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The Train

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 03 Oct 1998 1 comments
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I have written before on this topic and since getting the positive response I have tried to replicate it and or go further. Well it's just happened and I must tell you about it. I travel every day on the train to work. The journey lasts about 50 mins and only makes one stops on route. The train is laid out with seating two chairs deep. A section with table and seats either side and all facing the same way like a plane with little table tops that fold down from the seat in front. Enough now about the layout. It was a warm day and I wore t-shirt and shorts. I boarded the train and sat at the rear of the carriage in the "plane" seats next to the window. Not long after boarding this guy gets on. Late twentys ,early thirtys ,shaved head t-shirt and shorts, nice hairy tanned legs, strong looking. He sits at a table seat diagonally opposite, facing me, takes his sandles off and puts his feet up on the seat opposite, giving me a slight glimpse up his shorts, I immediately spread my legs a bit to give him a look if he was interested. He did glance my way a couple of times. Then the train starts to fill up a bit more and this woman with two kids gets on and takes the three remaining seats at the table. Me and the guy looked at each other then smiled. Before I knew it he had excused himself from where he was sitting and came over to the seat next to me and asked if he could sit here as it would be quieter. "Not at all" I said. Like plane seats in economy, these seats have very little room and as he slouched in the seat our legs touched , so did our arms. He felt warm and I started to tent in my shorts so I got my newspaper out and lowered the little table on the back of the chair in front and spread it over my bulging lap. He had a magazine which he did the same with. The train departed full. For a while all I felt was his leg and arm pressing against mine. I decided to try something so on turning the page of my paper I brushed his thigh with my hand He didn't move away or flinch so I put my hand under my paper. First I had to re arrange myself as my cock was caught in the mesh of my shorts lining. Then I scratched my leg so the back of my hand rubbed against his leg. He seemed to press into my hand and then he too lowered his hand below his magazine and I grabbed it. I stroked his hand( as if giving him a hand massage) This was so horny, stroking this guys hand on a packed train. We then slipped hands onto each others legs and stroked the others inner thigh. My cock twictched and moved my newspaper. I looked across at his face and he smiled again. We both mirrored each others actions, now sliding our hands up the inside of each others shorts until I felt ball sack against the back of my hand. This guy had no briefs on. His balls were hot and smooth to the touch. All these actions were done slowly so as not to draw attention to ourselves. During the journey we took turns exploring each others arms, legs, and hands by touch, in great detail. Very firtively, slowly and sensually. We reached the intermediate station au route and more people got on so now we had people standing in the aile next to us while we felt each other under the cover of our papers. I can't believe I was oozing pre come in a big way and well on the way to loosing it and we hadn't even touched each others cocks. We caressed each other hard then light. As we reached our destination I had to at least feel his bulge. I slipped my hand up the leg of his shorts again and twisted my hand around so I could feel his cock. Looking at the other passengers I grabbed his helmet and squeezed. I heard a slight moan as I stroked his shaft a couple of times before withdrawing from his shorts with a small blob of precome on my finger. He squeezed me too as people left the train and I couldn't help myself I leant across and kissed him. He responded briefly and then pulled away. Someone must have seen but nobody said anything. As we got off the train I noticed his bulge and had to cover my own as I had a big wet stain on mine. As we walked down the platform he said he had to go and thanked me for a good journey. We smiled and parted.