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It had been a long week and I was looking forward to heading home, and so it was with some relief that I hurried into Waterloo station followed by a blast of late November rain. It was the 2nd year of my PhD, and I had been working in a library deep in the bowels of some institution in Piccadilly looking for a journal that had been written several decades before I was born. I had got nowhere after hours of work, but at least I had the prospect of the long journey ahead of me. I brought a ticket from the otherwise deserted counter and made my way to platform 14, sighing inwardly. This was not the first time I had made such a journey, and it was not the last by a long way. I lived in a small cottage in the south of England, to where I usually returned about once a month for some breathing space and a rest. The journey took some three hours door to door, and was normally done late on a Thursday night when the line was peaceful. The train companies normally moved long trains around at this time of night, so I often had a carriage to myself, something I always secretly looked forward to. It was a chance to put my feet up, plug my MP3 player in and forget about life for a while.
I made my way to the end of the train, and settled near the rear of the empty carriage, glad of another solitary journey. Knocking my shoes off, I closed my eyes and waited for the five or so minutes for the train to pull away. The doors sealed, the guards voice came over the intercom tirelessly repeating the list of stops and the train slowly began to heave its way out of the station. After a few minutes, I shook myself awake and turned to my briefcase to pull out a few papers and sets of research documents for I still felt guilty ate the lack of useful work I had done so far. The stations flooded by, one after another and I found it increasingly difficult to remain focused on the pages in front of me as the columns of text and numbers seemed to dance in time with the jolts of the train. I felt myself drifting off once more, as the rain lashed against the windows outside.
The train began to slow as we drew into a station, and I was surprised to find that we had only reached Clapham. I was suddenly shaken from my slumber as the carriage doors open behind me, and I could feel someone walk past my seat and sit down a few seats ahead of me, dropping something heavy on the seat in the process. I was rather surprised at this, as few people had the misfortune to need to travel at this time of night and I can't say I was glad to be sharing the carriage with someone else. I have always been eternally nosey, and so I could not but help to catch a glimpse of this interloper that had robbed me of my seclusion.
What I had intended to be a quick glimpse over the top of my papers extended into a gaze that seemed to last an eternity. My fellow passenger, seated just to my right, seemed to be a young man perhaps a few years old than myself with short, straw coloured hair sticking slightly to his forehead with rain water. His jaw was strong and angular, leading up to a pair of firm, full lips that seemed to reflect the dull lights of the train carriage from a multitude of angels at once. It was his eyes, however, that were by far the most striking feature. Large and perfectly round, I could just make out the irises as he gazed out into the inky blackness of the night. Unlike any colour I had seen before, they seemed to be an indefinable blend of grey, green and deepest blue, leaving an effect that took my breath away. His body looked firm and muscular, and the rain-dampened shirt clung to his chest magnifying each contour to perfection.
Such an unexpected sight took my breath away, and time seemed to have slowed to a complete stop. Whilst I sat there, drinking this vision in, he suddenly turned to face me, and smiled just enough to show off a row of perfect ivory-white teeth. His eyes, with the full power turned on me, were like nothing I could ever comprehend. Layers upon layers of swirling mist seemed to congeal and then instantly fade, never staying a single colour for more than a flash. Without thinking to smile back, or make any sort of response, I flushed a shade of deepest beetroot and dived back beneath my papers.
For a long time I sat there, pretending to care about the now-meaningless diagrams before my eyes, but not daring to move or otherwise make a sound. After an eternity of nothingness, I decided to try and steal another glance at this god that had somehow stumbled onto my train. Lowering the pages just enough to peer over the top sheet, my stomach seemed to dissolve in shock as I saw him still gazing straight at me, the same slight flicker of a smile across his lips.
Now, I had never been one to kid myself that I could be called good-looking. When I stood tall and straight, I was a giant of a man, well over six foot tall and I had the potential build to be a fantastic rugby player, but that was all in another life. I had always been more interested in books than sports, and as I sat there in a dusty suit with a tatty briefcase surrounded by a sea of papers and a dented pair of glasses perched on my nose, I felt anything but attractive. I had been caught up in work for so long that I even begin to forget what it felt like to be held in another's arms. To have my fellow traveller regard me with such interest was most distressing. No matter how much attention I tried to focus upon my work I could not shed the feeling of his lingering gaze. After several minutes of this agony, I glance up once again and was relieved to see that he had once again turned his gaze to the outside of the train, but in the short time that it took me to realise this, his eyes had flicked back to mine once again. Horrified, I broke eye contact almost before it begun.
