Late night train encounter

I’m catching the last train from London to Penzance. It’s packed as we leave Paddington for the six-hour journey.  When I travel with my husband, we usually travel first class, but I prefer standard class when I travel alone. Much better eye candy in standard, fewer red-faced old men. Instead, there are lots of twinks and guys in their twenties.  

Being on a train always makes me slightly horny. All the guys to check out so many possibilities.  I do a talent check as I walk down to the buffet car.  Today, there’s quite a bit to look at.   I’m drawn to a guy wearing tradie clothes, dirty jeans and a hi-vis jacket.  He’s packing, I wonder what he’d be like as a fuck.  Another guy, chatting with a woman who I assume is his girlfriend, is wearing grey sweatpants. I can see the outline of something hefty in there. One fit young guy in his early twenties who looks like a surfer dude catches me checking him out.  I look up from his crotch to see him smiling at me.  I shrug; you got me. 

I return to my seat and watch TV on my laptop to pass the time. I’m sitting on the aisle seat to watch the talent walking up and down.

Later, as we’re leaving Liskeard, the train is getting pretty empty. There are only a couple of people still in my carriage. I see Surfer Dude from earlier. He’s moved down the train and sits a couple of rows from me. 

He’s wearing stonewashed blue jeans and a white tight-fitting t-shirt. Blonde-haired with deep, steely blue eyes.  His arms are not gym bunny huge but are muscled and damn sexy.  His legs are apart, and I check out his package again.  I can see two good-sized bollocks and the vague outline of his cock. I look at his hands, idly wondering how often he wanks himself with those. 

I return to watching TV on my laptop.  I look up again, and it’s just the two of us left in the carriage. This time, I catch him looking at my package. I squeeze my crotch and look at him. He smiles, subconsciously running his tongue over his upper lip.  

He raises his hands over his head and stretches out, his hands high above his head.  His arm muscles flex as he does so. Now that he's got my full attention, I lose all pretence of being nonchalant. 

He moves his hand down to his balls and gives them a squeeze. The squeeze turns into a stroke as he caresses his package.  I see the outline of his dick growing clearer as he starts to chub up. My dick is starting to push against my jeans. I grab it in my hand and squeeze it, making it grow harder. 

He looks me in the eye as he puts his hand under his t-shirt, causing it to ride up, giving me a flash of his abs. He’s toned! He reaches up and strokes his nipple. I decide to mirror him. I lean my head back, and a little moan of pleasure escapes my lips as my finger caresses the tiny nub. It gets hard, as are his, judging from how they show through his t-shirt. 

 

We’re pulling into Truro. I cross my legs and place my laptop over my bulge. It would be a bit embarrassing if someone else got on and saw me sitting here with a stiffy.  A bunch of drunk lads get on paying us no attention and moving down to the next carriage along. Leaving me and my new buddy alone.  The train leaves the station.  

My cock hasn’t gone down at all, and by the looks of it, neither has his either. It’s a while until the next station, and the guard is unlikely to be coming through.  This is fun and better than the TV I’m watching.  

I return my attention to my dick. It’s lying to the left, filling my jeans.  I take my finger and gently scratch my knob through the material. That feels good.  He’s rubbing his cock through his jeans again, looking me in the eye defiantly. 

He puts on a show; he reaches up and places his hand around his neck, throwing his head back, his Adam’s Apple prominent.  Next, he runs his hand down over his shirt, this time tweaking his nipple through the shirt.  All the while, his other hand is lying nonchalantly against his package, slowly stroking it. 

He begins to undo his belt, pulling the end through the buckle.  I have a real thing for watching guys unbuckle their belts.  (Airport security is such a turn-on).  I watch intently as he undoes the button and unzips his fly.  He pulls them apart to reveal he’s wearing blue boxer briefs.  His cock tenting to the side, it looks meaty.  It’s my turn to lick my lip subconsciously as I see he’s got a big spot of precum around his knob. 

He takes his hand and pushes inside his briefs, taking his cock in his grasp and wanking it.  

I run my hands over my nipples, and I give them both a good squeeze at the same time, sending a jolt of electricity down to my cock. I decide to provide him with a flash of my abs, and I pull my shirt up and stroke my stomach. The sexual tension between us is off the charts.  

I undo my belt, each move deliberate and seductive. I love the sound of the clink it makes as I unbuckle. I look up at him as I undo the top button of my jeans and then pull my fly apart.  My cock is tenting my briefs, stiff and proud.  I put my hand inside my underwear, grasping my cock and wanking it slowly.  I love a slow wank, especially inside my briefs, the material rubbing on my cock-head.

