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Cummuters! A true story

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By ShiremanUK The 7.20 was already crowded as I got in, and not for the first time, I cursed my parents decision to move out of town to live in the leafy suburbs. The move had condemned me to the daily awfulness of a train journey to school in the height of the rush hour. They had both worked hard to keep me at my prestigious City school after I had won my scholarship and as I had just turned eighteen and in my final year, a move to a more local college was clearly out of the question. I walked down the aisle, looking along the silent rows of commuters, searching for a vacant seat -no chance of that, of course, so I took up my usual place against the end wall of the carriage as the train lurched forward on its long journey to London. Station followed station and the coach filled at each stop until I was crammed tightly against the wall by the crowd. Facing me stood a young man in a smart business suit, holding a raincoat draped over his clasped hands. We were pressed so close together that I could feel the back of his hand occasionally brush against my groin as the train bumped and jolted along. I was going through that post-adolescent phase that all young men experience, when their cock tends to misbehave at the slightest stimulation -always at inconvenient times like this! True to form, my errant cock began to stiffen so that it pressed lightly against the sharp knuckles of the young City gent standing in front of me. Blushing with embarrassment, I glanced at him, careful to avoid his eyes, but they were gazing absently out of the steamy window. If he had noticed my pressing problem, his expression gave nothing away. I tried desperately to think of other things, but the insistent rubbing was too stimulating to ignore and my tight jockey pants slowly turned into instruments of torture, bending my wayward cock in directions it was never designed to go. When my travelling companion moved his hands slightly under his raincoat, I assumed that he was just making himself more comfortable, until I felt his fingers deliberately trace the outline of my bulging crotch. It was certainly no accident and I ought to have turned away, or blocked his blatant exploration with the bag I was carrying, but by then my curiosity wasn't the only thing thoroughly aroused! I looked around nervously, but there was no obvious sign of movement from under his raincoat -not even the closest passengers would see anything untoward. The realization that they were totally oblivious to my erotic adventure only added to my growing excitement. I glanced at my tormentor in amazement -what would he do next? My imagination was running unchecked and I knew that I had to find out. I took a deep breath and edged forward slightly, surrendering my rigid cock to the thrill of his secret exploration. Encouraged by my response, the young businessman glanced at me for the first time and gave me a slight nod of approval, but my shyness overcame me and I blushed and turned away from his steady gaze. I felt a slight tug as my zip was slowly pulled down and my skin flinched as I felt his cool fingers scrabble over my pubic hair. They reached upwards until, with a single deliberate movement, the waistband of my pants was stretched downwards and hooked underneath my balls, so that my rigid cock could spring free onto his waiting hand. I'm not circumcised, and even when I'm aroused, my foreskin covers the head of my cock, forming a little puckered crest over the tip. There was a moment's pause while he wrapped his fingers around the shaft and I trembled with excitement as the skinny sheath was gently rolled down to uncover the smooth head beneath. All around us, the tight press of bodies moved in unison, dancing to the jerky motion of the ancient train but I soon forgot all about them as he began to masturbate me slowly. The sensual touch of his gentle fingers was so different from the clumsy fumbling of with my school friends that I began to drift into a delicious lethargy as the miles went by. It was far too good to last, of course, and all soon, a long rumble of brakes brought me down to earth again -we were coming to the end of our journey. Just a few yards more and I might have given the railway cleaners a really messy job! With some difficulty, my fellow traveller quickly tucked my disappointed cock back into my pants and I heard a quiet "zeep" as my fly was drawn closed once more. The young man gave me a conspiratorial grin and turned away without a word as the carriage began to empty. I followed him down the aisle, holding my bag in front of me, certain that everybody would notice my flushed face and the prominent bulge in my crotch. But I needn't have worried -they were far too intent on getting to work to be interested in my youthful display of virility. As I walked out of the station, both my excitement and my erection began to subside and I began to reflect upon my incredible journey. In fact, I daydreamed of little else for the rest of the day, and my obvious lack of interest in my studies was the subject of more than one sarcastic comment from my tutors. The last lesson of the day was history, a subject I usually looked forward to -but not for its subject matter! As the teacher droned on, my best friend gave me a nudge in the ribs and I felt his hand reach for me under the cover of the desk. Safe from discovery in the back row, our pleasurable sex play had been a regular treat for us ever since our days in the Fourth Form. We would even prepare for it beforehand with a quick trip to the lavatories to slip out of our confining underpants and leave the way clear for some stealthy groping. Normally, I would join in with enthusiasm, but I was still enthralled by my morning adventure and somehow I could not get in the mood. I smiled back apologetically at my friend's puzzled glance and for once, tried to concentrate on my history book. It seemed an age before the bell announced the end of the school day and the classroom began to empty. My friend gave me an angry look as he gathered up his books and he left quickly without saying a word. I suspected that he