I can't stop thinking about it. It all happened by chance yesterday, and I still feel the tingles from how electric the experience was.
I'm Nate, and for the past 4 months I've been training seriously for an upcoming marathon. I've loved running for about 10 years now, but I've never taken on a challenge like this before. I started off doing track and field, which led me to do my first 10km run. Over time I did other challenges varying in length, but the most I achieved was a half marathon.
One day I found myself sort of bored with what I was doing. I wasn't pushing myself the way I used to. I thought about what I could do to bring back the spark. Then it hit me - the only thing I hadn't done yet was a full marathon. With some more thought and research, I decided this would be the next big thing for me to conquer.
The marathon is only 2 weeks away, and I'm running between 30 and 35km each time. I feel ready. My body has adjusted to the more strenuous runs, and I'm giving myself a decent amount of rest time in between training days. One thing I love about this marathon is I feel my body looks the nicest it's ever been. I wasn't out of shape before, but because I'm burning so many calories I've become much more toned and lean. My thighs really show now, and my stomach is flat. I feel very sexy, which I would never have said before.
Yesterday was one of those days where everything felt right - I got a great sleep, I had a stress free day at work, the weather was nice, and it put me in a good mood. When I got home I changed into my running gear - my short black running shorts and my sky blue tank top. One thing I should point out which escalated the plot later is that I don't wear underwear. I feel much more free and relaxed without them. I took my time stretching and choosing a playlist to listen to. I packed my water bottle, supplements, money and my phone into my fanny pack, and headed out.
The weather was perfect for running - cloudy and cool. I ran and I ran, and everything felt just right. My body didn't struggle and I managed to keep a good pace. Because my mood was great and I was enjoying myself, I decided I would keep going. I was planning to do 36km altogether. Before I knew it I had gone 30km and I hadn't even turned to go back home. In hindsight, this was a silly idea, and things were about to drastically change.
I wasn't paying attention to the sky. If I had, I would've seen the dark clouds that had gathered. Without warning the first drops of rain came down. A minute later those few raindrops had become torrential rain. It just kept coming, and there was no sign of it stopping. The first few minutes made me chuckle, but after 10 minutes of non stop rain, I was very cold, and I was struggling to see where I was going. Everything was much darker due to the clouds. I knew where I was, but I was thinking about what I should do. There was no way I would be able to run all the way home in this weather. I was now 3 towns over from my place. Suddenly, I knew what to do - the train station was only 2 blocks away. If I got the train I would be out of the rain for most of my journey back.
I had stopped running, and I was walking sulkily. There was so much rain water in my shoes every time I took a step I could hear "squelch, squelch". My tank top and shorts were soaked, and my usual curly brown hair was now a floppy mop. I made it to the train station and purchased a ticket. I only had to wait 3 minutes for the next train. I never usually ride the train, so this was a rare experience. It was now dark and the rain was still coming down. All at once I saw a flash of lightning, followed by a roar of thunder. I could see the train lights in the distance. It pulled up to the platform and the doors opened.
I don't know why, but the train was jam packed with so many people. The woman standing nearest the door got off the train leaving a small space for me to get on. The doors closed and it started to move again. I looked up and right in front of me was a guy with very short hair. It looked like he had shaved it bald before, but it was starting to grow again. I looked him over as subtly as I could. I remember thinking he had nice skin. It's a weird thing to think, but it looked healthy with no blemishes, acne or pores showing. He must've been in his early 30's. He was wearing a full suit and white shirt, and the thing that stood out the most was his eyes - they were a mixture of piercing blue and grey, which made them look like ice.
When he saw I was looking at his eyes, I swear I could see his lips turn up in a slightly cocky smile. It was almost as if he knew I was checking him out. The train pulled up to the next stop and the doors on the opposite side opened. No one got off, but 3 more people got on. There was some pushing to get on board, and the next thing I knew the guy with the icy eyes was pressed up against me. We were now chest to chest, and neck to neck. I could see him out the corner of my eye, and he could see me too. He took a deep breath in, and then breathed out through his mouth onto my neck. I got goosebumps, and I swallowed nervously.
There was something so burning about this moment. I felt like everyone was watching us, but in reality everyone was busy looking at their phones.. He breathed in again and out onto my neck. The body contact, the breathing and the heat really got to me. I was starting to get hard. Inch by inch I continued to grow. I'm 7 inches, and from the feel of it at least 2 of those had crept out of my shorts. He could feel it and he smiled, but he didn't make direct eye contact.
He breathed in and out again, and then he really made a move. He took one hand, and discretely pulled the leg of my shorts up so more of my hard on came out. I was paralyzed with the fear of getting caught, but at the same time my body was electric with excitement. He grazed my boner with the back of his hand, then used his fingers to tickle my balls. My dick twitched and precum started to come out. He smiled again. He knew what he was doing, and it was like he was mocking me with his every move.
He kept touching my balls. His hand was warm and he knew how to apply just the right amount of pressure to make it feel good. I was so turned on that I let out a very quiet moan. He silently laughed, and shook his head as if to say "Don't get us caught". He then took a grip of my dick and started jerking it. I could feel that he was fully hard now. I was so scared, but I mustered up the courage to move my hand and feel it. It feel about the same length as mine, maybe an inch longer, but definitely thicker.
He started moving his hand faster with the jerking motions, and I knew that pretty soon it would be game over for me. I made eye contact with him. He caught my eye, and he knew what I was telling him. He doubled the speed and the technique, the warmth and everything else about the situation sent me over the edge. My body tensed, my balls and stomach tightened and it was the point of no return. I came hard - onto his hand, down his suit pants, and onto one of his shoes.
The train was getting ready to stop at the next station. Without hesitation he quickly pulled my shorts back over my dick, reached into his pocket, and handed me a small card. Then the train doors opened and he got off. Shortly after the train was moving again and I was just standing there in disbelief of what had happened. I looked at the card. It was a business card with his name, phone number and email address. Did this mean he wanted me to contact him to meet again?
The next stop was mine. I got off the train. Luckily the rain has stopped now. I walked home, took a shower, made some dinner, then got into bed. I kept thinking about him. What happened on the train was wrong on so many levels, but I felt alive and I've never came so hard and fast before. Eventually I drifted off to sleep. I woke up this morning still thinking about him. I'm still in my bed. I have my phone in my hand and I keep trying to think what to text him. I want to see him again. There was something so right about the chemistry and what he did to me. I want the message to be obvious but not too much, in case someone else accidentally reads it.
Okay... this is what I just sent him "The train was packed. Again?"
I hope he replies...
This is my first story. I'm more than happy for people's feedback. Should I write another part for this story? Thanks for reading!
