4.30 am. 19 year old scally lad Ed is woken by the alarm. Drugged with deep sleep he opens one eye and stares at the clock. Consciousness spreads through his body as a slow lewd wave. His long arm reaches out and his right hand hits the doze button. He knows can stay 15 minutes more but he will not be able to shower if he does. It will be up, into his clothes and run.
Disrupting the duvet with this movement of his arm causes a wave of warm air to float up past his face. Air that has been trapped around his body for the past five hours. Air ripe with the smell of the fuck he had before falling asleep. The smell of his young cock and balls. The smell of his stale pubic hair. The smell of his arm pits. The smell of his girlfriend's pussy.
`Fuck me -- nice smell lads' he mutters as he scratches his suddenly itchy bollocks. Without turning over he reaches behind to make contact with the body that is spooning his own. Female, warm and sinuous. He slides his hand intuitively between the smooth lower limbs and finds the moist lips of the cunt he worked on before sleeping. His long fingers extend into the folds of flesh and find a reservoir of slime -- his spunk has oozed back in the night, now trapped as free lube at the entrance to her pussy. His cock jolts and he realises it is full aching for attention on up his flat belly. He sniffs his fingers grinning at the odour and wipes them on his upper lip under his nose.
He turns and kisses her ear, his faint stubble bringing her to near awakedness. He insistently spreads her legs. He effortlessly guides his pelvis so that the leaky nozzle his nine inch uncut knob makes contact with its earlier deposit of slime. She rolls onto her back still sleeping but familiar with the delirious morning fucking he has given her each day since they met. Her legs part in welcome. She sighs. His penis pushes at her lips, the cunt resists so that his long foreskin slides back. The precum he has been leaking in his sleep moistens his way in and with one continuous move of his hips, overcoming a delicious slight resistance, he is back in to the hilt. Fucking lovely. "I am just gonna squirt so quick for you Donna" he whispers hoarsely in her ear.
The smell of her hair and the firm warm slippery grip on his shaft get him into thrusting slowly. He is fucking in his own spunk. He loves that. He reaches down and hauls her legs up towards him so that he can just drive it home.
As he drives the cock in the pussy starts to loosen slime so that it leaks down onto his ball sack. He appreciates the rude coolness of old sex slippery on his balls while he is fucking. His sack begins to tighten round the balls as they slap against her, with each thrust picking up traces of the earlier fucking. He loves a slippery pussy. He remembers the first time he fucked his brother's girlfriend when he was 15. His middle bother Kevin, 17 at the time, had multiple fucked this girl and gone off to get a takeout. Ed had gone in to their bedroom say hi. She was so fucked he was just invited to come and leave a nice big young brotherly deposit in the sex crazed girl.
He was a bit queer for fucking in other lad's spunk, especially his brother's. As he fucks, pacing himself to build as much jizz as possible, he thinks about the holiday fuck last summer in Cyprus where he was shagging a girl full of three of his mate's sperm: fucking lovely dirty bitch full of lads' spunk. His balls are churning up a big load to loosen. "Oh yeah", it's all a bit much for a spunker lad and he finds his arse has gone into automatic hump mode. Donna is now awake with the urgency of his thrusting hips -- their mutual desire to breed is overwhelming. His back arches and his stomach tightens and he drives the slab dick home for the final time. Delighted and breathless he feels his penis twitching and spurting its thick ropes of slime deep into the warm slot. His toes curl in fit boy ecstasy. His girlfriend is doped from his thrusting and the smell of his armpits. Her cunt is gripping him with helpless animal contractions. "Yeah breed me lovely Ed", she thinks. His warmth fluttering deep inside her.
He kisses her breathlessly. "I fuckin love it when you milk me darlin." Tantalisingly slowly he pulls back his hips. The cunt tries to hold him back from withdrawing. Holding the long warm still-oozing man cock. Squeezing every last sperm out of his cockslit.
He rolls over onto his back. Glimpsing the clock it is now 4.47. He slides his legs out of the bed and feet onto the floor. Grabbing yesterdays briefs he holds them to his nose. They stink of cock but they'll do one more day. He threads his feet through the leg holes and hauls them up over his sex. The fat cock stretching out the cotton pouch. He grins as he sees himself in the bathroom mirror. The cotton briefs almost transparent under the worn waistband where his fat bell is trapped. As he loses his erection the stale cotton soaks up the leaking sperm and fuck. He pulls on his uniform trousers, socks and then shoes. Sprays under his arms with deodorant and pulls on a clean shirt. He rinses his face -- no need to shave today: still too young to need that.
Finally before leaving he lets his big cock flop out of the briefs once more to take a big noisy piss through the foreskin. Without properly shaking off, he deftly tucks himself back into the briefs and zips up as he strides to the door. He pulls on a hoodie over his work shirt and picks up his crash helmet.
On the scooter to work, he thinks about how nice it is to be able to fuck quite so much as he wants to. Although, there is no such thing as too much sex - he smirks.
