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When people meet Oikawa Tooru, they would automatically think “Ah, what a well-dressed, polite, young man.”
Twenty-year old Tooru is what parents would best describe as the “dream son”: straight-A student, captain of one of the country’s best collegiate volleyball team, loved and adored by his peers, popular with both men and women alike, voted yearly as the “Most Likely to Succeed” among his class.
Tooru is definitely not someone people would think to be horny.
In fact, he only had sex with one boyfriend, and he had only one in his entire life. After their break-up, he has never gone out of his way to look for sex.. Maybe because it’s a small world and he’s got a reputation to uphold. Or maybe, he’s just not into sex with someone he’s not attracted to.
He did try and look at porn, but only out of curiosity, and he may have gotten off to it once or twice, looking at big, beefy men fucking. However, during his third year in college, he found something that apparently a lot of people fantasize that could actually happen, basing on the amount of porn content he found online.
And what fascinated Tooru the most is that majority of the content came from his very own beloved city.
His kink started one Saturday night, when his friend, Sugawara Koushi came to his dorm room looking absolutely feral. He told Tooru how his boyfriend Daichi got into a fight at the Shinagawa station on their way back from his parents’ house because some horny fucker felt him up with a hard squeeze on his butt cheek, and had the gall to blame the rocking motion of the train. Incredibly, the good boy, “he-could-never-hurt-a-fly” Sawamura Daichi wouldn't stand for it. The men got into a fistfight that ended up with all three of them being sent to the security office. By the time Koushi relayed the events of the fight Daichi was in for his honor (which evidently turned Koushi on), Tooru had already zoned out.
It was only later when Tooru realized he could not stop thinking about this mortifying idea that crept into his head. He doesn’t understand why, but somehow the thought of being groped in a train resonated with him. He imagined what it would be like to be felt up by a complete stranger in a carriage full of people. A huge hand on the curve of his round ass, running between his legs... Tooru thought he can maybe forego briefs and maybe wear shorts with wide leg openings under a maybe oversized shirt that goes past his thighs. His cock was hard before he knew it. The next day, he kept imagining some guy's hand on his ass, on his chest, between his legs, making its way to his hard cock.
He fidgeted in Literature class, inconspicuously rolling his hips uncomfortably, trying in vain to relieve the tension. As soon as he got back to the privacy of his dorm room, he immediately went online to look for train grope porn videos. Most of them were from - surprise, surprise - Japan, and it was a strange relief to find out that it was not just him who masturbated to these kind of videos into a frenzy. He remembered coming three times that night and not getting any homework done. But it did the trick and he didn't think of it again until several weeks later.
Or, at least, he tried.
He swore it was the furthest thing on his mind.
He swore it wasn’t on his mind as he was in the train to Shibuya station alone, on his way for a night out with his team mates. He rarely goes out, preferring to work out at the gym after volleyball practice or facetime with his mom. He is not the type of guy who goes out on dates, even when men and women alike ask him out. Most of the time, people have actually tried to get in his pants, most especially during Nationals season. And It's only because Tooru didn't like them enough, or wasn't turned on in anyway, that he has kept his dick in his pants.
And there he was, on the train. As expected, quite a lot of people were on it on a Friday evening. The crush of bodies pressed against him brought his recently discovered kink to his mind, and he immediately found himself getting hard. The idea seemed so hot and exciting and he couldn't stop his body from responding to these fantasies. He imagined someone's hand wandering all over his body, and he almost wished that someone would do it. No one did of course, so he spent the entire journey horny as hell. As soon as he got off on the platform, he headed straight to the station restroom and stroked his dick to completion just to avoid walking to his friends with a hard-on.
From then on, Tooru started considering doing it seriously - instigating someone, a man or woman, into groping him. None of his friends knew about these disgusting daydreams he had. Over the course of a few weeks, he found himself thinking idly of doing it until he was actually planning the entire thing. He had doubts on himself, but the curiosity and lust and the very long dry spell had gotten the better of him.
Tooru started wearing thin leggings and loose tops with deeper necklines, exposing his collarbones and thick arms and thighs. He practiced a come-hither look inside the privacy of his bathroom, pranced around wearing a buttplug, and planned and plotted his adventures. In the past, he had always worn button-ups, jumpers and slacks when he traveled by train, bus and otherwise to school. But lately, he ventured alone wearing shorts and, as time goes by, even long loose skirts, over large shirts.
