It was the last train out of the city that night bound for the coast and was pretty deserted. It was one of those old-fashioned trains with no corridors so once you were in you were alone and no possibilities of being disturbed until the train stopped at the next station.
I clambered aboard, slammed the door and waited for the train to leave. There was no one else in the carriage so I reckoned I'd have a peaceful, fast journey. The train was non-stop all the way to the coast so I settled back to read a rather graphic book.
The descriptive writing was very arousing and I soon had a very strong, hard, reaction. A couple of times I had to adjust the front of my suit trousers.
A bit of background. I was 26, worked in an office in the city, commuted each day from my flat on the coast. I suppose I wasn't bad looking – 6' ish, brown hair, slim, always smartly dressed of course. At the weekends I partied in clubs and bars – gay clubs and bars.
The door suddenly opened as the train was preparing to leave "Just made it!" a breathless stranger said. I looked and smiled "Yeah and its the last train" I said. My first instinct at hearing the door opening was a sort of anger – I was not to be alone. As I looked up I saw that this might not be a disadvantage. The stranger was pure eye-candy.
A lad, just turned 18 I found out later, slumped down, He was dressed in shirt suit and tie – looking very smart.
He was about 6' ish too, blonde shaggy, curly hair, slim looking, fresh faced and innocent looking. His brown suit seemed to set off hos sexy looks.
He looked at his watch "Might just make the last bus, as long as we don' get held up!" "Never usually happens on this train" I responded "Usually dead on time". I went back to reading my book – my erection straining my suit trousers again.
I glanced across at him a couple of times – to irresistible not too. The third time I caught him looking at me, specifically my crotch. He rapidly turned to look out the window but I could see he was watching me in the reflection of the carriage. I could also see that the front of his trousers were distended.
I smiled to myself. No doubt a horny young lad and possibly gay. Unsure of himself. A boiling cauldron of hormones. I remembered those days.
"Work up in town?" I asked. "No, I was on interview. University". "Greta, what you looking to study?" "History". "You'll love it – both course and University. I know i did" "You do History at Uni then? he asked eagerly. I grinned "Yes best 3 years of your life - if you know what you want".
The chit chat carried on and I found out more about him, and he me. His name was Tim, He was just 18, lived with his Mom – dad had died a couple of years ago. He wanted to study History, Modern History, hated sports, except tennis and athletics but kept fit by walking everywhere.
The trip soon passed and I couldn't help but notice his trousers continued to show a bulge. He tried to disguise the fact by leaning forward elbows on his knees looking all earnest – and in direct line of sight of my own bulge. There was a definite sexual tension in the air.
For the first time for a very long time the train was delayed. We arrived after his last bus and he resigned himself to walking home. It turned out we lived in the same direction and we walked part of the way together. Again, I noticed the state of his trousers – the bulge still there.
We got to the road I lived on and decided to take the bull by the horns. "Take a break. Come and have a coffee." He looked at me with almost a smile in his eyes "Yeah? that would be cool. I need something to drink to be honest and I'm only going home to en empty house". "How come?" "Mom's away at my Grans for the week"
As we entered the flat I said "Coffee? or something stronger? I was going to have a beer". "He blushed "Beer – if that’s OK?" "Well you're old enough" I laughed. Another blush. "Make yourself at home, take your jacket off, tie too". I threw my own jacket and tie over a chair as i went to collect two beers from the fridge.
As I returned to the lounge I saw he had taken off the jacket, tie and his shoes and sat, almost sprawled on the sofa – his arms along the back and his legs slightly spread. I cold swear his bulge had grown and I detected a slight flexing. "Now there’s a sight" I thought. "Sorry" he said as he quickly sat up closing his legs. "Did I just say that out loud?" I wondered. "Hey, no problem. Told you to make yourself at home!" There was an impish look in his eyes now as he took the beer "Better not go that far!" he giggled. "What do you mean by that? I teased.
