Another Wednesday, another evening class at the 'Tech.'. Not easy for Paul Sharpe after a tiring day at the office but it was worth it, not just because of the hoped for qualification following the end of year examinations but the hoped for meeting with Ann... and Bill, of course. Would they be there at the railway station? Could he impose himself once more in their compartment? Paul rather thought he was owed a... but would Ann and Bill see it that way? Paul really hoped so. In his pocket a freshly laundered handkerchief. He hoped by the evening's end it would need washing again!
The rain poured down, great sheets of grey rain in the half light of the lengthening evenings. Soon it would be spring but it did not look at all like that longed for season yet. Splashing through the puddles, his overcoat heavy with rain and his flat cap pulled over his eyes, Paul was happy to see the welcoming yellow light of the railway station entrance. Inside at Platform 3 his train had not yet arrived. He hurried under the underpass and up onto the platform. There, standing close together were Ann and Bill, coats pulled around them. It was so nice when they saw him and deliberately came towards him. It boded well.
"Beastly evening,"
"Quite."
A discussion about the weather and rain in general proceeded as the train appeared in the distance and rumbled into the station sending smoke and steam across the platform. Paul opened a door to an empty compartment and followed Ann and Bill in. Even Ann undoing the buttons of her wet coat was enough to make his penis stir. Paul had hopes for the next thirty minutes. They all removed their wet coats and laid them along the luggage racks overhead. Paul settled into his corner. It was all just as Paul had hoped - the three of them locked in a compartment together, and importantly alone, for half an hour. The whistle blew and they were off, the couple engaged in a very long kiss as soon as the train began moving.
Paul reached inside his briefcase and pulled out a slightly damp newspaper. It really had been raining hard. It seemed appropriate to still to keep up a pretence of reading. It was hardly appropriate to get his cock out and begin wanking before Bill's had been brought into the open however much seeing the couple already hugging and kissing affected him.
It was when Bill began undoing Ann's blouse, clearly to slip his hand into her brassier that Paul, and indeed Bill, learnt the usual proceedings were not to occur.
"Um, no, Bill, I'm afraid it's my time of the month and... we can't."
His face was a picture of disappointment and it did not bode well for Paul either. Paul turned the page of his newspaper.
"But that doesn't mean I can't, you know, use my hand." Her fingers ran over the material of Bill's trousers and as they kissed Paul watched her fingers undoing the buttons - buttons he could clearly see were pushed up by a swelling within. They were kissing, taking no notice of him, so Paul leaned closer to watch. Ann's long fingers undoing button after button and then her whole hand slipping inside and moving for a time before slowly coming back out of the grey flannel bringing Bill's penis with it. The fingers lightly caressing, moving the foreskin a little before delving back inside the fly presumably to massage his scrotum. Without breaking the kiss, Bill began undoing his belt, no doubt to give greater access to Ann. Her fingers trailed up his shaft and, with her forefinger, stroked the little flap of skin twixt shaft and knob. Paul was seeing the handwork in detail! The whole erection began to bob up and down - it was clear Bill more than liked that. It was unsurprising!
Disappointing not seeing Ann's clothing being removed. He had found it ever so exciting watching her being undressed but the act of her extracting and then Ann fingering Bill's erection was also exciting. If only it was his erection being exposed and touched - as well!
Paul sighed, thinking how nice it must be for Bill. His sigh was somewhat more audible than he had meant. Ann turned from her kiss and looked at him and smiled. That he was watching was unsurprising and made the clearer by how he was leaning forward. Paul felt a little embarrassed and sat back in his seat.
"I've another hand, why don't you come and sit next to me? I mean, after last week we don't want to leave it until too late."
It was about to happen. It really was. Not simply invited just as the last few minutes of the journey rolled by but with plenty of time. Paul swallowed and swapped sides of the compartment.
"A little closer - my arms aren't that long!"
Excited as he was Paul had not felt able to sit right up close to the girl. He shuffled along a bit.
Ann's right hand was gently moving Bill's penis as with her left she brushed her fingers over Paul's trousers.
"You boys do get excited so easily." Her fingers found the bulge and stroked and then just held.
"Would you like me to get it out for you?"
What should he say to that? "Yes, please," seemed about right!
