Shit, that was close! I was drenched in sweat and plopped back into the last seat of the last train car for the journey from Lyon to Paris.
My cheap ass had of course chosen the 5:30AM train to save six euros, and now I was sitting here on three hours of sleep, hungover as fuck, and jittery from the anxiety of coming close to missing it. Outside, the train platform was a ghost town; the French apparently weren’t keen on getting up early, and could I blame them.
Food and wine had been fun for the study abroad stop in Lyon, but it was time to head back to my apartment in Paris, a temporary home away from Los Angeles. The other thing I quickly learned about transit was these god damn trains were not built for 6’3” guys (191 cm) because my legs were currently crammed in like sardines tucked into a can.
The train sat in silence for five minutes, stretching past our departure time.
Fantastic…I rushed for nothing…
Just two other passengers were way up ahead in the train car, both immediately diving headfirst into a newspaper or their phone. A nap called to me too.
As a ding came over the speaker, the door up ahead opened and an older guy, even taller than me and in a suit, rushed down the aisle and settled into the seat…directly in front of me…come on, dude, what the fuck!
I only got a quick look at him but he seemed weathered in the face, probably from overindulgence and stress that’d paid for the luxury looking suit. I rolled my eyes, wondering how I’d gotten so unlucky with the seat placement, but not bothered or motivated enough to move to any of the many open, unclaimed seats. Skipping out on the needed nap, I pulled out my phone and started flipping my finger upward through a series of pictures and videos.
Big fucking mistake…
The explore page was hot guy after hot guy after abs after…butt pic. Scroll after scroll of shirtless guys in their twenties. One dude even had his hand shoving down the front of his briefs to show off perfectly groomed pubes alongside his veiny V line. It was like the universe was feeding me the hottest stuff imaginable just to fuck with me on this stupid train.
Shifting in my seat, I felt my dick strain against the front of my underwear. The train didn’t help, creating even more movement and friction and getting me worked up.
Eh, fuck it. When in France, oui?
The guy in front of me was facing away, probably already asleep or thinking about some board meeting. I was in the very last row and would’ve had plenty of time to hide myself if anyone came back onto our car. I glanced around one more time and shrugged to myself.
As quietly as I could, the zipper came down, sounding to my anxious ears like thunder in the desert. The rush from freeing the goods in public, alone, had me rock hard by the time my seven cut inches finally popped out. It was nice to let my little guy breathe a bit; he’d been tucked in there all tight and nasty when I’d been sprinting to make my train. I gave him a little squeeze; my way of saying sorry to him, but promising my best friend that he’d be feeling a lot fucking better pretty soon.
I kept my shorts on and pulled out just the amount I needed. With my left hand on my phone and struggling to keep wifi as we moved along, my right started working up and down. It was dry and I had to stay quiet, but I’d never been one who struggled to get going; so much so, that this was probably the first of two or three times I’d jack it before the day was done. The slick sound was barely there under the sound of the train, but I could hear it. My breathing was next to raise, clearly picking up in volume, but probably not clear enough for anyone to figure out what I was doing.
The pics kept coming and I stroked a little faster. I’d always been a big time leaker, thankfully, so my little buddy was thrilled to partner with me and release all the natural homemade lube I needed to make him happy. A sick little part of me wished I would get caught; maybe not fully, but the rush of having to tuck away my big meaty dick in a panic made me even hornier.
I spread my legs a little wider under the seat in front, giving myself more room. My head was fatter than my shaft and it looked almost swollen from how horny I felt. I rubbed some pre-cum right into the bottom of the head for a second with my thumb and let out a more audible moan, smiling at how obvious it should’ve been to the guy in front of me. Not only did I want to cum, but now I wanted to edge myself through the public thrill.
I thought about the last dude I’d fucked back in LA, three weeks ago. He was this little twink named Calvin and despite having this basic, bony ass, he was that perfect kind of whiney twink who’d been born to take a dick like mine. When I’d bred him, he’d screamed so loud that I thought I was gonna wake up my entire floor. Maybe he was somewhere back in LA still letting my seed soak into his insides now.
The guy in front of me hadn’t moved the whole time. I could see the back of his head; the wavy dark-blonde hair and the smell of a flowery cologne. It was clearly expensive because it didn’t carry any of that extra tang that my cheap stuff did. I pretended that scent belonged to the guys on my phone and it brought them even more to life. Soon, I had to slow down to edge myself, otherwise I’d have busted on the spot, and this ride was way too long to finish just yet. Slowing down though, only made the slick, squishy sounds around my little guy even louder, but I didn’t care at this point if it was obvious. Or at least I thought I didn’t.
The man sitting in front of me suddenly spoke. Without turning around and with a deep, confident, combination of a French and German accent, he spoke up like he was amused. “Do you plan on finishing soon so I can fall asleep? It’s very distracting to hear a beautiful young man touching himself.”