Now he was bright red. "I.....err.... usually hang around in just my shorts or boxers...." "When mum’s not around" he added quickly. "Yeah you don't want Mom to know everything about you" I joked. "Erm....no". "To be honest, I usually do the same or even naked" I admitted to him. There was definitely a flexing now.
I knew I had to take the lead. I started undoing my shirt "Do you mind?" "No" he stammered "Its your place after all...." "You can join me if you want" "Oh I'm not sure about that..." he gulped - even though he couldn't take his eyes off me. "Oh its OK. It ain’t like I ain’t seen it all before!" "You sure?" he said. "Certain" I said as I undid my trousers, let them drop and step out of them..
I now stood in front of him in just my briefs. My erection clearly visible. He gulped again and took a long swig of his beer "Only if you're sure" he said. "Look, no problems. Not as if anyone is going to see!" "No, I suppose not..." He then stood and started to undress.
First his shirt came off revealing a well developed chest – very firm nipples, a slight fuzz of hair, his pits and arms hairy. I nearly groaned but suppressed it. he he turned his back to me and lowered his trousers, stripping them right off. He wasn't wearing boxers but a pair of light blue briefs which showed off his perfectly formed bum. Another suppressed groan. As he turned back towards me I looked down at his crotch.
There was a few curly pubic hairs escaping from the sides ans top of the strained briefs. There was clear evidence of the boner he had ever since he got on the train. Not only was there a very satisfying looking bulge but also a large wet patch of, no doubt, precum. "Sorry" he said shyly. "Cant help it...." "No need to be sorry. See, I have the same problem" I said as I rubbed my throbbing briefs. I stuck my thumbs under the waistband and eased my briefs down, letting my dick escape. "God that feels better!".
I heard him gasp and sigh. "Take yours off if you want... No one else her after all..." He slowly, coyly, peeled off his briefs. It was my turn to sigh. He had a beautiful wild tangled pubic bush from which no protruded a sturdy 7" cock. He went to cover it with his hands. "No need to hide.." I moved his hand away. My own dick was now bobbing in appreciation of the sight of this naked lad.
Without a word, I let my hand caress his manhood. It was so smooth and slick. I couldn’t help match his own low moans. He looked at me, looked at my dick "Can I...?" "I was sort of hoping you would.." His hands were soft on my dick as he slowly felt it up, caressed it, stroked it. "That’s beautiful" he whispered. A bead of precum formed and he slowly massaged it into my bellend with bis fingertips. I almost blew my load there and then.
I now gently stoked his cock and played softly with his balls. He was groaning loudly now. I explored his taint, feeling his balls starting to rise. He was about to cum!
"Oh fuck!" he shuddered as he started to coat my hand. "Oh fuck! I'm sorry..." "What for?" i Smiled as I lifted my hand to my lips and lapped his jizz of it. "Sweet" I murmured. He looked so embarrassed and I knew his next move would be to run in guilt and shame. I took him by the hand "Come with me".
I lead him through to my bedroom, the duvet already turned down. "Lie down" He laid back onto the bed, his les slightly apart. I sidled onto the bed next to him, head in his crotch; cleaning the rest of his sweet jizz off him. All I could here was "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Fully cleaned, and now flaccid, I kissed his lips, forcing my tongue and his spunk into his mouth. At first he was hesitant, then he began slurping on my tongue, greedily searching out his own cum.
As we lay there I said "You want to stay the night?" He looked at me wide-eyed "Really?!" "Really" my hands wandered across his chest, stroking his nipples and working down to his pubes. As I took a nipple in my mouth he groaned "Oh, god!
His cock was hard again as I rushed past it to his balls and taint. Instinctively he parted his legs and my fingers explore his ass-crack. It was hairy, sweaty, moist with lust. I sought and found his hole, nestling in the fur. I stroked over it, around it, massaged it, his legs flailing with every movement. "Oh my god, Oh my god" he repeated over and over. I knew he was ready for the next level as I slid down his body and spread his thighs, seeing for the first time, his boihole flexing, quivering in excitement.