was off to relieve his frustration before going home, so I made my way to the station alone, impatient to see if my fellow traveller was on the evening train. There was no sign of him that evening or the following morning when I scanned the draughty platform and I resigned myself to the fact that it had been just a chance encounter. When the yellow nose of the train finally eased into the station, I boarded the crowded carriages without enthusiasm -it was going to be yet another boring, uncomfortable journey. A whistle sounded outside and there was a sudden flurry as a few last-minute passengers scrambled in and I could see him edging his way down the aisle towards me! I gave him an imperceptible nod in reply to his enquiring glance and the train had hardly started off before he reached for me under the friendly concealment of his raincoat. I grinned at the little gasp of surprise he gave when he discovered that I was wearing nothing underneath my uniform trousers. I had remembered yesterday's history lesson and my jockey shorts lay neatly folded in my sports bag, leaving my cock unrestrained and eager for his attention. Much as I wanted to, I was too timid to attempt to reach for him in return -and in any case, his coat wouldn't cope with two wandering hands! His cool fingers roamed over me, tweaking and teasing at my cock and balls and making me fidget with sheer pleasure. Compared with my initial shock and surprise of the day before, I was feeling much more at ease and it was only partly to disguise our actions, that we began to chat easily, like old friends. I learnt that his name was Simon and that he worked for a Japanese banking house in the City. It also turned out that he was an old boy of my school and he had noticed me several days before, when he had recognised my uniform. I couldn't resist asking him whether it had been by accident or design that he had ended up standing in front of me the day before. He gave me a playful tug on my cock before answering with a grin. "What do you think?" The days went by and I began to look forward to my morning journey with growing eagerness and was almost disappointed when the weekend approached. From our daily conversations, I gained the impression that Simon was as keen as I was to progress our relationship further, but his working day didn't coincide with my shorter school hours, so the possibility of an evening meeting was unlikely. Despite our easy relationship, I still hadn't enough self-confidence to completely relax on the train and I became more and more desperate to find a way for us to meet somewhere in private. That night as I lay in the darkness of my bedroom, seeking comfort in my usual bed-time wank, I imagined myself exploring my new friend's slim body for the first time. But even as I panted and writhed on my bed, I realised that my mind was far too occupied in turning my fantasy into reality for anything to happen. My aching wrist dropped to my side and I slumped back on my pillow with a frustrated groan, staring moodily up at the reflection of the street lights on the ceiling. It was then that inspiration struck me -it was so simple! I smiled happily as my hand reached for my neglected cock once again and a few minutes later I drifted into a deep, satisfied sleep. * * * * * * * * * * The next day, I swung my schoolbag in silent glee as I walked to the station. I could hardly wait to tell Simon of my mind was busy working out the final details of my master plan. I am quite musical by nature and had taken advantage of the school's famous music department by learning to play the clarinet. My lessons took place every Monday evening during term time, which meant that I had to catch a later train home. I already knew that Simon's train was even later, but I was sure that I could waste enough time to ensure that I could travel back with him. His eyes lit up when I explained all this to him. "Platform four -first coach on Monday" he murmured as we parted reluctantly for the weekend. Monday at school passed in a daze of anticipation. I had seen Simon briefly on the morning train, but our usual corner had already been taken and we had no opportunity to indulge ourselves. I was too elated to be disappointed and I smiled as I lifted my clarinet case over the packed mass of bodies that separated us. Simon raised his eyebrows enquiringly and I saw him mouth silently. "Tonight -OK?" As I nodded my reply, I could feel my whole body quiver at the thought. * * * * * * * Doctor S. was pleased with my progress as I tackled a particularly difficult piece of Mozart, but as my fingers fumbled over the keys yet again, he murmured. Encouragingly "Conzentrate, conzentrate." But my mind was far too occupied with other things than dear old Amadeus. When I offered to stay on to practice the passage a little more, Doctor S beamed with pleasure and readily agreed. He was a nice old boy and my conscience pricked me as I contemplated the real reason for prolonging my departure. The rush hour had almost finished as I walked down the platform to the first coach of the waiting train and I was pleasantly surprised to see that it was nearly empty. To my dismay, there was no sign of my erstwhile travelling companion and I sat, frustrated and angry, as the guard's whistle blew and we moved slowly out of the station into the darkness. Unlike my morning train, this one had corridor coaches and I decided to walk along its length in the faint hope that I might have misunderstood Simon's instructions and would find him in the first coach at the back. I had just reached the connection to the next coach when a sharp tap on my shoulder made me jump with surprise. The toilet door had opened slightly and I saw Simon's grinning face peering through the crack. I took a nervous glance around me and stepped inside and we stood crammed close together in the tiny cubicle. I had waited all weekend for this moment and wasted no time in undoing my belt and opening up my trouser fly -needless to say, I was wearing nothing underneath them. Simon looked down at his smart blue pinstripes and smiled invitingly at me and my fingers trembled with excitement as they reached down to undo the fastenings. The sight of his flamboyant boxer shorts