For the last couple of months, Jaime hadn't been able to stop thinking about cock.

And he couldn't help but regret his decision. Sure, switching to the graveyard shift had meant he'd be making more money and have more time during the day to paint, but he hadn't realized that this new graveyard shift schedule didn't mesh with any of his fuck buddies. And his mouth and ass had been frustratingly empty due to his lack of foresight.

He'd managed to set up a handful of late-night blow 'n go's, hurriedly sucking off cocks in the back seats of dark cars. These gave him a little bit of a fix, but despite the thrill of potentially being discovered, these meetups were always too rushed to be truly satisfying. And the men had been too eager to get back to their normal, straight passing lives to offer any kind of affection or real connection.

He'd even had a hard time catching up with his sexy butch roommate, Angela. Although they both leaned towards the same sex, they had no problems helping each other out in a dry spell. Any port in a storm.

On several occasions, the tall redhead had strapped on a fake cock and fucked his mouth and ass into nirvana. And he'd been just as eager to worship her cunt, making her squirt and gush until she'd have to pry his mouth from her sensitive snatch.

Any hot, eager, sweaty, dripping port in a storm.

But she was in classes most nights after work and they'd only seen each other in passing, without much time for more than a couple of quickies.

He found himself staring harder than usual at the crotches of cute guys on the street and had to look away more than once when the object of his lust caught him looking.

He'd always sworn off those dating sites and social hookup apps, preferring to look a man in the eyes, feel his skin, hear his voice, before deciding to hook up. It may have been an artist thing, but he liked the thrill of in-person interactions.

But desperate times call for desperate measures. He downloaded Cockr. All of the gay and queer guys he knew were all on it. So, fuck it.

He registered, uploaded a cute selfie-one that showed off his blue eyes and bright pink hair and typed out a quick bio.

"Slim twink artist/painter looking for beautiful cock to suck. Slightly femme, panty wearing punk. Mid twenties, deepthroat specialist that loves giving head and swallowing cum. Open to more, if we're both into it."

After providing his basic information he got to the screen to select a username.

Without hesitation, his fingers flew over the keypad: Needtosuckcock.

'Subtlety, you are not my mistress tonight...'

Hopefully, that'd be straightforward enough to cut down on any unnecessary chit chat.

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Meanwhile, Dante was on the opposite end of the same frustration. He'd broken up with his boyfriend three months ago and missed the feeling of warm lips on his nine inches.

Early mornings were the worst. Over the course of their two year relationship, Erik had woken him up most mornings with a sensual blowjob. He'd slowly reenter the land of the awake, his eyes slowly opening and adjusting to the morning sun, only to look down to find an adorable redhead lovingly nursing on his cock.

As much as he'd loved fucking Erik's tight ass, it was his oral skills that had been truly magical. Enough to make Dante overlook his gold digger tendencies for far longer than he should have.

But now he was single and done with asshole men. He knew he was a good catch. He'd just turned thirty, kept himself fit and had a great job. And according to everyone who'd ever seen it, he had a "big, beautiful, black cock." Nine thick inches with a big plum head that could stay hard for hours. He was 100% grade a quality top. And wanted his next relationship to be something meaningful.

But this newfound selectiveness meant that he often found himself daydreaming about those heavenly blowjobs on the early morning train commute to his engineering job in Silicon Valley.

It had been over two months since he'd gotten off with anything other than his right hand. And while he'd always preferred to meet guys in person, desperate times require desperate measures. After all, he was a software engineer. There was no reason why he shouldn't take advantage of the technology. He played around with a few of the popular social dating apps and found that Cockr seemed to fit his needs the best. Hundreds of horny men looking to get laid? It couldn't be that hard to find a wet, eager throat.

The app really wasn't that different from the ones he developed at work. It scanned for people near your location that fit your criteria and matched the profiles together. Of course, this hookup app was getting people together for completely different types of adventures than the ones his company promoted.

Just like Jaime, Dante eschewed all pretext as he signed up for the app and chose his username.

"9inchthroatpleaser."

Most of Dante's work team was in the Europe office so he was on the train early to prepare for 7 am meetings. The loss of his morning blowjob provider meant that he was usually super horny during these early rides and he would scroll aimlessly through guys' profiles on during his commute.

