Uni Student on the Train

My heart was racing as I waited in the cold, dark railway station for the train to arrive. I knew exactly what was going to happen on the train. All day I'd been waiting for this. My pockets were stuffed full of paper tissues I'd grabbed from my best mate's uni room, because, although I'd been so incredibly horny all day, my brain was still working well enough to think through how I'd clean up the mess. 

The train arrived and I found a seat. Normally I'd try and get one at a table, but that seemed like a bit too out in the open for what I had in mind. For now the carriage was quite full, but most people, I imagined, would be getting off at the suburban stations, whereas I still had a two hour journey across country to go. 

As the train pulled out of the station and slowly made it's way through the city, I noticed the first obstacle to my plan. The window came all the way down to the level of the seat. My crotch was clearly visible to anyone looking in, and the lights inside the train would make sure I was clearly visible to anyone outside. 

My hard cock pressed against the inside of my jeans, begging for my attention. The horniness had taken over my mind and there was no turning back. 

Gradually the carriage got quieter as people disembarked along the route. I knew there was one final major station before an hour-long stretch in the country side with only one level crossing in a small village. Either a lot of people would get off at that last big station or a lot would get on, but I was going to take my chances and hope the train wouldn't get to crowded, so I could enjoy that final hour through the countryside as much as possible. 

Thankfully my bet paid off. Now there were only a few people left in the carriage, and no one behind me or across the aisle from me. Quietly I unzipped my jeans. By this stage my heart was in my mouth. I couldn't believe I was finally going to do it. I'd read so many stories on Solotouch about wanks on trains, and buses, and coaches; now I was finally going to do it myself. 

My cock felt incredible in my hand. The thrill of stroking it out in the open on the train was immense. I was sitting two rows away from the end of the carriage. At any moment someone could enter from behind and see exactly what I was up to. Plus, there was that level crossing through the village to go through, and thanks to the giant window, my cock was lit up for the world outside the train to see.

But I was so horny, and it felt so good. I sat back and closed my eyes and gently stroked myself to the edge. This wasn't going to be a quick danger-wank. I was going to enjoy this for as long as possible. 

The conversations continued further down the carriage, completely oblivious to my masturbatory bliss.

Finally I knew I better cum. I needed enough time to clean up and get back to normal before we hit the suburbs of the city at the other end. 

After giving my shaft so much attention, it was time to concentrate on my head. My cock was as hard as it's ever been, and throbbing with delight and anticipation. Finally, I let myself go. With my right hand I kept stroking, and with my left I grabbed some of the tissues from my pocket to try and catch some of the cum. Fuck! It felt so incredible. So intense. And the cum began to spurt and kept on spurting. 

I don't know how I managed to keep quiet enough for the rest of the carriage not to notice what was going on. It was one of the greatest cums of my life!

I kept stroking to make the pleasure last as long as possible. Finally, spent, I started to wipe the cum off my cock and my hand. I put my cock back in my pants, quickly zipped up my jeans, and wiped the rest of the cum from the floor and the back of the seat in front. 

Just as I stuffed the cummy tissues in my pocket, a sound came from behind me. It was the conductor, coming to do his final ticket check. If he'd been a minute earlier, he'd have had the show of his life.