Tooru even started taking the train on Friday evenings, during rush hours when the trains would be extremely packed. But he found that no matter how naughtily he dressed, no one would do it. It only made him very sexually frustrated. Even a dildo in his ass when he gets home each time to compensate for the failures doesn’t do it for him anymore. One time he got so horny, with tears in his eyes, he took his phone and opened his contacts list, but he immediately switched it off. The thought of asking one of his friends to grope him weirded him out.
Then, finally.. Finally, it happened. Summer was nearly over and he was on his way to a team dinner party, at the 8PM train from Shinjuku.
All he could see and feel in a crowded train were the backs and chests of people pressing in around him. The train was so tightly packed, there almost wasn't enough room for him to move his arms or legs, or even to get himself into a comfortable standing position. All around him he could smell the sweat and musk, mostly men, tired from their day's work. He realized most seemed to be office workers, from the looks of them. Suit-wearing, older men. He’s only twenty, so they weren't exactly what he’d call hot. Still, he didn't find the thought of any of these men repulsive and for some reason, the thought of one of them, or maybe if he’s lucky, even two, groping him turned him on. He was dressed in one of his more adventurous outfits – Doc Martens, his shortest mesh hakama shorts that could pass as a skirt, and a loose red shirt that has wide arm openings. The ensemble was not in his comfort zone at all, and cold too, as he took off his briefs when the new buttplug he was wearing kept snagging on it, but it made a point. Most of the men eyed him strangely, but there were a few who stared him down like he’s candy, almost like they could see under his shorts or smell the strawberry lube he used on himself.
Tooru begged in his mind that it should only be a matter of time before someone's hand started exploring his body.
Nothing happened at first, and the train pulled into the next stop after Tooru got in. A fresh crush of people pushed their way into the train and they were all crammed inside the carriage like packed sardines. The train started again, a machine voice announced the next station and the lights dimmed. He was starting to wonder whether all his efforts with this outfit were never going to be worth it all, when he felt it.
A rough hand on his clothed asscheek. The man was going about it so nonchalantly, brushing his hand against his ass every time the train jostled. The way he did it couldn't disguise the fact that he was touching Tooru’s ass on purpose.
His heart started to beat faster, and he could feel himself starting to get hard.
Tooru tried to turn his head to see what the man looked like, but the space was so restricted that he couldn't turn around completely to get a good look. His right side was pressed almost flat against the wall of the train. The man was right behind him, facing the same direction as he was, his wandering right hand well hidden from other commuters. The man in front and on Tooru’s left side had both their backs turned on them so it was like he was in a cocoon on his own, surrounded by all these formal looking men.. One of them with a wandering hand.
Tooru could smell somewhat an expensive cologne, but then that could have been from any of the other people on the train. The hand on his ass was a little rough, so that suggested that he was not a stranger to manual labor. They both went on that way for a few minutes. The train was slow-going, what with it being packed so full of people. Tooru felt more daring now, as the lust started to course through his veins. He pressed his ass ever so gently against the man’s thick hand, almost arching his back, and reached down behind him to pull the man’s front closer against him.
With so many people on the train, they were as close as two people could possibly be and not be on top of each other. The man was so close to him now that Tooru confirms the musky cologne was coming from him. He smelled so obviously male, and Tooru was so turned on he didn’t care if the man behind him was forty. He was willing to fuck anyone with a cock at that point.
He smoothly let his hand brush the front of the man’s slacks and felt his cock twitch against the material slightly. The man was a bit shorter tham him, but he was broad and felt so muscular, exactly Tooru’s type. And as though he could read Tooru’s mind, he felt the man tilt his hips, bringing his cock closer to his ass. Tooru felt him squeeze his ass firmly, and then he leaned his face close to his ear, his lips touching his cheek, and whispered, "You like that?"
And damn if his voice didn't make him come on the spot.. Damn if the warmth of his breath on his ear didn't make him shiver.
Tooru closed his eyes, just focusing on the sensation of his hand roughly kneading his asscheek. He didn't want to look at the man, afraid that if he looked at his face he might just get turned off and the fantasy would ruin itself. So he focused on the sensations and let him and his imagination do the work.
