I was on the train travelling from an evening out. A disappointing evening after I had been let down by the girl I took out. She had a 'better offer' so to speak. Consequently, my feelings of inadequacy surfaced.
I dropped off to sleep and ended up a few stops past the station I'd intended getting off and unfamiliar where I was when I awoke.
The train had almost emptied as I surveyed the carriage with two passengers remaining. One was an old gentleman wearing a long jacket, sitting a few seats away opposite me and the other bloke was in the next section about 15 feet away.
"Excuse me, where are we?" I asked.
"The next stop is a long one and the last one, Rye House and there won't be another one going the other way for about 5 hours." He replied.
"Thank you. That's typical of my luck tonight." I said under my breath.
I looked ahead and closed my eyes for a few seconds. "Would I be able to stay on the train or will someone come round to check everyone gets off." I thought.
When I opened my eyes again I sensed something in my peripheral vision and turning my head toward my fellow passenger noticed that his hand was inside his trousers. I closed my eyes again and heard him crossing the carriage.
Opening my eyes, he was now sitting beside me as the train was pulling into the station. "You won't get home tonight and the police are particularly hot about sleeping on the street." He said.
I noticed that the other passenger got ready to get off but was looking in our direction.
"I'll stay on the train until morning" I responded.
He got up and left the train closely behind the other guy who I now noticed was limping a bit.
My plan didn't work as the train was checked despite my crouching down.
I was ushered off the train and the platform by a burly black guard.
Under an arch, the two passengers hadn't got far. The man with the limp was stroking the old man's cock, giving him a hand job.
I stopped on my tracks watching and the railway employee noticed.
You seem to be enjoying the show. Fancy some cock yourself? I could turn a blind eye and let you stay on the train if you blow me". He proposed.
The two men must've heard and seemed to be waiting for my reply.
My hesitation was damning.
"Come on. It's cold tonight, follow me" He said as he headed back into the station.
He swung a door to the right next to the ticket desk inwards. "It's the staff toilet and we won't be disturbed at this time of night." He said confidently.
He undid his belt then stopped. "You take it from here, kneel," He said.
Now would've been the time to back out but the two men had aroused me and I'd always wanted to be used by a man since I played around with a couple of guys nearly two decades ago whilst still in my teens.
I took my jacket off and hung it on a hook, stepped forward and unclipped the waistband before dropping to my knees and unzipping him. Looking up, his face was triumphant.
I put my hands inside his briefs and pulled them down so that his ebony cock sprung out.
I licked at it briefly before opening my mouth and taking 3 inches inside. I gently drew my tongue and lips out smoothly. Enjoying the feeling of his meaty cock I repeated it a few times then began to bob in and out. Encouraged by his groaning, I continued and felt pre-cum ooze from out. I duly swallowed and felt his strong hands grip my head and take control.
Instead of continuing, he stopped and pulled me up roughly and before I knew it, he'd relieved me of my trousers abetted by myself flipped me around.
His cock was pressed against my underpants but not for long. They too were discarded and joined my trousers round my ankles.
