I was heading for London from the suburbs to see my girlfriend early on a Friday night for the first time in three months as she had been abroad on a language course. It was in the days of some non-corridor local trains and I was surprised when someone got into my compartment as I knew the train in was almost empty. He was a nerdy looking guy in his late 20s. He smiled at me. I was reading. I nodded. Then I noticed over my book that he was stroking himself. Normally I would have frowned at him but this time I was curiously excited and he seemed to sense it because he moved across the seat until he was opposite me, leaned forward and boldly stroked me between my thighs. I was hard and aroused at once and found myself leaning back and opening my knees. My heart was thumping. He was murmuring reassuring sounds like "That's it." "This is what you want" "You need this" and he expertly found me rigid and hard through my trousers. I was astonished to find myself undoing my belt and my trouser clip and lowering my trousers to my thighs. He forced them apart and started to stroke my cock firmly though my shorts, reaching in through the hole and touching my hot flesh.
Then he pulled down my shorts too and started to jack me off in long smooth strokes. As I gasped he quickened his strokes and at once I started to cum as I had never cum before, in long thick white streaks across the compartment floor. He bent forward and caught the last two or three streaks in his mouth. Then suddenly I noticed the train was pulling into London Bridge, my stop. I pulled my trousers up, straightened my clothes, picked up my book as he say back and smiled at me. "I told you that you needed that," he said. The train stopped and I was out and hurrying away. Outside the station I glanced at my watch. I was straight and he had seduced me in less than five minutes.
When I met my girlfriend she didn't want to go for a meal as I suggested. "Are you kidding?" she said. "After three months away?" We went back to her place and were in bed an hour later. As I undressed I noticed my shorts were still sodden with cum. I stroked her and fondled her, wondering how to handle the situation. The guy had milked me! Then suddenly that very thought began to make me hard again. When her hands reached for my hardness I pretended they were his. When we made love I pretended I was in his hands and mouth and I began to cum and cum all over again. She was delighted. But I never slept with a woman again.
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