Most of what you'll read below took place in the mid 60's a time when life was free of such terrors as HIV or any of the other deadly ailments that are prevalent today.
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My explorations into male fun began when I was eighteen. I had just finished my training as a Guard on the Underground, stationed at Acton Town. Initially I started on the District Line but was soon transferred over to the Piccadilly Line. My driver or Motorman as they were called then was a somewhat shy but cuddly Irishman in his late forties. Being a new crew we would make small talk about nothing much in particular or just read the papers during our breaks, after a few days of this he started showing me pictures of the girls sporting page 3 of The Sun and asked me what I thought.
Driving a 'tube train' to many people may seem an idyllic life but it's a lonely existence, for the only time you made contact with your mate was either during turnarounds, breaks or at other times at the depot. As time went by he began asking me about my sexual experiences. About girl-friends or how often I 'wanked' to pictures of naked girls. This threw me back at first but he went on to say that when he was my age he was "at it" at every opportunity and he'd bet I was too. For some strange reason I told him that I usually relieved myself a couple of times a day.
"Good for you" he replied. "Never as good as when someone else does it for you though, is it?" He continued.
"No," I replied. He then asked me if I ever had any fun with my mates, again I was a bit shocked. "You mean with boys?" I asked. "Yes" he said. "Never," was all I could say, which was true. I then asked him if he did.
"Of course I did. Loads of times. Coming from a Catholic society that's all we had, for the girls were off-limits, but God forbid you if the Father's found out," he quipped. All the time that this was going on I became aware of a stirring in my crotch. He was turning me on and I began to squirm. I knew that he knew too. I was confused...but in an incredibly erotic way. "We can't do it now but would you like me to show you what it's like?" He asked.
That night I wanked furiously over the thought of Sid, 'jacking-off' my virgin cock... Quickly followed by those youthful pangs of guilt. The following day I couldn't wait to see how Sid would make his advances. Looking back, it was simply a fantasy adventure about to come true.
Start time arrived and sure enough there was Sid waiting with his satchel thrown over one shoulder, tea billy in hand scanning over the day's roster. He asked me how my evening had been. I immediately coloured up. He asked was anything wrong. "Just shut up!" I retorted. "So our chat yesterday didn't bother you then," Sid chuckled giving me an elbow nudge. Silence was my only response for my mind was racing.
"You didn't answer my question," Sid asked, staring intently at my obviously arousal and whispered "I take it that means you would like me to show you?" I felt my cock solidify even harder. "Maybe" I stammered.
"I knew it... I can spot a randy lad a mile away" he replied, "Come on we'll talk about this later, we've got a train to pick-up". Like a rabbit caught in headlights I did just as he asked, following him out of the roster room and into platform 3; Eastbound for Cockfosters.
My mind was all over the place going up to Cockfosters, did I really want to go through with this, the more I queried my actions the more my cock kept saying 'yes'. At the turnaround Sid asked if I was 'still up for it', meekly I replied "Yes": "Good," he replied, "Meet us halfway at Rayners Lane," for it was there we had a fifteen minute turnaround.
Time dragged on the return journey, my cock was being rubbed raw by its movement against my pants as the train rocked from side to side. Rayners Lane finally came where we detrained several passengers before pulling into the siding.
"No one will disturb us here so I'll be able to show you that a bloke can make you cum like no girl can, you horny little fucker," Sid quipped. I remained silent... The pure excitement of events unfolding and the hardness of my cock was intoxicating and I simply knew that all I wanted right now was to let Sid show me more.
"Come on then... Let's see what you've got!" Demanded Sid. "Is it safe here?" I answered. "Course it is, just get your cock out for me to have a look at." I slowly unfastened my trousers. When soft, I am of modest size, and in my eyes quite small compared to some I've seen in the changing rooms but when hard it was a different matter. A miraculous transformation one might say. Sid could see this too for my raging 'hard-on' was tenting my underpants out of my opened fly. "Wow!" Was all Sid said.
