Accidental Lovers

Roman Gregor slouched on the station bench, the missed train leaving him adrift in a sea of idle minutes. Boredom clawed at him until his gaze snagged on Andrej Sovinski—tall, brooding, with eyes that promised mischief. Things sharpened instantly. They slipped away to a shadowed corner behind the maintenance sheds, the air thick with the hum of distant tracks and unspoken hunger. Andrej's hands trembled at first, this his virgin dance with another man, but he met Roman's mouth with a fierce kiss, bodies pressing close. Clothes shed in hurried pulls—shirts tugged over heads, belts unbuckled with urgent snaps. Roman's fingers traced the hard lines of Andrej's chest, dipping lower to grip his thickening cock, stroking it to full, throbbing life. Andrej gasped, rising to the challenge, his own hand wrapping around Roman's shaft, pumping with raw, unpracticed need. But the pull proved too strong. Andrej dropped to all fours on the rough concrete, ass arched high, inviting. Roman knelt behind him, slicking his length with spit before pushing in—slow at first, then deep, claiming every inch. Andrej moaned, pushing back, the station's anonymity fueling their rhythm. Roman thrust harder, hands gripping hips, the slap of skin echoing like a secret pulse. Sweat beaded, breaths ragged, as release built and shattered them both in that hidden nook.