"Pull yourself together man!" I sternly told myself, feeling utterly fool-hardy for the stream of half-dreamt fantasies that were now flitting through my mind, trying to focus on my work once again. I was partly succeeding, when a slight cough erupted somewhere in front of me.
"I don't suppose you have stick of gum I borrow do you?" said a voice, and lowering my papers it seemed that my worst fears were realised as this request could have come from nowhere else but the man who was sat a few seats down the carriage. His voice was light and but with an odd grainy texture, and while it is not how I would have expected him to sound, it seemed to be so fitting at the same time. Swallowing deeply, I turned to face him fully.
"I do, but I don't think I want it back after you have finished with it" I replied with a slight smile, more to disguise the quiver in my voice than anything else.
"Sorry. Figure of speech and all that" he said laughing as he got up and walked towards me as I dug around in my briefcase, hoping that I still had that half finished pack of gum somewhere. After pulling out a heap of paper, the remains of my lunch and a handkerchief, it dawned on me that I had finished the last piece a few days ago. Blushing deeply, I turned to him once more.
"Gosh! Im sorry, but I don't seem to have any left" I said quietly, trying to avoid his eyes before I got lost in them again.
"Not to mind. Looks as though you have more than enough there to be carrying around with you as it is" he responded, eye the heap of junk I had spilled out over my lap.
"I was never one to travel light" I said, desperately thinking of ways to get this conversation flowing although it had already lasted far long than I would have ever hoped for.
"Don't worry mate. My sisters exactly the same. So, what's a guy like you doing on a train at this time?"
"I need to get home. I've been up here working, and I'm off home for the weekend.... How about you?" I finished uneasily.
"Same really. Been in London doing some shopping. I needed a suit for my brothers wedding, but I have not had much luck. Decided to head home before I got ruined" he finished, swinging himself down into the seat opposite. As he sat down, I could not but help to notice the far from insignificant bulge showing in his trousers just below the belt that showed perfectly through the tight denim of his jeans. I coughed and busied myself pulling my papers into a pile and shoving them back in my case to hide my blush.
"What are you working on?" he asked, casually eyeing the sheets in my hands.
"Oh nothing much. I have been looking at the biomechanics of Armillaria infection in broad leaf oaks. Its all very interesting given the modern changes in its control..." I started to trail off when a completely bemused look passed across his face. "Don't worry. Almost everyone gives me that look. Simply put, its plant disease control. Not one of the most interesting topics I know, but I find it fascinating"
He laughed, but not unkindly, those gorgeous eyes of his crinkling up at the corners. "It takes all sorts. I never had a head for all that science stuff myself. Stuck with law. You always know where you are with property deeds, although it can be bloody boring at times."
"I can imagine." I replied quietly. Unable to think of anything else to say without embarrassing myself further, I just looked at my feet and let the carriage slip into a gentle quiet broken only by the odd bump of the tracks. This calm lasted a few minutes, when it was suddenly shattered by his voice once again.
"So then! Was there any reason you were gazing wantonly in my direction?" he suddenly said, the corners of his mouth turning up in a grin.
"What?!?" I stammered, startled. I am not sure what I found more shocking: the forthright why in which he had said this, or the fact that I had been spotted.
"Given the way in which you were staring at me, I could only assume that you were undressing me with you eyes, and then some. I do not mean to toot my own horn, so to speak, but I am student of such looks and it was clear what yours was saying"
"I say! This is scandalous! It was not wanton!" I retorted, feeling a hot tide of panic rise up within me.
"So you admit you were undressing me then?"
"What! Heavens no! That's not what I meant at all!" If I had ever wished the ground had opened up and swallowed me alive, it was then.
"Well, that's a shame `cause if you had you would only take a word and you would have something more solid than fantasies" he finished quietly, with an edge of something that could almost be called menace in his voice. I looked up into his face as I felt my cheeks flush with blood for what felt like the hundredth time that night. I was terrified now more than ever, but the fear was tinted with a hint of hope that he had meant what he had said. He was sit sat there, smiling warmly as if we were discussing nothing more than the weather but his eyes showed a sparkle of wickedness, and I felt something stir beneath my trousers.
