Date: Mon, 22 Sep 2008 05:22:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lee Andrell <kementari_unknown@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Overnight_Train AY

As usual disclaimers apply total fiction nothing here on in really happened
to my knoweldge except in my imagination.


So here I am bored again as I ride the train back home. Once it gets dark
think it's boring as an adult? Try been 11 DAMN. After what seems like
FOREVER and a night, along with my numerous wanderings up and down the
train as far as I dared and drinking prolly way to much (meh! I thought to
that...). I finally settled down in my seat for the night next to so random
guy, I think he sat there a stop or two after I got on no matter. So been a
lil bored hey aint we always? The guy next to me started to have a
whispered convo till I finally dozed of for a lil while.

Unlike some I can't sleep for long on or in anything other than my bed just
doesn't happen. So as I'm sitting there half awake from some ungodly hour I
realised that the guys hand is gently laying upon my tummy. So there I am
vaguely wondering if he's gonna do anything with it. Finally after what I
think is ages and probably was I feel his fingers twitch a wee bit on my
tummy, it doesn't take long till I feel them move some more. I could almost
swear they might be kinda crawling down a bit now. Hmmm I might have to
correct that they are moving. Ever so slowly he creeps his fingers to the
bottom of my T-Shirt and then underneath it to my bare tummy.

What can I say I was dirty and devious or was that deviant hmmm no
matter. Suffice to say though I was enjoying his touch big time. Ever so
gently he slid his hand into my shorts. My deviant or super dirty side
kicked in when he almost had me hard from gently massaging my pickle thru
my tighty whiteys as I sat totally relaxed and let go. My god if I thought
it felt good before well now double DAMN with his continual massaging and
my pee flowing ... well I for dang sure wasn't soft after that no more. I
might have needed to pee allot but no where near as much as I'd have liked
to when the flow stopped. Despite that he never stopped except to move his
hand into my drenched undies and properly play with my pickle with his
thumb and forefinger. Suffice to say I didn't last long before I gave a
little groan and shudder as I let or is it he made? Me cum as much as I
could into his awaiting fingers. Which I'm sure I heard him lick of moments
after he took his hand out. Despite all my enjoyment there I continued
pretending to sleep well till I dozed off and been poked awake for my stop
by the conductor. Ahhh how I loved the cover of night sometimes.