Strangers On A Train
At last! After a long dry period I have posted something new. Sorry for the wait. Oh, and sorry for the title as well, I could not help myself. Plot idea came from a friend, so I cannot take all the credit for it.
I currently do not have plans to make a part 2, and if I do there will only be those 2 parts so don't expect a series like Tracey's Pack.
PDF can be found here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/823819/
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Only the sound of his sneakers on the pavement kept Kendi company as he ran down the road to the train station. Of course it would be his luck to draw the longest experiment to make it hard to catch the last train of the night, but he had hardly expected to cut things so close. Several times he nearly fell since the dim street lights were not bright enough to make running so fast safe, but he would rather fall a couple of times than miss the 11:20 train back home.
His spirits lifted slightly when he rounded the last corner and saw the train in the station still. A glance at his watch told him he still had time to make it. It was something he needed to believe; otherwise his friends would never let him hear the end of it. A cheetah unable to get someplace on time? Unheard of!
Without slowing down he jumped over the turnstile and flashed his train pass to the guard. For a moment the jaguar looked about to go after him, but then apparently decided it was too late to cause a ruckus. Since there wasn't any crowd it was just another few seconds before Kendi was on the train, panting from his desperate run.
With a stiff movement he threw his backpack into a chair then plopped down next to it. His knees and shins were a bit sore, but at least he had made it to the station. Both of his eyes drifted closed and he continued to breathe heavily for a couple of minutes. For a moment it was so quiet that he would have fallen asleep if someone else hadn't boarded.
It was the sound of foot steps that announced the arrival of someone else, boots on a large person. Kendi slowly cracked his eyes open to look at the new arrival and then sat up in his chair as the fatigue left his body. With one hand he brushed his shaggy red hair away from his eyes to get a better look at the lion. A second later he folded his ears down so that his blush wouldn't be visible.
The lion looked to be middle-aged and was wearing a navy uniform, briefcase in hand. His mane had a military cut, cropped short and neatly brushed. Several medals shown on the uniform but Kendi had no clue what any of them meant.
This must be one of the sailors from the ship that had recently docked at the base, Kendi realized. The lion's uniform seemed to make him much younger; the snug fit just enough to hint at the muscled form it covered.
At one point Kendi had considered joining the navy as well, but he was hadn't ever been fit enough so it was never more than a pipe dream. A part of him envied the older lion. Still, Kendi had to admit that the other male looked amazing in uniform.
Much better than I ever could, he thought glumly.
"What you looking at?" the lion asked.
Kendi blinked, he hadn't realized that he was staring. "N-nothing... I just don't usually see people from the military."
He wasn't sure but he thought the lion smiled a little bit and shifted in his seat. A second later he opened the brief case and pulled out a magazine while Kendi did his best to look someplace else. That was more difficult to do than it should have been. For some reason the lion stirred uncomfortable feelings in him, yet he still just could not keep his eyes away. It certainly didn't help that the lion had sat right across from him.
An uncomfortable silence filled the air, broken only by the occasional magazine page turned by the lion, until the train doors suddenly swung closed and the car started to move. The rumble of the tracks helped to calm the cheetah. A moment later his eyes found the emergency procedures for the train and he focused on studying them as if he had never read any of it before.
That helped a little bit, but it seemed like each time the lion turned a page he would glance over against his will. He wanted to know what the magazine was but the angle that the lion held it at made it impossible to tell. A couple of times the lion caught him and each time Kendi forced his eyes away while the other male chuckled.
"You live around here?" the lion asked so suddenly that Kendi jumped in his seat.
"Sort of. I take classes at the college, but I live in a neighboring town."
The lion nodded and shifted in his chair. As the other male moved Kendi was finally able to get a glimpse of the magazine and immediately his ears flushed brightly so he had to fold them down again. Right on the cover was the upper half of a naked tiger and the words Play Girl.
Immediately Kendi's belly tightened up as the uncomfortable feelings intensified. Still, it was not enough to keep his eyes away. He would attempt to get another glimpse of the cover, or sometimes at the now obvious bulge in the lion's pants. The whole while he felt the tightness slowly creep down his spine from his belly and each time the lion glanced over he would quickly avert his gaze.
It was a game, he realized, and he hated every single second of it. He would try to see what was in the magazine or glance down at the lion's package and the moment the lion started to look over he would quickly avert his gaze once more. It was humiliating and yet he could not stop himself. The only thing that made the ride bearable was that the train would arrive at his stop before too long.
So they rode in silence and the game continued. Kendi would look over and quickly pull his eyes away each time the lion caught him. Time seemed to crawl along the whole while. But soon the ride would be over and he could get off and go home to forget about the whole trip.