Since the app was location-based he'd gotten used to seeing the reams of men that popped up around him as he made the daily hour and a half journey.

The sexy profile he was checking out would be 100 feet away one second then 500 feet away the next, only to be a mile away by the time to train actually stopped at the next station. After only a couple of days of looking he began to get frustrated. It's like he was in a candy store but all he could do was look as all the sweets flew past him.

One day he noticed a profile that didn't move as the train went from stop to stop. This one stayed a constant 150 feet away no matter where they were. This guy was actually on the train with him!

And with a username like "Needtosuckcock," Dante was definitely curious. As he read through the profile, Dante realized that this could be what he was looking for. He clicked on the profile and sent him a message.

"Hey there, looks like we're on opposite ends of the same problem. Interested in seeing if we can help each other out?"

He included a couple of photos. One was a close up of his lubed up cock. His thick, dark stalk glistening with the camera's flash.

The other was a torso shot that showed his well-defined abs and chiseled pecs. He may have been a computer geek, but he was a geek with a lifetime Twenty-Four-Hour Fitness membership and a daily workout regiment.

He hit send and sat back in his seat.

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As fate would have it, Jaime was on the same early morning train. He was heading home from his night shift and was frustrated with the app too as he scrolled, just a few cars ahead of Dante.

In the week he'd had the app he'd started a few conversations with cute guys, some of whom turned out to be bots, others flakes and some just straight-up assholes. And a surprising amount of guys wanted him to fuck them. As if everything about him didn't scream Raging, horny, bottom!

'What the fuck!! Why is it so hard to find a nice cock to fill my mouth?'

He was ready to close the app and put on some music when the message popped up. The pictures and text made him smile from ear to ear. He quickly typed out a response.

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Dante didn't actually expect an immediate response so he was surprised when his phone buzzed a few seconds after he'd hit send.

"Hi yourself. Thanks for the photos! You're really fucking hot! I'd definitely love to help out a sexy man like yourself! Just say when!"

He'd ended the message with an eggplant emoji, a pair of wet lips and a winking devil. He'd also included a couple of photos.

While there was still something special about i- person meetups and dating, Dante loved how men on these apps just got right to the point. And Needtosuck did not disappoint.

The first photo was a close up of a cute little bubble butt in pink lace panties. The boy was bent over and held his asscheeks open with one hand. Dante licked his lips at the lewd image.

The next photo showed what was happening on the other end. The face was turned away from the camera enough to not be identifiable but Dante could see the mop of pink hair and the lips engulfing what appeared to be a pretty large cock. Dante could see the boy's throat bulging as he swallowed and immediately wanted to recreate the picture. He said as much in his follow up message.

"Damn! Your photos are hot too! I could see us having some fun like that." He hit send, then thought for a minute. "You're on the train, right?"

The reply came almost instantly.

"Thank you, daddy! I love big things in my mouth. Yes, I'm on the train heading home. But I'd love something long and hard to keep me occupied for the rest of the trip. Any ideas?" The message ended with a winking smiley face.

Dante had to take a minute to assess the situation. It wasn't even 7 am yet. He was on a public train on his way to work. He was the only one in his car, and the rest of the train was mostly empty. But still. Someone could walk in at any moment. And he was sure they had cameras on these trains.

But while he was going through the possibilities, the hard cock straining against his slacks made the decision for him.

'Fuck it,' he thought as he typed a response with one hand and rubbed the other over the front of his pants.

"I definitely have something that could keep you busy..." He snapped a picture of the large bulge tenting his pants like a mountain that had sprung up in his khakis.

"I'm in the last car. Cum and get it."

Jaime was so hot after just this brief exchange. His mouth was already watering at the thought of making oral love to the impressive appendage. He typed a quick reply.

"Yes, Daddy! Be right there!"

It was only then that he really thought about the fact that he was really going to suck off a stranger on the train. He even still had on his work uniform! He sent a followup message.

"I'm just getting off work so I'm sorry I'm not cute for you, Daddy."

"Don't worry, boy. Just bring that mouth down here and get to business!"