I look up from my hardon.  He’s now pulled his underwear down under his cock, his balls tight against the elastic.  His cock is hefty, I don’t usually measure cocks in inches, but I’d say he’s a good eight.  Man, is it hard? It’s a beautiful specimen, thick and long with a gentle curve.  His mushroom-headed knob is proud on top.  His dick looks so tempting, glistening with precum.  Half of me wants to get on my knees and give him a blowjob. The other half is finding it incredibly stimulating sitting here, watching him wank.

He takes his left hand and pulls his underpants firmly down; his balls hang low. He pulls his t-shirt up over his abs and behind his head.  His pecs are well developed and firm, crowned with nipples the size of pound coins.  He has tight abs framed by a beautifully defined Adonis belt, his happy trail leading from his navel to his cock.

He pulls his dick down, and it slaps back up, his balls jumping when he does so.  Then he takes his finger and wipes it on the top.  He takes his finger in his mouth and sucks it seductively, looking at me while he does it.  He pushes his finger in deep and holds it there.  His eyes locked with mine.  Then, he begins to move it in and out, mimicking blowing a cock.

I pull my underwear down carefully over my dick which is now as hard as it ever gets.  So fucking hard.  I pull my foreskin back from my knob and pull my dick upright.  I smear the precum on the tip of my glans, shivering with delight from the feeling. I take the shaft in my right hand and pull it up and down, the foreskin going back and forth over the head.  I look up at him, sitting there, staring at my knob, wanking himself slowly.

Fuck, I can see the guard moving down the train, two cars away.  I beckon to Surfer Dude and quickly pull my jeans up. I’m so turned on right now, but I don’t fancy explaining to my husband why I need to be collected from Truro police station.  The guard stops at the carriage next to ours; he’s dealing with the rowdy, pissed-up lads who got on earlier.

Whatever is going on, the guard seems satisfied and makes his way back down the train away from us.  I look at Surfer Dude. He’s grinning at me; he’s already got his jeans back down and has picked up where he left off, his legs apart, his cock still rock hard.  His balls move up and down as he wanks.  

I’m so hard and horny right now; the sexual tension between us is crazy. The train's rhythm, the danger of getting caught, the view of the hot guy in front of me.  All combine to make me want to cum and cum soon.

Surfer Dude smiles as I pull my jeans and underwear down again. I stare at his cock and his abs while I wank myself, my cock quickly returning to total hardness.  He begins to wank faster, and I do as well.  I feel my cum churning deep inside my balls.  I can feel myself about to cum.  I stop, taking my cock by the root and holding it, a bead of clear precum appearing at the tip.  I take it on my finger, and Surfer Dude watches intently as I lick it from my finger.  

He pushes his hips forward so that his body is almost level, pushing his dick up so it’s at ninety degrees to his abs. Then he lets it slap back on his stomach.  He takes it by the root, slapping it against his palm. He looks at me, running his tongue over his lip seductively.  He reaches for his nipples and twists them, pulling them away from his body.  His cock jerks as he does so.

He sits back upright with his arse over the edge of the seat.  He sucks on his finger and then takes it and pushes it into his ass.  He fingers himself, his hand flexing as he stimulates his prostate.  His cock flexes with each motion.

I grab my balls and pull them tight, away from my body, encircling them with my fist. That feels so incredible as I continue to wank my dick.  He watches me and then copies me. His balls are hefty and hanging low.  He pulls them away from his body and moans with pleasure.

I lightly tickle my balls with my left hand, then glide my left hand up the underside of my cock.  I gently pinch the top of my knob between my thumb and forefinger.  Stroking the bottom of my knob.  I then grab my cock with my palm, feeling it’s weight and girth.

He starts to pick up the pace, wanking his cock hard. He throws his head back and moans with pleasure.  He pauses for a second and then begins again.  He does this several times over, his breathing getting faster.  His muscled chest rises and falls as he breathes hard. Then he stops wanking, holding his cock straight down.  I watch expectantly, waiting for what happens next.  

Then it happens, cum erupts out of his cock, streams of it pulsing onto the floor.  I pick up the pace on my cock, wanking furiously.  My hand cupped at the end of my knob, ready to catch any cum.  I feel it building from the base of my taint. My orgasm hits.  My cock flexes as I shoot ropes of cum; some shoots over my waiting hand, but the rest puddles into my palm.  He watches me intently as I raise my cum filled palm to my mouth and lick it clean.  The delicious taste of bitter fresh cum on my tongue.

We both stuff our cocks away and get dressed.  I return to watching my TV programme. Not a word has passed between us.  We’re nearly at the final stop, I look up, and he stands to get his bag.  He passes me as he walks towards it. He stands for a second, looking down at me.  He grabs his package provocatively and gives me a grin. “Thanks, man, that was fucking hot”.  

Then, he’s gone.

Later that evening, my husband and I have a long slow wank while I tell him all about the hot surfer dude.