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

My phone buzzed just before I clocked out for the evening. I had a text message from the man I only knew as MrX. We met online and over the last couple months, we had been exchanging photos, talking and getting to know each other better. We were planning to meet in person very soon. As I opened the message, my breath caught in my throat. It was going to happen!

 "Are you ready, boy? This is your first test." The message read, "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 until you reach your stop, no matter what happens. I’ll be in touch."

I messaged him back immediately, "I will be there, leaving work now."

The train station was  crowded since it was rush hour and everyone was getting off either school or work. I managed to be first in line to get on the train at 5:30, which was absolutely packed. There was a little alcove and a window at the back of the train and I inched my way over there.

I stood by the window, watching the scenery zip past. The train stopped a few times, passengers got on and got off, idle conversation buzzed over the rattle of the train on the tracks. I didn’t know what I was waiting for, exactly, but I kept my eyes glued out the window. City buildings, street lights, and overpasses turned to trees, fences, and  fields. I traced the outline of my phone in my pocket, wishing it would buzz with another message or some further instruction. I was beginning to think nothing would happen. Maybe I got on the wrong train. I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t dare turn around yet. It wouldn’t hurt to wait just a few more stops.

Just when I was beginning to lose my resolve, the train jolted and I felt a warm body lean against my back. I stiffened and my heart started racing. A hint of a beard tickled my ear, and a warm voice whispered, "So here we are, boy. Nod or say ‘yes’ if you can hear me. Remember, don’t turn around." I dipped my head once, acknowledging him. "That’s good." he murmured, slipping his arms around me. I heard him take a deep breath and blow it back out with a sigh. "Damn, you smell so good, I want to touch you, boy. Will you let me? What are you at right now, 1 to 10?"

He was asking about the scale that we had developed for rating our comfort level during a possible scene. A 10 would be a green light to continue, 6 to 9 would be slow down, and anything below 5 would be a stop and discuss.
"I’m a nine, sir…" I answered just loudly enough for him to hear me, adding cheekily under my breath, "…and a 15 on the scale of how turned on I am right now."

I could hear the grin in his voice as he drawled, "Is that right, boy? Why, I think I’d better make sure you’re not lying to me." His rough, calloused hand slipped up under my loose white t-shirt and lightly stroked my abs. He rubbed my tummy in steady, circular motions, making his way up my lightly furred chest until he brushed my nipple. I stifled a gasp and shivered. I leaned back against him, savouring the contact. Then, both of his hands were under my shirt, mapping out my ticklish spots, stroking my skin, and exploring my chest.

My dick felt like it was constantly leaking. More precum formed every time he tweaked or brushed against my nipples. I could feel a damp spot seeping through my briefs and I prayed it wouldn’t show on my shorts. I wondered if anybody was watching us. His other hand left my chest and inched down my leg. He started sliding the leg of my shorts up. "Oh god…"

He had a wicked laugh. "Mmm….you’re sensitive… I think I like that." I  blushed beet red when he fingered the damp material of my briefs.

Any worries I had about what other passengers might think of us fled my mind when he cupped my full, tight balls with a warm hand, gently rolling them in his palm. I think I might have whimpered out loud, just a little bit. My knees wanted to buckle and I was unexpectedly glad that I was holding on to a handrail for support. "Six, sir, Six."

"Too much, boy?" He felt me faltering and immediately released me, hugging me from behind instead. "Thank you for telling me. In any case, we should probably take this off the train. Next stop, we’re going back to my place."