A Matter of Perspective

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Again, Luke had to change his week-end plans to go fix some issues with his tenants. His investment decision was starting to wear on him big time. Invest in a flat they said, rent it they said, and you will become rich in a few years. The worst part? Luke invested in a faraway town, because the return on investment was supposedly better. But now after 6 months of renting the flat it was the 5th week-end he had to change his plans last minute to go there settle some problems.

First it was for an issue with the A. C.. Once it was for an issue with the fridge. And now the worst, it was for a water leak from the above neighbor. He had chosen not to have an agency dealing with these things on his behalf -- too expensive. And every time this happened, he thus had to go solve things by himself, which took him a week-end because the flat was far away. So, Luke was doing the journey again, a bit disappointed with himself. At least, trying to see positives, he was going there by train so he now had plenty of time to read a book -- and to reflect on his unlucky investment decisions.

So here was Luke, seated in this train. Looking through the window, he figured he could trick his brain in thinking the train was still and it was the landscape itself that was actually speeding backwards. All is a matter of perspective, he thought to himself. Colors were fainting as the last lights of the day were disappearing in the distance, the planet continuing its dance in the cosmos, oblivious to Luke's problems. Focusing his gaze on the window, Luke looked at his own reflection. He was still pleased with what he looked like.

In his early thirties, Luke was still taking care of his health, exercising regularly and eating healthy, a good habit he kept from his teen years, when he was on the verge of becoming a pro football player. When faced with the tough choice of starting a pro career or becoming an Engineer, Luke had chosen the latter. But he still kept doing a lot of sports, which was paying off. At around 1m85, Luke had a strong build and bulging muscles. With his strong legs he was very much still athletic, walking around like a cheetah, ready to pounce on its prey. He knew he usually got some looks, from both men and women, people eyeing his physique with envy and sometimes lust.

Dimmed down by the window's reflection, he could see two blue marbles looking back at him. He also won a bit the genetic lottery in this regard. His face was not extremely pretty but it was masculine, simple. His hair was a bit hazelnut, hirsute, but trimmed down. This face simplicity made his deep blue eyes stand out even more, like a grand master's love touch on a work of art. All his exes were crazy of that feature of him.

It had been 3 months he had broken up with Juliette. She was quite fun as a girlfriend but Luke had realized after 1 year of relationship that she was not was he was looking for. She was too much into parties, not enough into sports, and even though she was sexy, Luke broke up with her as he felt she was not wife material. But sexy she was indeed. With her thin waste, her big ass, her medium sized but perfectly firm tits - plentiful for a hand to seize - her green eyes and her killer smile. She always did this thing when she was horny that was driving him crazy, biting her lower lip and sometimes caressing her ass. That was usually the sign of a good fuck session.

She was horny most of the time, so this happened at various locations: everywhere in their flat of course, but sometimes during hikes in the woods, and even once in the street -- they hid in an alley and Luke proceeded to pound her against the wall for quite a while until they both explosively came. Only when finished they realized a guy at his balcony had been beating off his meat to their mating. He even shouted "Thanks for the show!". Post climax, they both felt really ashamed of this, but after some time realized it was hot: they did like being watched during the act.

He did miss their sex sessions; it was the best part of the relationship. He knew if he sent her a text, she would probably agree meeting him on the spot. But he really wanted to move past their relationship and find himself a new girl. But it had now been 3 months without sex. Was he really making the right choice here? Maybe he could still fuck her around while looking for another mate. If he made it clear to her this was just a sex relationship, it would maybe be ok?

He would then still enjoy the feeling of her velvet vagina wrapping his tool. He would bend her over his couch, remove her skirt, make her beg for being fucked, like they both used to play, proceed to gently slap her perfect ass, spread the tiny piece of black lingerie she liked to wear -- his favorite, dentelle had weirdly the power to make him even more excited -- and lick her wet pussy before fingering her. He usually managed to make her come just with his fingers.

This was also a nice part of their sex relationship, she had orgasms easily, he just needed a little work to fulfill her sexual needs. And his at the same time. He usually then took her directly over the couch's arm from behind. It was one of their favorite spots in the flat, giving him a good view of her curvy ass, a nice angle to penetrate her, while allowing her to feel a bit slutty, which seemed to excite her even more.

He would move to the side the dentelle string she wore almost every day, tease her wet hole entrance with his glans and make her beg to be fucked with her best slutty voice. When he had his content of begging, he obliged and deeply filled her with his erection, usually bottoming out in a single stroke, often causing a trembling orgasm on her part.

