Date: Wed, 18 Jul 2001 16:37:35 +0100 (BST)
From: Jak Off <jakoffwithme@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: "Transporting"

jakoffwithme@yahoo.co.uk
ICQ: 45862060

All the usual warnings apply. Be legal. Be interested. Be an adult. Simple!

Just another bit of fiction for you. Hopefully you'll enjoy this one as
well. Thanks to everyone who writes to me about these things, I'm glad
other people enjoy reading them as much as I do writing them... even if it
is taking longer and longer to get through with each one!


Transporting

It had been about two years since I left school. I hadn't paid much
attention to possible career moves, I just wanted to get out and earn some
money. Just recently the novelty of having a steady supply of cash in my
pocket was wearing a bit thin. It had been fun for a while, but I'd soon
realised that I had walked out of school and into a dead-end job. I was
working so many hours I didn't have time to enjoy the money I was making.

That's why I was on the train yesterday afternoon. I'd just been for a job
interview in town. It had taken me ages to find the place and I wasn't even
sure that I wanted the job now. On top of it all, it was a typical summer's
day in the north of England. The wind was howling and it threatened to rain
heavily at any second. I was glad to make it on to the train before it
started to come down.

I was a few minutes early getting to the station so the train wasn't really
full. I walked to my usual place, the middle carriage and took a seat next
to the window at the back. More and more people began to get on. Just about
a minute before the train was due to leave a group of four lads walked into
the same carriage as me. As I did with most of the guys on the train I
quickly tried to check them out.

They looked to be probably a couple of years younger than me, no more than
16 or so. They must have been out enjoying their first days of freedom from
class after class of boring lessons and exams. I watched out of the corner
of my eye as the moved towards me at the back of the carriage and sat down
in the few seats around me and one across the aisle next to another couple
of people.

The doors closed and the train pulled out of the station. I wasn't paying
too much attention to the guys sitting around me. I was just looking out of
the window trying to work out how I was going to get a job that I enjoyed.
As the train rolled along though I became increasingly aware that the lad
in front of me had his legs stretched out and our legs knocked against each
other as the train turned the corners or bumped over a part of the track.
He didn't seem to notice or appear to be too bothered about it.

Starting to take more of an interest in my immediate surroundings, I tried
to work out a way of getting a good look at this guy who was rubbing up
against me without appearing too obvious.  Just at that moment, the dull
scenery of this wet Tuesday afternoon disappeared as the train plunged into
the darkness of a tunnel. A perfect opportunity arose. I was able to study
his reflection closely. Just as I thought, he could only have been a couple
of years younger than me at the most. His skin looked pretty smooth, almost
as if it had never been touched by a razor blade . His hair was cut short
and brushed forward on his rounded head. It was blond with just the
slightest hint of red, almost like you'd expect it to look if the bright
sunshine was glinting off him. He was talking and smiling at his friends.
His entire face glowed as he laughed and joked. Combine those features with
the feeling of his leg rubbing against mine every so often and you can see
why I had to put the newspaper I had bought strategically over my crotch.

He was dressed far more casually than I was. Obviously he had been out to
enjoy himself, whereas I was trying to get myself a career. Although I
didn't look too bad I don't think. White shirt and a tie with a black
jacket and trousers. My friends have always said that I looked cute like
that. Being a short guy, it must have looked like a school uniform or
something from a distance. Though I had deliberately not shaved in a couple
of days so that my face had a slight shadow on it so that I didn't look too
young when I went in for the interview. I had got my hair cut nice and
short. I had spiked it up and got the tips of my naturally blond hair
highlighted. Well, I was trying to make an impression after all. But now
the interview was through and I was confronted by this guy in front of me,
I felt myself trying to make another impression entirely!

In contrast to me, the lad sitting in front of me was wearing a trackie.
Dark blue, looked like an addias logo on the side of his pants. He was
wearing the top open and had a plain black t- shirt underneath, from the
hazy look I got in the reflection on the glass, it looked pretty tight to
me. We came out of the tunnel and any chance for a decent view of him had
passed again for now.

I slumped back in my seat, trying to take my mind off this guy. It was only
the newspaper that was managing to cover my obvious arousal. It was also
becoming very uncomfortable to sit through a bumpy train journey with a
hardon and no opportunity to even touch it. Any hope of forgetting about it
was soon dashed though. It was almost subconscious on his part because he
carried on talking to his friends as he thrust himself forward a little way
and stuffed a hand quickly down the waistband of his pants. I tried to look
as discreet as possible as I watched this hot boy adjust himself before
pulling his hand out just as quickly and carrying on his conversation. None
of his friends appeared to notice. Maybe they weren't as interested as I
was. My dick definitely noticed. Shivers shot up my spine from the tip of
my hard prick as the trained bumped across another uneven section of track.