I used my fingers to edge his 'lips' apart and let my tongue dart in, slowly tongue fucking him. The cries of ecstasy echoed around the room, his body writhing, his hands n my head pushing me into him. "Oh fuck! Oh my god! Jesus, Yes! Fuck my cunt!" bounced off the walls as he experienced his first rimming.
He was now going crazy over the intensity of the sensations he was experiencing and I could see he was now in the throes of anal orgasm. His whole body was reacting to the stimulation of my probing tongue. His toes curled, his legs thrashed, he balled the sheets in his fist, his head thrown back, tossed from side to side. His body bucked and heaved, pushing his dilating hole onto my tongue. All he could say was "Oh fuck!, Oh fuck!" as he cried out in delirium.
I felt him tense, that rigidity just before the cum races up the shaft to escape those boiling balls. I briefly licked them to encourage them, my fingers replacing my tongue inside him. There was a strangled "Oh my god" as I watched him start to spurt his second load that night, a rich luscious load once again.
My head was at his crotch, my lips and mouth engulfing his pulsating, throbbing, jerking dick. First a small spurt then the full force of his orgasm propelled the flood of cum into my mouth, sliding down my throat.
As with his first load, he was copious in his production of cum. It ran down my chin and into his pubes – now a sticky, tangles mess of cum coated hairs. It was a stunning sight to behold.
As his orgasm subsided he collapsed exhausted. I lay by his side turning his face to mine. I could see that look of divine ecstasy in his eyes as I kissed his lips. Lips that now instinctively parted to let my tongue between them. The lust for cum now to control him.
"If you cum like that from being just rimmed... I bet there is a volcano brewing". He smiled and blushed "I'm a virgin" he said almost inaudibly. I had guessed he was. As school friend had tried once but it it was a disaster. Neither of them knew what to an as his friend had only just rested his cock on the hole and it exploded. They never tried again.
I slowly massaged his hole as I kissed him deeply. He moaned in to my mouth, then sighed, then gasped as I worked my finger inside of him. The moans deepened as I introduced the second finger, then a third. By now he was again writhing and thrashing around on the bed. Then I found his prostate. He went wild.
I knew that a little longer with the prostate massage and he would be begging to be fucked. The hornier he was the easier it would be on him to take his first cock.
I worked him for awhile, arousing him further and further. His own cock was running rivers of beautifully thick, sweet, precum. I scooped some up, tasted it. I scooped some more and smeared my dick with it, then added some to his hole. His eyes were wide and filled with lust as he said those words "Fuck me!"
He spread his legs wide "Fuck me!" he almost screamed. Lust controlled his every action, his every word. "Fuck me" he begged.
The sight of his fuzzy hole at the and of my dick was too much and I pushed hard. I was right though, the lust and preparation had made his boihole supple and easier to penetrate. I 'popped' his cherry with ease. A look of sublime bliss crossed his face as my tool entered him. He pulled my face to his voraciously kissing me, moaning, groaning in the pleasure of feeling cock in him for the first time. Each thrust from me and he gasped in delight.
His hole had been easy to enter but the fuckchute behind it was tight. I worked my way up it, feeling it first resist then open. As eyes were like saucers as I bottomed out in him and he clung to me in ecstasy. Then I slowly started fucking him.
Neither of lasted long. He had been so aroused his body needed release, his balls wanted release. He shuddered and I saw his cock jerk violently. His spunk was like a jet-wash hosing us down, speared all over our chests. That was enough for me and my spunk started to rise. I went to pull out. I had barebacked him in the heat of the moment but I wasn't going to breed him. In the end I had no choice in the matter.
His boihole gripped my shaft, trapping it inside him. His legs wrapped around me, pulling me into him. His mouth worked greedily on mine. The point of no return had been reached and I flushed his fuckchute with sperm.
I don' think i had cum so much for a long time. When I was finally allowed to pull out my exiting cock head was followed by a steady stream of cum.
As we lay in our post-orgasm haze he turned to me and said "Thank you...?" At that point we both realised we didn't know each others names.
