The 7.20 was already crowded as I got in, and not for the first time, I cursed my parents decision to move to the leafy suburbs: they had condemned me to the daily awfulness of a train journey to school in the height of the rush hour. They had both worked hard to keep me at my prestigious City school after I had won my scholarship and as I had only just started my year in the Fifth Form, a move to a more local college was out of the question. I walked down the aisle, looking along the silent rows of commuters searching for a free seat. There was no chance of that, of course, so I took up my usual place against the end wall of the carriage as the train lurched forward on its long journey to London.
Station followed station and the coach filled up at each stop until I was crammed tightly against the wall by the crowd. Facing me stood a young man in a smart business suit, holding a raincoat draped over his clasped hands. We were pressed so close together that I could feel the back of his hand occasionally brush against my groin as the train bumped and growled on its way. I was going through that post-adolescent phase that all young men experience, when their cock misbehaves at the slightest stimulation –usually at inconvenient times like this! True to form, my errant cock began to stiffen and press lightly against the sharp knuckles of the young City gent. Blushing with embarrassment, I looked up at him, careful to avoid his eyes, but they were gazing absently out of the steamy window. If he had noticed, he gave no outward signs.
I tried desperately to think of other things, but the insistent rubbing was too stimulating to ignore and my jockey shorts slowly turned into an instrument of torture, bending my wayward cock in directions it was never meant to go. My companion moved his hands slightly under his raincoat and I assumed that he was just making himself more comfortable until his outstretched fingers started to trace the outline of my bulging crotch. Of course, I could have turned away or blocked his blatant approach with the bag I was carrying, but my curiosity wasn't the only thing that was aroused! I looked down nervously, but there was still no outward sign of movement from under his raincoat –not even the closest passengers would see anything out of place. The realisation that they were oblivious to my erotic adventure only added to my growing excitement and I edged forward slightly, submitting my rigid cock to the tantalising thrill of his wandering fingers.
Encouraged by my response, the young businessman glanced at me for the first time and gave me a slight nod of approval, but shyness overcame me and I blushed and lowered my eyes from his steady gaze, already regretting my impulsiveness. I had never been seduced by an adult before -it was so different from the casual sexual horseplay I indulged in with my school friends and my imagination was running wild. All around us, the tight press of bodies moved in unison, dancing to the jerky music of the ancient train, while under the cover of its roar, I felt my zip being slowly drawn down. Cool fingers probed into the gap and I felt them scrabble over my pubic hair as they reached up my belly, searching for the waistband of my pants. With a single deliberate movement, the elastic was stretched downwards and hooked underneath my balls, so that my cock dropped freely into his hand. I'm not circumcised, and even when I'm aroused, my foreskin covers the head of my cock, forming a little puckered crest over the tip. I trembled with excitement as he grasped the skinny sheath between his finger and thumb and began to roll it over the smooth head beneath. More fingers slipped inside my fly to draw me through and he began to masturbate me slowly.
Blushing with embarrassment and barely controlled lust, I looked blearily into my companion's face, but his eyes were expressionless as they gazed absently out of the steamy window and I marvelled at his self-control. The next few miles drifted by in a delicious lethargy as my body delighted in his sensual touch, until a long rumble of brakes brought me down to earth again -we were coming to the end of our journey. Pity! Just a few yards more and I might have given the railway cleaners a really messy job. With some difficulty, my fellow traveller carefully tucked my rigid cock back into my pants and once more I heard a quiet "zeep" as my fly was drawn closed. He gave me a conspiratorial grin and turned away without a word. I followed him down the aisle, holding my bag in front of me, certain that everybody would notice my flushed face and the prominent bulge in my crotch, but they were far too intent on getting to work to be interested in my youthful display of virility. As I walked out of the station, my excitement and my aching erection began to subside and I could think clearly about my incredible journey.
In fact, I dreamed of little else for the rest of the day, and my lack of interest in my studies was the subject of more than one sarcastic comment from my tutors. The last period of the day was history, a subject I usually enjoyed -but not for its subject matter! As the teacher droned on, my best friend gave me a nudge in the ribs and I felt his hand reach for me under the cover of the desk. Safe from discovery in the back row, our pleasurable sex play had become such a regular weekly treat for us that we prepared for it beforehand with a quick trip to the lavatories to slip off of our confining underpants. Normally, just the glimpse of his cock peeking through his opened fly would make me respond, but I was so spellbound by the morning's events that I couldn't rouse any enthusiasm. I gave him a few half-hearted strokes and soon drew my hand away and after a while his fumblings ceased.
It seemed an age before the bell announced the end of the school day and the classroom began to empty. My friend gave me a puzzled look as he gathered up his books and he left quickly without saying a word. I suspected that he was off to relieve his frustration before going home, so I made my way to the station alone, impatient to see if my fellow traveller was on the evening train.
There was no sign of him that evening, nor the following morning as I searched the draughty platform. I curbed my disappointment and resigned myself to the realisation that it had only been a chance encounter –a one-off- and when the yellow nose of the train finally eased into the station, I boarded my usual crowded carriage without enthusiasm. There was a sudden flurry as the usual last-minute passengers scrambled in and suddenly there he was, making his way down the aisle towards me. He didn't waste any time with any 'accidental' contact this time and as soon as the train began to fill up he looked at me hopefully.
"Oh Yes, please!" I thought, as I gave him an imperceptible nod. He reached for me under the friendly concealment of his raincoat and I heard him give a little gasp of surprise when he discovered that I was wearing nothing underneath my uniform trousers. I had remembered yesterday's history lesson and my jockey shorts lay neatly folded up in my sports bag, leaving my cock unrestrained and eager for his attention. Much as I wanted to, I was still far too timid to feel for him in return, and in any case, his coat wouldn't cope with two wandering hands! We began to chat to cover up our actions and I learnt that his name was Simon and that he worked for a Japanese banking house in the City.
It also turned out that he was an old boy of my school and his attention had been drawn to me several days before, when he recognised my uniform,. All the time we talked, his restless hand was making me quiver with ill-concealed delight as he playfully teased my cock and balls.
As the days went by, I began to look forward to my journey with growing enthusiasm and was almost disappointed as the weekend approached. From our muttered conversations, I gained the impression that Simon was as keen as I was to progress our relationship further, but his working day didn't coincide with my shorter school hours, so the possibility of an evening meeting was unlikely. I knew that I hadn't enough self-confidence to try it on the train so I tried to plan a way for us to meet somewhere more private.
That night, in the darkness of my bedroom, I sought comfort with my usual bed-time wanking session, imagining that I was exploring my new friend's slim body for the first time. But even as I writhed on my bed, I realised that nothing was going to happen -my mind was far too occupied in turning my fantasies into reality. I slumped back on my pillow with a groan of frustration, and my aching wrist slipped away to my side as I stared moodily at the reflections of the street lights on the ceiling. Suddenly inspiration struck me -it was so simple! I smiled happily and slid my hand downwards once more and a few minutes later I fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.
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The next day, I swung my schoolbag in silent glee as I worked out the details of my plan on my walk to the station. I am quite musical by nature and had taken full advantage of the school's famous music department by learning to play the clarinet. My lessons took place every Monday evening during term time, which meant that I had to catch a later train home. Although Simon's train was later still, I was sure that I could waste enough time to ensure that I could travel back with him. His eyes lit up when I mentioned my plan to him he murmured, "First coach" as we parted reluctantly for the weekend.