That was before the train lurched so violently that Kendi was nearly thrown into the aisle. A piercing shriek filled the air as the brakes were applied. The sound grated on his nerves and the train ground to a stop, his hopes for a quick trip dying.
Just as he was about to get out of his seat the train intercom crackled to life. "Please stay in your seats, there is no cause for alarm," the voice said. "The train has hit something so we will need to check if anything was damaged and see what it was. We should be back on the road in half an hour."
When the intercom died once more Kendi glanced at his watch and mewed softly. At this rate he would be getting home after midnight. Not to mention that a half hour delay killed his hopes for a 'short' trip.
"Looks like we are stuck here," the lion said and leaned back, pants tightening over the bulge in his crotch.
Kendi nodded with his ears folded down. "Yeah."
There was a moment of quiet. "You got somewhere to be kid?" the lion asked.
"Not really... I just... I wanted this to be a quick ride. I've had a long day and..."
"And what?" The lion smiled at him when he didn't answer and then continued, "Are you a queer?"
The question made him wince. "No!" he answered out of reflex and the lion burst out laughing. "What?" he demanded.
"Bullshit, you have had your eyes on me from the moment I got on the train."
"That's because I don't see many people from the military--" he started.
"Which is why you were so interested in magazine too, I suppose."
Kendi didn't have an answer for that and felt himself start to blush again. He glanced back over at the lion and let himself look this time. The uncomfortable sensations filled him once more. He hated to admit it but the lion was attractive, strong, and confident... everything that he wasn't.
"I... I don't know," he said and looked back down at his feet.
His ears caught the sound of a zipper and when he looked over he was startled to see the lion was undoing the fly to his pants. "Would you like to find out?"
Kendi looked away once more, his ears so hot they felt on fire. "Are you insane? In public?"
"We're the only ones in the train car. This is hardly public."
He knew that the lion was right, and glanced over once more. The first thing he saw was a white furred sheath, swollen slightly with just a hint of pink at the tip. Conflicting feelings pulled at his insides, a confusing jumble of aversion and hunger. Worse, he was horrified to feel his mouth start to salivate.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked. There was a tremor in his voice.
The lion smiled and patted the spot next to him. "Come over here, I promise we'll go slowly."
A sudden knot in his chest kept Kendi from moving for a second. The idea of doing something intimate with another male, with anyone, he had just met was just too embarrassing. On the train home no less! If they were seen what would happen? How dirty would he feel after? But even more he wanted it.
He slipped smoothly into the seat next to the lion and a second later their lips met. A hand brushed over the front of his shirt then pressed lightly over his heart. It was a chaste kiss, close lipped, but still a thrill ran through him.
"You're nervous... try to relax..." the lion whispered and warm breath brushed across Kendi's muzzle.
Their lips met again and this time he felt the lion's tongue. Without a thought he opened his mouth, eyes closed while their muzzles locked together firmly. The hand over his heart pressed more firmly, his body pinned to the chair. Then he felt the lion take hold of his paw and slowly guide it down into his open pants.
His fingers brushed lightly against the lion's sheath and he recoiled, startled. The lion broke the kiss and pulled back, ears folded back while the brief panic faded from Kendi.
"Do you want to stop?"
Kendi felt his chest for a moment, the way his heart raced, and swallowed. "You just... surprised me," he answered. "I've never..."
The lion nuzzled him. "Never been with another man?"
"Never been with anyone," Kendi admitted and looked at his feet. "Been too busy with school."
Lips brushed across his cheek for a second. "Then take your time," the lion said, "we'll only do what you are comfortable with."
He looked into the lion's eyes and calmed down a little bit. With one hand he lightly ran his fingers through the cropped mane, his other slipping timidly into the lion's pants once more. This time he didn't pull away when his fingers felt the soft fur covering the sheath, and he gently took it in his hand.
The lion was still mostly soft, his cock still in its sheath with just a hint of firmness. Kendi squeezed it, his ears slowly turning a deep shade of red as he thought about what he was doing. He could feel the flesh swell in his paw, a soft moan from the lion rewarding him.
They kissed again, and this time Kendi couldn't help pressing up against the lion. His paw squeezed and glided over the sheath, his own body responding as well. He could smell the lion's musk now. A heavy scent that seemed to only feed his passions and pulled at something at the back of his mind.
A hand slipped to the back of his head and started to push him down toward the lion's crotch. "Let me see what that mouth of yours can do, kitten..."
For some reason he didn't protest or pull away. He didn't even tell the lion that he had never done anything like that. His body already knew what it wanted and moved on its own, eyes closed as he trusted the lion to guide him. The moment he felt that soft fur brush against his lips he moaned.
