This is a true account of an encounter with a young man on a train. Only the places have been changed to preserve anonymity.
I live in the South of England, in what is known as the `West Country', and I had to take the train from Taunton to Leeds one Friday evening. It was going to be a long journey, leaving Taunton at about seven in the evening, and travelling through Bristol, Birmingham, and on up to Leeds, getting into Leeds at about one in the morning.
I found a seat in a train that was almost empty, and looked around. Sitting across the aisle from me was a young lad with fair hair short hair, who was reading a magazine. He looked about sixteen or seventeen, and was wearing brand new blue jeans, brand new white trainers, and a white T shirt. As the train had come through Plymouth, one of main Navy bases, I suspected he might be a young sailor going home on weekend leave.
I read my book for a bit, noticing that he was already bored. After a while, I smiled at him and asked him if he was going far. He was clearly pleased to talk, and started by telling me that he had just finished his basic training for the Royal Navy.
"I had my passing out parade today, and I've been up since five o'clock this morning"
He chatted on, telling me all about the parade, what he had done on the course, and what he was planning to do next. He was slightly older than he looked, having just turned eighteen, but was still very boyish. He had two days' leave, and had decided to go home for the weekend to see his mum.
While he was chatting, I scoped him out. Neat, clean cut hair; broad forehead with small button nose, smooth skin -- not yet started shaving -- and the promise of smooth skin all the way down! I wondered what he might be willing to do, and decided to test him out. I invited him to come across the aisle and sit in the seat next to me so we could chat. He happily agreed, and in seconds was sitting next to me, chatting away about his eight weeks in the Navy, and what he had done.
So, I said, a whole lot of new experiences for you then. He agreed. "It was hard, but I'd do it again', he said. I decided to try a direct question. "Get any good sex while you were training?" He didn't flinch. He thought for a bit, then said, `no, not really. I was hoping for some, but we weren't let out of the camp much".
"What were you looking for?"
He thought for a few seconds, then said: "Well, anything really".
By now I could feel the boner in my pants, and was looking at his jeans for any sign of arousal. Unfortunately, they were big and baggy and hid anything that might be happening. So I tried another direct question.
"Ever been sucked off?"
He had a fair complexion, and I could see his face go a slight shade of red.
"No, not yet". He paused, as if to consider a further reply, then said in a slightly lower voice: "I'm not really very experienced."
I kept my voice low to match his. "Well, it's been a big day for you today. Your passing out parade. You don't have to answer right away if you don't want to, but I could make it an even bigger day for you if you want. How about relieving the boredom of this journey by letting me suck you off for the first time?"
I watched the colour on his cheeks rise, from a slight shade of red to a full blush. He didn't reply for a moment, and then said: "How do you mean?"
"Well, I can give you a really good blow job if you want. I'm good at it. It's not gay or anything -- just a bit of fun to relieve the boredom, and it will round off your special day with another new experience -- but no pressure. Just an offer."
He didn't say no. He thought for a moment, then said: "Where? You don't mean here do you?"
I laughed. "No way. These trains have special toilets designed for disabled passengers. The train is almost deserted. We can go in there if you like. It's perfectly clean."
I could see him thinking. I began to think that the colour on his cheeks was not just embarrassment, but was the blush of arousal.
"OK".
Just that one word. He was up for yet another new experience. My cock was now rock hard in my jeans, and I glanced down at his jeans. There was definitely a bulge there, where there hadn't been one before.
"Follow me then. When we get to the disabled toilet, I'll press the button to open the door. You go in, and press the button to close it. I'll follow you in, OK?
The disabled toilets on those particular trains (aptly named Virgin trains in England) were round, and spacious. I led the way, and felt, rather than saw, him get up from his seat and follow me. We got to the disabled toilet, and the corridor was completely deserted. I pushed the button to open the circular door, and it hissed open. He slipped inside, found the button to close it, and pushed. Just as the door rotated to closed, I slipped in after him.