A few stops into the journey and one of the group got off the train. One
more at the next. I had a feeling that the lad in front of me would soon be
getting off too and that all I would be left with for the rest of the way
home and probably all of the night to come was his face and the movement of
his hand in and out of his pants. Decent memories to recall as I was laying
in my bed I thought. Sure enough, two stops on, and the next boy got off.
The carriage we were in was emptying faster than I thought as the train had
still the best part of a thirty minute journey still to go. I was half
expecting the guy to get up and move to another seat facing the other way.
There were plenty of them around now. But he just stayed where he was. Our
legs still touching every so often.

As the train pulled out of the next station I sat there, trying to look
everywhere but at the boy in front of me. That was until once again the
train shot into another black tunnel. Then his reflection was clear in the
glass once again. But this time, instead of looking over towards the other
side of the carriage as he had been doing before, I realised that he was
looking straight at me. I was convinced that I had been caught and this guy
was not going to be too happy. I felt my hard cock start to deflate as my
brain started to convince itself that more blood would be needed elsewhere
to operate my fists when this guy started to get pissed off by another
bloke eyeing him up.

We bolted back out into the murky daylight once again. I could feel his
eyes now almost burning into my flesh. Unable to hold off any longer I
looked straight ahead at this guy. The reflection I had been studying
earlier definitely wasn't wrong. He was smiling and his face was glowing.
His skin was as smooth as I had thought. And now I could make out that his
eyes were a deep shade of intoxicating brown. He just looked at me. Then I
realised that he was enticing me to look further down. Which I did. And
then I saw it. The boy had his hands in his crotch. He had hold of the fat,
hard tube in his pants and stretched the material tight so that I couldn't
have been mistaken about what I was looking at. I looked back at him and
smiled.

He had clearly got the reaction he was expecting because he leant forward
and whispered to me, "Want some of this?". Stupid question really. I'd
spent the last twenty minutes trying to cover up how much I wanted it. I
just nodded. "My stop is the next one." He said. The train began to slow
down.

My head was filled with the sound of metal on metal, screeching loudly as
the train pulled into the station. The guy in front of me stood up and
walked down the centre of the carriage towards the door. Instinctively, I
stood up and followed. The newspaper I had with me stayed firmly in front
of me to hide my excitement. I could see that my new mate had his hands in
his pockets, clearly holding back the straining bulge that would have been
all to evident in the front of his pants. His arse was like a magnet that I
was irresistibly being drawn towards.

The damp cool air hit me as the doors opened and we got off the train. The
platform was filled by a throng of school children, chattering excitedly as
they started to push past to get onto the train. We weaved through the
lines of people and walked into the station building. He never once looked
around to see if I was still with him. Obviously content with the knowledge
that just watching me and the image of him holding his hard cock a few
moments earlier was enough to keep my mind on the job. He was right too.

Inside the light was dim. I had never been in this station before, but the
guy in front knew exactly where he was going. He led us to the back of the
building and into the toilets. Still without turning around he walked down
the row of cubicles to the last one and opened the door. He walked in and I
followed.

Almost as soon as I had shut the door behind me, the guy wrapped his arms
around my torso and pinned me against the back of the door. He brought his
face close to mine. For a moment I could feel his breath hitting me in the
face, I inhaled it all, like some amazing new drug. Then our lips pressed
together. We both moaned, groaned and panted as our tongues switched from
one mouth to the next. Lips merged together and tongues probed deeper and
deeper all the time.

Continuing our passionate kiss, my hands began to roam all over his body. I
stroked the back of his head and then his neck for a while, drawing him
closer to me. Our eyes were open and looking straight into each other's as
our tongues continued to lash our juices between our mouths. I moved on and
spread my hands all over his back, making sure that our heaving chests were
pressed together. I was almost certain I could feel his erect nipples
pressing through his t-shirt and against me.

My finger tips reached the waistband of his pants. I slipped one and then
both hands inside and down. The guy was building up plenty of heat inside
them. I grabbed a handful of boxer short covered arse and squeezed gently.
A gentle rolling moan was let out into my mouth, allowing me to grab his
tongue with my lips and suck on it as I pulled him closer to me. Our bodies
were being ground together as our cocks rubbed up against each other.

He broke the kiss and began to nip carefully at my ear. I took a firm hold
of his arse and pulled him closer trying to mesh our bodies together. I
could feel my cock twitching against his as he continued sucking at my ear.
Then he placed his hands on my shoulders and started to push down. Time to
play. I allowed him to push me down further and further. My face pressed
against his body every inch of the way. He had this unique, fresh smell
about him. It just made me want him even more.

Eventually I was kneeling on the floor. My head level with his crotch. His
cock was sticking our, bulging almost obscenely from the front of his
pants. I grabbed hold of his legs and pushed him against the wall
separating our cubicle from the other. His body slammed against the wall as
my hands grappled with the waistband of his pants. I took hold of them and
pulled them off. It got stuck briefly on the flag post that was his hard
cock. I took hold of it, still covered by his boxers and brought the
trackie pants down to around his ankles. Once again, I buried my face into
his body. This time though into his cotton covered crotch. The smell was
musky, teenage hormones filled my nose. His boxer shorts were slightly
damp. Some precum, probably the dried mess of previous adventures and the
smallest hint of piss.

