Sailor’s Bluff

I fucked him through the night, turning him onto his stomach when I was finished with the missionary. And then I took him from the side after we’d dozed off for a while. Then I put him on top of me and made him ride me. He worked my cock with his passage hungrily, without hesitation or holding anything back. He kept murmuring that I was the best and I gave him no reason to think otherwise.

There was no pretense here. There was no pretending as with Leila that there was a fiancée with a hold on him out there anywhere. He wanted cock. He wanted cock inside him, the bigger the better, and, as he admitted to me, the blacker the better. He called me a big black bull, and I just laughed in recognition that I was and that I was what he needed tonight.

I had to push him off me and practically dress him myself and send him on his way back to coach as it was getting light enough outside the train to discern the identity of the blobs we were passing. All night long, we were just inches away from the corridor outside and people were passing by. We heard them. I did what I could to keep David from revealing to anyone passing what we were doing, but, in the end, I didn’t care all that much. What I cared was that I was getting my cock dipped in a sweet stranger on the train. Male or female, I’d do either. I preferred male, though. I liked them needy and malleable like David. David was ideal for my purposes.