Ride of A Life

This story will be a two-parter, with a picture. Love a little unexpected, public fun every now and again, don't you?

Ride of A Life

By

Brimmingbelly04

Based On

The Belly Ride

By Thatguyman-Artist of DeviantArt

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“Doors closing. Please stand clear of the doors,” the train's automated announcement said as said doors closed with a hiss. “Next stop, Park Lane.”

Holding the railing above him with his left hand, Calvin braced himself for the inevitable lurch of the train as it pulled away from the station. He swayed gently on his feet as the train gradually picked up speed.

The plan had been to leave work early so he'd be ahead of the evening rush home, but Calvin’s boss had stopped him on his way out to ask some questions about one of his projects. As a result, the handsome, burly twenty-nine year old had been forced to cram himself into the last car of an already packed train.

While taking the train definitely beat driving into the city, the morning and evening rush hours weren't for the faint of heart, or anyone with even a hint of claustrophobia. As such, Calvin’s size could be a blessing or a curse… In particularly crowded cars, he often got annoyed looks for taking up more space than most, but also, people did their best to give him the extra space his muscled body required.

The train picked up more speed as it approached the outskirts of the city, headed for the suburbs on the southside. There were only a few minutes between most stops, at which more people got off than on, giving those remaining on board a little more room. Standing room, that is…

At this time of day, it would be many more stops before any seats might become available. During the rush hours, seats were at a premium. Most of the time, everyone was pretty decent about making sure they went to those who needed them: older people, families with small children, pregnant people, or someone on crutches, for example.

While he would soon, Calvin hadn't hit thirty yet, and was obviously a “healthy” individual, so on a train as packed as this one, he put himself last in line to get off his feet, but that was fine with him. Like everyone else, he usually used his phone to occupy his time, but he'd forgotten to plug it in the night before, and had had such a busy day at work, he'd also forgotten to charge it there.

As a result, Calvin’s phone was now dead in his back pocket, forcing him to watch the world whiz by outside the train, or look around at the people packed inside it. The sun was beginning to set off to the right, casting an orange glow throughout the last car, where Calvin had tucked himself into the rear most left corner. Pretty much everyone else was facing forward as well, leaving him a sea of backs to look at.

Knowing he wouldn't have his phone to occupy him, Calvin had been dreading his cramped ride home, but now that it was underway, he realized it wasn't that bad…

Even though he was being forced to do so, and even though he was staring at basically all backs, “people watching” proved itself surprisingly entertaining. The twenty-nine year old's own absence of a digital distraction, made it all the more apparent just how much society as a whole relied on their precious devices for just about everything. As he looked about the car, Calvin realized how “in the zone” or in their own world people were, and how almost no one talked to their neighbor, despite being sardined in next to them, be they seated or standing.

As they approached the next station and the train slowed, everyone swayed and/or adjusted their grip on the rail they were holding, while also maybe their belongings. Calvin watched as he and almost everyone else braced, the majority of them having noted by then that this train in particular, tended to come to a rather abrupt stop when it reached its next destination.

After a final jolt, several people headed for the nearest door as they opened again with another clunk and hiss from their automated pistons. The two people closest to Calvin, a man and woman who were obviously a couple, but had barely spoken aloud to one another, disembarked, giving him a little more breathing room in his corner, but on the whole, the last car remained quite full.

With only more people watching to keep him occupied, the twenty-nine year old was quick to notice that thankfully, only one person stepped into the crowded car. He got on at the other end, so Calvin only saw his face, which he immediately noted was quite handsome, if not a bit younger than his own.

If he had to guess, the good-looking Latino was around the quarter-century century mark. The two of them made brief eye contact as the car's newest occupant looked around it, undoubtedly for a seat he simply wasn't going to find.

Tough luck, pal, Calvin said to himself as he watched the handsome younger man politely excuse himself and start attempting to head his direction, if not just a little further into the car.

Very much to his surprise, all the digitally distracted standing commuters at the other end of the car, actually tried their best to get out of his way as the train announced again,“Doors closing. Please stand clear of the doors.”

Calvin braced for the train to start moving again, but it didn't right away. He'd missed hearing which stop they were still at, but that didn't concern him as he knew he still had many more to go before he reached his own.

