The small voice inside of me that has been trying to convince me was getting louder. Maybe it would be a good experience to take his offer. Maybe it would make me more of a man and nobody was around to see me. No parents, no friends. I could do what I want. Maybe just being more open and confident would also rid me of my horny thoughts about my cousins dick. And after all I already saw Mr. Croftons cock and it wouldn't hurt if he saw mine. It would just be like in a public sauna. Well not exactly but it was too late to think about details.
I took a deep breath and looked up at Mr. Crofton who still smiled confidently jerking his meat.
I stood up trying to look cold and confident but as I tried to open my pants I noticed that my sweaty hands were trembling. Mr. Crofton didn't say anything and just watched me as I fumbled with my fly finally dropping down my pants and boxer briefs in one motion. My hard dick just jumped out and stood there pointing right at Mr. Crofton. It was maybe only two thirds the size of Mr. Croftons hard cock and probably only half of its girth but it was as hard as it could get. He let go of his cock and clapped his hands: "Ha! I knew it. Good boy. Now that this is out of the way why don't we relax together a little?!" He poured himself another whiskey and downed it in one swift motion.
I just stood there feeling ashamed and humiliated but it also kind of made me more horny than ever before so I just let Mr. Crofton stare at my naked crotch unable to move.
"Can I have my money now..." I mumbled in a small voice.
He sighed putting his arms behind his head stretching his hard massive cock in my direction contemplating. "Not so fast buddy, erm...Martin, right?" He fumbled for his moneyclip again and pulled out a single 5 Euro bill. He laid it openly on the armrest next to him. "This is your account for now but I bet you can earn your way up to more!" A broad grin emerged on his face, his white teeth sparkling in the dimly lit compartment. I gulped. I just humiliated myself for lousy 5 Euros. I am such a loser. I am just a mouse in a trap. I couldn't take the shame of taking the 5er pulling up my pants and sitting down again. I would never recover my self-esteem if I did that so I asked dutifully: "What do you want me to do to get more?"
Mr. Crofton licked his lips, knowing that he had me hooked and that he could play his perverted games with me: "First of all why don't you undress completely buddy. Show me the goods!"
"B...But what if the conductor comes by again....or..."
"He won't!" Mr Crofton interrupted me. "And even if he does I will take care of any interruptions. You don't have to worry your pretty head about any of that buddy."
I sighed in resignation and slipped out of my T-shirt, stepped out of my dropped pants and pulled of my socks. Now I was standing there completely nude letting this old bear of a man gaze at my young slender body while he jerked his fat wet cock. I felt like such a whore and I was one indeed, but it also made me so horny that it was too good a feeling to stop it now. Any pulling back now would seriously damage my psyche I was sure.
He put another 5er to the one on the seat next to him.
"Very good, Martin! Now touch your hard little dick and rub it slowly, try to relax and enjoy the evening!"
Before his deep hypnotic commanding voice even finished the sentence my sweaty hand was already wandering to my shaft, grabbing it in a familiar way like thousands of times before as I pulled back my foreskin and started to jerk off. I watched Mr. Crofton rub his meat and tried to get into the same rhythm standing there letting him watch me.
After some moments with the air filled only by our breathing and the smacking sounds our wet dicks made the pervert in front of me opened his mouth again.
"I double that if you come over and touch my cock Martin!" Mr. Crofton whispered waving another 10 Euros in his free hand.
"I....this was not....I don't want to do that!", I protested while part of my mind already wondered what it would be like feeling another man's hard cock in my hand.
"Sh....sh...shhhhh!" He cut me off trying to sooth me with his rolling bass voice "We already established that you are a whore Martin, so stop the false virtue buddy! This is strictly a negotiation of price. You will touch my cock eventually and you know it. So how about another 10. Which raises your total to 30. Already a good price for a handjob. I could get that for half the price from any crackhead at the next station you know. But the next station is far away and you are here right now, and already hard as well, so I am willing to pay more for the service but don't stress my patience too much, understood!"