He loved it when she came just from his penetration, squeezing hard his cock while cumming. He then would pound her good, his balls lovingly tapping her smooth legs at every stroke. In this position it only took him a few minutes to get to orgasm, and when it arrived, he remembered the countless times he

"Can I seat here?" Luke was drawn out from his thoughts by a deep masculine voice. "The A. C. is down in my wagon and I can't stand it anymore". The seat next to him was empty so Luke replied "Sure no problem". The guy moved to take the seat.

That's when Luke realized his wandering thoughts had given him a massive boner, which was very visible in his chino pants. Quickly, he adjusted over it the book he had in his hands -- but that he did not bother opening to read yet -- to try masking the obscene bulge that was hard to miss. He had to add his hands in his best effort to try covering it. Luke was really endowed, and it did show. He started to blush at the situation and tried to escape from it by looking back through the window. He quickly glanced in the reflection to the newly seated, and saw him looking at his phone, seemingly unaware of Luke's embarrassment.

"You know, I could help you with that" the stranger said. "Excuse me?" answered Luke. "It seems you have a big problem, I could not help but notice" the guy replied in a normal conversation tone, as if they were discussing the weather. The blood that had just left Luke's cheeks made a quick return, as he understood what his seat companion was implying. "Uh... thanks but... I am not really on this team" he managed to answer, while stumbling on his words, which was quite unusual for him. "Sure, just wanted to help out, let me know if you change your mind" answered the guy.

Unable to leave the seat and escape this awkward and surreal situation as he still had his massive boner -- that would be hard to hide while walking to find another seat -- Luke felt a bit trapped. The stranger was looking back at his phone, seemingly unaffected by the weird exchange they just had. Luke actually took the time to look at him. He seemed also in his early thirties, in good shape, with a nicely tanned skin. He had a defined jaw, seemed to stand at 1m90, and had a smart look on his face. He seemed to have a lot of muscles under his loose t-shirt and pants, that visually looked quite filled.

If the word manly was embodied it would be by this guy. Luke had always been curious about man-on-man action. He never sought out for it, never had a chance, but always thought that if he had the opportunity he would maybe try. His massive erection was still there in his pants, not subsiding the slightest. There were other people in the wagon but as he and the stranger were seated on the last row, they were quite hidden. On the left, the massive frame from the guy was also obstructing the view. Probably, if he took his cock out, he could get jerked off -- which seems to be what the stranger offered - unbothered. The prospect seemed to make his cock even harder.

With a pounding heart, Luke managed to blurt out "Actually... uh... I think I could need some help... ". "Hoped you would change your mind!" answered the stranger, turning his head to Luke, smiling with all his white teeth and looking deep into his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, his right hand came to gently rest on Luke's thick thigh. Shivering from the contact, Luke felt his heart rate quicken, and his body temperature starting to rise.

The hand from the stranger started to caress his leg, moving from his thigh to his inner thigh, raising back to the thigh again, until only a finger trailed his skin over the chino. The finger gently made his way to the massive bulge that Luke had now left uncovered from his hands and book. "Quite a tool you have there" the guy whispered as his index slowly travelled from the tip to the root and back to the tip. Luke spread his legs and re-seated himself to give the guy an even better view and access to his groin. Luke quickly glanced around and saw that nobody seemed to realize what was happening, making him more relaxed about the unfolding situation.

The stranger got bolder, used his two hands to unbuckle Luke's belt, unbutton his chino, and carefully slid one hand inside his pants but over the boxer. He then started to caress his cock all over the length, seizing its massive girth and gently squeezing while jerking him. Luke's silk boxer was making the sensation all the more enjoyable, with the fabric brushing the underside of his glans -- one of his most sensitive spots - at every stroke of the man's hand. This pulled a soft moan out of him.

It had been a long time Luke had not been that excited. The situation was crazy, the location making it even hotter to him. The guy leaned forward and whispered in his ear "I have never felt such a thick cock, I love it. You want me to continue and take it out?" "Yes" answered back Luke.

The guy slid a hand in his boxer, brushing the trimmed pubes from Luke, fondling a bit his giant balls, and seized the cock near his tip. Battling a bit to pull out the monster from the pants' depths, the guy finally managed to make it emerge. It was massive, truly a sight to behold.

