Public Transport
Please let me know what you think! This was another little quickie I threw together. Took the better part of an hour. I also tried something different, writing in first person. But yeah! Tell me what you think! :)
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Now I've been fucked out on the dance floor at a club before. I have no problem showing off for the people around me, grabbing onto some strangers's waist or shoulders to steady myself as I'm pounded from behind. It's quite thrilling, really, to have all those bodies pressed up against you, mysterious paws roaming over you and giving encouraging words as you're taken in front of their eyes.
Despite all that, it surprised me when my friend's paws grabbed my ass right there on the subway. Derrick has always been adventurous and a bit of a dare-devil when it came to trying new things, and here we were on a crowded subway car, standing room only, and those thick, wolf paws were squeezing and kneading my butt. It had been a while since Derrick and I had actually gotten any alone time, and my mind couldn't help but remember the last time I had that thick wolf shaft knotted up under my leonine tail.
Fuck, I was getting hard now. I caught out reflection in one of the windows, and it made me shiver. Derrick had black fur all over with dreads that were held back in a ponytail of sort, and he was looming over me, grinning wickedly. I, on the other hand, was much shorter, and had light grey fur, and a trimmed mane to keep it in a short fauxhawk, which was a few shades darker. I didn't ever try and look twinkish, or girly, or anything of the sort, but my friends tell me I give off that impression anyway.
I was wearing a tight black t-shirt, just my size, and it hugged my small frame. Same for my jeans. It's the girlish figure. That's my problem. If I buy clothes that aren't skin-tight, then they always sag awkwardly, and look bad. Whatever, guys like how I look. Especially Derrick. Those black paws were rubbing along my hips and then back to my tail, playfully squeezing at the base.
It's hard not to pop a boner when you're getting such intimate attention. I wasn't wearing any underwear today, and my uncut cock was angled rather uncomfortably down over my balls, growing stiffer each second those paws teased me. I wasn't sure exactly how far he was planning to go, and if I was just going to get teased for our long ride home, or if... Yeah, there it was. The button right above my tail was just popped open. A quick tug lowered the denim a few inches off my ass, just barely exposing my hole to the horny wolf behind me.
I glanced around to see if anyone was watching, but we were packed in here like sardines. No, like pickles. Ever seen a jar of pickles? Way more crammed that little tin can. We were packed into this car like pickles. It'll catch on. Now I'm just rambling, trying to calm my nerves. My mind is racing trying to relax as I'm exposed in a very public place. My point is that it's so crowded, no one can really see anything other than shoulders and heads.
Like I said, I'm no stranger to putting on a show in public, but that was always at a place where public nudity wasn't frowned upon. This was public transport! There was an old woman standing not four feet from me with her granddaughter, and a few teenagers not too far that were going home from school! But I wanted this, and I knew Derrick wasn't going to give me much say in the matter anyway.
He pressed his crotch up against my exposed ass, and I could feel the heat of his hard shaft through his jeans, rubbing up and down between my cheeks. My own cock was straining and pressing painfully against the front of my jeans, aching to be released, but there was no way I was going to whip it out, too risky. At least Derrick would have a way to hide his...
The fur on my arms was standing on end, and I shivered when one of those grinds pressed firmly against my tailring. I wanted him so badly, even if we were in danger of getting caught. Derrick wanted me too, from the hot breath on the back of my neck, and firm grinding against me. I felt a paw against my ass and, even as loud as the subway was, heard the zipper on his jeans as it was pulled down. He shuffled behind me, pulling his cock through the fly of his boxers and jeans, and I felt that wet shaft right under my tail, leaking across the skin.
I took a deep breath and relaxed, hips pushing back to his to let him know I was ready, and he obliged by pushing right back. Derrick pres more than most guys cum, but even then, it stung without lube. I'm a champ, though, I didn't bat an eye or make a noise as it slid further into me. I could feel his bunched-up sheath against my ring, and he stayed still for a few minutes, letting me relax. I felt every heartbeat through his cock, and each one jetted out another watery spray of pre.
