Chapter 3: Back at mine
So George was one way to go but now I wanted to try the station. No time like the present, I decided, downing the rest of my coffee. I'd try the station first, see what kind of luck I'd have.
Gathering up my things, I headed out of my apartment, locking the door behind me. The station was only a few blocks away, so I decided to walk. The streets were already bustling with people, the hum of the city waking up all around me. I kept my eyes peeled, taking in the scene as I made my way towards the station.
As I approached, I could see a group of men milling about near the entrance, their eyes scanning the crowd. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. I wasn't exactly new to the idea of selling myself, but there was something about the anonymity of the station that made it feel different. More seedy, more dangerous.
That's what I was looking for. I felt a thrill of adrenaline as I pushed open the heavy metal door, the cold air of the station washing over me. The stench of piss and dirty socks filled my nostrils, but I didn't care. I was here for a reason.
I glanced around, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. The station was a labyrinth of shadows and steel, the clatter of trains echoing in the distance. I could see a few men loitering near the benches, their eyes darting around, looking for something – or someone.
I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest.
I was in uncharted territory, but the thrill of the unknown was exhilarating. I sauntered towards the nearest bench, my eyes scanning the men scattered throughout the station. I spotted one, sitting alone, his eyes following me as I approached. He was older, maybe in his late forties, with a shaved head and a thick beard. His eyes were dark and hungry, and I could see the bulge in his pants growing as he watched me.
I sat down next to him, close enough that our shoulders were almost touching. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, could smell the faint hint of cologne mixed with sweat.
He didn't say anything, just continued to stare at me, his eyes roaming over my body like a predator sizing up its prey. I shifted slightly, my leg brushing against his. He didn't move, but I could see the muscle in his jaw twitch, could see the desire burning in his eyes.
"You looking for something?" I asked, my voice low and husky.
He turned to face me, his eyes locked onto mine. "What do you think I'm looking for?" he growled, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble.
I smirked, my eyes flicking down to the bulge in his pants.
"I think you know exactly what you're looking for."
He grunted, his hand moving to my thigh, his fingers digging into the muscle there. "You're a cocky little shit, aren't you?"
I leaned in, my breath hot on his ear. "And you like it, old man."
He growled, his grip on my thigh tightening. "You're a fucking tease, you know that?"
I chuckled, a low, sultry sound. "And you love every minute of it."
His hand moved up, his fingers brushing against the bulge in my jeans.
Follow me to that cubicle boy.
And make it quick – I don’t have all day."
I didn't need to be told twice. I stood up and practically dragged him to the back of the station where the public toilets were tucked away. I pushed him inside one of the stalls, the door slamming shut behind us.
He was on me instantly, his hands ripping at my clothes, his mouth attacking mine. I could taste the stale coffee on his breath, the scent of cheap cologne filling my nostrils. But I didn't care. The raw, animalistic need in his actions was a turn on.
He was aggressive, hungry, and I was more than willing to meet his demands. I helped him tear off my shirt, buttons flying everywhere, and then I pushed him back against the wall, my hands going to the buckle of his belt.
I unbuckled it quickly, my fingers fumbling with the button of his pants. I needed to feel him, needed to have him inside me.
He groaned as I pulled his cock free, his thick, veiny shaft heavy in my hand. I stroked him slowly, my thumb circling the head, spreading the pre-cum that was already leaking from him.
He groaned, his hips thrusting forward, eager to get more friction.
"Fuck, you're a tease, aren't you?" he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You're making me fucking crazy."
I looked up at him, a wicked grin on my face. You like knowing that I'm in control."
He growled, his hands gripping my shoulders, his nails digging into my flesh. "Suck it boy."
His words sent a shiver of excitement down my spine.
I loved the way he talked to me, the way he demanded what he wanted. I was more than happy to oblige.
I sank to my knees, my hands still wrapped around his thick cock, my mouth just inches away. I looked up at him, our eyes locked, before I leaned in and licked the length of him, tasting the salty pre-cum that leaked from his tip. He groaned, his hands tangling in my hair, guiding my head as I took him deeper into my mouth.
I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, and I swallowed, relaxing my muscles to take him even further.
His cock was thick and long, and I could feel every vein and ridge as it slid in and out of my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head, teasing the sensitive spot on the underside, and he groaned loudly, his grip on my hair tightening even more.
"That's it, you little cocksucker," he grunted, his hips moving faster, fucking my face with more urgency. "Take it all, like the dirty little whore you are."
I moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him hiss and curse. I loved the taste of him, the smell of his sweat and cologne filling my nostrils.
His grip on my hair tightened even more, his hips moving faster, fucking my face with more urgency.
"Fuck, yes," he growled. "You're a dirty little cocksucker, aren't you? You love having my cock down your throat, don't you?"
I couldn't respond, my mouth filled with his cock, but I moaned in agreement, my own cock throbbing with need. I reached down and stroked myself, the feel of his thick shaft in my mouth driving me wild.
He was urgent and rough as he fucked my face and then he pushed my head hard into his groin and I felt his jizz hit my throat.
"Swallow it!" he ordered, his voice thick with lust. His cum was hot and salty, and I did as I was told, swallowing every last drop.
Lick it clean slut I need to get to work
, he ordered, pulling his cock out of my mouth and stuffing it back in his pants.
I stood up, wiping the corners of my mouth with the back of my hand. I looked up at him, my eyes still locked onto his despite the fact that he'd just used me like a cheap whore. I didn't give a fuck. I asked, my voice still husky from the blowjob.
He reached into his wallet, pulling out a few bills. "Fifty bucks. Fair?"
I nodded, reaching out to take the money from him. I knew it wasn't much, but it was a start.