What kept his attention as the train finally slowly pulled away from whichever platform, was the fact that more and more standing commuters kept letting this new guy “slip” past them, but that seemed to be putting it rather “gently,” as the further into the train's last car he got, the more of a commotion the cute Latino seemed to be causing…

“Next stop: Hanover Ave.”

Now, Calvin knew where exactly he was again, which was and wasn't good. Yes, he'd regained his bearings, but he'd also underestimated how close he was to his stop by two.

As much as he'd kind of been “enjoying” the opportunity to do some people watching, at that point, he was suddenly over it. Until he just as suddenly wasn't, which happened when the handsome, younger guy suddenly broke through the crowd standing closest to him.

He did so belly first. Big, no, really big, belly first.

Calvin didn't know much about pregnancy, other than he very much enjoyed when a man was experiencing the condition, which this man most certainly was! The buff twenty-nine year old's pretty hazel eyes bulged as they honed right in on the younger man's giant orb.

It was obvious why everyone had done their best to get out of his way! What wasn't so obvious was why no one fortunate enough to have a seat had offered up theirs because not only was it evident he was nearly due, but with more than one!

The cute (really) preggo was wearing a pair of camel colored khakis and a navy blue polo. Both pieces struggled to meet in the front and the shirt was clearly being stretched to its limits, to the point Calvin could easily see the younger man's popped out belly button through the fabric, which complimented his tan complexion.

The preggo let out a low but obviously frustrated sigh. Same as Calvin, he was also surprised no one had offered him their seat, leaving him at the very end of the train, with nowhere else to go.

As he shook his head and sighed again, this time a little quieter, the two made eye contact for the second time. The preggo smiled as he reached up and grabbed the railing with his left hand. Calvin forced himself to smile back, suddenly feeling rather anxious.

Despite being some four inches taller than the preggo and at least a couple more than anyone else as far as he could tell, the twenty-nine year old realized he was no longer the biggest guy in the car. That honor now belonged to the cute, younger Latino, the front of whose belly was now pressing against him as they faced each other.

Speaking of facing, the rest of the passengers in the car remained facing forward, their eyes either closed to rest or focused on their phones. As the train picked up speed and the world outside whipped by them through the windows, Calvin suddenly started to sweat.

And then he gulped so hard he almost choked. Why? Because as he looked from the preggo's belly to his chest, he belatedly noticed it was pretty huge too.

Not all guys end up getting boobs when they're pregnant, but this one had. Even confined by his tight polo, they were almost perfectly round, the large nipples crowning them pressing against the shirt, same as his belly button.

The preggo smiled again before he turned (his head) and looked out the window. As he watched the buildings zipping by, Calvin took the opportunity to gulp again, this time a little quieter and not as hard.

The front of the guy's belly was touching his crotch. Surely he had to realize that?! Yes, the train was very crowded and everyone was sandwiched in, but his belly was rubbing against Calvin's groin!

Calvin felt sweat beading on his forehead as he looked around the car, anywhere but at the fecund cutie. Every bump and jostle from the train caused his belly to rock against and rub Calvin, who needless to say, didn’t know what to do?! What he could do in an awkward yet oddly hot situation like this!

Calvin had always found pregnant men fascinating. He'd been attracted to them for reasons unknown, as long as he could remember. There was just something about them… Something sexy and radiant.

Presently (and for some time prior,) the twenty-nine year old was single. Speaking of, he noticed the preggo's left hand lacked a ring, indicating he probably wasn't married either. Calvin didn't know if that was good or bad? Hell, he still didn't know what the hell was happening?! As the train approached the next station, he swore it felt like he was sweating bullets.

Fortunately, his perspiring wasn't actually that bad, but still. How could this guy not feel what his belly was doing?! He had to feel the rapidly growing firmness of Calvin’s own bulge pushing back!

The twenty-nine year old hadn't meant to get hard, it just couldn't be helped. The train began to slow, causing the younger man to lean a little more forward and harder against him as the momentum changed. Calvin felt his belly button press against his now straining fly, causing his cock to throb.

The only thing he could think to do was turn around and face the corner, but that would be weird. Weirder than what was happening, anyway.

The preggo continued to be oblivious, feigned or otherwise. He remained looking out the window as the train reached the next platform.

Things "downstairs" were now uncomfortably tight for Calvin, his erection tenting the front of his khakis.

