End of shift. Usual tram ride home. Rush hour crush. Packed like sardines, no escape. Bodies slick with sweat press in. Uncomfortable. Thrilling. Scents mix—musk, cologne, desire. Tram screeches in, bursting. Twenty spill out. Thirty shove aboard. Elbows jab. I wedge mid-car, facing validator. Crowd surges behind. No room to breathe. Reflection in glass: tall Black guy behind me. Bald head gleams. Muscled ass grinds mine as doors seal. Tram lurches. Fantasies flood. Hips sway on instinct. Stop. Eyes shut. Heart quickens. Then—movement low back. His cheeks flex. Release. Rise. Fall. Rubbing mine deliberate. Accidental? Bullshit. Heat surges groin. Pulse hammers. I push back shy. He amps it. Stop hits. He exits for others. Returns facing me. Reflection shows chiseled face, sly grin. Crowd shoves him close. Hard bulge prods my ass now. Eyes roll back. Imagine him thrusting. Ass cheeks clamp his cock. Grinds bolden. Hands grip hips. Pulls tight. No doubt. His palm snakes down. Strokes my bulge slow. Mine slips back. Finds his thick shaft. Unzip helps. Fingers trace boxer-clad meat. Pump in sync. Veins pulse hot. Doors hiss. We step off. Lock eyes on platform. Innocent smiles. Reboard. Maneuver close. Now I’m door-backed. He fronts, ass offered. Cheeks clench rhythmic. Fuck-motion clear. Hand palms globe. Flex response. Cock strains. Need his meat. Hand dives jean-front. Grips rigid pole. Unbuttons. Dives in. Strokes shaft. Spasms rock him. Ass rolls match. Stop announced. Pulls hand free. Zips. Spins. Whispers: ‘Follow me.’ Steps off. Can’t stop. I trail.
Twenty meters gap. Safe distance. Hundred paces. Ducks building. I slip in. Stairs left. Dim hall to court. Door swings shut ahead. Push through. Darker hall. Pitch black. Steps falter. Blind. Breath hot on neck. Fingers trail arms. Shivers explode. Hands climb shoulders. Knead neck. Spine dive. Hip circle. Unbuckle. Jeans mid-thigh. ‘Knees,’ he growls. Heat boils. Obey. Four paws. Ass up. Exposed. Vulnerable. Crave beast take. He kneels back. Tongue spears crack. Wets hole. Slaps echo. Cheeks sting. Cockhead slides cheeks. Teases. Pushes. Sphincter fights. Yields. Burns. ‘Take it, slut.’ Insults ignite. Bitch mode. Push back. Gulp shaft. Growls deep. Hips seize mine. Pounds frantic. Rams deep. Guts churn. Beg more. Harder. Five minutes hell. Cock freezes. Grips bruise. Roars. Cum floods. Triggers mine. Explode untouched. Waves crash.
The Fever
Silence falls. Steps fade. Door creaks. Nothing. Rise shaky. Pants up. Lights blaze sudden. Blind spots fade. Floor: two fat condoms. Scoop. Bin them. Voices near. Slip out. Street air cools sweat. Skin still scorches. Pulse echoes. Tram rides reborn. Doors flung wide. Strangers wait.