Andy Keeps Trying - Chapter 09

ANDY KEEPS TRYING

Chapter 9: Andy catches his ex

I would say that the morning of our first sleepover was the only time Cody caught us, but after that, Adrian and I were not so bothered by being seen or heard by my roommate.

Besides, we were insatiable, so we were bound to get caught (again).

Cody might have stumbled on us a couple of times while we were fooling around on the couch or in the shower.

Oops.

In all fairness, I learned that summer that the journalist I was dating was quite the exhibitionist, often dragging me into his fantasies.

Remember when I mentioned that Adrian and I sometimes went to museums or outdoor cinemas?

Adrian blew me in the park while a 70s movie was playing and I returned the favor.

He fucked me in a museum bathroom, and I gave him a discreet handjob amid concertgoers in a stadium.

The show was kind of messed up anyway. It was some new electro wave thing, and the DJs were naked and practically dry-humping on stage.

Honestly, we could have fucked right there and nobody would have minded, but Adrian came too quickly while I was stroking his dick.

I guess I was too good at that. Or he was way too turned on to be in the middle of a sweaty horny crowd.

He made it up to me later when he fucked me on our way home, right in the middle of the subway.

Mind you, it was very late, and our car was empty except for a drunk homeless guy passed out on the other end. Still, it was super freaky!

Adrian was visibly up to something as soon as we walked inside the car.

I could tell; he had a familiar naughty smirk on his face and a glimmer in his eyes.

I was pretty tired after the concert and lost in thought, but as I sat down on one of those ugly plastic orange seats, I felt his hand sliding over my crotch.

It was the middle of August, and it was one of the hottest days— and nights— of the year in Philadelphia.

We were both wearing (tiny) shorts and tank tops.

I usually did not show that much skin, but I had heard that my shoulders looked great, and I had been feeling much better about myself lately.

In any case, Adrian grabbed my cock and started caressing me through the fabric. I instantly got hard and quickly checked to see if anyone was around.

“The people at the concert were horny.” He whispered in my ear.

“And you weren’t?! Dude, you nutted in the middle of the crowd!”

“Hey, you made it happen! How was I supposed to react? You pulled out my dick, you stroked me so good— and you had that dirty look in your eyes!”

I chuckled.

“And now you have that look in your eyes.”

He kissed my neck, his hand still roaming all over my crotch.

“I do… I kinda feel bad for not returning the favor earlier… You deserved better than a guy nutting so fast.”

“That’s fine… I liked it…”

“But you should get to cum, too.”

He became even more handsy.

“Adrian, we're on the freaking subway.”

“Yes, I know. You wanna know a secret? Public transportation has always made me horny.”

“You're a bad boy.”

He slid his hand into my shorts, and I felt butterflies in my stomach. He grabbed my bare cock and started stroking it.

Fuck, that felt nice.

“I am… Come on, let's have a little fun, Andy. I want to make you feel good.”

I was definitely tempted.

When we passed another station without anyone walking in, I lowered my shorts below my ass, letting my cock spring free.

I was already hard.

But Andy was not there to mess around. He went much further than I expected when he got on his knees and started blowing me.

A discreet handjob was fine but this— Damn!

“Adrian… Ah… Baby, that's…”

He spat on my cock and took it in his mouth without hesitation. He went up and down so fucking fast; I was stunned.

He was working me like his life depended on it.

“Wow… Hmm… Fuck, what's gotten into you?”

He released my cock for a second.

“Told you, I have a thing for public transportation.”

This time, I grabbed his hair and pushed him down on me.

He was such a slut; he brought out my worst perverted instincts.

Only then did I notice the hobo at the other end of our car, but I did not care anymore. I was enjoying the blowjob too much to stop.

Adrian choked on my dick. He pulled out his own cock and started jacking off while bobbing up and down on me.

“Yeah… Keep going… Fuck… Yes, smash your nose against my stomach… You can do it…”

I had learned that Adrian performed even better with some encouragement.

I was more than willing to cheer on my champion!

Sometimes he stopped deep throating, but only to kiss, lick, and worship my dick some more.

Before Adrian, I had only gone all the way with three other men in my life: Victor, David, and Darius.