Tooru bit his bottom lip and gave a slow, soft nod. It was the most he could do without letting it turn into a moan.
Then Tooru decidedly pressed himself harder against him. He could now feel his cock poking at him through the soft material of his shorts. The man’s hand then slipped under his waistband and he sucked in a surprised breath when he encountered skin. He began kneading his naked ass, not just stroking it, but hardly rolling the pliant flesh on his rough palm. He was crushing it in his hand, squeezing it hard enough that Tooru wished if it would leave fingerprints. Tooru breathed in and out as unobtrusively as he could. The man was obviously getting excited as well, his breathing getting ragged.
“Jesus. You’re so sexy,” the man murmured so low Tooru had to strain to hear it. “Your ass is so fucking soft, you make me so hard.”
Tooru kept his eyes closed, his bottom lip between his teeth. Normally, he would not tolerate that and punch a man who would say that to him, but fuck, if it didn't turn him on all the more.
The man slid his hand between his asscheeks, and groaned a low, “fucking hell”, as he found that his fingers found a buttplug nestled inside his wet entrance. Tooru tried harder to spread his legs as wide, arch his back as the limited space could allow but there was just no doing it. Instead, he clutched at the strap of his sling bag, adjusting it strategically over his hard-on.
"I bet your ass tastes delicious," the sexy voice whispered and Tooru almost whined as he imagined the man eating his ass out, sucking and slobbering on him, his tongue plunging inside his tight, hairless hole.
He started running his finger up and down between Tooru’s entrance and balls, tracing the line of it slowly, the applying enough pressure on the buttplug to feel good, pushing on it with his palm as if to penetrate him even deeper. God, he was such a tease. He sure knew what he was doing. Tooru couldn't help but gasp when the man slid the plug out slowly, leaving the tip inside. Then he felt a finger slip in.. it was thick, a little rough and the friction was enough to drive Tooru insane. He felt the man breathe deeply behind his neck as he let his finger circle inside him, as if feeling out how loose his hole was before pulling out. He started sliding the plug back in and then out slowly but as deep as it would go. Tooru almost clutched at the man's back in front of him. He didn't know how he managed to stop himself from moaning out loud and rutting his hips. The man kept pumping the plug in and out, in and out, faster and faster. Tooru was so grateful that the train masked the wet slurping sounds he’s sure his lubed hole was making. He was stroking almost the entire insides of his ass, so deep near his prostate, brushing up against it.
Tooru was so high in ecstasy, he was almost in tears. He could feel the man’s chest heaving behind him, breathing so heavily he barely caught him whisper “I can’t believe this is fucking happening - so tight and wet for me” in his ear. He would plunge the plug inside Tooru’s hole and then wiggle it around a bit, trying to work it as deep as it would go, trying to touch everything inside him, touching him in ways no one ever had before. Then he would pull it out, drag it against his balls, and then slide it in again. Tooru couldn't take it anymore. He started to moan softly, his breath coming out from his mouth in quick succession. He was leaning backwards on him for support. His legs were trembling from the pleasure. His cock was so hard, he’s sure his precum was staining the insides of his shorts. Had he pulled away, he would have collapsed onto the floor, drooling. The man was even moaning softly into his ear. And all the sensation was too much, just too much so that Tooru knew, as well as the man did, that they had to stop. If not, they’d have fucked each other right then and there. The man withdrew his hand quietly and Tooru felt his entire body rebel, his insides crying out for a much awaited climax.
It didn't take him long though.
It was as if the man couldn't take his hands off Tooru, as well. His right hand crept inside his shirt this time and Tooru’s glad that he’d worn something loose enough to disguise a hand groping underneath. The man reached inside his top, took his right nipple in between two fingers and rolled it around, teasing it to delicate hardness. He pinched it softly, tweaking it, and then kneaded his entire pec in his hand.