'Fuck it,' he thought, unbuttoning the security uniform's top three buttons, rolling up his sleeves and running a hand through his hair. He was just going to suck cock, not compete in a beauty pageant. He was a couple of cars from the front of the train and made his way back through the mostly empty cars to the back.

The door to the last train car opened and both men smiled when they saw each other.

Even though the boy was wearing a black security guard uniform, he could still make out his slim form and slightly feminine mannerisms.

Jaime could see Dante's muscular frame through the cream-colored dress shirt. He looked so professional and sexy in his tie, glasses and close shaved haircut. He could see his muscle definition under the dress shirt and images of a black Clarke Kent ran through Jaime's mind.

Jaime settled down in the seat beside Dante and smiled shyly. He looked up at the handsome black man then down at his crotch and the large bulge there. His smile broadened.

"Hi," he giggled.

Dante smiled back at the cute boy next to him, liking his slim, effeminate face and tousled, bright pink hair.

"Hello, nice hair." Dante moved his hand over to Jaime's shoulder and rubbed. Jaime moved his hand to Dante's stiff member and squeezed.

"Nice cock! May I?"

He shifted slightly in his seat before unzipping Dante's pants and slipping his hand inside. He wrapped his hand around the throbbing love muscle and pulled the majestic tool out into the open. Jaime's mouth watered as he stroked the nine-inch beauty.

It was rock hard and pulsing in his hand. Deep brown with small veins running up the length. The head was big and slightly thicker than the rest of the cock with a small clear bead of precum forming at the tip.

Jaime licked his lips and got to work. He started his worship at the base, licking around the pubic hair and dipping his tongue down to his balls, inhaling his scent of soap and musk. The smell made his own cock jump in his panties.

Like a good little cockslave, he tongued up and down the sides, coating it with saliva and spit until it glistened. After he'd bathed the shaft he kissed his way to Dante's bulbous cockhead. The pearl of precum had grown into a little pool.

Jaime slowly stroked Dante's cock, milking out more of the enticing liquid. Just as it was about to drip down the side he wrapped his lips around the cockhead and sucked the salty drop into his eager mouth, moaning at the taste.

Dante loved that feeling. His head dropped back against the headrest and he exhaled as he felt the sensation he'd been missing for months.

Jaime continued to milk the head of the glorious cock and snack on the delicious precum.

He loved the way the big, spongy head filled his mouth causing his saliva to flow and lubricate his throat for the job ahead.

Taking a deep breath but not releasing the cockhead from his mouth Jaime slowly started his descent along the long stalk. He was determined to swallow all of Dante's heft but knew he'd have to start slow to get his mouth and throat used to the invader.

Jaime worked slowly on the big piece of meat. He opened his mouth, relaxed his throat and pushed down another couple of inches. Saliva dripped out of his mouth onto the shaft, making it easier for him to plow down.

After relaxing, pushing and swallowing three more times Jaime felt the rough curly pubic hairs brushing his lips. His journey was complete.

Dante watched the talented cocksucker work his magic. He didn't push his head or offer any encouragement to start, wanting to see if the boy could handle the whole thing on his own. Many had tried to throat him but not many had succeeded.

Dante knew from experience that every bottom said they wanted a Big Black Cock. But not every bottom knew what to do with one. He wanted to test the boy's skills before he exerted any pressure. He groaned in satisfaction as he felt the lips touch his groin. Unconsciously his hand went to the back of Jaime's head and pushed down, driving his cock another inch into Jaime's accepting throat. This boy was good. Maybe even as good as Erik.

Jaime loved the feeling of the cock slipping further inside and relaxed his muscles to accept the skewering he'd been so hungry for. With his lips pressed against Dante's crotch in an obscene kiss, he pressed himself down further, like he was literally trying to swallow the cock whole.

Dante kept one hand on the boy's head while Jaime swallowed, the contracting muscles massaged the meat in his throat. Dante gasped and grabbed onto the seat in front of him, balling his fist up.

That was just the reaction Jaime was hoping for as he finally withdrew the black snake from his throat. He loved the sounds of pleasuring a lover.