They were all rather dominant, although Darius agreed to take my dick up his fat ass once, right before we broke up.

Adrian, however, had a real submissive side, and I grew to like that.

He could also be dominant and fuck my brains out, but when he was on his knees sucking my dick, I knew he wanted me to be in charge and order him around.

One of the things I was slowly getting very good at was being a power bottom.

Yes, he could fuck my ass, but on my terms. And speaking of which, I kind of wanted to, right there.

“You know what would be hot?” I told him as he was servicing my dick and licking my balls.

“What do you want?”

Saliva dripped from his chin onto his dick and the dirty floor of the train.

“Fuck me right here. Inside the train.”

“Huh? Really? You'd be down?"

His cock throbbed so much that his own excitement was undeniable.

“Sure, let's wait and see if no one gets on at the next stop. Then we'll have a few minutes. It’ll be one of the longest routes without a stop.”

We were about to reach another station.

“Look, I could lie and say a few minutes won’t be enough, but trust me, I can impregnate you in less time than that!”

Impregnate, the word got me even hornier.

My heart raced as the train slowed down.

Adrian pulled back his shorts and sat next to me.

He prevented me from doing the same, though. He could hide me if someone were to come in through the closest door.

Adrian grabbed my dick again and stroked it in the open. We made out passionately until the train had completely stopped.

Our adrenaline was through the roof.

If someone came in, it would be risky because my dick was exposed and wet.

If nobody came in, it would be a game changer because then, I would offer my ass to my boyfriend.

This was my idea, right?

The prospect of either outcome got my worked-up dick to spill a huge amount of precum onto Adrian’s fingers.

The doors opened automatically.

We waited a few seconds.

The alarm rang again, and the doors shut.

Aside from the drunk sleeping on one of the plastic benches, we were all alone.

Adrian turned toward me, licked the precum dripping from his fingers in such a freaky way, and said the best thing ever:

“I guess it's time for you to learn what it's like to be fucked on a moving train.”

I swallowed my saliva.

“Yes, it is…”

I stood up, feeling exposed, vulnerable but also powerful, and slid my shorts down. I arched over the seats.

I put one foot on the seat, bent over, and gave Adrian complete access to my itching ass.

“You're worse than me, Andy! I knew you were.”

I chuckled.

I guess I was also a little buzzed from the beers at the concert.

I slapped my own ass.

“Come on, get it quick. You have to fill me up before the next station!”

“Fuck, man. I swear. It's going to be quick and dirty.”

He slid his shorts down to his ankles and grabbed my hips firmly.

I heard him spit on his cock to lubricate it, and then the pounding began.

Usually, he teased me by slowly shoving the tip in, but this time he buried two fingers in my hole, pulled them back, and then immediately replaced them with his thick leaking dick.

“Aaaaah…”

My moan echoed through the train.

Adrian pushed my face against the glass, and I could see the underground running before my eyes while I felt his cock sliding roughly in and out of me.

Thank goodness I had gotten used to taking his girth on the daily over the past couple of weeks.

“Happy? Getting what you deserved?” He teased me.

“Yes… Fuck…”

BANG BANG BANG

He was drilling me so hard.

“You like it raw, eh?”

“I do. Fuck me… And Aaaaah… Hmmmm… Breed me.”

As I said that, he thrust his hips to go deep, and I could already feel the orgasm coming.

At the same time, another train passed in front of ours.

I saw it pass at full speed, briefly catching a glimpse of a few passengers' faces through the window.

Damn! It had been super quick, but if I had seen them, they had seen me as well.

Why did that make me even more turned-on?

Wait…

“Hmmm…”

Was I spilling my loads against the glass?

I was!

“Wow, look at you! You love this shit even more than I do!”

Adrian shouted triumphantly, slapping my ass some more as he went deeper and deeper at an intense pace.

Gripping my tank top for steadiness, he plowed into me like never before.

I looked at the cum dripping on the windshield, shocked by what I had just done. As I did, the train started to slow down and the next station was announced.

“God… Adrian…”

“That's all right, I'm almost there.”

“But babe… Ahh…”

The slowdown continued, and I knew for sure that we were reaching the next stop.

This was getting way too risky.