Then without warning, he plunged his hand into Tooru’s shorts and straight to his asshole. He masterfully pulled out the plug, slipped what felt like a couple of his thick fingers in and finger-fucked him like a man on a mission.. just in and out, in and out, fast and hard. His other hand was huge enough for his thumb and middle finger to rub both of Tooru’s nipples hard at the same time, strumming them fast, while he pistoned in and out of his tight, wet asshole and it was driving Tooru crazy, it was so fucking unbelievable. Pleasure, hot and cold, raced all over his body. Tooru didn't know where to concentrate, whether on his thicks finger fucking him, his harsh breaths, ragged and crazy in his ear, murmuring, “fuck, you’re being such a good boy for me”, or the fact that he’s about to come in a train full of people like he has dreamt of in months. He pressed his ass hard against the man’s hard length, grinding on it. He pushed against Tooru in response and he knew he must be dying to ram his cock inside him.
And Tooru wanted him, yes, he wanted him without even seeing his face.
Tooru couldn't take it anymore. He had to let this man fuck him. With a monumental amount of effort, Tooru turned to face him, wrapping his arms around his body. Thankfully, no one paid them any attention. His knees were shaking, and his heart was beating so fast he was sure it was going to break out of his chest. Tooru breathed in his scent, smoky with a hint of bergamot, which was surprisingly arousing. The man wasn’t that much old, must be in his late twenties, dark spikey hair that looked antithetical with his dark grey suit but it worked. His green eyes growing even darker as he smoldered at him. Tooru was taller, but the man’s sex appeal made his presence larger.
Tooru leaned and brought his lips to the man’s jaw, almost licking it. "Please fuck me."
The man smiled then. Shit. Tooru hope the man liked his face enough to fuck him. At that point, it didn't matter if he just escaped from prison or whatever. Tooru wanted him.
"Let's get off at the next station," Tooru whispered, pun intended, and the man smiled again. He pressed his agreement, his cock hard against his stomach. Tooru closed his eyes and focused on that sensation. He was tempted to just bend over and put that heavy cock in his mouth right there on the train. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Calm down, Tooru.
Fuck. His phone was vibrating, interrupting his mental tirade. He pulled it out of his bag and saw Koushi.
From: S. Koushi #2
To: Tooru 😚✌️
Oi, Cap! Where the fuck are you? Coach’s here! apparently we’re about to meet our new athletic trainer 🤙🏻
Tooru sighed, biting his lip as he typed with shaking thumbs.
To: S. Koushi #2
From: Tooru 😚✌️
Emergency. Sorry. Can’t go. Don’t worry. Will explain later xx
His hands wouldn’t stop shaking as he pressed sent. Fuck. Was he that horny that he’s ditching his team mates for dick? (Yes!)
Did he really want this sexy stranger to fuck him? (Fuck. Yes, of course he did. He wanted his cock, the big, hard cock he was grinding against his stomach)
Shibuya station rolled along, an eternity later. His own cock was throbbing and his shorts were soaked. The man pulled Tooru off of the train, and out of the station. Tooru knew the city so well, but he did not know this man. No matter how busy the streets were, there are lots of isolated places to dump a body. The shorter man’s hand was gripping his arm, his fingers digging into his flesh as he pulled him trough the thinning crowd. Then he stopped. "Do you know where?.."
Tooru should have quipped: "..where you’re going to dump my dead body?” But when he looked at him under the colorful city lights, that didn't sound appropriate at all. The man had the greenest eyes he’s ever seen and a strong, striking face. High cheekbones, full lips, angry brows. He could even see a set of moles splattered along his neck and he tried to imagine what the rest of his body looked like but couldn't, overwhelmed by a renewed surge of horny. So Tooru made the pretense of thinking for a minute, and as soon as he nodded, the man started walking again, dragging him towards the direction Tooru just pointed.
"Dogenzaka," Tooru said. "Couple of blocks away."
Even before the door closed, Tooru’s lips were on his and the man’s hand was between his legs. He had his hand inside his shorts again, digging deep into his open ass after throwing out the plug on the bed. Tooru moaned, grinding his ass into his hand. They fell into bed, their mouths never disengaging.
Tooru was possessed, primal, almost bestial, begging to be fucked. To be taken like an animal. To be devoured hard and fast. The man didn't even bother taking Tooru’s clothes off completely. The clasp of his pants wouldn't come off, so Tooru helped him, his fingers unsteady. Finally, he was able to pull his pants down and the man’s thick, heavy cock sprang free, slapped on his muscled stomach then stood proudly to attention. Tooru’s eyes flickered momentarily in surprise at possibly the biggest dick he’s ever seen when the man tore at his shorts and tossed them onto the floor.