I froze. Chills went through my body from head to toe.
Heart hammering, I snapped out of it and quickly tried to tuck my hard dick back into my shorts, but it just plainly wouldn’t fit. I cleared my throat, trying to sound normal, and awkwardly spoke. “I got no idea what you’re talking about, sorry…”
Still without turning around, the man spoke again. “Oh, please, I didn’t mean to interrupt you,” he said. “But I just couldn’t listen anymore without saying something. It sounds so wet that I would guess you’re carrying a very nice cock on top of being so handsome?”
My cock flexed subconsciously and let out a little bead of pre-cum. “I…uh…I’m…I…I’m sorry, sir. I thought that no one could hear me. The car’s basically empty, so I…I…thought….”
He cut me off, still facing forward. “The only apology I need is if you plan to stop.”
I blinked at the back of his seat. The risk of being discovered by the two strangers up front who had no idea what was happening behind them and this confident older guy telling me he wanted to listen to me jack off without even turning around was getting me even more worked up. I carefully went back to my dick, wrapping my hand around it again and starting to stroke with more intention; making sure he could hear the slick wet sounds as I stroked.
Fuck my phone too; at this point I didn’t even need it…
From the seat in front came a chuckle. “Good boy…”
My hand shook for a second, then I stroked even harder. ‘Good boy’ from an older, probably rich, man I’d barely even seen when he came on the train.
“Really work the juice in,” he said next, like he was giving instructions now. “Get it all over. I want to hear how wet you can make it.”
I obeyed without thinking, doing everything I could to give him enough sound to create an image in his head. I used both hands for a few strokes and dropped my jaw as I twisted my head with my left hand while stroking with my right.
While I was working myself exactly the way he’d told me to, he spoke again. “My name’s Emmanuel, by the way.”
“I’m Graham…” I whispered back.
The chuckle that followed was warm, like he was proud of me. “This is fun. You know Graham…I ended up divorced from my wife five years ago for this exact reason. We were together for twenty years but I just couldn’t keep my eyes and mouth off of beautiful young men like you.”
I was so turned on it was almost dizzying. He hadn’t even needed to turn around to have me like this and now he was casually telling me he’d wrecked his marriage because he couldn’t stop chasing dick.
Emmanuel’s voice came again, still confident and composed. “Would you like to play a game with me?”
I didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah. What kinda game?”
“Would you like to push your luck a little further on the train car?” Emmanuel said.
“Yes.” My answer was fast.
Too fast apparently, because I heard him chuckle again, knowing I was fully in his grip. “Why don’t you start with sticking a finger up what I assume is a perfect American asshole.”
I didn’t think. I just obeyed. Spitting onto my left pointer finger, I reached down into my underwear and immediately pushed it straight up my hole. “Ughh, fuck.” I grunted. I wasn’t a bottom but I’d had guys eat me out before, occasionally sticking a finger in, so this was slightly doable.
Emmanuel could hear my grunts, analyzing the sounds differently from when I was jacking off. “Ha. Good boy…” he said again.
The chase was on; I needed his satisfaction and compliments like water; it was a drug every time he told me I was doing well.
I pulled my finger out. “What next?”
I could practically hear Emmanuel’s smile. “Why don’t you suck on that finger that was inside you.”
I hesitated and scrunched my face. I hadn’t had time for a shower this morning so I could only imagine how it’d taste. But I knew it wasn’t dirty per se, and his wish was my desire. Lifting my finger to my face, I could smell it: musky and earthy. The bottoms I ran through back in LA always had this neutral, clean, flowery, scent…this was definitely not that…
The taste was horrible. It was sour and I had to hold my breath as I sucked on my finger. But somehow, it turned me on even more and my dick flexed in my hand yet again.
Emmanuel’s voice came again, amused. “How does it taste?”
I just whimpered again, louder this time, the sound breaking around my finger. He laughed, clearly entertained by my submission. I was getting close and I was ready now, about to explode all over the back of the seat. “I’m gonna cum soon, Emmanuel…” I told him with a gasp.
“No,” Emmanuel said firmly. “Not yet.”
I stopped jerking instantly. My hand froze around my cock, gripping it tight at the base, trying to hold back my orgasm. My whole body was shaking and begging to release.
He asked, still without turning, “Did you stop?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, my voice cracking.
“Goooood boy!” He was so satisfied with me. “You can finish soon, but we have a few more games to play.”
“Okay.” My word was simple, but it was clear that I was awaiting my next command.
“Pass your hand that you’ve been using on your cock through the seat gap.
I did as asked and felt a tongue lick the tip. Then it sucked down on my entire finger like he was blowing me. It turned me on so much that I almost came untouched.
“How does it taste?” I asked, mirroring his earlier statement.
“Lovely.” He chuckled. “I need you to do one more thing and then you may cum.”
