The Night Agreement

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."

"Doesn't mean anything," I repeated, my throat suddenly dry. My gaze drifted on its own to his solid thighs, wrapped in thin athletic pants. Artem was eight years older than me, broad-shouldered, with rough stubble and eyes that held that very "nothing" swirling in them right now.

He slowly ran his palm over his knee, like he was working out a muscle after training. His fingers paused. I swallowed. The air in the compartment grew thick, like before a storm.

"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.

"You've been staring at me all night," he whispered, tilting his head up. "At the gym too. Thought I didn't notice?"

“你注意到了，”我哑着嗓子回答，“否则你也不会和我待在这个包厢里。”

Artem smirked at the corner of his mouth, then yanked me down by my belt. Our lips collided greedily, with no tenderness. His tongue slid in deep, commanding. I groaned into his mouth, feeling his palm already pressing against my hardening cock through the denim.

"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.

"Beautiful dick," he whispered. "I wanted to suck it back at the gym."

"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.

"Slower... I'm about to come," I breathed out.

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.

"I want you inside me," he suddenly said in a low, trembling voice. "Now. In my ass. Do it."

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.

I entered slowly. Inch by inch. Artem bit into the pillow, but when I was fully inside, he arched his back and let out a deep groan:

"操……好粗……再深点，快点……"

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.

His ass clamped down hard around my cock. Hot streams of cum sprayed onto the sheets. I couldn't hold back—I drove in a few more powerful thrusts and emptied everything deep inside him, flooding him with hot seed. My body shook, blood pounding in my ears.

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:

"This still doesn't mean anything... right?"

I ran my fingers along his sweat-slicked back, smiled, and answered:

"Of course. Absolutely nothing."

但我们都知道——那是个谎言。