"Let me see that pretty hole."
Tooru blushed, but turned on his knees, his chest flat on the bed and reached behind to spread his asscheeks apart, as wide as he could go. He felt the man position himself against his opening.
He heard a plastic being torn open and cold wetness against his asshole.
“Jesus, fuck, even your hole’s pretty,” the man whispered, desire dripping in hus voice. “Are you clean?”
Tooru nodded quickly with a whimper. “Please.”
The man slid in slowly and fuck if he didn't nearly cream on the spot. It had been too fucking long.
(This kid, the man thought as he slowly dug his cock in, was so tight even when he wore that fucking buttplug for who knows how long, like his ass hadn't been used for a while. He’s definitely no virgin, that much he knew, but damn if this pretty boy didn't feel like one.)
"Oh god, oh god, oh god!” Tooru whimpered, nonstop, as the man ploughed into his hole. He was hung, his cock a little on the larger size, but the man finger fucked him so well in the train and put a vast amount of lube in his ass that he slid in smoothly, as deep as he could go in one, sure stroke.
"Fuck..." His cock felt so good, his insides were melting.
Ah, who does Tooru have to thank for his fucking luck?
He pulled out, before sliding in again, picking up a little speed... He slid out, slap his heavy cock against his hole. Tooru’s moans became high pitched mewing.
"You love taking it, huh?"
Tooru whined. “You’re so big, I can almost feel you in my throat..”
With gritting teeth, he twisted Tooru around onto his back and pulled him closer, slung his legs over his shoulders and rammed his length into him so hard his balls slapped against his ass.
Tooru screamed as his cock pulsed out his first stream of cum on his stomach. All the oh God and fucks , stifled inside the train, tore themselves from his mouth with a passion. But the man kept going.
In. Out. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
Tooru was having an out of body experience as he watched the sexy stranger moving on top and inside of him, the greenest eyes never leaving his face. His body shook, his words became incoherent and he writhed in pleasure, like a hyena possessed.
“God, you’re even more beautiful upclose,” the man groaned, his hips moving wilder. “So gorgeous, so warm inside, clenching me so tight, fuck, fuck, fuck..”
His cock filled him up completely, his walls contracting at every thrust, stimulating every single nerve-ending. Tooru moaned and screamed obscenities, and the older man grunted and groaned back, loving the pleasure Tooru was giving him with abandon. The feeling of freedom, of anonymity, of being primal, of having a wild fuck with a wild older man.
What the man did next stunned and turned Tooru on, his oversensitive cock started to fill up again: he pulled Tooru up, let him wrap Tooru’s arms around his neck, held him up by his hips, suspended him on the air until his cock was almost all the way out, and then pushed him down to his cock. Rough, hard. Again and again. At one point, his cock slipped out of his ass, making a wet, sloppy noise. So Tooru reached down between his legs, grabbed at it greedily and put it back in again.
"Don't stop. Fuck. Don't stop. Please don’t fucking stop.."
He didn't. He dropped Tooru to the bed, his head lolling and pulled him tight against his crotch. Tooru crossed his legs across his ass, pulling the man even deeper. “Fucking hell,” the man groaned and fucked him faster, harder than he’d ever been fucked before.
Tooru didn't warrant this abuse, this bestiality. But he didn’t care. He pushed himself up, impatient that the man wasn't coming inside him yet. He even bit his neck, and the man squeezed his round ass back. Tooru tugged on his earlobes with his teeth, his nails digging painfully into his shoulders.
“Come in my ass,” Tooru couldn’t believe what was coming out of his mouth, but he was so strung out, so in the moment, he kept pulling the man deeper into his hole. The man removed his hands from his asscheeks, tried to pull away, but Tooru’s an athlete. He used all of his strength to pull the man’s wild hips deeper back in. “Come on, please, please, I want to feel your cum inside my belly, please..”
"Oh god, oh fuck!" The man’s entire world seemingly dissolved into his slick, tight hole.
His hips gave way and he collapsed into Tooru, burying his face in his neck. He was about to come, then he was coming. He thrust his cock into him like a madman, ungraceful and uncoordinated. Tooru even lifted his hips up, taking his cock so deep, deep, deeper inside him, his cock pressed against his stomach. He contracted his anal muscles, squeezed and..
