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Late Train Home

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 27 Jul 2005 0 comments
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by Oscar I work in the city and have to wear a dark suit on certain occasions. After finishing my business I had a few drinks before catching the last train home. My journey takes just over an hour and I was "mellow" from the alcohol. When I got on the train I dropped down in the nearest seat slightly sprawled and dosed off. About 20 mins later I started to come too as the train rocked along the track. I slowly looked through half closed eyes to see a man diagonally opposite in front sitting sideways in his seat with his hand in his lap looking at me. His hand was gently rubbing his crotch and as he did he looked around to see that noone else was looking in his direction then back at me and continued rubbing. He was obviously not aware I had woken up Wondering why he was doing this I glanced down at myself, while trying not to move, to see that I had carelessly left my zipper undone from my piss at the station before I boarded the train and my white brief bulge had pushed my black suit trouser opening apart. The man in his late 20's was watching my bulge and firtively jacking off, how kewl! This thought alone made my cock twitch and start to inflate. The man looked at my face, then around the carriage before looking straight back at my growing bulge while his hand slipped in the waist of his jeans and he pushed his hips forward to get better access to his confined cock. There was no pretence now that he was gripping his cock and jacking in his jeans. This was such a turn on that my cock started to snake in its cotton pouch to escape, forcing more cotton covered cock through my trouser opening. The guys head started to turn round like the excorsist to check that noone else could see him before he grabbed the waist of his jeans with his other hand and pulled then out and down to expose a bright red cockhead poking through a clenched fist. He was wacking it really hard and fast (probably scared and excited at the thought of being caught). Suddenly he shuddered and spat a long rope of cum across the aisle followed by 3 more shorter ones. Once he had come down from his orgasm he hastily composed himself and moved off from the scene of the crime. I sat up ,earranged myself and zipped up then had a prper look around. There were about 5 or 6 other people in the carriage. He sure was brave, but I loved it.