He lifted his head enough to suck air through the sides of his mouth before slowly descending, moaning to himself as the tasty cock tickled his taste buds. While he loved being of service and thoroughly enjoyed knowing he drove his partners wild, the truth was that Jaime loved giving oral pleasure just as much, probably more, than the people who's cocks he sucked.

He loved the way cock massaged his throat and the lightheaded, almost giddy feeling he got when he was deprived of air. He loved feeling the thick spit drooling from his mouth as he swallowed a nice cock. At his most dirty, he knew that he really was a blowjob slut and a willing cum-hole and couldn't get enough of the sensations. He'd suck cock all day if he could.

Above him, Dante was more than willing to put that feeling to the test as the sexy twink sensually swallowed him. This was hands down the best head he'd had in recent memory and he was in no hurry to end it. Low rhythmic slurping and the occasional muffled moan mingled with the rumble of the train. Dante sat back in the seat and looked out the window blissfully as the cocksucker in his lap fulfilled his purpose.

Jaime was still busy stuffing his face and loved the way his throat stretched and opened around Dante's cock. It was the perfect size for sucking. Not so freakishly huge that he couldn't get it into his mouth but definitely big enough to give his throat a good stretching and dredge up the thick spit that lubricated his passage as he pistoned up and down.

When his throat was properly warmed up Jaime got into a regular rhythm. He swallowed about three-quarters of the dick before bringing himself back up to the tip, catching his breath but never fully releasing the treat from his mouth. He'd leisurely fuck his face with the big dick a few times, allowing saliva to coat his throat, before pressing down and swallowing the entire thing. His deep moans of satisfaction caused Dante to throb and jump in his mouth, heightening their mutual lust.

He knew they were on a public train but didn't give a damn. He hadn't had a dick this good in a long time and wanted to savor it as much as possible.

Dante ran his hands affectionately through the boy's hair and began to rock his hips up and down in time with his sucking. He sighed as his appendage was orally caressed and looked out the window at the passing landscape as he was serviced. They'd been going at it for almost twenty minutes and they were getting close to his stop. But he wasn't ready for this to end yet. He wanted to fuck that pretty mouth forever!

Jaime was at peace in the world but he also knew that the end was imminent. He could taste the increased flow of precum as it pooled on his tongue and knew his new lover had to get off at some point. Get off the train, specifically. So Jaime knew he'd have to get him off too.

Dante was edging closer to the finish and pumping his hips at a faster pace. He grabbed the back of Jaime's head as his thrusting became more erratic.

Jaime knew what was coming and relaxed his body into the facefucking. He shortened his strokes and made quicker trips up and down the throbbing cock, moaning as the head swelled in his mouth.

Then Dante was cumming, and Jaime's mouth filled with nectar. He groaned at the taste as the dick jumped in his mouth and released stream after stream of salty-sweet creme.

Dante sucked in a sharp breath and shoved his crotch into the boy's face, lifting his hips off the seat. There'd be no hiding this obscene copulation if anyone came through the train's doors right then and neither of them could care less.

Eventually, the massive load slowed to a trickle and Dante unconsciously moved his hand down the boy's back to cup his pert ass cheek. Jaime moaned and pushed his ass back against the hand while he lovingly licked the remaining cum and spit from the perfect cock.

They were almost at Dante's stop when Jaime lifted his head from his crotch and they both looked down at his slightly deflated member. Dante wasn't surprised by the large dark stain covering the front of his slacks. But he knew there was no way he could dry them before getting to the office.

"Shit," he said and Jaime looked down, understanding his dilemma. But in a second Dante smiled and looked at his cocksucker.

"I can't go into work like this. I think I'm going to have to call in sick," He mused as he took out his cell phone and texted his office.

Jaime had bent back down and was cradling the cockhead between his lips again, not ready for their encounter to be over.

"How about we head back to my place?" he proposed as one of Dante's hands snaked into his thong panties.

"I'm only a few more stops and I can take the whole day worshipping you properly," he said, as Dante's finger tapped against his hole.

Jaime groaned as Dante's finger slipped inside his ass while the other hand returned to the back of his head, pushing him back down onto his new favorite plaything.

Neither of them could wait to get back to Jaime's house. But they were both definitely going to enjoy the ride!