made me grin -I hadn't expected to see those under such a smart suit -still funnier was the way that the printed face of Mickey Mouse was stretched into a grotesque shape by the prominent bulge in the front. I hesitated, suddenly overcome by teenage bashfulness. I had never seen a fully-grown adult cock before, let alone hold one, and I was awestruck by the step I was about to take. Sensing my indecision, Simon hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and Mickey and Co. dropped to his ankles, revealing his splendid manhood to me for the first time. Naturally, I had expected it to be larger than my own youthful member, but its sheer size held me enthralled -were all men that big? With no foreskin to cover it, the broad mushroom-shaped head of his penis looked several sizes too big for the shaft underneath, almost as if it had been stuck on as an afterthought. "I'm Jewish." He explained with a slight grin, lifting it up for my inspection. "They do this to their boys. I was too young to have any say in the matter!" My inhibitions vanished at the sight and I wrapped my hand around the rigid shaft and experimented with a few masturbatory strokes. My hand was sweaty with excitement, but even so, I could feel my fingers rasping against his skin. Simon winced and murmured. "Not like that, please. It's too painful. Let me show you." He sat down on the seat of the tiny toilet and cupped both hands around my buttocks, drawing me towards him. I leant forward nervously, wondering what he had in mind. Only a few weeks before, I had sat smirking at the obvious embarrassment on our headmaster's face as he explained to us the mysteries of sex and the dangers surrounding adolescent boys in the big city. What would he think if he could see me now? Of course, I should have been more wary of this comparative stranger, but my curiosity had been roused to fever pitch by our brief meetings and I had been losing interest in those youthful sessions with my school friends for some time. Simon leaned forward and took my stiff penis between his lips, making me gasp with surprise as it slid easily into the slippery cavern of his mouth. I had been fascinated by pictures of oral sex and wondered what is must feel like, but I suspected that my school friends would frown and consider me 'queer' if I had even suggested it to them. The sensation of Simon's tongue as he began to suck greedily on me made me feel giddy with excitement. This must be what it feels like to fuck a girl, I thought, and all kinds of erotic pictures from my well-thumbed magazines flashed through my mind. I seemed to lose all control of my body and my hips began to buck rapidly back and forth of their own volition. I forgot all about the grubby cubicle and the jolting roar of the train as I began to sweat and pant on my exquisite quest for fulfilment. Suddenly, the provocative pictures vanished from my mind and I passed over the brink into sheer ecstasy. I had never experienced such a devastating climax before and I gave a shrill yelp as I felt the tip of my cock slip easily out from its sheath onto Simon's rough tongue. An instant later I felt my balls suddenly constricted as they shot my jubilant sperm into Simon's eager mouth. For what seemed an age, I stood numbly, with my chest heaving and my knees trembling uncontrollably as if I had just finished a long race. Simon swallowed hard before letting my softening cock slip limply out of his mouth. He stood up slowly and I felt his enormous cock brushing against my belly as he turned me round and sat me on the seat. "My turn now." He whispered hoarsely. * * * * * * * I opened my mouth wide as Simon pressed the tip of his gigantic cock against my lips. It seemed to fill my mouth completely and I almost choked on its enormity as he pushed it further in. I could feel the ridge around his broad cock head rubbing against the roof of my mouth, making it tingle. Instinctively, I pressed my tongue upwards, hard against the fleshy lobes to hold him as tightly as I could. By now, there was little sign of Simon's usual self-control; he had thrown his head back and I could hear his breath hissing fiercely through his tightly clenched teeth as he began to slide his cock back and forth. Very soon, his rhythmic strokes became more jerky and uncontrolled and the muscles around my mouth ached as I tried to keep pace with his frantic lunges. Without any warning, he gave a loud grunt and I felt the back of my throat stretch as his massive cock head seemed to grow twice its size. I felt a sudden warmth filling my mouth, forcing its way past the massive obstruction so that some dribbled past my lips to drip slowly onto the grimy floor. I can't say that I enjoyed my first taste of male cum -its slimy consistency felt alien to me and I began to gag as it still seemed to pulse on forever, filling my nose with its warm musky tang . When the hot, throbbing jets finally ceased, I pulled my head away in distaste and spat copiously into the tiny steel bowl mounted on the wall beside me, wondering uneasily what to do next. My sexual cravings were already fading and I began to feel self-conscious and guilty. Simon must have noticed my reaction, for he gave me a sympathetic smile and hugged my head close to his smooth belly, as if he wanted to share in my moment of adolescent angst. He was only a few years older than me, so perhaps he too, was remembering his first encounter. I sat on the cold plastic seat, slowly recovering from the thrill of our first real encounter until Simon pulled away from me with a gasp of alarm. The reason for his haste became apparent as I saw the gleam of lights through the frosted glass window and heard the scraping roar of brakes beneath our feet -we had almost arrived at our destination. We pulled up our clothes and tidied ourselves quickly before Simon gave me a brief smile as he cautiously opened the door. The train had almost stopped before I followed, secretly praying that nobody had noticed that the toilet had held two occupants for all the journey. But I needn't have worried: All I saw was a sea of newspapers and the strained, blank faces of commuters lost in their own thoughts. Clearly, they hadn't enjoyed the journey as much as I had.