The Train

The Train

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Submitted: December 04, 2016

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Submitted: December 04, 2016

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It had been a long day. We climbed aboard the train home south, the hubbub of noise as people organised themselves for the impending journey. A ragtag group of business people and visitors to new experiences, all about to commence the 2 hours to our destination in the Smoke.

David crammed himself against the window, being gentlemanly enough to allow me the aisle and a slightly bigger leg room. Crushed into our seating area, covered by our jackets. Our bags overhead, one of the straps rocking as we started to motion forward. 

Idle chatter soon gave way to gossip, our salacious natures taking over as we killed time. Various office flirtations were reviewed, dissected and wild conclusions drawn as we travelled through various nondescript grey towns.

As the sun turned the sky the colour of orangeade, suburban towns gave way to to the countryside. David started to give colour commentary, creating outrageous flights of fancy to amuse ourselves. Strange tales of warped practices and imagined medieval custom bringing laughter to our lips.

He pointed out what appeared to be a burnt out mill, and as I lent across him to see, my hand rested lightly on his thigh. I felt the outline of his hardness against my fingertips. Felt it shift as my hand remained there.

I smiled. I could feel the smile having an effect on him, David shifting in his seat as he continued his tall tale. He tripped over his words and cheeks reddened. My hand climbed upwards towards his fly, slowing drawing it down under the noise in the carriage.

As his hardness was released, I took him in hand, slowly rubbing his tip with the flat of my thumb. 

He paused.

"Go on," my hand encouraging him to continue.

I felt him growing harder, his pulse quickening as I shifted my hand around his engorged cock. He continued to talk, his voice now stattaco as I sped my hand up under cover of his jacket. I knew this wouldn't take long..

Rolling his foreskin around his helmet, I saw him struggle to remain calm. Tugging him harder I felt him shake as he emptied himself in my hand. Breathless, he slowly readjusted himself before we rolled into the station. 

............

As I lay on my bed, i tasted him on my fingers as I brought myself to orgasm 

 

 

 

 


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