He leaves his scooter at the depot. Runs into the male locker room strips off the hoodie and tidies himself up. He puts on the tie from his locker and hangs up his jacket. He looks in the mirror. "Yup that'll do", a tidy lad.
Straightening the tie, he runs his hand through his thick, short cut dark hair. A quick armpit check -- all he can smell is deodorant -- fucking excellent to get away without bathing. Far better off knobbing one off instead! He slides the hand down under his waistband of his trousers and into the pouch of his briefs. He instinctively rearranges his now soft knob and bollocks comfortably in the two day old American Apparel briefs -- a Valentines present from Donna. He gives his balls a last scratch, stretches the always itchy foreskin and removes his hand. Instinctively, he puts the fingers to his nose and inhales. "Yup -- all nice and healthy"
He works for one of the railway companies as a ticket collector. He wears mid grey trousers size 30 waist. An admirer of such lads would appreciate the fantastic shapely tight young male arse that such a garment reveals as he walks away or stands beside you; while the loose drape of the thin fabric at the front makes the fat sex almost visible. Close up you can see the shape of Ed's cock stretching in his briefs, pointing downward to the right of the zipper. The slight flare of the cock head and the firm bulge of his balls on which it is resting. He wears a tailored white shirt size 15 collar, with a name tag. "Ed".
He works the trains for two four hour shifts, four trips to the airport and back. Checking tickets on a busy route. The first few trains are really busy. Then it calms down after 9.30. There is normally at least one nice woman to flirt with. Ed is a sex object for a number of people on the train, but this is normal. He doesn't notice how many people look at him and think, fuck that lad's so fit. He is a well proportioned 5 foot 11 inches tall; broad shoulders, slim hips; curves in the right places; no surplus fat -- just muscle; signs of strength in the arms, legs, and groin. Size 10 feet, long fingers and a confident walk. Clear skin and either an engaging smile, or equally attractive a faintly arrogant late adolescent male scowl. Subliminally too, the scent of sex only superficially covered with cosmetic spray, radiating from his armpits and groin as he parades up and down the train.
At break time he is talking to his mates Lee and Faisal in the staff cafe at the airport station. They are at a corner table, smoking and drinking soft drinks. Lee is a white trash lad like Ed but taller and blond. Faisal is a mixed race lad from an Asian father and European mother, very fit lanky lad with dark features. Before long --
"So you still wiv Donna then Ed?" asks Lee
"for sure mate," Ed grins. Lee and Donna were previously together and they came together in a threesome the previous Christmas which led to a change of partners. Ed had really loved fucking Donna straight after Lee had filled her with his warm spunk. Reminded him of that time with Josh's girlfriend when he was a kid. That was what got the passion really going, that knowing he was fucking in another lads cum. Maybe he was a bit queer? Whatever, Ed still remembers the feeling of sliding into Donna that first time. Then it was Lee's sperm wetting his balls as it leaked from her pussy, the smell of Lee's spunk on his fingers afterwards.
Ed starts swinging his legs open and closed subtly to work his balls as he thinks about this. He feels he knob starting to thicken in the stale briefs
"yeah -- give her one this morning did ya?" asks Ethan, winking at Lee
"course I did"
"dirty cunt" they laugh
"so anyone done a punter recently?" asks Ethan
They smirk. Although it happens rarely they have each fucked girls in the guard's lock up on the train. Normally it is with a girlfriend who does it for a companionable dare -- it's quite nice and risky, fucking your boyfriend at work. The girls are not aware that the guard lads all swap stories about these antics -- but that's lads huh. No one responds
"Well, looks like it's me then," says Faisal triumphant.
He reaches into his trouser's pocket and pulls out a skimpy rag. A girl's bikini brief. He crudely twirls it on his right forefinger and grins. "yes boys! The 9am into London. Eye contact with this woman, had to be a fuck. Had a trainee runs the tickets for me. Fucking trophy!!!" Faisal holds the pants to his face and inhales the crutch. "Fucking lush boys!!"
In a really lewd knob gesture, Faisal manipulates his sex directly through his thin uniform trousers with his left hand. Ed eyes fall on the sizable bulge now showing in the crutch of Faisal's slacks. He tosses the panties to Lee who puts them to his nose apprehensively -- it could be a joke after all. He breathes in and the scent of sex does it's job. Lee grins helplessly as he recognises the intimate scent of fuck.
"Actually hot man" he utters graphically.
"Gotta go lads" Faisal springs to his feet as a bell rings for a departing train. "enjoy!"
Lee puts the panties on the bench and shakes his head. "That is fucking dirty man. Imagine if he got caught." He swigs back and finishes his soda "I better get goin too mate" Lee gets up and Ed notices the tenting in his mates slacks.
"Maybe gross but it had a good effect on you then man?" Ed jokes pointing at his friends erection "you better get rid of that before you get on the train, I reckon"
"that is the plan mate" says Lee and with a wanker gesture and a wink he strides off to the toilet
Ed feeling quite aroused looks around and as no one is there to see he takes the panties in his right hand and holds them to his nose. Not only do they smell of ripe sex which almost breaks the front of his stale briefs, but they are cool and wet with what could be Faisal's spunk. "ah fuck - there goes my self-control" sighs Ed and striding across the table he walks to the men's room
One stall door is locked and Ed steps into the free one. Closing the door behind him, he mutters "that you Lee?"
