Paddington

I was about to head back to school from a day in London. I did have a few minutes though before the train headed off, so I slipped into the men's room. I was always at least curious, and probably way more lucky than it seems like plenty of others have been.

There was an older white man there, who looked at me and smiled, almost as soon as I lined up to the urinal. He was attractive enough, but then he backed up and took my breath away. I didn't quite believe my eyes, and knew I needed to head off since it was getting late, so I looked one more time and headed out. The man's dick looked like it was two hand length's long, soft.

I left, then paused. Damn. Can the man's dick really be that big? I looked at the train schedule, saw that I'd have to wait almost another hour, but still circled back around to at least take another look, as all sorts of crazy thoughts kept going through my mind. How big must he be hard? The dude must be a top, no? How would he ever get that thing in someone, in any hole?

And I headed back in, now clearly sending a message that I was interested. I passed him on the steps as I headed in and he headed out, although he was clearly interested enough to look carefully at me, and smile again. He was a bit more outwardly gay than I was typically interested in, clearly not that concerned what others might think about him. That kind of confidence strangely attracted me as well, since I was out to no one, seldom engaged in any serious gay activities, often worried when I did, no matter how hard it was for me not to think about men, about as often as I could.

He slowed his walk, as if he might head back into the restroom. I was flustered, and headed out before I even entered. We circled back and forth outside the door, in retrospect pretty damn strangely, since we were the only two people around. He kept smiling. I couldn't really figure out what to do. He was like a spider drawing me into his web. And I was becoming more and more willing prey.

He slowly walked away, but he kept looking back at me. I thought of the train schedule, thought of how there were only a couple of trains left before I'd end up stranded in the city that night, and then thought of that huge dick.

Fuck. I followed him. He stayed about 20 feet ahead of me. Who knew where he was headed? And with every step I cared less and less. He continued to walk slowly, taking me to the other end of the train station, then down a track, then out of the station.

Once we were on the street he let me close in on him, but he seemed to sense my trepidation even more than I did. The distance between us closed to less than 10 feet. He kept walking, looking back, and smiling. With every step I committed myself more and more to seeing where this was going.

The street was dark. No one was around. I was both from out of town and a foreigner. I wondered where this might lead. I wondered whether my eyes has mislead me. I lived alone in a foreign country as a grad student. It was Saturday night. I wasn't much of a night owl. But damn. How big was that dick? And I kept telling myself I could always hightail it back to the station if I really needed to.

I was almost liking his smile by the time we arrived at what seemed to be his basement apartment. We couldn't have walked more than 10 minutes. My heart was still pounding. I had never done anything like this before.

He said hi as he opened the door for me. Voice unsurprisingly a bit too gay for me, although I was increasingly liking his smile. I continued to worry about time. I knew there was one more train, but after that I would be stuck in the city until something like 5 in the morning, or maybe a bit later since it would be Sunday.

He had a studio apartment. He hugged me, standing close to his bed. I really wasn't into kissing much. I kept wondering about his dick.

And then he sat down on his bed and started feeling me over.

This was not what I had been thinking of at all. But he was good with his hands, and had me hard way before I could reorient my mind to what was happening. I remained too flustered to react, other than just to let him undo my pants, and continue feeling me over as I got harder and harder.

When I got hard, I was probably around 8". If I was really excited, I might get to 8.5". It seemed like it was long enough and thick enough to almost gag a guy, so I could be easily enough flattered, although I was seldom courageous enough to just let things go.

This guy didn't really leave me that option. He only commented on how attractive he thought I looked, and how innocent, as he opened his mouth and started sucking on me.

Shit. His mouth was amazing, and he deepthroated me all the way to my pubes almost without any effort. Then he sucked on my balls, maybe the first time ever for me. And the length of his dick went further and further from my mind, although it was clear he was pumping it while he sucked on me.

He was amazing. Had I ever been with this old of a guy before? I was sure I had never been with one who was so gay-acting. And yet he controlled me entirely, as way sooner than usual I could tell I was about to cum.

He seemed to know even before I did. I had never been with a guy so prepared before. I shot. He swallowed. The way he swallowed made me want to shoot way more. And there I went again. And he met it again, and did the same thing again. I felt like I had shot 4 or 5 times. I wasn't sure I had ever shot more than 2 or 3 times before in one round.

He was not giving up at all. Fuck. Was I cumming a second time? I shot more. He swallowed it even more aggressively. What a crazy feeling. Almost like I was admitting out loud how gay I was. I shot another 4 or 5 times. I was panting. He was milking me like I was his damn cow. He even pulled his mouth off so I could see the last shot go onto his tongue.

I was never going to make the train. And I hadn't even seen his dick yet. He had caught me, as he drained every last drop of cum out of me. Then he looked up: "I'm tempted to bet you're a virgin."

How could he know that? As his right hand started rubbing my ass. Was I trapped? How would I ever make my train? Where was this going?

And then he ever so gently turned me around and kissed my ass.

My dick went hard, again, as his left hand continued holding it. He was even better at rimming, as his tongue licked my hole.

And then he inserted it. I had no control of anything. I still hadn't even seen his dick. And now he started doing the same thing to my ass that he had done to my dick, which almost felt like it could cum even a third time.

I grabbed the bed and surrendered. He kissed, licked, sucked. And then out of nowhere he told me to relax, and stop worrying about a train. Fuck. He even knew that?

He worked my clothes the rest of the way off, and then calmed me down. I was sure I had missed the last train anyway, as he pulled out his phone: "Jose?"

"You home? You want to share a cherry with me? Andre's there? Bring him."

And I still hadn't seen the damn dude's dick...