"Shh… Relax. I'm gonna breed… Hmmm…your hole…”

As we entered the station, I felt his cock throbbing inside me and releasing its heavy loads.

It was crazy how much spunk there was, considering that Adrian had already nutted a couple of hours prior during the concert.

I panicked when the train stopped for real, but I did not have time (or the right mind set) to pull my shorts back up.

We had also made a sticky mess everywhere.

A group of college bros walked  through the door on the other end of our carriage.

They appeared to be drunk and returning from a party; some of them were shirtless.

I sat down and hid my dick as I feverishly tried to put my shorts back on.

Adrian started laughing hysterically while covering me up. He had managed to get dressed much quicker.

Phew!

Ultimately, I do not think anyone noticed, but it was close.

I kept his fresh cum in my hole for the rest of the night.

It was a lot, but I cannot deny that it was fun!

Adrian and I did not talk much about our feelings, but sometimes the physical connection spoke for itself, and we definitely had chemistry.

In retrospect, I think I started this relationship to forget about my exes and my trauma and this was giving me exactly that.

Adrian was good-looking, funny, smart, and horny as fuck, and we were having so much fun.

I liked that it was not that serious, but I could still trust him, and I knew him well enough.

I went from hating him when I first met him, to tolerating him on the campaign trail, to becoming friends… and then, much more.

Since it was going so well, I really did my best to avoid any potential bumps in the road.

My first concern arrived on a Tuesday night.

Three weeks after we started officially dating, Adrian surprised me when I left work early to go to the pool.

He was waiting for me in the lobby with a gym bag.

Adrian had bought a fresh pair of speedos and wanted to tag along my swimming practice.

He had been nagging me about it for a while, but since I was often meeting with Victor at that time, I was kind of unsure.

Not that I was doing anything shady with Victor. In fact, I was more than happy to tell my ex that I had a boyfriend and that flirting was off-limits.

Still, I did not want Adrian to imagine things once he realized what I was doing on Tuesday nights.

But how could I say no to my boyfriend?

There was no reason to refuse and he was so cute.

I did not look for an excuse. I told Adrian I was glad he was joining me and prayed we would not run into Victor.

It was rather early so I hoped he would be  too busy working to be there.

We almost made it!

Adrian and I swam for about an hour. He was not very good at it, but I enjoyed teaching him.

Besides, he looked great in his blue speedos.

We had a good time in the pool, but we really started fooling around when we walked to the communal showers.

“Babe!” I said to him when I realized that he was getting aroused.

“Sorry! You've been wearing these stupid duck trunks; how am I supposed to stay soft?”

“We're in a public place.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Seriously? After everything?”

To be fair, the night before, I had sucked his dick in the restaurant washroom.

“Let's just go to the shower, there’s one corner that’s pretty discreet. But if anyone's here, we're not doing anything…”

He slapped my ass.

“I'll be a good boy. But if the path is clear, I can't make any promises!”

“I bet…”

“I knew swimming made you hungry; I didn't think it'd make me horny.” Adrian joked.

We passed through the locker room to get to the showers, and there he was.

Victor Garcia was sliding into his flashy red Speedo, his (meaty) flaccid dick hanging out between his legs.

“Andy!” He said with a big smile.

“Oh, shit…” I mumbled.

“You came earlier than usual?”

“Not really, I…”

“Hello, I'm Adrian.”

He walked in front of me, not caring at all about the obvious bulge in his Speedo, and introduced himself to Victor.

Victor eyed his crotch before looking Adrian in the eyes. I get it, I would have probably done the same.

“I'm Victor. I’m Andy’s swimming partner.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Oh, really?”

His Cuban cock was still hanging out, for God's sake! Could he put on his Speedo already?!

“Victor and I met in college. We were both really into swimming back then.” I explained.

“And into each other.” Victor winked at me.

Despite what he said, he had not changed one bit; he did not care about bringing chaos into my life.

“Can you not?!” I snapped at him.

“Come on, I'm just joking, Andy. What’s the big deal?”

“Well, now he's swimming with me.” Adrian said rather seriously.

Oh shoot! My man was not going to be talked down to.

Victor finally put on his Speedo.

He was not so smug anymore.

