Last train
The last train of the night rattled through the empty tunnels beneath the city. Most of the carriages were dark and deserted, but one middle car still held a handful of passengers. Kim Taehyung sat near the center doors, legs crossed, wearing a short black skirt and a thin white blouse that clung to his slim frame. He had missed the earlier trains after a long evening class and now the carriage felt too quiet.
Across from him sat four older men, all in their late sixties and early seventies. Gray hair, weathered faces, thick bodies still strong from years of work. They had been watching him since he boarded. One of them, a broad-shouldered man with silver hair and deep lines around his eyes, finally spoke in a low, gravelly voice.
“You look tired, boy. Long day?”
Taehyung glanced up, lips curving into a small, shy smile. “Yes, sir. University ran late.”
The man next to him, thinner but still solid, leaned forward. “University, hm? Pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be riding alone this late.”
The train swayed. Taehyung shifted, and the short skirt rode higher up his thighs. He made no move to pull it down. The oldest of the group, a heavy-set man with a thick mustache, cleared his throat.
“You’ve been looking at us for the last three stations. Want something?”
Taehyung’s cheeks colored, but he didn’t look away. His voice came out soft and clear. “I… I’ve been thinking about older men all day. My body feels restless. If you want to use me before the next stop, I won’t say no.”
Silence filled the carriage for half a second. Then the silver-haired man stood, walked over, and sat beside him. His large hand settled on Taehyung’s bare thigh, sliding higher until his fingers brushed the soft heat between the boy’s legs.
“No panties,” the man murmured. “You came prepared.”
Taehyung parted his thighs without being asked. “I wanted to be ready.”
The four old men moved closer. The carriage doors closed with a soft hiss as the train pulled away from the station. No one else remained.
The silver-haired man pushed the skirt all the way up and spread Taehyung’s legs wider, exposing the smooth, plump boy pussy already glistening under the dim fluorescent lights. He pressed two thick fingers against the soft folds, rubbing slowly.
“So warm already,” he said. “Open up for the old men, boy.”
Taehyung leaned back against the seat, breathing faster. “Please… touch me properly.”
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