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On The Train

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 30 Sep 1997 2 comments
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Some years ago I used to live on the south coast of England working in London during the week and travelling home at weekends. I was in my early 20's and still coming to terms with being gay. One Friday evening I caught the train from Victoria station as usual, and like so many other times the train was abolutely packed. I managed to find a seat by the window of one of the carriages and before long I was on my way, squashed in my seat and pretty much trapped by the other commuters. I put my head back and dozed off wanting the long journey to be over. After a while I opened my eyes and noticed that the train was much emptier, and in my section there was just the guy sitting next to me. He was about 6 foot tall with black hair and a beard. He must have been about 40 or so, and seemed to be engrossed in his book. I thought it a bit odd that he hadn't spread out to another seat now one was available, but didn't think much of it. I dozed off again, and when I opened my eyes once more I realised there was just me and this guy in the carriage. He seemed to be breathing heavily and glancing down I could see he had put the book in his lap, discretely pressing the spine into his crotch. I could see the bulge of his hardening cock through his trousers, and I wondered if it was the book or me that was causing the obvious hard on. I shifted in my chair, and opening my legs slightly moved my hands to my side so that he had a clear view of my packet, which by now was also getting hard. He didn't respond, even when 'adjusted' myself a few times, so after a while I got up to go to for a pee, and when I came back I made sure I had 'forgotten'to zip up my fly. As I sat down my open fly gaped open exposing my white briefs to the man's view, a few stray pubic hairs visible at the side. Sure enough the man began to openly rub his crotch, so I sat back and opened my legs further. He unzipped his fly and his cock sprung out from inside his boxers. It was about 7 inches, uncut and veiny, with a purple/red shiny head on it which was already oozing pre-cum. Even with a stiff cock his foreskin had enough overhang to allow him to work it back and forth. I slipped my cock out of my straining briefs and let him have a good look at it. It is is cut and not quite as big, but it was rock hard and throbbing gently. I ran the tip of my finger over my piss slit and licked the pre-cum from it, and then ran my moist finger under the ridge of my cock head, teasing it. The man struggled out if his trousers and boxers revealing a hairy groin and ball sac which was pulled up close to his thighs. He stood over me, slowly wanking his cock and I could smell his musty scent. All of a sudden he pulled my pants off, knelt down close and put the tip of his cock against mine, working the forskin over the end of his cock and up over my cockhead. Having been cut I had no idea what it felt like to have a foreskin rolling over your cock, and the sensation was blowing my mind. I was getting really hot and knew I would blow my wad very quickly, but then he eased off, so I reached over and started to play with his cock myself, rubbing the oozing precum over the tip of his cock. For the first time in my life I opened my mouth and swallowed his penis, feeling the head and veiny shaft against my mouth. I ran my tongue under his foreskin, stretching it and pushing it back. I started an up and down motion as he pulled and rubbed at my head, getting faster and faster. He bagan to rock in his seat, writhing as the sensations swept through him. Finally he pulled out of my mouth and shot his hot scented jizz all over my neck and on the seat nest to me. There was loads of the stuff everywhere. He flopped back into his chair and cleaned himself up. I wiped my self down with a tissue, then he grabbed my cock, wanking me hard. He spat on a finger and pushed my legs back to expose my hairy dark asshole. He gently probbed it, giving me time to get used to his finger before plunging it in, finger fucking my tight little hole. He then went down on my cock, sucking hard, and put a second finger in, fucking me ever more furiously,driving me completely wild. I could feel the cum rise in my hairy balls, and I had the most mind blowing orgasm ever, shooting ropes of hot sticky cum over the guy, in his beard and on his face. I was conpletely drained. I realised the train was slowing as it approached my stop. Somehow I managed clean myslef up and gather my bags together, but when I turned round to say goodbye the man had gone. We hadn't exchanged one word during the whole surreal experience. I'll say one thing.... I had no doubts about my sexuality after that!