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Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 25 Aug 2002 1 comments
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by Oscar Recently returning home on a late train from a meeting in London, I was wearing a dark cotton, two piece suit, white shirt and dark tie. It was a mild night and I was both tired and horny. I sprawled in the seat, allowing my hot and sweaty balls to breath beneath my dark trousers in my white jockey shorts. After a moment I looked around to find I was on my own in the train compartment. My mind started to wander to sex and a memory of returning home one night on a late train when I had sat opposite a good looking, suited gent who had obviously had one too many. Slouched in his seat, he had his legs spread and his zipper wide open to reveal the bulge of his white briefs inside. I studied that bulge all the way home and it made my journey much more enjoyable, hoping he would throw a boner in his sleep. My exhibitionist streak now got the better of me so I decided to put on a similar show for someone else, only I was far from drunk. If I was confronted I could always plead ignorance! I unzipped and parted my fly opening a little to reveal my boxers as a possible lure, then shut my eyes and drifted in to sleep. I had only knapped for about 10mins and I slowly opened my eyes to find that a few more people had joined the train. Most were about two rows of seats away, but what caught my attention was a young Arab looking guy in the row diagonally in front, sitting sideways in his seat. His head was out of view, resting against the headrest, but his lower half was right in my gaze. His loose Khaki coloured trouser legs were spread slightly and his hand was cupping his crotch. As I looked his head popped into view, staring straight at my groin. He then saw I had opened my eyes and pretended to look further round, and then he went out of view again. I had pulled. I knew he could still see my crotch area from his view point so I did an extra stretch as if yawning and bent my knees while still spread so my fly opened some more. His visible lower half shifted in its seat and his hand, which had remained on his crotch, squeezed slowly. This was fun so I now decided to try something more daring. I twisted my lower body away from him, and shoved my hand deep in my pocket, as if trying to find something. This gave him a view of my cotton-covered arse. I clenched my cheeks as I thrust my hips forward and diagonally away from him. I then repeated this toward him, as if searching in the other pocket. When I clenched and thrust forward with my hand deep in my pocket it had the desired effect of stretching my fly opening more, as well as my boxer fly to reveal a patch of dark pubes. He shifted in his seat again and while squeezing his crotch he pulled down on it. All this cock teasing had started to have the same effect on me and I started to throw a boner. I now sat back, legs spread, as the shape of my cock started to pump out my cotton trousers and then snake across my left leg to end as a ridge across my thigh. The guy now had his hand in his pocket and was slowly trying to rearrange his own throbber to a more comfortable position. Once he had it in his grasp, in his pocket he started to slow jerk and popped his head out to look at me then back again. I now casually slipped forward so I was perching on the edge of my seat as if to search in a back pocket for something, still with my legs spread. This had the effect of baggying the material in my crotch area and my hardening cock was free to move toward my fly opening. My dick now pointed horizontally out from my crotch, it�s head still concealed by my trousers, but the shaft base was now visible through the opening in my boxers. The guy diagonally opposite shifted a bit more upright in his chair to get a better view, while his hand now slipped down the front of his waistband and gripped his concealed rod. He was less subtle as he tugged on his cock while his head came in to view once more and he looked up and down the carriage. I rhythmically started to sway my legs from side to side, gently giggling the fabric across my groin and brushing against the head of my cock. I was really getting off on this now and from a dampened spot that had appeared on the front of my Arab friends khaki trousers, so was he. Still perched on the edge of my seat dropped any pretence and I slipped my hand inside my open fly and grabbed my cock in my fist and slowly tugged while staring at my friend�s crotch. My new friend now copied and stared openly at my fisting with an excited yet half scared look in his eyes. With his full attention I now lent back sprawled in my seat, my hand still holding my cock in its grasp through the open fly. As I reclined my cock popped out of the opening and stood vertically up, glistening with precum. I raised my buttocks off the seat and slowly hand fucked myself as he watched and busily jerked himself in his stained trousers. Ooooh I was close now and my fist sped up, all the while watching my friend�s reaction. Just as I was about to explode I quickly withdrew a tissue from my pocket, sat upright and shot into the chair in front, three strong blasts then covered my knob head with the tissue and cleaned up. I looked across at my friend who, bit his bottom lip, shuddered and then realised what he had done as his damp patch suddenly grew. He withdrew his hand quickly, picked up a bag from the floor and started to exit with his bag placed over his soaked crotch. Guilt had got the better of him and lust had got the better of me.