"Fuck!"
Stars danced across the man’s eyes and he grabbed Tooru’s hips so hard he knew he was going to have bruises in the morning. Tooru could feel him coming so hard, so much inside him. Spasms wracked him as hot spurts, hot streams of ropey, white cum streamed from his cock, filling his ass up so full, he could feel some of the wamth dripping down the bed.
Tooru felt him held on, as long as he could, savoring the feeling of his asshole caressing his cock as Tooru spills his own cum between them again with a high pitched moan.
The man slid his cock out before he could crush Tooru flat on the bed and lay down beside him, speechless. Tooru was sprawled on his back and staring up at the ceiling, glassy-eyed. He was still fully clothed from the waist up. Below, though, was another story. He was wet and slick between his legs, his asshole abused and open. The man’s potent cum, mixed with the lube, soaked the cheap, cotton sheet underneath. The man was still wearing his suit, missing only his slacks and underwear. Tooru’s red shirt was pulled up to his chest, his nipples hard, stomach wet and sticky with his own cum. His legs were still shaking, as were the older man. They were both panting, out of breath.
Fuck, if he wasn't the most fantastic fuck of the century. Fuck, if his cock wasn't the fattest cock that ever fucked him his entire fucking life. He wanted to be fucked again from behind, he wanted to be fucked in the mouth, every open orifice. Standing up, spread eagled, upside down on that suspiciouly stained leather sofa. After he eats Tooru out.
The thought of the older man eating his newly fucked ass was enough to enliven his limp cock.
Tooru turned to him and gave him a wide smile. "So.. care to take a shower?"
Tooru has never been, in his twenty years, been this horny, so in need that he threw everything: caution, propriety, his friends, everything, to the wind, and let himself be taken in a cheap love hotel by a stranger he picked up on a train.
But damn, if he wasn't worth every fucking second of his lost sanity. The older man had been so willing, crazed even, and it made Tooru feel powerful, knowing someone could want him that much.
He, Oikawa Tooru, made a stranger come so hard he nearly collapsed.
The man grinned back when Tooru suggested a shower, fatigue be damned. He stood up, pulling Tooru with him into the bathroom.
The warm water splashed against Tooru, soothing his abused muscles a little. Damn, it felt like he just had a very good spike training. It didn't take long to have rough hands on him, like the man couldn't help himself. He grabbed the motel’s small generic smelling soap in his large hands and started caressing Tooru’s chest with it.
"Ah, that feels nice," Tooru murmured.
The man soaped his own chest and pulled Tooru closer. He started going up and down his body, the soap slick and wet. He stroked Tooru’s cock with the soap and lathered up a thick creamy foam and he couldn't help but moan, horny little whore that he was.
Fuck, if it didn't feel so good.
As he was savoring the sensation, the man stopped and gave Tooru the soap.
“My turn?” the older man smirked.
Tooru obeyed him like a good boy that he is and started stroking him, staying long on his rapidly hardening cock, partly in fascination (how the fuck did he get that huge thing inside him) and partly making sure it was cleaned thoroughly. He was sure he was going to ask for a blow job. He was a man, wasn't he?
Tooru turned the shower on full blast, rinsing them both. The man started licking his neck, his warm tongue dragging long and hard on his skin. Tooru was hard again before he even had the chance to catch his breath. He moaned, egging the man on, and he pushed Tooru against the wall and sucked on a nipple. Licked around it, slurped on it, played his tongue on it. Then he went lower, turned Tooru around and attacked, yes, attacked his asshole.
There was no other word for it. Teeth, lips, tongue. Sucking, biting, licking. He sucked hard, as if trying to vacuum the cum he left deep inside his ass. On and on until Tooru couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't breathe, he was barely standing. He pulled on his head and told him to stop.
"My turn," Tooru parroted him.
The man stood up, gave him a lopsided smile as he took his own cock in his hand and pointed it at Tooru.
"Go ahead. Open up."
Tooru immediately knelt before him, intent on giving him the blowjob of his life. A good deed shouldn't go unrewarded, he decided, and boy, did the man fucking love his prize. He moaned, and grunted, hissed and good boy-ed Tooru several times.
