I sat on the train watching the trees pass as I sipped on a brown bagged 24oz can of Bud Light. Nervous and excited with memorized instructions, I felt my cock stir in the well-worn “uniform” under my shorts as my mind wandered.
I finished off the beer, grateful for the slight buzz, and noticed I was only about ten minutes from my stop. I got up and grabbed my bag which had very little in it to find the bathroom to throw out my empty cans before arrival, ignoring any suspicious eyes from the other passengers on the crowded train. The pain in my bladder reminded me of its fullness and longing for release in the nasty train toilet knowing better than to think I was allowed. The use of the bathroom on the train for anything more than sending pictures on my journey was forbidden.
I checked the time, lock the door, shoved my tight denim shorts down, and held it under my fat furry ass to take a picture, making sure the worn straps of my jock were visibly framing my round, perky cheeks.
Your hole is almost at the station, Sir.
I reveled in the familiarity and ease of speaking in such a way that used to be so foreign and filled me with discomfort back then as I sent the photo with the short notification of my whereabouts. A smile crept across my face and I followed up with something silly as was my usual habit.
<pig, angel, devil, tongue, and spurt emoji>
It wasn't necessary but it had become something of a tradition because the one thing that kept me coming back, kept me comfortable, and felt safe when my limits were pushed well outside the lines of what I thought was my comfort zone were the underlying tones of playfulness, connection. A glimmer of giddy desire in His eyes behind the stoic face when I was servicing him. The freedom to laugh in disbelief and pleasure when a predetermined limit had been stretched and then erased by new experiences. The comfort of not taking anything too seriously yet trusting Him to have no hesitations when a plan was put in place.
CC: Gabriel will be there to pick you up.
I could read the untyped words that would’ve said I’ve missed you before he sent another message.
CC: He has been briefed on your tasks to complete before your arrival, boy.
My heart fluttered and my cock twitched - The game was afoot.
Thank you, Sir.
I saw the large black SUV with its suited driver standing outside, complete with captain's hat, as I stepped from the Long Island Rail Road. You’d think I was getting picked up by the Secret Service and I smiled to myself thinking back to the specific plan sent to me earlier this week. My normal luxury accommodations were stripped away and I was meant to take the train or jitney like the rest of the weekenders as opposed to the helicopter service He had normally spoiled me with. There was always a thrill when I felt like an escort in my overtly, usually quite musky, skimpy attire He had requested I wear on the public journeys He would send me on to meet him.
As I walked down the steps toward my ride in waiting, I caught a glimpse of the man I had become familiar with and was reminded of how hot he was. With his aviators, square, tan, clean-shaven jaw, broad shoulders, and barrel chest - all enhanced by the unusual uniform of an expertly tailored suit. I couldn’t imagine how hot he must be in a suit on that warm day and was grateful to be in my cut-off shorts and t-shirt that barely reached my waist with sandals on my freshly pedicured feet.
“Good to see you again, Aden,” said the driver’s deep voice.
“You too, Gabriel.”
I went to get in the back when he stopped me and opened the front passenger side door.
“We have an errand to run,” he said, taking my bag and placing it in the back seat.
This is odd I thought, but just as I climbed in and clicked the buckle of my seat belt, I felt my phone vibrate.
CC: Gabriel will provide the first load for you.
A grin crept on my face, betraying my confusion after rereading the text and registering what was about to happen. He’s had me service other guys from time to time but only when He was there to watch and direct, it has definitely never been His staff. I read it again to make sure I didn’t misinterpret the message before looking at Gabriel as he slid behind the wheel.
“Is He for real?” I asked, incredulous.
“Does He ever joke about this kind of stuff?”
Yes, Sir
I texted the words back with hands that trembled in nervous excitement.
I had always had a sort of crush on the handsome, kind man I had grown to know as His right-hand man, and under any other circumstances, I may have even tried to make a move on my own.
“We have a six-minute drive to the store, you better get to work,” Gabriel said while turning on the engine.
“Store?”
Gabriel didn’t answer which was slightly frustrating but not surprising, and only responded by unbuttoning the waist of his pants and sliding down the zipper before sliding the gearshift into drive.
I knew there was no choice in the matter and to be honest, I wasn’t mad at having to suck off the sexy driver. As soon as he started to press the gas to put the heavy vehicle in motion I realized my timer had started.
I undid my seat belt and reached over to feel the bulging pouch that was quickly firming under my touch. I leaned over to get my face closer and as I fished out his member from the confines of the white, straining, slightly damp cotton under his black slacks, I was pleasantly surprised. I knew he would be well endowed from the sizable package that was hard to miss in his normal attire, but I had no idea he would be uncut. I got a delightful whiff of musky, sweaty masculinity when I tucked the elastic under his full, heavy ballsack and sighed.