“Hemingway!” The train announced as the doors opened.

Calvin watched as a few more people exited the car, but no one near them. He noticed a seat had become available down at the other end, but he didn't say anything. He and the preggo just stood there in silence, his cock hard as a rock, poking right into the younger man's huge belly.

“Doors closing. Please stand clear of the doors. Next stop: Ridgefield.”

And suddenly they were off again. The crowd in the car had definitely thinned out, so Calvin expected the preggo to turn and go look for a seat, but inexplicably, he stayed put. Calvin suddenly realized why…

The train would pass through a tunnel shortly. As it did, it always took several seconds for the interior lights to click on, leaving the train in almost total darkness. It could be a bit unnerving if you weren't used to it, and it wasn't exactly wise to move around at the time, no matter who you were or how big your belly was. Presumably, the preggo was playing it safe. Fair enough.

Everything got louder as the train reached the tunnel and started hurtling through it. Not that Calvin could see to know for sure, but no one seemed phased by the sudden darkness. Or did they..?

As the twenty-nine year old stood there, he suddenly felt something touching his crotch, and it wasn't the cute Latino's giant baby bump. That was smooth, round and soft yet firm to the touch, not to mention also very warm.

What was also touching Calvin now was also warm and firm, but not round. It took him a moment to realize what it was, but when he did, his eyes bulged again. It was a hand.

His eyes bulged more as the appendage took a firm grip on his own. The preggo was feeling him up!

The interior lights came on, further startling Calvin. He shook his head and blinked, then looked down at the preggo, who was looking right at him with a big, cheeky grin. Calvin was speechless as they looked at one another, his mouth hanging open as the preggo continued fondling him through his pants.

Other than to wink, the younger man didn't break eye contact. Briefly, he took his hand back, but only to adjust his grip. He moved his hand further up Calvin’s shaft, causing it to quickly grow even bigger and harder. The twenty-nine year old's cock twitched when the fecund Latino suddenly wriggled his hips, letting his belly button run sideways across his bulbous tip.

Now Calvin was really anxious and incredibly turned on. He was basically getting a through the pants handjob, right there in a crowded train, literally surrounded by people! His eyes darted around the car, genuinely afraid they would meet someone else's, but everyone remained in their own world, totally oblivious to what the preggo was doing to him.

The next station was underground. As the train began to slow, Calvin’s eyes widened again as he wondered if the guy was going to stop before they reached the platform?

He was going to, right? If not, anyone who happened to be waiting for the train or those getting off, were going to get an unexpected show!

The preggo just kept smiling and rubbing as the train slowed. When it came to a stop, so did his hand, but he kept it in place over Calvin’s erection. Several people passed by their window as they headed for the station's exit but fortunately, no one looked their way.

A few more people had exited their car but no one else got on. After a few more moments, they were on their way again and the preggo resumed his stroking.

Calvin couldn't help it. He finally gave in and let his eyes roll back as he let out a quiet, pleasured moan. As the train left the station, with a smirk and another wink (Calvin didn't see since his eyes were still rolled back,) the preggo looked back over his right shoulder just to confirm what he already assumed: no one was paying any attention to them.

No one was, not even the slightest.

Calvin grunted in surprise when all of a sudden, the expectant hottie let go of his dick. He lowered his head and opened his eyes just in time to see the preggo's right hand move to the taut hem of his shirt, which he grabbed and pulled all the way up to his tits, entirely exposing his huge belly.

Once again, Calvin made another noise he couldn't help. This time, he let out a cross between a whimper and a groan at the sight of the bared belly.

It was almost perfectly round, the tight skin covering it smooth and flawless. A dark line vertically bisected the orb, becoming darker beneath his belly button. Now more anxious than ever, what Calvin really was was in awe.

The obviously fertile hottie gave him another big smile as he too looked down at his belly for a moment before looking back over his shoulder. Fortunately for both of them, the coast was still clear. Still no one was paying them any attention.

The preggo lowered his right hand and with surprisingly confident and seemingly practiced ease, found Calvin’s fly beyond his belly and unzipped it. The twenty-nine year old's mouth hung open again as the younger man reached inside his pants, easily found his cock, freed it and his balls from his underwear, and carefully guided everything through the zipper, another big and cute smile plastered across his handsome face.