I slipped a hand through the vent of my precum soaked underpants and revealed it fully to my erotic friend. "Drop your trousers and let's have a proper look..." I did as he asked, my cock standing thick and proud in front of his hungry eyes.
"Well who would have known, it's a fucking beauty!" Sid uttered as he slowly approached me; reaching out he wrapped his hand around my shaft. In response it twitched violently for this was the very first time another man had touched me. Sid's touch was totally electric as he slowly stroked his hand up and down the length of my shaft, the motion of moving my foreskin back and forth, drawing forth copious amounts of precum made my cock head shiny.
Using his other hand Sid ran his index finger over its swollen glans, coated it with my lovely sticky nectar then brought it to his lips and tasted me. "Fucking gorgeous," he told me before returning his finger back to catch some more precum. This time he brought it up to my lips, I slowly reached out with my tongue and for the first time tasted my own cum... Salty, sticky and not at all unpleasant. I wrapped my lips around his finger and sucked it clean. "You are a naughty boy aren't you?" Sid uttered. I couldn't speak with the surges of incredible new feelings flying through my head.
"OK Let's see what you've got for your Uncle Sid," words I remember to this very day.
Within the confines of that small cab, Sid squeezed behind me then dropped his trousers. "It's OK, I'm not going to fuck you...not yet," he whispered, "Just making myself comfortable," as he slipped his cock in-between my legs. One arm now held my waist... the other hand slowly pumped my dripping cock. "That's the boy... we'll soon get that spunk shooting out of you, you may have 'blue-balls' now but once I'm finished you're be crying out for more."
My knees felt weak. I groaned with sheer delight as he increased the speed of his experienced hand, sliding my foreskin back and forth over the swollen purple head of my young cock. Precum was now freely flowing and I could feel the pressure building. Sid certainly knew what he was doing and I wanted more. He paused. "Don't stop...ppplease!" I could hardly speak, the mounting climax stealing my words. He started again, this time with more furious intent.
"Let it go... show Sid what you've got." My hips lost control and I started meeting each backward and forward pump of his fist, fucking his hand as well as his cock which was now leaking precum all over my inner legs; to put it mildly I was possessed by pure animalistic lust. "That's the way... cum for Uncle." I started moaning with the utter pleasure this man was bringing me. I reached down with one hand and grasped his pumping fist, increasing the tempo.
Through fear of collapsing my other hand was desperately grasping onto anything: I couldn't hold on any longer with a deep growl I let go. My balls contracted and my cock swelled with the building orgasm. The first spurt was painful and violent, shooting at least three feet. Sid moaned with pleasure. The second was less urgent but none the less impressive compared to what I was used to at my own inexperienced hand. Six or seven spurts later and I was shaking uncontrollably and had to tell Sid to stop. My cock was now incredibly sensitised. He stopped, bringing his cum coated fingers to his lips and hungrily devouring my cream. I was in heaven. So incredibly light headed. "That's a good lad... I'm going to drain those balls every day now, a real proper milking that's for sure." I was silent. The adolescent feelings of guilt began taking over. What had I done?
It took the 'Tisssh...Tisssh...Tisssh,' sound of a set of points swinging back and forth to bring us back to reality. Swearing profusely we quickly pulled up our clothing and stumbled towards our working positions. Mind-numbing is how I would describe my condition... but on a high I knew I wanted more.
That day was an emotional rollercoaster between adolescent guilt and pure erotic arousal. Sid, had sparked a completely overwhelming set of desires that I had no real understanding of. All I knew was that by end of shift I wanted more... much, much more. He asked me if I fancied a quick drink after we finished. I readily agreed.
We jumped on a train to Chiswick then headed for a small local pub. "It's always quiet in here... we'll have a quick one and then back to mine if you're up for it?" Sid uttered. "That would be nice," was all I could manage to reply.
We walked into the dark interior of the pub. The brilliant day's sun making it seem even darker. There were a few regulars sitting at the bar and Sid obviously knew them.