“To be fair, Andy had told me that he found himself a new boyfriend. I’ve seen you around. You’re a journalist, right?”

“Right.”

“I work for Charles Broadhall.”

“Oh, the crème de la crème!”

“He's going to win the primary, you know.”

“Great. Then, if he wins the election next year, the three of us can share a prison cell when we’re arrested for being gay.”

Victor laughed at Adrian’s comment, but it was very awkward. Tension was running high.

Victor looked back down at Adrian’s trunks.

“You look pretty excited. Were you about to hit the shower? Want me to skip swim practice and join you?”

“Victor, that’s enough.” I intervened.

“Don't tell me you two are being faithful and boring.”

“Oh, trust me, Vic. We're not boring.”

Dang, Adrian had called him “Vic.” He was fierce.

“Cool. Then you might be open to opening up?” Victor played with the waistband of his trunks.

He loved these kinds of sneaky, dirty games.

Not going to lie, the prospect was exciting, but I was definitely not ready for a threesome with my toxic ex and my brand-new boyfriend.

“We’ll just wait for the right partner.” Adrian replied quite sternly.

I loved that he showed Victor he was not impressed.

“Sure. You don't want to mess with the wrong boys.”

“Exactly.”

“Are you done, Victor? We really don't need to do this.” I spoke up, jaded.

“It’s all right. We were just talking. Relax. Enjoy your shower, you two. I’ll go do my laps in the pool.”

He grazed my shoulders as he passed by us.

When Adrien turned around, I realized that he had been hard the whole time; his cock was about to burst out of his trunks.

“I'm sorry about that. He’s just coming to this pool after work like me, but we’re not…”

“That's fine.”

“I swear, I’m so over that guy. He can be such a prick sometimes.”

He put his hands around the back of my neck.

“No need to explain yourself, I trust you.”

I smiled, reassured.

“As you should.”

“I mean, he’s hot, but I definitely do not trust that guy and like, I kinda enjoyed showing him what he’s lost.”

Adrian groped my ass lewdly and kissed my lips.

“Oh… You really did enjoy that, didn't you?”

I could feel his hard cock throbbing.

“I’m proud to have you for myself, Andy.”

In the end and despite our arousal, we were not able to have sex in the showers because they were busy.

I was kind of glad, because I did not want Victor to run into us.

That being said, I bet Adrian would not mind if it did happen.

The following week, he insisted on returning to the pool.

Was he afraid of leaving me alone with Victor, or was he excited to get caught? Either way, I was fine with it.

Victor was still very sexy, but he had left such a bitter taste in my mouth. I was so done with his arrogance that I was fine parading around with my boyfriend in front of him.

Let’s teach him a lesson, I thought!

I was almost disappointed when we did not run into him.

We arrived later, and the pool was about to close.

I supposed Victor was upset that Adrian and I had not fallen for his tricks and he was not interested in coming back to toy with me.

Anyway, since the pool was practically empty, this time around the fun started while we were still in the water.

After only ten minutes of swimming, Adrian pulled me aside and he fetched my dick out of my trunks to stroke me inside the pool.

I obviously returned the favor.

This was exciting but the pool had cameras on the ceiling and we both knew we would rather finish in the shower.

In fact, I knew exactly where to take him.

There was a large communal shower room for men, a main space with showers, sinks, and a few mirrors— you would access it straight from the locker room— but there was also an adjacent space, a little further behind, more secluded with only a couple additional shower heads.

Let’s be real, the only reason we had come so late was to do it there!

I was beyond excited.

Failing to conceal our erections, Adrian and I hurried out of the pool and through the locker room to reach the more private showers.

We were giggling like teenagers, so ready to take this to the next level.

There was just one slight hiccup.

When we arrived, the spot was already taken.

Someone else had had the same idea.

Two guys rushed to slide their speedos back on as we walked past them. They were obviously fucking just a second before!

“Victor!” I shouted.

He turned around, dumbfounded, his dick dripping precum and poking out of his red trunks.

But that was not the biggest surprise.

When his partner turned around, looking entirely freaked out, I almost had a heart attack.

“ZACH?!”

I could not believe this.

My ex was fucking my intern!

Hold on— My ex was fucking Rebecca and David’s son!

What the hell?!