Part 1:
As the train rumbled slowly towards Coventry and his new job, Danny looked in the mirror of the toilet cubicle and liked what he saw. A handsome face grinned back at him, slightly boyish but strong and chiselled, his blond hair fashionably slicked back. He was on his way to a new job, playing fly-half for Wasps, one of England's top teams in the rugby premiership.
He closed his eyes with pleasure then looked back down. His jeans and boxers were round his ankles and either side of him two girls on their knees were squeezed into the cubicle. Together they were licking, kissing, and sucking Danny's impressively large cock. They worked with eagerness and greed, enjoying the feel of the thick meat as hard as rock and throbbing with heat and urgency between their wet painted lips. He watched with pride as the two girls enjoyed the chunky nine inch feast he had on offer.
"Who's the man!" he breathed to himself with arrogant, animal joy.
Now at the age of 21, he'd had more than enough experience to know how amazing his manhood looked to girls and how much pleasure he could bring when using it with all his skill and power. He liked to think that sex with Dan the Man was unforgettable, that he spoiled girls for other, lesser men: fucked harder, lasted longer, and knew more positions than the kama sutra. He was in the mood to fuck right now but the station wasn't far off and the cubicle was cramped so instead he just watched as the two attractive blondes swapped his cock from mouth to mouth, a trail of saliva joining them as they tried to get as much as they could down their throats.
Each time one took her turn, the other watched jealously before looking up at Danny with lustful eyes, taking in the sculpted muscular body across which a tight white t-shirt was stretched, revealing eight hard abs, strongly stacked pectorals with nipples like the studs of his rugby boots, broad shoulders, and large pumped up biceps. She would hold his gaze for an enticing few seconds, before stroking her tongue under his balls to try and show that she could please him the most.
Hearing the driver announce the train's arrival in Coventry, Danny knew he had to go.
"Sorry ladies, got to finish up."
Gathering their hair in one hand and gripping his cock with the other, he squeezed hard and pumped firmly on what he saw as his gift to womankind before grunting loudly and releasing a thick stream of hot white cum over girls' faces. They giggled in shock and excitement.
Through stinging, semen-smeared eyes, they watched as Danny pulled up his boxers, pushing that still-hard and throbbing length inside, then struggled his jeans across his powerful thighs and his bulging underwear, before buttoning them up, leaving an unbelievably large trunk-like outline pressing through the denim. He grinned down at them, still kneeling on the floor, and ran his hands along the length of the bulge, pressing it down but only accentuating its appearance.
"Later, girls."
For a moment they saw him like a god, the flickering strip lighting dancing across his massive body. As he turned and opened the cubicle door, his back muscles rippled through his t-shirt and he filled the doorway with his sheer masculinity. Their eyes lingered on the back of his jeans as the material clinged tightly to the large curve of his firm, rugby player's butt. All too soon, the darkness of the carriage enveloped him and he disappeared from sight. Their wet cunts ached emptily with a sense of a lost opportunity as his cum slipped and trickled down their cheeks and over their pouting lips, to be licked away saltily with a mixture of pleasure and regret.
In the corridor of the train, Danny grabbed his three large bags from the luggage rack before stepping out onto Coventry station with his future ahead of him.
As the train rumbled slowly towards Coventry and his new job, Danny looked in the mirror of the toilet cubicle and liked what he saw. A handsome face grinned back at him, slightly boyish but strong and chiselled, his blond hair fashionably slicked back. He was on his way to a new job, playing fly-half for Wasps, one of England's top teams in the rugby premiership.
He closed his eyes with pleasure then looked back down. His jeans and boxers were round his ankles and either side of him two girls on their knees were squeezed into the cubicle. Together they were licking, kissing, and sucking Danny's impressively large cock. They worked with eagerness and greed, enjoying the feel of the thick meat as hard as rock and throbbing with heat and urgency between their wet painted lips. He watched with pride as the two girls enjoyed the chunky nine inch feast he had on offer.
"Who's the man!" he breathed to himself with arrogant, animal joy.
Now at the age of 21, he'd had more than enough experience to know how amazing his manhood looked to girls and how much pleasure he could bring when using it with all his skill and power. He liked to think that sex with Dan the Man was unforgettable, that he spoiled girls for other, lesser men: fucked harder, lasted longer, and knew more positions than the kama sutra. He was in the mood to fuck right now but the station wasn't far off and the cubicle was cramped so instead he just watched as the two attractive blondes swapped his cock from mouth to mouth, a trail of saliva joining them as they tried to get as much as they could down their throats.
Each time one took her turn, the other watched jealously before looking up at Danny with lustful eyes, taking in the sculpted muscular body across which a tight white t-shirt was stretched, revealing eight hard abs, strongly stacked pectorals with nipples like the studs of his rugby boots, broad shoulders, and large pumped up biceps. She would hold his gaze for an enticing few seconds, before stroking her tongue under his balls to try and show that she could please him the most.
Hearing the driver announce the train's arrival in Coventry, Danny knew he had to go.
"Sorry ladies, got to finish up."
Gathering their hair in one hand and gripping his cock with the other, he squeezed hard and pumped firmly on what he saw as his gift to womankind before grunting loudly and releasing a thick stream of hot white cum over girls' faces. They giggled in shock and excitement.
Through stinging, semen-smeared eyes, they watched as Danny pulled up his boxers, pushing that still-hard and throbbing length inside, then struggled his jeans across his powerful thighs and his bulging underwear, before buttoning them up, leaving an unbelievably large trunk-like outline pressing through the denim. He grinned down at them, still kneeling on the floor, and ran his hands along the length of the bulge, pressing it down but only accentuating its appearance.
"Later, girls."
For a moment they saw him like a god, the flickering strip lighting dancing across his massive body. As he turned and opened the cubicle door, his back muscles rippled through his t-shirt and he filled the doorway with his sheer masculinity. Their eyes lingered on the back of his jeans as the material clinged tightly to the large curve of his firm, rugby player's butt. All too soon, the darkness of the carriage enveloped him and he disappeared from sight. Their wet cunts ached emptily with a sense of a lost opportunity as his cum slipped and trickled down their cheeks and over their pouting lips, to be licked away saltily with a mixture of pleasure and regret.
In the corridor of the train, Danny grabbed his three large bags from the luggage rack before stepping out onto Coventry station with his future ahead of him.