past his knees. He took them the rest of the way off and threw his pants and flip-flops next to mine on the ground. Slouching back against the pleather seat, he watched as I knelt between his knees and grabbed his cock at the base. He squirmed, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Now who's impatient?"
"You think you're so funny, don't you?" he said with a grin.
"I do. Which you know."
He grabbed me behind the neck and pushed his cock into my mouth, his forceful approach making me hot. I let him fuck my face for a while, before taking over control and slowing things down, stroking his balls with my tongue before swallowing his cock again.
"Fuck, Travis."
His words came out in a hiss, and with one last stoke for good measure, I released his cock from my mouth.
"Should we get out of here?" I asked.
"Not a chance. I want you right here."
"On the train?"
"Why not? Give the thing a fitting send-off, since you never have to drive it again."
I opened my mouth to protest, but thought better of it. "Okay, why not?"
He leaned forward and kissed me, before turning me around so I was kneeling on the bench opposite him. I looked over my shoulder and watched him kneel behind me, his hands easing my cheeks apart. There was a moment of hesitation before I felt his tongue on my asshole. Andrew slipped the tip inside, gently wiggling as he teased my puckered opening. I couldn't resist pushing back against him, his fingers digging into my skin as he tongue-fucked my hole. Just as I got used to his pace, he stopped, leaving the car all together.
"Where are you going at a time like this?"
"Relax. I'll just be a sec."
I saw him digging through our pile of clothes before he came back with lube and a condom. He leaned against my back, nipping my earlobe before whispering, "I've been waiting all summer for this."
The cold lube made me jump as it dripped down between my cheeks, and I jumped again when his fingers started moving in slow circles around my hole. He took his time warming me up and, by the time I heard the condom wrapper tear open, I was desperate for him to fuck me.
"Ready, Trav?"
"God, yes. Please fuck me."
Andrew entered me, inching inside slowly until there was no more of him for me to take.
"Man, you always feel so fucking good."
The trains swayed and creaked as we moved, the power of his thrusts pushing me farther over the bench. Of all the times I'd been on the Funtime Express, I'd never thought of it as a sexy place. I'd never be able to look at the train in the same light. Andrew slowed his strokes, reaching around me and taking my cock in his hand. My ass clenched around him as I felt the edge getting closer. His lips pressed against my back, and I cried out when he took a bite of my flesh, the brief shot of pain only making my pleasure more intense. I looked back at him, meeting his green eyes in the dim light.
He leaned forward and kissed me.
"I'm close, Trav."
"Me, too."
My cock twitched in his hand, his fist not even making it back to the base before I was coming all over the seat of the train. I cried out into the silence of the park, the tension draining from my body as the last waves of pleasure went through me. Andrew groaned into my ear, his body slamming into me hard before he came, his hips continuing a stuttering rhythm until he collapsed, the full weight of him against me.
We pulled apart and sat next to each other on the bench, kissing in between gulps of air, both of us still catching our breath.
"That was unbelievable," I said, letting out a deep sigh.
"Train isn't so bad now, is it?"
"I guess not."
"I told you the overalls were sexy."
I looked into his eyes and was desperate to change the mood with a joke. But I couldn't. "You're amazing, Andrew."
He looked shocked, but it melted quickly to a smile.
"Was that you being serious, Trav?"
"Yup. How did I do?"
"Not bad at all. You'll have to keep practicing."
"I'll get right on that. Right after I clean up the mess we just made."
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