“You’ve got the sweetest mouth,” the man groaned as he pushed Tooru’s wet hair off his face. “Taking my cock so well like you’re born for this..”
Tooru moaned as he licked his balls, fingered his ass, ran his tongue on the spot where the sun didn't shine. It was impossible for Tooru to take the entire length of his cock into his mouth so he lollipop licked him. Up and down his shaft. He swirled his tongue on the head, savoring his precum. After several minutes of sucking and licking, the man asked him to stand and bend towards the shower.
Without warning, he plunged his thick, veined cock into him. “God, and you really have the tightest ass.”
He started thrusting, his thighs making loud slapping sounds against Tooru’s ass. He could hear his cock slide in and out, Tooru’s hole making slurping noises at his thrusts from the leftover cum inside him. The man reached in front of him, one hand played with Tooru’s nipple, the other stroked his cock.
“You’re driving me crazy, I can’t believe it was you grinding on me on that fucking train..”
What did he mean? Tooru wondered briefly, but the question quickly flew out his mind. He loved it. He fucking loved it. It didn't take him long to come against the shower wall. The man spilled even deeper inside him this time, digging his hips harder against him as he came. “You like how deep my cum is inside you?”
Tooru sighed in satisfaction. He loved it so much. “Yes, I feel it.. Ah, thank you.” Ever so polite.
They both spent the rest of the shower stroking, petting, kissing each other lazily until the water ran cold and they had to get out of the bathroom. They went to bed naked and soon fell asleep, completely spent.
Tooru woke up, a few hours before dawn and found the stranger still sleeping. He dressed quietly and prepared to check out, his bravado and sense of adventure leaving him completely. He didn't want the man to wake, too scared he'd ask for his number or his name. He didn't want to know his. He crept out of the room and closed the door quietly.
He got on the first train back to his dorm, keeping his eyes down and staying as far away from people as possible. He’d go home to his dorm, call Koushi, and maybe hibernate a little more over the weekend. He needed it, after that surreal adventure.
He had satisfied a craving, a curiosity. He had a fantasy fulfilled and it was good. So fucking good he think anything or anyone could ever top it.
But for all its worth, he didn't think he was going to repeat the experience. Fucking an older stranger he grinded on a train? Once is enough.
He’s never seeing that man ever again anyway.
“Team! Come over here!”
Tooru wiped the sweat off his face with a towel as he runs over across the gym with his team to their coach. He’s grateful that it’s been a peaceful Monday so far, and that Koushi had been forgiving when he called him back late last Saturday. That, and that today’s training was only serving drills. He could still feel his back and ass were sore from his.. adventure last weekend.
“Oikawa, where were you last Friday?” Coach Mizoguchi asked as soon as he saw Tooru approach. “Sugawara said you sent him a late message that you had an emergency. Are you okay?”
Tooru felt his face heat up, guilt filling his gut as he bowed, “Nothing to worry about, coach,” he clenched his fists at his sides, eyes closed, “my mother called and said my dog had died,” he doesn’t have a dog, “I had to go home. I’m sorry, coach.” He stood up straight, fixing his face. He could feel Koushi staring at him through the corner of his eye.
“Ah,” his coach sighed in relief. “I’m very sorry about your dog. But next time, when something comes up, make sure to reply and not leave us all worried for an entire day, okay, kid?”
Tooru bowed his head in guilt again. “Yes, coach.”
“Good thing Hajime wasn’t able to make it,” Coach Mizoguchi said with another sigh. “Replied an entire day late, too. You both would get along so well. He mentioned he’s been wanting to meet you since he saw you play last season.. Ah, here he is!”
The entire team turned their heads as a muscular, suited man with dark hair and green eyes walked towards them from the gym entrance.
Shit. Tooru felt his heart in his throat. No.
“Team,” Coach Mizoguchi smiled as he pressed a hand on the man’s shoulder. “Meet your new athletic trainer and my former team captain, Iwaizumi Hajime.”
“Pleased to make your acquaintance,” Hajime bowed. Once he stood back straight, his eyes looked Tooru's body up and down once before ending up at his face with a knowing lopsided smile, then turned away.
Shit. Tooru bit his bottom lip as he bowed with the rest his team, feeling his shorts starting to tighten up. Yes.