Calvin was positive he'd never been so hard or aroused in his entire life. The tip of his cock was flushed a deep pink, and veins bulged out all over the girthy length of his shaft as precum started flowing freely from his slit.

Ever so slowly, the preggo moved his belly to the right so he could see for the first time what he had his hand on. As soon as he saw it, he was grinning like crazy again as he looked up at Calvin with evident hunger in his eyes.

“Shit…” the preggo said quietly as he shook his head and exhaled. “That looks soooo fuckin’ tasty!” He cooed, sticking his tongue out and licking his lips as he slowly moved his belly “back into place.”

“Thanks!” Calvin rasped out, wishing he sounded even half as confident as the other man did.

At least they'd finally exchanged words. But those words?! Jesus… Very much needless to say, this was not at all how Calvin had imagined his evening commute home turning out!

Now, he had a much better idea of what was going on, but at the same time, he didn't… Following the preggo's last (and only) comment, Calvin half expected him to struggle down onto his knees and start sucking him off right then and there! But he couldn't, could he?

Yes, he was very big, but physically doing so still seemed possible, but wise..? Not at all! If the preggo started blowing him, even if they both remained as quiet as possible, someone would surely notice and safe to say, the results wouldn't be good!

All Calvin could do was hope and pray the preggo had more of his wits about him than he did his own. It appeared the thought of sucking him off crossed the younger man's mind as he quietly moaned while licking his lips again, but thankfully, he chose to keep their dangerous enough play as tame as was now possible.

Instead of getting down and sucking, he started slowly stroking Calvin again. As he did, even though it really shouldn't have, much of the nervousness he'd been feeling started fading away, (additional) pleasure gradually replacing it.

The preggo went slow, his grip firm yet soft as it moved from the base of Calvin’s cock, all the way to its bulbous, leaking tip. He continued to smile, eyes sparkling, strokes lusciously long, languid and teasing.

Generous dollops of pulsed out of the twenty-nine year old's tip, soon coating the preggo's hand with his mess, but he didn't seem to mind… In fact, he seemed to like it, gently biting his bottom lip as Calvin's pre glazed his palm and fingers.

Calvin closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose, relishing in his naughty pleasure, but then just as quickly, his eyes shot open as he realized what he was now smelling…

He was smelling himself. After a long day at the office, even though he'd spent most of it at his desk, he wasn't exactly at his freshest. He didn't smell bad, just manly and a little “spicy.” If Calvin could smell himself over all the other scents filling the car, he knew others could or soon would too, especially the preggo with his cock in his hand…

But again, the younger man seemed to not only not mind, but enjoy “the experience” he'd taken upon himself to create. Calvin noticed him also inhale deeply through his nose, letting his scent fill his nostrils and flood his lungs, cramped as they had to be above/behind all that belly.

No one else in the car seemed to notice. No one raised their head to sniff, look around, or say anything. Not even when the handjob the preggo was giving him started to get a little “squishy” sounding thanks to all the natural lubricant Calvin was supplying…

Soon the train popped back out into the open air, the amber light of the early evening sun somewhat more diminished than five minutes prior. So much had changed in those dark five minutes, the twenty-nine year old still couldn't believe it.

They'd be at the next station soon, where they would stop again and thanks to the remaining daylight, anyone on the platform would be able to see this very pregnant guy with Calvin’s cock in his hand, jerking him off. Evidently the younger man shared his concern as he moved his belly slightly to the side, putting it more between Calvin’s cock and the window. Now if anyone looked, all they would see was it, still in all its bare glory, which would certainly get (and keep) their attention, so crisis sort of averted.

The preggo kept pumping, ensuring Calvin stayed leaking and rock hard. He pressed the exposed part of his shaft against the smooth skin of his belly causing Calvin to groan. He groaned again when the younger man started slowly moving his bump, using it to jerk him off as well.

When they got to the next station, the train may've come to a stop, but he didn't. The preggo's hand didn't even slow down as he looked up at Calvin, watching him, smiling at him as he continued sandwiching his cock between his hand and belly. His smile grew as he watched Calvin bite his lip to keep from moaning.

More people departed their car. Several of them, actually, but none of them looked their way, too eager and focused on their phones and/or getting home. Calvin was amazed (yet relieved) their secret continued to remain safe.