Lee sniffs and coughs "yer mate"
"you dealin wiv it are ya?
"got to knock one out mate, those panties got to me"
"fuckin right mate. Me too." Ed leans back against the cubicle wall and plays with his cock through his trousers as he sniffs the panties crutch. His hand unzips the fly and his thumb hooks over the waistband of the briefs. His donkey cock springs out standing erect, pulsing and leaking with hormonal sex.
Ed loves wanking - course fucking is great, but a really good dirty wank is pretty unbeatable leisure.
"you got them there mate?" Lee's voice breaks his reverie with tense sexual excitement
"yes mate . . . . . you know what's bad ??? I think I probly got my nose in Faisal's fucking spunk tracks"
"yeah, they did smell propa man. Give us another sniff"
Ed inhales deeply on the crutch and tosses it over the partition. After a moment he hears the unmistakable rhythm of hand working foreskin; balls slapping against strong young legs. He pictures Lee wanking himself. He feels the overwhelming need to squirt again. The cubicle stinks of his stale body -- the deodorant now overwhelmed by his musk. The smell from his stale briefs and unwashed sex filling the tight space. The sound of a door unlocking and opening
"Fucking let me in man"
Ed slides the bolt and Lee slides in. His trousers are open but not dropped. The waistband of his checked gap boxers is under his young bollocks. He is wanking his big uncut white trash cock and snorting the panties. Ed quick locks the door behind him and they stand opposite each other. Lee snorts the fucked crutch patch and then sticks it under Ed's nose. Without communication both lads unbutton their shirts knowing what will come. They undo their waist bands and allow their slacks to fall. Ed admires his friends fit hairy soccer player legs. His head is back in their shared fuck. He is hopelessly turned on.
The two lads start chatting each other on -- short, sex-urgent phrases.
"remember when we both fucked Donna at Christmas?" asks Lee
"fuckin right man, that was so hot" Ed can't believe it could be a shared wank fantasy, maybe like soccer player mixed sex fucking.
"just like doing it again man. Getting off on the same cunt'
"yeah" -- Ed tried not to think about his mate Faisal's sperm on `em
"and even our good mate Faisal's spunk on `em I reckon man" says Lee stuffing the cotton back under his mate's nose like he is offering a crude hit of poppers.
Ed feels the wet slime from Faisal's cock on his nostril. He is looking at Lee's thick dirty blond bush and wondering how good it smells. He sees the wide piss slit stretched as his friend exercises his sex. His hips thrust and he is squirting a huge wad of cum. He squirts his spunk straight at Lee, long heavy jets of man fuck, thick ropes of it drenching his mate's hairy flat belly and slowly running down into the blond pubes. On getting hit with the third squirt, Lee nuts off thrusting forward towards Ed and lets his own wad go.
Two lads are painted with each other's jizz. Ed cannot believe he spunked that hard just wanking off. Lee tosses the briefs in the toilet. Then he unrolls a few meters of toilet paper and hands it to Ed. "Fucking dirty what? Haven't done that wiv a mate since I was about 16. . . ."
Ed watches as Lee carefully wipes up all the cum off his stomach chest and legs.
"What a dirty pair of fucking tossers man???" Lee whispers conspiratorially.
Lee tosses the soaked paper onto the briefs in the toilet bowl. He takes another metre of paper and carefully wipes his balls and then the long thread of cum of his still thick dripping cock. He then skins the fat knob back and dries under the skin. Then he hauls up the Gap boxers and tucks himself into his trousers and zips up.
Ed surreptitiously takes in all this detail. He never saw all this in when they were with Donna. He is fascinated by how the other lad handles his big knob. Ed starts to wipe Lee's cum off his chest and then he turns his back to Lee and without wiping his belly, bush, balls or cock he hauls back up his American Apparel briefs, and then his uniform trousers. Zipping them and fixing the belt. No-one has come into the men's room so they step out and go to the hand basins to wash down their arm pits and hands before standing at the hot air blower.
"Gotta go mate, no telling eh? Just a wank -- so we ain't lovers alright?"
Lee strides out into the cafe. Ed finishes straightening up and checking his clothes for any sign of the torrid action he has just been through. With the exception of his underwear everything is pretty OK on the surface. He even smells clean from the hand soap body-wash. By the time he walks into the cafe there is no sign of Lee. Out on the platform he sees Lee getting onto a train that is ready to leave.
Lee nods a greeting as the train pulls away.
Ed waits for the next service and gets on with his day. He is soon back in his routine. Checking tickets. Checking the women as though a reflex action. Donna calls him as he is finishing his shift. She asks when will he be back, she is keen to carry on from this morning. Ed feels his cock stirring and his hand slips automatically down into his bulging briefs. Very itchy indeed boys. Yes it will be nice to get home and have an afternoon shag.