The cock was perfect. Slightly bent, really thick, with an even thicker glans that was well-proportioned to match the unbelievable sheer size of the colossal cock. Some nice veins were both giving it a powerful look and a nice texture under the touch as well. The stranger could not believe his luck. The cock was uncut and the foreskin was sexily wrapped around the bottom of the glans, leaving a clear view of the precum that was shining at the python's mouth slit. The stranger judged it at a good 20cm, standing proud and thick in his hand, clearly the most beautiful cock he had ever played with. Luke could not believe his luck either.

The guy started to jerk him, sending jolts of pleasures in his body. "I can't suck you here and the train will soon arrive at my stop so we don't have time to go to the toilets, but I can tell you all the dirty things I will do with your cock if our paths cross again. Would you like that?" asked the guy while starting to get a good pace jerking Luke's member. "God yes please" answered Luke, while using his hands to pull down a bit both his chino and boxer, leaving an undisputed view of his massive endowment. The stranger took in the view of Luke's huge balls that looked virile and fertile, the perfect companions for this meat. He used his left hand to cup and caress them, while his right hand was gaining pace on Luke's cock, extracting another soft moan from him.

He approached Luke's ear and said "A cock like this deserves to be worshipped, I want to wake up every morning with it down my throat". With his experts hands the guy was playing Luke's body like an instrument. "I would hungrily slurp the cum out of it, lubricating it so you can then use me like a cheap whore". Luke had never heard such dirty talk before and it really had an effect on him. "I'd let you use my hole as a fleshlight, your cock sliding in and out of me night and day".

Already pent-up before the encounter with the stranger, the action was quickly getting him to an orgasm. "You would use your muscled body to take me with my legs bent over, my knees near my head, my body folded in two, crushed under your weight. You would not believe how tight my hole would be and you would loose your mind pistoning your massive cock in and out of me. And I'd let you kiss me while fucking me hard in this position, trapping my own huge cock between our two sweaty bodies". To his surprise the thought of kissing the guy during the act got him even hotter. At the mention of the stranger's own cock, Luke had a look and saw an equivalently massive bulge in the stranger's jean.

Guided by instinct, he let his own left hand find the guy's cock and started wanking him through the jeans. He was really getting close. "I never let anyone cum in my ass but for a cock like yours I'd be happily take loads after loads every day, letting your warm seed paint my insides, letting your cum there as as lubricant so you can fuck me again as soon as you are errect again". That brought him to the edge.

Luke had never really thought about fucking a guy, and here he was with a vivid image of his cock disappearing in this guy's ass, both pleasuring themselves to new heights. Luke warned the guy "urgh I'm gonna cum". The guy quickened his pace, sensed his cock swell even bigger from the upcoming release, and to Luke's surprise, despite the risk of being caught by no longer obstructing the view, the guy dived onto his pole and took the massive glans in his mouth. Luke's huge balls tightened, and fighting to not let a big moan escape his mouth, Luke unloaded in the guy's mouth. He came for what like felt an eternity, lost in his orgasm, sending ropes after ropes of cum in the guy's throat, who gulped them down as fast they were shooting out from the cock.

"Thanks" just said Luke, coming down from his bliss. "The pleasure his mine" just said the stranger with a big grin after wiping his mouth, as if they were merely talking about handing over the salt at a diner. "Uh... I see you have not finished, I uh, have no experience but do you... do you also want some help?" said Luke, still uneasy despite the action that just occurred. "I would have really loved to but I see we are arriving at my stop. Cover up as I am going to stand up and leave". Luke looked at his deflating -- but still massive cock -- and pulled up his pants and boxer.

The train was stopping at a station. The guy started to get up, using his sweat shirt to cover is still present bulge, and handed him over a business card he took from his pocket. He looked at Luke, smiled and said "I'm James by the way", and proceeded to leave the wagon. Luke looked at the business card, which obviously had a phone number on it. He was curious if we would want to attempt calling the number, to maybe see again this guy. Baffled by the experience, Luke looked by the window, and saw James get off the train. James looked back at him, made a wink and disappeared with the crowds into the train station.

The train started back its journey, carrying Luke toward his flat with the water leak issues to fix. Luke put away the business card in his pocket, opened his book and started to read it. He paused, looked through the window at the glimpses of landscape lit by a shy moon, hills and trees running faster and faster backwards as the train was gaining speed. What started as a failed week-end had now turning into a really interesting one. He felt a tingle in his stomach and his massive cock started to swell again. Everything is only a matter of perspective.