[M4M] Image-ination challenge - kfutaba [Mdom perspective]

My desk had papers scattered across it and a pile of reports I was supposed to read, but I was just sitting there with my phone in my hand, looking out the window.

It was about time we did this. I'd met my boy online a few months ago and we became close very quickly. We spent many late nights video-chatting over Skype, sending each other photos and exchanging texts during the day. We lived in the same area and we had been building up to meeting in person for the last couple weeks but I had the distinct feeling my boy would be too shy to make the first move.

I composed a quick text message. “Are you ready, boy? This is your first test. Wear your white t-shirt and the blue shorts I bought you. Get on the 5:30pm red line train at your regular stop. Board the last car and go to the back of the car, looking out the back door. Look outside the train and do not turn around, no matter what happens. I’ll be in touch.” My finger hesitated over the send button a moment before tapping it decisively and putting the phone facedown on the desk. There, the ball was in his court now.

I turned back to my desk and picked up a file to read. I flipped through the pages absently, but my mind wasn't in it. I checked my phone. It had been a whole 1.5 minutes since I'd sent the text. Would he want to meet up? Was I reading him wrong? I nearly dropped the phone when it vibrated with a new message. “I will be there, leaving work now.”

Grinning ear to ear, I sent a hasty email to my assistant, letting her know I'd be leaving early today and set off to the train station. I checked the train schedule several times, and then checked it again to be sure. When the right train arrived, I was waiting at the end of the platform and I caught a glimpse of a slim figure at the back of the train, wearing a white t-shirt and blue shorts.

I boarded the train and found a handhold a little ways back from my boy. The train lurched to a start and I just admired the view for awhile. He was a little taller than I thought he would be from his pictures. I could see his muscles flexing under his thin T-shirt as he swayed gently with the movement of the train, holding onto the handrail support. As directed, he was looking out the window with an unwavering stare.

I moved closer behind him and the next time the train jerked, I leaned against him. He stiffened but didn't stop looking out the window. I bent my head to whisper in his ear, "So here we are, boy. Nod or say ‘yes’ if you can hear me. Remember, don’t turn around yet." He nodded once, firmly. Confident now that I had the right person, I put my arm around his waist and pulled him closer. "That's good," I murmured. I took a deep breath, drinking in his scent. "Damn, you smell so good, I want to touch you, boy. Will you let me? What are you at right now, 1 to 10?”

We had established our safeword scale before, if we should ever meet up. “I’m a nine, sir…” he husked out, just a loud enough for me to hear. I nearly missed the next bit as he whispered, “…and a 15 on the scale of how turned on I am right now.”

I stifled a grin. Just like in our chats, he was a bit of a smartass. I drawled, “Is that right, boy? Why, I think I’d better make sure you’re not lying to me.” I slipped my hand up under his T-shirt and lightly stroked his abs with my fingertips. I rubbed his tummy in steady, circular motions with the palm of my hand, gradually widening my range. My fingers made their way up his lightly furred chest until I brushed a nipple. His whole body jerked and he shivered most deliciously. I took that to mean I should continue teasing.

Both of my hands went under his shirt, skimming along his ribs, tracing the contours of his side, noting his ticklish spots, and exploring his torso.  One of my questing hands returned to his erect nipple to play with while my other hand left his chest and inched down his leg. I started sliding the leg of his shorts up. “Oh god…"  he gasped. His fingers flexed on the handrail but he didn't make any move to stop me.

I laughed softly and teased, ”Mmm….you’re sensitive… I think I like that.“ I could see the tips of his ears turning bright red as his breathing quickened. Under his shorts, I cupped his crotch and felt a damp spot on his briefs. He was definitely enjoying this. I worked my hand inside and cupped his tight balls, gently rolling them in the palm of my hand.

He let out an involuntary noise that was a cross between a groan and a whimper. His grip on the handrail tightened and his knuckles turned white. ”Six, sir, Six.“ His voice was raspy with arousal.

”Too much, boy?“ I could feel him shaking like a leaf and he seemed like he might drop. I would have liked to continue, but I had other plans for him that didn't involve blowing a load on the train. Reluctantly, I released him, settling for hugging him from behind instead. "Thank you for telling me." I planted a kiss on his shoulder. "In any case, we should probably take this off the train. Next stop, we’re going back to my place.”