After the quick escape from getting caught with two random guys in a bathroom stall, I decided it was too close for comfort. All these thoughts like "what if I was caught, how would I explain it and I can't let this happen" ran through my head as I lay in bed beside my beautiful wife. All because of my Monday morning train commute to work where in an over-full carriage I was sandwiched fully clothed with a strangers hardon rubbing my beefy ass crack through my tight chinos and a the tall-bearded guy in front of me deliberately brushing against my own hardon with his perfect cute ass. This all happened over a week ago. As I lay there feeling guilt and fear, I also am very aware of how hard my fat seven-inch uncut dick is right now as I think about what happened.
The entire experience blew my mind and there's two things that I can't get out of my head. The first is the way the tall cute assed bearded guy worshiped my dick through my boring old dad red briefs. The way he buried his face against them, inhaling my dick with eyes wide and mouth open. Underwear has never usually been a turn on for me. To be honest, my wife usually picks up a four pack of briefs in different colours and they just appear in my drawer. After every shower, I throw a pair on and don't think twice as I pull my pants or shorts up over them. But that was before seeing this dude get really turned on by them. Every night at the gym in the locker room the past week, when a guy pulls on or off a pair of red briefs, my dick starts to stir and yes I've been wearing red briefs most days since.
The second thing that keeps playing over in my mind is the feeling of the short stocky guy's tongue when it hit my hairy hole. Never have I felt anything like it, the tingle that shot through my spine and the instant desire to bend over and get more of his tongue inside my ass. Perhaps I've been too conservative, I consider myself a rugged fit 32-year-old with more of a rugby player build than a swimmers build. Downside of that is shopping for jeans or pants is a real pain in the butt, literally. My wife, Cara loves my big butt, and I've always been uncomfortable about it. During school in the locker rooms after the games my mates would whistle and call me "big booty Ben". This only caused me to wear loose jeans that would cover it up. Now after having a dude, not only pull my jocks down and grab it, but he also dove his tongue straight between those cheeks and worshipped my hole. After 32 years of not being into underwear or ass, here I am deliberately wearing red briefs and tight chinos nearly every day of the week. Oh, and I've noticed when I am showering, the cake of soap spends a lot of time rubbing against my ass and around my hole, making my chubby dick twitch.
With these new discoveries of what gets me off, for the following week after the train commute incident, I deliberately caught an earlier one in fear of bumping into those two guys. The earlier train was just as full, and I was more aware than ever how much people bump and grind into each other as it speeds along the tracks. That was until Tuesday morning.
The office I work in has a pretty relaxed dress code. Not jeans and trainers like we are Apple, but more chinos and a shirt kind of thing. Unless head office is coming to town and we have presentations to do, then it is suits all round. Yup, you guessed it, Tuesday I had a presentation to do and needed to wear a suit. I would be lucky to wear one three times a year and of course as I grabbed it from the wardrobe to get ready for my early train I realised it had crease marks from where it had been hanging for ages. Shit, now I need to get the iron, heat it up and sort this out. My wife had left for work as I was jumping in the shower and come on, its 2022, I know how to use an iron (though badly).