While he remained almost entirely focused on the glorious handjob he was lucky enough to be receiving for whatever reason, the burly twenty-nine year old couldn't help but wonder if he'd ever been so in his own world on his way home, that he'd missed something similar going on right around him? If so, it probably wouldn't have involved a preggo, let alone one like “his,” because that, one like him, he definitely would've noticed, regardless of what had otherwise been holding his attention…

A preggo like “his” deserved attention. Hell, he deserved to be the one being serviced, in Calvin's humble opinion, anyway, but what did he know? Evidently not much, after a ride home like this!

He got so lost in his lustful thoughts and pleasure, he missed the doors closing. What Calvin didn't miss as the train pulled off was its announcement, which let him know there were only two more stops before he would reach his, but did that matter now?

No. Now, he wasn't so eager to get home, take a quick shower and go get some food. Yes, he was still starving after having skipped lunch, but thanks to the sexy preggo, his hunger (for food) was the last thing on his mind. Now, pretty much all he could think about was how hungry he was to release…

As such, even if it meant passing his stop, Calvin decided then and there he'd stay on the train as long as he had to. He was willing to ride it all the way to the end of the line, even if he knew for sure he wouldn't last that long. But just to stay on the younger, fecund man's presence would make it worth it.

Or not…

The only reason Calvin thought that was because he noticed a sudden change in “his” preggo's expression… Probably without realizing it, he furrowed his slightly more youthful, tanned brow when the train announced “Huddlestown” as its next stop.

When he suddenly doubled down on his efforts, and looked up at him with a sudden sense of determination, Calvin realized it was probably his. That was good and bad… Bad, because it meant their time together was coming to an end (potentially, without him actually cumming,) but good in the sense that he and the preggo apparently lived only one stop apart.

Adding to the “badness” was the fact they'd hardly spoken to one another. Neither one knew the other's name, making it all the more likely that this would probably be a “one and done” situation. Enigmatic as it was, Calvin didn't want it to stop. Not yet. Not ever…

The fertile Latino seemed to agree, at least to some degree. He tightened his grip and pumped Calvin's shaft harder and faster, now rocking his belly from side to size, his eyes ablaze, evidently determined to get him off.

Calvin groaned as he tightened his grip on the rail, his other hand shooting out to brace himself against the wall, his fingers and toes all curling as much as they could. Unsurprisingly, his cock was positively throbbing, fully engorged and doing its utmost to poke straight up despite how the preggo was trying his utmost to angle it.

Now that the train was in motion again, the younger man maneuvered his belly and Calvin's cock so he could rub the latter against his belly button. Immediately, he was rewarded with a few extra hearty dollops of pre, which he milked out of the hunky older man by tightening his grip. Even though the train was back at full speed and he needed all the support he could get, the preggo made a rather daring decision. Another one, that is…

He let go of the railing he'd been clutching tightly nearly the entire time and moved his now free hand to the hem of his already hiked up shirt and lifted it further, fully exposing his left breast. He smirked up at Calvin, who stared back down at him dumbfounded, and somehow, even more turned on than before.

As he played with his breast, the preggo moved his other hand from Calvin's shaft, down to his balls. He lightly jostled them, squeezing and fondling as his face suddenly became more serious, which made him all the more sexy.

Calvin was a goner at that point. He let out a soft groan as he felt his release approaching. His balls were hot, and throbbing along with his cock, demanding their load be let out. Nothing short of the train crashing and exploding itself was going to stop him from letting that happen.

He wanted to keep looking at the sexy Latino, who'd resumed jerking him off, but he shut his eyes for a second as he braced himself in his corner. Calvin's mouth formed an O as his cock throbbed, somehow feeling like it was thicker, harder and longer than it ever had been before.

As he reopened his eyes, for a second, he expected to see himself. He actually wanted to, assuming it would be a long time (if ever again) before he was fortunate enough to be as worked up again. But instead of his meat, all Calvin saw as he lowered his gaze was one large and engorged breast, and that glorious belly.

“Fuuuuuuuck!!!” He hissed as quietly as he could as cum started blasting out of him.

He hadn't noticed that the fecund Latino had taken a step back. As a result, his now erupting cock was no longer rubbing against his belly but instead, aimed at it. Every hot and thick rope of spunk Calvin released, sprayed all over the lower half of the orb.