Ann's fingers moved and found the buttons of his fly.
Clearly Ann was right handed, so not so easy undoing buttons with her left and it took a little time. But just that fumbling feeling through the material was a delight to Bill and when, finally her hand slipped inside... well! All of a sudden there were fingers curled around the warm firm flesh of his penis that were not his own. It had only been briefly done the week before. There was so much longer for it to be held this time.
"Is that nice?"
"Mmmmm. I'd say."
Like Bill, Paul undid his belt and slipped his trousers and pants down a little. Amazing to actually see Ann's fingers on his penis, see the sliding of his foreskin, see her regularly reveal and then hide his knob. And, on the other side of her, when he looked, she was doing just the same to Bill. Two penises being moved in unison.
There was a silence. Just the steady motion of the train rattling on its way. The moving of twin foreskins up and down two erections did not make a sound and the men quietly enjoyed the feeling - there was no need for words. Ann looked from one to the other and back again.
It certainly was the way to travel, thought Paul!
So nice to be invited to participate. True he was not the one kissing Ann. She turned her fact to Bill for that but otherwise Ann's hands were being 'even handed.' Her hands, both at the same time, left the penises and fondled the two sets of balls. It surprised Paul just how nice having his scrotum stroked and moved around by a girl was; just how nice it was to feel his twin eggs sitting in the palm of her hand.
"Are you two near to coming," asked Ann, "I'm only being practical you don't want your stuff on your shirt and ties!"
Paul pulled his clean white handkerchief from his pocket. He had not forgotten it - that was not a mistake he was likely to make! Not so Bill, seemingly he did not possess the item.
"I could put a condom on," he said. It was not that he was not prepared: just not prepared for a hand job!
"Don't be silly," said Ann and she turned towards Paul, "Could Bill borrow yours?"
A strange request. Paul was going to have to wash his handkerchief not just of his own semen but Bill's as well. He could hardly refuse nonetheless!
"Of course, please."
Lovely to see the girl carefully unfold it and place it on her lap. Were they going to come there? It would be slightly awkward leaning over! Of course what would be really nice would be to come - or rather be made to come by Ann's hand - right on Ann's naked skin. Perhaps across her naked tummy or her breasts but that was clearly not going to happen.
"Who is going to be first?"
What a question, what a question to be asked, his answer instinctive but was it actually the right one, "After you, Bill."
The handkerchief was moved, placed across Bill's stomach, his erection lying on the pristine white linen. Firm and swollen: it looked to Paul as if it was ready to go. Ann's attention was then all on Bill's penis with Paul's for the moment left to stand on its own. Paul watched as Ann took hold and began to work Bill's erection, his long wrinkled foreskin being brought up and then pulled down again. Paul had watched his own ejaculation enough times but it would be interesting to see Bill's; Paul had, unsurprisingly, not seen another man come. Would it be just the same as his?
Ann's gentle and persistent work steadily getting faster and then Bill's hips were off the seat, thrusting at her hand and, as she held her hand firmly around it, Bill's penis began to spurt. It was quite different from watching his own. Perhaps it was because of the different angle of view, perhaps Bill did indeed come differently but it did not seem the same. Dollop after dollop expelled only to fall on the white handkerchief. Only when it seemed Bill was all done did Ann slow, she squeezed the shaft forcing a little more to bubble out and drop onto the white handkerchief.
There was a lot of semen. Clearly Bill had been saving himself all week - or else he naturally produced a lot. Paul did not know and was not going to ask!
"That's a bit of a mess," said Ann, carefully folding the edges of the handkerchief in and lifting the white cotton up, "I think if I spread it over you, on top of your shirt I mean, I think Bill's stuff will seep through. Let's instead... yes, just come in my hand."
She carefully unfolded the handkerchief onto her left hand, "Come on stand up and I'll do it."
It was not going to be as Paul had expected. As he stood the noise of the train changed as they went through the five minute tunnel. He reached up to hold the luggage rack. It was a surprising situation to be in. There he was, erection poking out of his shirt, trousers around his knees and a seated girl holding a white handkerchief in one hand complete with dollops of creamy, swirly semen upon it and reaching to hold his penis with the other - all with her boyfriend looking on. He too with trousers around his knees but his penis now limp.
