning sensation in my arse as his lund kept moving, but it was nothing compared to my burning embarrassment at being fucked like this.

Woh aur fursat se chodne laga mujhe.

“Gaand maroon ala hotas ka?” He asked slyly as my well-lubed and -opened hole offered no resistance.

Sala woh dildo laya hi kyun main aur laya toh aaj subhe he kyun chudna na tha mujhe usse? I was too busy regretting my every choice as he continued to fuck me relentlessly. Not too hard to make a noise but not too gently to make me not feel that he was fucking me like a common whore for anyone to see.

I felt another hand feel up my chest. Doosra ladka hoga. He pinched my nipple. Then the hand went away and two showed up in its place. There was a third guy.

To be continued…

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