The moment our eyes met, I felt a spark fly through the air and I looked away again, laughed nervously and swallowed hard. Suddenly, before I knew what was happening, he was upon me. He practically flew through the air, and grabbed me around the waist, and I felt the air rush from my lungs. My glasses were brushed off my nose, and his lips were pushed hard against mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, sliding over mine and caressing it with some unearthly power as I felt it probe the depths of my mouth. His hands were forcing their way into my jacket, up my shirt and across my chest. My entire body seemed to burn with fire as I felt one of his rough hands give my nipple a vicious twist. Part of me screamed in panic, and I tried to push his body away but his power and forcefulness made any such attempt utterly futile. My body surrendered to the ceaseless onslaught of pleasure as I felt his burning hands crush and knead every inch of my skin like clay.
Then, suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. He pulled back so I could see his face, and smiled.
"I wasn't wrong, was I?" he said, half laughing, half panting for air. He went to swoop in again for a second attempt, but in a moment of lucidity I pushed my hands against his rock hard chest, and stopped him.
"Stop! We cant!" I panted, desperately trying to sound convinced that what I was saying was true.
"And why not?" he laughed, lunging in again and this time succeeding.
"But... I don't even know your name!" I gasped as he sank his teeth into my already tender neck, sending jets of fire through my limbs
"Fine! Its George! Nice to meet you!" he said in a breathless voice, pulling back for a second time. At this point, I surrendered completely. All thoughts of work, of trains or even the slight murmur that I should not be doing this were hurled out of my mind as it was taken over by a lust so powerful I felt it would tear me apart.
Now it was my turn to give a surprise. Summoning up every ounce of my energy, I grabbed him under the shoulders and thrust him back into the seat opposite. I smiled when I caught the look of delighted shock on his face as I jumped out of my seat and fell upon him, scattering my papers across the train floor. Before I knew what I was doing, I reached down and grabbed the hem of his damp t-shirt and yanked it up over his head, revealing the fine torso beneath. Every muscle was perfectly outlined, ever inch of skin seemed to be held taught of rippling layers of tissue, all of which was covered in a thin layer of fine blonde hairs. I pushed him further back into the seat, and then fell upon him covering every inch of this magnificent chest, making sure to return the exquisite pain of nipple-torture ten-fold.
I reached down to his belt, gave the buckle a hard tug and dragged the tight fabric of his trousers over his thick muscular thighs, and yanked down his tight black boxers to reveal his throbbing cock that was already harder than the toughest granite. Even the size of the bulge I had spotted early did nothing to prepare me for the sheer size of this monstrosity. The shaft was about 10 inches in length alone, and so broad that I had difficulty reaching my hand round it. This stretched upwards in some stiff salute to reach a hard, firm head that was still capped with a thick foreskin in its entirety apart from a halo at its very tip, revealing pink, shiny skin beneath. At the base of this monolith tumbled two large egg-sized balls, themselves covered in a halo of fine, curly blonde hair. At the sight of these, I gasped and sank my face to them, putting them each in my mouth sucking on the slowly as I wrapped my tongue around them, chewing slightly as if I toying with a toffee.
I felt his body contract with pleasure and his hands tighten as he caressed the back of my neck, gasping heavily as if he was just about to breath his last. I started to kiss the base of his shaft, moving my lips slowly towards the head. I took the edge of his foreskin between the lips and tugged slightly, before letting go and sinking my entire mouth down over its end, thrusting its vast head as deep into my throat as possible, an act that was met with the deepest groan of pleasure from its owner. Pulling up so that the head of his cock rested on the centre of my tongue, I slowly began to caress ever inch of its surface, enjoying the saltiness of his precum and feeling almost as if my mouth was being burnt by the sheer heat emanating from the head of his cock. I felt his hands on the back of my head, pushing down harder and harder, sinking his cock into the very depths of my throat. It was so tight that I thought I would choke, but not wanting to break this moment of sheer pleasure I instead brought my hands up to caress balls that were still damp with my saliva, taking one in each hand and squeezing them gently as if I were shopping for a ripe pear.
I felt the tremors running through my companion's body surge and pulse, and suddenly his hand were on my chest, pushing me up and I heard him gasp through clenched teeth.
"Stop... Not yet... Oh my God! STOP!" he almost screamed.
I pulled my head up, a thin stream of saliva and precum lingering between my mouth and the head of his cock. I lifted my face up to gaze into his, and was pleased to see that he was as red in the face as I had been what now seemed like a life time ago. He staggered up from his seated, hauled himself to his feet and ran to his bag. Searching like something possessed, he let out a shout of triumph, and spun round to face me with an almost demonic look in his eye. I would have been terrified had I not glanced to see what he was holding. He tore the wrapper off the condom, carefully slid the little plastic jacket it on, and then covered the distance between us in two strides, his hard cock waving chaotically with each step.