When the light pain had subsided, I pulled my hips away from his, a few inches sliding from my passage. Derrick must have forgotten where we were for a split second, because I heard a faint growl escape his lips. The paw on my hip tightened and that slick rod pushed right back into me. Due to our very public location, I couldn't get the hard pounding that I usually craved. The ones that rock your hips back and forth? Where, if you don't have something to hold onto, you'd get knocked over? That's what I wanted, so badly. Instead, I had to settle on these short, slow thrusts that pressed firmly into me, teasing at my prostate.
Not that I'm complaining! It's more like "Oh darn, the car I just won is red, not blue." Each thrust was slow, and pressed deep into me, teasing me to the extreme. In some ways, it was better. I was able to keep a straight face, so anyone looking at me wouldn't know that I was being fucked right there in the middle of the packed car. And I hadn't gotten this sort of treatment in a while, either. Usually I was mounted hard and fast, leaving me breathless, and I'd get off without touching myself. Derrick was making sure to press right against my pleasure spot, milking the pre from my shaft, but going slow enough that I wouldn't cum.
It was a sweet torture to endure. My cock was still pressed down over my balls, rock hard and leaking into the denim. By now, I was sure it looked like I might have just wet myself with how much I was drooling. Derrick always could get me wet and wild like this. We were on borrowed time, though. Only about ten minutes until we'd be disembarking, and I knew he wanted to cum, right there in front of everyone. He was humping a bit quicker now, short jabs that rocked my hips a few inches here and there, both of us trying to remain subtle.
No one around us had any idea what was going on, and if someone somehow knew, they weren't saying anything. Derrick's knot was growing under my tail, and it popped through my ring a few times before it couldn't be easily stuffed in anymore. The black wolf just ground it against my passage with every thrust, breathing against my ears hotly, more and more ragged as he neared his climax. I wanted him to tie me, but knew that we didn't have the time. Checking the subway's clock again, we only had about four minutes to our stop.
It was getting harder and harder to maintain my composure, and I was biting on my like a nervous drug addict being sweated by the cops. My eyes were glancing around, too, searching for any signs that we were caught. It was still loud and packed, but as Derrick's thrusts became increasingly needy, my senses blocked out everything else as if it were white noise. To me, those wanton pants against my ears and neck were echoing through the compartment.
In a move that surprised me, Derrick's paws grabbed my hips and started pulling me back hard into him. His engorged knot pressed insistently against my tail and my eyes widened in shock as it started pressing into me. I couldn't warn him or tell him to stop without alerting everyone, and I wanted to be tied, but we were in front of at least fifty other people! That thick bulb of flesh pushed into my ring, and I was sure it was going to lock us together, but he stopped right at the apex of his knot, leaving me stretched to the limit around his length. Claws dug into my sides and my body shuddered, squeezing down on him.
That was all he needed. His shaft throbbed hard in my ass and started gushing seed deep inside me. It took all the willpower I had not to moan at the erotic sensation, and I was focusing so hard on keeping quiet, that I couldn't stop myself from cumming hard inside my jeans. Derrick tugged his knot back from my ring before he accidentally shoved further in and tied us, and I felt a wet slop of cum drool down between my cheeks and over my taint. He was still pulsing up my tail, too.
My eyes were watering from my climax, hot cum soaked into my thighs and legs, my pants noticeably stained now. That was the furthest thing from my mind at the moment. I just stood there quietly, breathing quickly through my nose, riding the dregs of my orgasm, enjoying that naughty feeling of cum dripping down my legs and thighs. I glanced back to the reflective window and caught Derrick's eyes, both of us just grinning knowingly to each other, a tired look on both our faces.
The train came to a halt at our stop, and Derrick quickly pulled himself free, paws deftly stuffing his wet shaft away, and tugging my pants back up, fastening the button. I couldn't squeeze down fast enough to stop the sudden rush of cum drooling from me. As we exited the car, I glanced back, seeing a few other passengers glancing around, sniffing at the air to try and discern that peculiar scent.