I had a two-hour train journey to make. Not expecting any action, I settled down in the deserted end carriage, just an old couple at the front, with my headphones on, and drifted off. At the next stop, a young lad, about 19 or 20 got on. With an empty carriage to choose from, he sat opposite me. He had a baseball cap on backwards, a Nike T-shirt that was too tight for him, showing off his impressive torso, and loose, jogging shorts, bulging nicely.
The train moved off, and after a few minutes, he slid down the seat a little. I could now see the end of a growing, uncut penis. My dick reacted accordingly. I guessed he was teasing me. He slid a little further. Most of his cock was now on show, fat, and bending down. I had to adjust myself. The brazen guy pulled it right out of the left leg hole and began stroking himself, staring me straight in the eye, so I thought what the heck, and pulled my dick through the flies of my jeans. We were now watching each other jerk. He motioned for me to suck him, so I knelt in front of him. He slid his shorts down to his ankles, giving me full access. I cupped his sack and began to bob up and down. Holding me by the ears, he face fucked me, making me gag. My own dick was dripping precum. I so wanted to wank, but concentrated on the cock in my mouth. I relaxed my gag reflex and deep-throated him. Feeling his balls start to rise, I gave them a tug to stop him cumming too soon. I took him to the brink several times, until he could hold out no longer, and I received his load. I put my own penis away, saving it for later. He pulled his shorts up and put some music in his ears. Not a word had been said. About an hour into the journey, he got up to go to the toilet, and beckoned me to follow, which I did as if on auto-pilot. Inside the locked toilet, he broke his silence, but only to say, "Can I fuck you?" My eyes answered for me. I dropped my jeans and boxers, and leaned over the toilet, with my legs apart. His tongue on my hole only made me want him more. Bracing myself, he positioned himself and pushed in to the hilt, then, holding me by the hips, began to pump. Having only cum recently, he thrashed away for ages, hitting the spot every time. Twenty minutes in, and I shot my load unaided. He banged me even harder and pulsed 7 or 8 jets into me. He softened and gave me his wet dick to clean, then pulled up his shorts. and left. I tidied myself up and returned to my seat. He smiled and gave me a note with his phone number on. He left at the next stop. I texted him to say thanks.
I arrived at my destination, planning to go on a spending spree, but needed a piss before I left the station. I thought I may as well try it on, and stood at the end of the urinal playing with myself as usual. Nothing happened for about 10 minutes. A smartly dressed man came in, and while having a leak, gave me the eye. We were soon in a stall, me doing what I like to do best, licking the last drops of wee, before sucking him to completion. Still only mid-morning and I'd sucked two and been fucked.
I tried to resist, but had to check the app on my phone. It immediately flashed up several guys in the vicinity. Forgetting the clothes shopping, I went shopping for cock. The first guy was an accountant. He'd instructed his secretary to show me straight in. He locked the door, and we kissed, his snake like tongue exploring my mouth (something I don't usually do). He actually asked me if I wanted to suck him or be fucked. I just dropped my jeans and boxers, which had a damp patch from the earlier shag. He told me to be quiet and bent me over his desk. A photo of his wife and children looked at me as he penetrated, holding me and fucking like a stallion. Again, I cleaned the wet penis, and I saw myself out.
On to a newsagents. The elderly shopkeeper looked too old to want sex, but he put the closed sign on and locked the door. We went into the backroom. Far from being too old, he undid his bracers and dropped his trousers. A truncheon of a penis poked through the fly of his loose boxers. I knelt and cock worshipped, relieved that I'd already been opened up twice. I slobbered on it, making it as wet as possible, then dropped my jeans and leaned over his table and bit my lip. With no finesse, he rammed home. I managed another erection as he pounded me relentlessly, and didn't stop until I had been bred again.
By the end of the afternoon, two more men had fucked me, and five had put their loads in my mouth. I went for a beer, with my hole seriously leaking. And headed home.
Two stops down the line, the same lad got on the train that had fucked me earlier. he grinned and sat opposite me again. Within minutes he had his dick out, giving me the eye, he knew I wanted it. I went to the toilet and waited, but not for long. Surprisingly, he kissed me, the second time that day, and undid my jeans. They dropped to my knees. He felt the back of my boxers, that were wet with spunk. "You've had a good day by the feel of it". He put both hands on the wet material, and ripped them apart. I was past caring, I just turned around and let him do the business, sliding into my cum-filled hole. In a repetition of the morning, he fucked me with all the stamina of youth, humping me as if he'd never had it. I jerked myself to another orgasm as his babies mixed with all the others. Another cock to clean. Returning to my seat, my phone went. The text read, 'Thanks, love Teddy xxx'. Maybe we'll meet again.
