The courier and the lawyer

By Cupido

Woman on woman. Man on man. Bisexuality. Flexible. Queer. Some people have never questioned whether or not they're gay. Others are in a straight marriage with kids when suddenly their best friend makes their nipples erect, or a touch from their best mate makes their cock hard. This is a collection of erotic short stories from Cupido. The collection contains following short stories:"He was sleepy and hungover. He wanted to go home. The rhythmic sound of the train rang through the tracks. Ka-thunk. Ka-thunk. Hor-ny. Hor-ny. Hor-ny. The conductor stared at him." – by Manu Seppänen "Young, frustrated bike rider meets the man in the balloon and soars up high where everything is allowed!" – The Balloon by Leo "It was raining, and the courier was soaking wet when he arrived at the law firm to pick up a letter. Barristers have more than one use!" – The 12th Commandment by Gino G., Oslo -

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cupido
• Release date: Mar 22, 2021
• ISBN: 9788726350586

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The courier and the lawyer

The courier and the lawyer

Original title:

15.15. Ballongen. Det 12. bud.

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15.15

Av Manu Seppänen

12.07

I usually love travelling by train, but I'm tired and nursing a small hangover. Sitting for hours hurts. My head is pounding. The worst pounding is in my balls, down in my nut sack. It's as if all the force in the world has lodged itself at the root and pumped up a lazy half-erection from there. My cock is getting hard because of the rhythmic thunks of the train. Turned on by a wild party in a strange city. Horny because I haven't emptied myself in over a week. Hor-ny. Hor-ny. Hor-ny, the rails sing, and it resonates between my legs.

I can't read. I can't muster the energy to use my head. The crotch of my trousers is entirely full, so my member has ended up across my pubes, making its way up towards my stomach. Like a sleepy snake, only just awake.

Tickets, he says.

I take off my sunglasses, rummage in my back pocket, sit down again, while the conductor checks and stamps the tickets.

I absentmindedly note that my staff is approaching the waistband, that the head has swollen quite a bit, and is poking