夜の契約

The train car swayed gently on the rails, sparse lights flickering past the window. Only the dim reading lamp above the table lit the compartment. I sat on the lower bunk, and across from me, legs crossed, lounged my client—forty-year-old Artem, who I'd been pushing to the brink of exhaustion in the gym for the past three months.

"We agreed," he said quietly, not breaking eye contact. "This doesn't mean anything. Just... release."

「何の意味もない」と私は繰り返し、喉が急に乾いた。私の視線は勝手に彼のたくましい太ももへと流れ、薄手のスポーツパンツに包まれていた。アルチョムは私より八歳年上で、肩幅が広く、無精ひげを生やし、その目にはまさにその「何の意味もない」ものが今渦巻いていた。

彼はトレーニング後の筋肉をほぐすかのように、ゆっくりと手のひらを膝の上で滑らせた。彼の指が止まった。私は唾を飲み込んだ。車室内の空気は、嵐の前のように重く濃くなっていった。

"Come here," Artem breathed out.

I stood. Two steps—and I was between his knees. His hands landed on my hips, firm, confident. Fingers dug into the denim of my jeans.

「一晩中ずっと私のこと見てたでしょ」と彼は顔を上げながらささやいた。「ジムでもよ。気づいてないと思った？」

「気づいてたんだな」と俺はかすれた声で答えた。「でなきゃ、君は俺とこのコンパートメントにいないだろ」

Artemは口元でにやりと笑うと、俺のベルトを掴んで引き倒した。唇が貪るようにぶつかり合い、優しさは一切なかった。彼の舌が深く入り込み、支配的だった。俺は彼の口の中にうめき声を漏らし、デニム越しにすでに硬くなりかけた俺の肉棒に彼の手のひらが押し当てられているのを感じた。

"Fuck... so hard," he breathed, pulling back for a second. "Take them off."

I unzipped with trembling fingers. Artem didn't wait—he pulled my jeans and boxers down to my knees himself. My cock sprang free, heavy, with an engorged head. He wrapped his hot palm around it and slowly stroked up and down, looking me straight in the eyes.

「立派なペニスだね」と彼はささやいた。「ジムにいたときにしゃぶりたかったんだ」

"Then suck it," escaped my lips.

Artem didn't need to be asked twice. He leaned down and took me deep into his mouth. The hot, wet cavity engulfed my shaft. I grabbed his short hair as he started moving his head, hard, with wet, slurping sounds. Saliva ran down my balls. The train rattled rhythmically on the tracks, and that sound blended with the slick noise of his mouth.

「もっとゆっくり…イキそう」と私は息を吐き出した。

He released my cock with a loud pop and stood up. We were face to face. His eyes burned.

"Undress me."

I pulled his t-shirt off. Artem's chest was covered in coarse hair, muscles rolling beneath the skin. I ran my palms over his stomach, lower, and finally wrapped my hand around his thick, veiny cock through the thin fabric. It was already wet at the tip.

We collapsed onto the bunk. Artem lay on his back, and I ended up on top. Our cocks pressed together, hot and pulsing. He spat into his palm, wrapped it around both shafts, and started jerking them together. I moaned, kissing his neck, biting his earlobe.

"あなたを私の中に入れてほしい"と彼は突然、低く震える声で言った。"今すぐ。私の尻に。やって。"

I froze for a second, then nodded. Artem quickly pulled his pants off completely, flipped onto his stomach, and spread his firm cheeks. His asshole was cleanly shaved, slightly twitching. I spat into my palm, slicked up my cock and his hole.

"Take it slow..." he whispered as I pressed the head against him.

私はゆっくりと挿入しました。少しずつ、少しずつ。アルテムは枕を噛みしめましたが、私が完全に奥まで入ると、彼は背中を反らせて深いうめき声を漏らしました。

"Fuck... so thick... deeper, come on..."

I started moving. Gently at first, then harder. The compartment filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, his moans, and my heavy breathing. I grabbed his hips, pounding deep, feeling his hot, tight ass grip my cock.

"Fuck me harder," he growled. "I'm your bitch tonight... come on!"

I sped up. Sweat dripped from my chest onto his back. Artem jerked his own cock in rhythm with my thrusts. His moans grew louder, more broken.

"I'm about to... fuck... I'm coming!" he shouted.

彼のアナルが私のペニスをきつく締め付けた。熱い精液がシーツに飛び散った。我慢できなかった——さらに数回力強く突き込み、すべてを彼の奥深くに注ぎ込み、熱い種で満たした。体が震え、耳の中で血が轟いた。

We froze, breathing heavily. The train kept racing through the night. Artem turned his head, looked at me with glistening eyes, and said quietly, almost tenderly:

「これって、やっぱり何の意味もない……よね？」

私は彼の汗で滑る背中に指を這わせ、微笑んで答えた：

"Of course. Absolutely nothing."

But we both knew—that was a lie.