Calvin's knees started to shake. It felt like his soul was leaving his body as more and more cum just blasted out of him. Without a doubt, this was the best and most intense orgasm of his life, and he'd had some damn good ones prior!

The preggo grinned bigger than ever, seemingly thrilled to have his belly basted with potential baby batter. Calvin thought he'd never stop cumming but eventually, he did, and as soon as he did, his cock started to deflate, utterly exhausted from its impressive performance. Having his balls completely drained had been exhausting yet so fucking exhilarating at the same time.

Quite honestly, Calvin wasn't sure his balls were still there? Now that they were empty, they felt almost nonexistent, but as the preggo let his cock go and it plopped down against them, he knew they were still there. Slowly, knees still weak and shaky, he stood back to his full height, watching in tired but still lustful amazement as the Latino used both hands to rub his copious load all over and into his belly.

Calvin noticed that he looked a little tired now too, but also happy. Content, really… Like exactly what he'd wanted was to have his huge belly just covered in spunk.

The preggo continued to rub, treating his load like expensive moisturizer, or stretch-mark preventing cream, soon leaving the huge globe gleaming, his protruding navel wobbling as he rubbed it, and every taut and rounded inch around it.

He finished using all his “moisturizer” up as the train pulled into the next station. Once he had, the preggo reached back down, gently and carefully tucked Calvin’s spent cock and balls back into his pants, zipped him up, and then patted the now smaller bulge with a wink and a quiet chuckle.

Only after doing all of the above did he finally pull his polo all the way back down. Calvin was still too lost in his post-orgasm haze to have realized that had still been “amiss,” but once he did, he instantly missed “the view” he'd spent the last portion of his commute so focused on. It was a consolation to know that incredible, taut and tanned belly was now covered with his seed…

The only way things could've been any better now were if he and the commute could've both lasted longer, and if he'd get the chance to get to see the preggo even more intimately, let alone get to actually know him.

“Well, this is my stop,” the preggo spoke again, audibly confirming what Calvin had been thinking.

“I guessed that,” he nodded.

“So you coming?”

Calvin laughed. Loudly, finally drawing some attention to their back corner of the car as the train came to another abrupt stop.

“I just did! Or didn't you notice?!” He asked as he instinctively reached down and out to help keep the preggo steady and upright.

“Oh, I noticed… So..?”

“Oh! You're… You want me to come with you?!” He realized aloud, still holding onto him.

The preggo nodded as he reached down and gently pushed his hands away. “I think there's more fun we could have, if you're up to it?”

“Yeah, definitely!” He readily agreed with a big smirk. “But, um…”

“Is there a problem?” The preggo asked, raising his brows as the doors opened following a slight delay.

Calvin shook his head. “It's not a problem, it's just that… Well, we don't even know each other's names!”

“Are names really necessary?” The preggo asked as he made a wide turn and started waddling towards the nearest door.

“No,” Calvin said as he immediately, instinctively followed, gaze lowering to the preggo's ass, the sight of which was very pleasing.

He wanted his next release to happen inside it. Needed it to…

“You made the right… call,” the younger man said as they proceeded along the platform. Despite moving a lot slower than the others that had also gotten off the train, he was already slightly out of breath. “Maybe if you continue to, I'll tell you my name,” he winked as he looked over at Calvin, who'd moved to walk beside him.

“Can I at least tell you mine?” The twenty-nine year old asked. “Only seems right after…”

“You can tell me when we get… to my place,” the preggo replied. “It's not far,” he shook his head as he discreetly took his right hand from his back and moved it to quickly pat Calvin’s crotch again.

Calvin smirked and nodded as he felt his cock start to stir again. Needless to say, he had many questions…

Why was this guy so into him? Why was he being so secretive? How many was he having?

He wanted answers, but even more than that, he wanted the unexpected fun they'd had on the train to continue, so he set his curiosity aside to the best of his ability and very slowly made his way out of the station. Normally, Calvin and his long and strong legs were one of the first people off the train and platform, but not this evening.

This evening, he wasn't the least bit bothered that he and the preggo got left in all the other commuters’ dust. He'd go as slow as the heavily pregnant younger man needed him to, for now, anyway…

To Be Continued…