That heavy scent overwhelmed him somehow, concentrated and more powerful than anything he was used to. He could almost feel it seeping into him, demanding his attention. Where he was used to smelling who was there and who had been there, now there was just the lion. A single person who could give him what he wanted.
Slick flesh pushed easily past his lips and slid along his rough tongue. He did his best to use his tongue on the lion's cock, to keep his teeth away and suck gently while it grew harder in his mouth, but everything felt new. Clumsy.
But the lion didn't seem to mind, his soft gasps of pleasure enough to encourage Kendi to keep going. The clumsy feeling never left completely, but as he continued he grew more confident. He listened to the lion, tried to figure out ways to get him to gasp louder.
"Try bobbing your head, kitten," the lion groaned and shifted in his seat.
The request made Kendi pause for a moment. He started out slowly, trying to get a feel of how to move while the cock rested heavily on his tongue. The rough spines near the tip teased inside his muzzle when he pulled back, and a little drop of precum leaked onto his tongue. Bitter and salty, but it left him wanting more.
A hand ran over his rump as he continued to bob his head over the lion's member. It slipped under the waist band of his pants and boxers, then slid down and gripped his ass firmly enough that he could feel claws curl out and prick his flesh. Tingles of excitement and danger ran up his spine, the light pricks almost overwhelmingly intense on his sensitive flesh.
He mewed softly around the cock, head still moving slowly and while his tongue played against the spines at the tip. At the same time a finger slid under his tail and pressed lightly. Kendi couldn't hold back the gasp that slipped from his muzzle, and at the same time he felt the lion grind up into his muzzle.
For just a second the tip of the lion's cock slipped into his throat, then slid smoothly back out. He gagged, pulling back enough to cough. While he gasped a hand lightly pet over the back of his head, the finger under his tail slowly circling around his sensitive patch of flesh.
"Sorry," the lion said, "I should have warned you... would you like to try again?"
Kendi considered for a moment and then nodded. The lion smiled and the finger pressed against his tail hole again. "Ok, try to relax..."
The cock pressed up into his muzzle again and came to rest near the opening to his throat. For a moment he fought to hold down his gag reflex, instead trying to focus on the scent, the taste on his tongue, the calming hand that stroked his head. Once he settled the lion's hips pressed up again and the shaft slipped easily into his throat.
It was easier to take this time, although he still had to focus on everything but the sensation in his throat to keep from gagging. His ears folded down and he felt a finger slip into him for just a moment. The whole while he purred loudly and did his best to breathe.
When the lion suddenly pulled him back he was startled, and glanced up to see if he had done something wrong. A light stroke on his cheek, along with a firm squeeze on his rump, reassured him everything was fine.
"Just... just the tip now..." the lion moaned.
A moment later Kendi felt a spurt of cum splash against his tongue, followed by another, and another... He tried to swallow every drop as it filled his muzzle, but it came too quickly for him to keep up and swallowing with his mouth partly open was harder than he thought it would be. Some of the seed leaked out of the corners of his mouth to soak into his fur.
Then he felt some hit the back of his throat and pulled back coughing. A few more ropes of seed splashed against his muzzle while he sputtered, eyes closed to keep any from getting into his eyes.
"Sorry," he mewed.
The lion didn't answer him, just smiled and pulled him into a sitting position. A second later he felt the larger male's tongue run over his muzzle fur, cleaning the cum away in a single pass. Then their lips met once more, sharing the salty flavor that lingered in their mouths.
Loud creaks from the train doors opening broke the moment, and Kendi sat up straight in his seat while the lion did up his pants once more. A puma looked inside, flashlight in hand.
"You two ok?" he asked.
The lion nodded, answering for both of them. "Yeah, when are we getting out of here?"
"In just a moment. The train wasn't badly damaged so we can make it to the next station. Should be there in about four or five minutes."
"Thanks," the lion said. The puma waved and left.
Kendi was quiet through the whole exchange, left wondering what the jaguar had seen. In a moment of self consciousness he made sure that his pants were pulled all the way up and used a hand to smooth back his red hair once more. Part of him wanted to continue, but the sudden intrusion had ruined the mood.
"Guess we are done... huh?" he asked, still blushing.
With a slight jerk the train started to move again, and the lion glanced at his watch while he rearranged himself in his pants. "Afraid so, not enough time if we only have a few minutes," he said. "Maybe we could continue this another time?"
Kendi snuggled up against the lion and pressed his head into the mane. "I would like that..."
"Is tomorrow good?"
He nodded and blushed a little bit, then blinked as he realized something. "Um... can you tell me something?"
"What, sweetie?" the lion asked.
"What's your name?"