"Im going to get you for that!" he whispered "turn around!"
I more than happily complied, and turned my back on him, placing my hands on the back of the seat. I felt his powerful arms circle my waist, release my belt and pull my trousers down to my ankles. I felt his rough hands grab my arse, viciously pulling the cheeks apart, a firm finger probing the depths for my arsehole. It took him an instant to find it, and the next thing I knew he was ramming the long thick shaft deep into the depths of my bowel, ripping apart my colon with such force that I felt I would be torn in two, my body screaming in pain. He paused briefly, before placing both hands around my waist pulling back almost to the point of pulling out completely, before ramming the entire shaft back in once again, causing me to almost scream with ecstasy. Before I had chance to catch my breath, he had begun again, thrusting harder and harder, his rough hands gripping me firmly above my hips. I lost the thread of time, and all I could focus on was the vibrations that were coursing through my body, making me feel as if my insides were being shaken apart by some blissful earthquake.
Almost before I knew what was happening, I felt my balls contract as the crescendo of sheer pleasure reached a peak and I knew I could not keep my orgasm away any longer. Suddenly I came, shooting a stream of seamen across the seats in front of me. Still, my companion continued to pound away at my behind. His thrusting became harder and faster, beyond the point I could have ever considered possible. Then, with a sigh so deep, he came. I felt it would with a burst, a flood of lava-hot cum fill my insides, pouring through my body till the point that I felt I would soon be tasting it the back of my mouth. I felt his body relax and he sighed again. He grabbed me round the shoulders, spun me round and kissed me deeply on the lips once again. He released me, and turned round and started to gather his clothes up.
I caught my breath, looked around the carriage and my senses began to return to me. Suddenly, the guards voice came over the public address system announcing the next station we were due arrive at, and I realised with terror that this was where I was supposed to be changing. In a mad panic, I threw my clothes on and tried to gather my stuff together. I glanced around the floor looking for my glasses as I tightened my belt. Not seeing them, I glanced up to see my companion standing a few feet away, smiling quietly once again, holding out the wayward spectacles.
"Thank you... I've... I must get off here..." I finished feebly, for every fibre of my being wanted me to stay on the train irrespective of where it was going.
"Don't worry about that mate. It was lovely to make your acquaintance" he finished, smiling broadly.
The train started to slow, I could see the lights of the station begin to come into sight.
"I don't want to, but I must!" I almost sobbed, my throat seizing up.
"Just go. I'm sure we will meet again" he quietly replied.
I gathered the last of my documents into my arms as the train came to a stop. I turned to face him once again, I tried to say something but I could never have put what I wanted to say into words. He looked into my eyes such a deep, piercing look that I felt my heart tear in two before he swept forward and kissed me so deeply that I thought I would die. Almost as soon as it had began, he pulled away, pushed the glowing button to open the train door, and helped me down onto the platform. I did not want to break eye contact with him, wishing this moment would last forever. The platform guard blew his whistle, the doors began to close, and it struck me I knew nothing more than his first name.
Panicking, I desperately cried through the ever shrinking gap. "But I don't even know your last name!"
He said something, but it was lost in the noise of the door sealing. The train began to pull away, gathering speed as it left the station. I stood there long after it had left, thinking deeply of what might have been.
I continued my journey home, and a few days later I went back to London. The days drifted into weeks, the weeks floated into months and slowly I sank back into my work once again but I did not forget my strange travelling companion. Each time I made the journey, my heart was full of hope that I would met him again, but sadly it seemed that it would never be. I soon gave up glancing up each time someone else boarded my carriage, deciding it would not be worth getting my hopes up.
Then, almost a year later, I once again found myself on the late train out of Waterloo. I had settled at the back of an empty carriage with yet another set of papers that I was trying to read whilst half asleep. I was settled so deep in my mind that I did not notice the train stop, and someone get into the carriage. I was brought out of my lethargy by a deep rumbling cough. Startled, I looked up and the first thing I saw was those remarkable eyes.
"George!" I stuttered, my heart jumping several feet in the air.
"Hello Again" he said smiling. "And in answer to your question, its Williams"
"Huh?" I murmured, befuddled.
"My surname. George Williams" he almost laughed.
Over the course of the next few hours, we talked, and far more besides. This time, when it came to part ways, I had far more than his first name to go by, and ever since that point, I have had far more than a few dusty papers to keep me entertained on my long journey home.