“Okay, sir.” I said, fully in his grip. I’d never been one to be submissive, but I’d also never been ‘intimate’ (or whatever this was) with someone much older than me.
“Walk to the front of the train car with your dick out so I can get a nice look at it.”
I finally laughed out loud, unable to comprehend what he’d asked of me. “What? I…can’t…”
He didn’t sound offended. If anything, there was amusement in his tone. “Why is that, Graham? The only other two people in the car are both on the same side and completely unaware of their surroundings. You’ll be fine.”
My heart was already pounding from everything that had come before. The idea of walking the length of the train car with my dick completely out, exposed, was terrifying. And it was also something I absolutely had to try.
I hesitated for two full minutes, staring at the back of his seat. Then I took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and let my shorts stay mostly on, with only my hefty dick pointing out. Shimmying past Emmanuel’s seat with my body angled so my back was to their side, I tried to stay perfectly perpendicular. As I moved, the motion and rumble of the train made my cock wiggle back and forth, which somehow made me moan again; even the air was enough now to stimulate my dick.
The two strangers were close together on our side and as I passed by, I stayed even more steady in angling my body and twisting left and right as I move forward. If either of them looked up at the exact wrong moment they’d have seen a huge, cut American cock sticking out, but they stayed glued down. One had his nose buried in a newspaper, the other was scrolling on his phone with earbuds in.
I kept walking until I reached the very front of the car. The doors to the next car were closed and I was as far from my seat as I could get without leaving. Then, daringly, I turned to face backwards.
I was giving all three of them, Emmanuel and the two strangers, a wide-open, full frontal view of my bare penis. It stood out from my body, seven inches (18 cm) of cut meat. The two passengers still didn’t look up, totally unaware of what was happening right in front of them.
But Emmanuel did.
For the first time I got a proper look at his face from this angle. He was an older man, maybe in his mid-40s or early 50s, and pretty ‘dashing’. He had this wavy dark-blonde hair and a strong beard over a classically handsome Western European face. He smiled at me with clear satisfaction on his face and nodded approvingly.
I smiled back and flexed my dick twice for him, raising it up like I was waving to him. Emmanuel’s smile widened into a quiet laugh. I only stayed there for ten seconds because the risk was now way too high, even if the two strangers were currently oblivious to their surroundings. I turned back around and started retracing my steps, moving carefully, angling my body away from the passengers again as I passed them. Every step back toward my seat felt risky and I could feel Emmanuel watching me the whole way.
When I got close to his row again I stopped right beside him. He was now looking up at my face, as if our roles had reversed. My cock was level with his face from maybe a foot away and I held it there, offering it to him. I wanted him to lean forward and suck it. I wanted his mouth on me after everything he’d already done to me with just his voice.
Emmanuel looked at it for a long moment like he was studying it. He clearly liked it because his eyes and lips can quivering with interest. But instead, he shook his head and chuckled. “Not today. I have an important business meeting in Paris. I can’t afford to have my breath smell of cock when I arrive.”
My mouth slowly opened with surprise and I laughed to myself, sitting back down.
“You can cum now. But please don’t waste it.”
“Waste it?” I questioned, stroking myself again and feeling my climax build.
“Eat it.” Emmanuel said nonchalantly.
“I…” I thought about protesting but shook my head and laughed again. I sped up, feeling it get close.
Emmanuel kept talking. “That’s it. Stroke it for me. You’ve earned your release.”
His words pushed me higher. “Fuck,” I gasped under my breath.
Emmanuel’s voice stayed calm. “Cum for me. Let it out.”
“Fuck.” I grunted and exploded. My head jerked forward repeatedly as cum flooded from my cock head into my left hand, forming a thick puddle of semen. I was panting through it and by the time I opened my eyes again, I was holding what felt like a pound of thick, sticky liquid.
Then Emmanuel finally turned around in his chair, looking back at me for the first time the entire trip. “Enjoy your seed. It’s a beautiful gift.”
I hesitated for a second, my heart still racing from the orgasm, but I obeyed. I brought my messy hand up to my mouth and tasted salty, bitter, stickiness. I’d tasted myself before (who hadn’t?) but only a little…now, I gagged a little at the sheer volume and the weird intimacy of swallowing my own load. But I didn’t stop. I licked across my palm, gathering the thick puddle onto my tongue and every swallow made my nose turn up. I hated how weird it felt to be drinking so much of my own jizz, but I kept going because he was watching me with that calm, satisfied expression.
Emmanuel watched the entire time. When I finally lowered my hands, cleaned as much as I could manage, he smiled faintly and said it one more time. “Good boy, Graham.”
He reached into his jacket, pulled out a crisp business card, and held it out to me. I took it with shaky hands. He simply turned back around in his seat, facing forward again like nothing had happened at all as we rumbled onward towards Paris.
Eventually, I returned my sticky, soft dick back into my underwear. The two passengers up front still hadn’t looked up once.
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