I found the red button marked `Lock', and pressed it. The door was firmly closed and locked, and we were both inside.
"What do I do?" he asked.
I sat on the closed toilet seat, and faced him. "First of all, just close your eyes. Use your imagination and imagine whatever you want. Go with the feelings -- if you want to hump, then hump. If you want to stand still, then stand still. Its just sex, so enjoy it. Do whatever your body feels it wants to do, OK?"
"OK"
He was standing in front of me, facing me, with his eyes closed. I reached out and pulled him a little closer, so my face was about six inches away from his crotch. I could smell deodorant, and a slight whiff of something else. I reached up and started to undo the button above his zipper, and then unzipped his jeans. His eyes were still firmly closed, and he was standing really still. I slowly eased his jeans open, and moved them down, exposing his boxer pants. I could see the outline of his erection, firm and hard, inside his boxers, so I continued to remove his jeans, pushing them down to his ankles.
Next, I reached up and just stroked the outline of his erection through his pants. He was very, very hard indeed, and I felt him shiver as I ran my hand over his erection. The train was moving fast, and swaying a bit, and I moved my hand more firmly across his boxers, feeling the outline of his hard cock through them. I felt him take a sharp breath in.
Next, I ran my finger round the elastic top of his boxers, moving them away from his pale skin. Using both hands, I pulled them away from his body, over his cock, and down, exposing his smooth tummy, his naked legs, erect cock, and full balls. Pushing his boxers down his legs so they joined his jeans, I then ran my hand up his tummy, feeling the warm smoothness of his skin. His cock was about six inches, and fairly thin, and he had been circumcised, so the head was fully exposed. His balls were full, and tight up against his body.
Moving my hand down again, I slowly circled his cock and balls, feeling the base of his cock firm and erect. He still had his eyes closed, and was breathing deeply. Like his fair hair, he had a small amount of blonde pubic hair above his cock, but his balls were almost completely smooth.
Leaning forward slightly, and holding the base of his cock with my left hand, I ran my tongue up the length of his shaft, running the tip of my tongue over the top of his hard cock, feeling the sweetness of a drop of precum forming. As I did so, I felt him shudder again, and he let out a little groan of pleasure.
"Keep your eyes closed, and use your imagination. Think of whatever you would really like, and let your body do what it wants to", I said.
He nodded, lost already in a wave of sexual arousal.
Slowly I circled the head of his cock with my lips, running my tongue across the tip, playing with his cock head, licking across the slit. I felt him shudder again, and then felt him pushing forward ever so slightly against my mouth.
The train was still rushing along, swaying slightly, and I ran my right hand up behind his leg to feel the base of his bum, stroking it slightly, as my mouth slowly moved down and took more of his cock. I felt the hardness of it entering my mouth, felt the warmth of it, and slowly tongued it as I moved my lips down the shaft.
He was moaning now, and I felt his hands reach for my head, pulling me on more firmly. I let him make the moves, feeling him gently pushing in and out of my mouth. He was breathing hard now, and I followed his rhythm with my own, helping him towards climax.
It only took a minute. He had lost any inhibition now, and was openly moaning and humping, getting his cock all the way into my throat. I opened my throat and let him hump, and was rewarded with the shuddering of his body as his cock prepared to spunk, and his balls prepared to shoot their load.
Within seconds he was cumming. I felt his cock expand, and then the warmth of his spunk in my mouth. He had pulled almost all the way out, but was holding the tip in as it pumped its load.
A couple of seconds, and his body went limp. He put his hand out to steady himself as the train swayed, and nearly collapsed. And he still had his eyes closed!
I cleaned up, and helped him pull up his boxers and jeans. He grinned. "That was awesome".
I grinned back. "Let's go back to our seats. I've got some cards, if you want another kind of game."
OK. He unlocked the door, and we walked up the aisle of the next carriage back to our seats.
"You OK?" I asked.
"Yeah, fantastic. Thanks."
I guess it must have been a memorable day for more than just passing out.