The guy was clearly growing impatient, he took hold of his boxer shorts and
pulled them down for me. His dick hit my face, smearing me with some of his
precum as it snapped back and hit him against his belly. It was thick and
smooth. About six and a half, maybe seven inches long, just the right size.
His balls were tight and drawn up against his body. Like his shaft, his sac
was smooth and inviting. I noticed a small trail of light coloured hairs
running from his belly down and exploding into a neatly trimmed patch of
blond coloured pubes at the base of his cock.

I couldn't hold off anymore. I needed to go down on him. I pushed my face
into his now naked crotch. He yelled out a little at the first sensations
of my face on his sensitive flesh. I pushed my tongue in between his legs,
lapping at the inside of his thigh, first one side and then the other. I
could taste the sweat that had been building up in anticipation of this
moment.  Instinctively, he spread his legs a little wider, giving me even
greater access to these new toys.

His hands reached down to my head and he began to run his fingers through
my hair, as if trying to coax me further up and tackle his throbbing dick.
I looked up. The guy was panting heavily, his eyes closed and his head
back, revelling in the feeling. His cock was still pointing upwards and I
could see small beads of precum leaking from his piss slit and spreading
over the head of his cock, creating a small damp patch at the bottom of his
t-shirt. I couldn't resist that look, I had to give him a little of what he
wanted.

I pushed my mouth up and engulfed his balls between my lips. His fingers
dug into my head as I began to lavish each one with my saliva, rolling them
around my lips before letting go and tonguing around the back of his sac. I
stroked a finger between the back of his balls sac and his arse crack as I
continued rushing my tongue over each of his soft orbs. It was totally
hairless. I brushed my finger tip against the tight ring of his ass hole,
again completely smooth. His soft skin was driving me crazy, I wanted this
guy who I had known for less than half an hour in every position I could
think of. He of course just wanted relief.

Wrapping one hand around his cock, I began to pump it gently back and
forth. I slid his foreskin over the head of his dick, greasing it up with
his precum, before pulling it back down again and exposing the bright
purple bell end of it to the air. As I continued rhythmically pulling his
dick, I brought my other hand from his arse crack to my nose. I breathed
deeply, taking in that musky boyish scent. I brought a couple of fingers to
my lips and put them inside my mouth. I worked my tongue over my fingers as
my other hand toyed with the foreskin on this guy's dick. He moaned as I
continued my very deliberate slow strokes of his cock.

My fingers now dripped with saliva as I withdrew them from my mouth. At the
same time, I placed my index finger at the entrance to his small puckered
hole. He shivered as I touched him. I brought his cock down to my lips and
pressed the uncovered tip of his leaking manhood against my lips. At the
same time, I moved both into their respective holes. He pushed himself
forward, thrusting his cock into my mouth. It felt so good as it gorged its
way between my lips.  At the time I pressed gently against his hole. In a
hail of moans and hormonal cries, the tight ring gave a little and the end
of my finger slipped inside his hot chute.

Grabbing at tufts of my hair, he pulled my head further down on him. I felt
his hot tool writhe and twitch as he pushed forward into my mouth. His
taste was like his scent, only stronger.  His shaft felt so smooth pushing
over my lips, the heat of it enveloped my whole mouth. I could feel the
drips of his juice spraying into my mouth and down my throat as he
continued relentlessly. He sped up a little as my finger probed deeper into
his hole. As if trying to get himself off my hard touch, but there was no
way I was letting this one go.

First one and then a few more and finally my nose was buried deep into that
small patch of blond pubes that surrounded the base of his dick. I felt his
smooth balls rest against my stubbly chin. I teased him a little more as I
continued pressing every inch of his shit chute with my finger. I raised my
free hand to his balls and started rolling them around my fingers.  Almost
as if I could feel his cum churning around inside them, waiting to be
unleashed deep inside my throat. Unexpectedly for him, I forced my second
finger inside his arse. It was like a light switch coming on. In that
instant, he lost all control of himself and started to pound my face with
his powerful tool.

With each thrust I could feel his tight balls slap against my chin,
prickling his sac ever so slightly with my unshaven face. He kept tight
hold of my head as he banged his way in and out of my mouth. I used my lips
to pull his foreskin back over his shiny knob as he pulled out of my mouth,
and the same way, when he plunged back it, my lips uncovered his throbbing
member violently with each thrust. It was as if more and more of him was
disappearing down my throat. It pulsed and moved as if it had a life of his
own. One moment his pubes were pressed up against my nose, the next he was
lining himself up for another go. And all the time, my fingers worked
deeper and deeper into him.

He started grunting now. I don't know whether it was because he was getting
ever closer to his climax or whether I was stretching his hot hole so wide
with my fingers. I concentrated more and more on moving my fingers around,
letting him feel what it was like to have his backside full. I pressed down
onto the walls of his chute one last time just as he thrust his way into my
mouth. He screamed out. Loud enough for anyone outside to hear and then he
tensed completely. The pair of us stopped still for what seemed like an
eternity, but what must have only been a few brief seconds. His balls
against my chin stirred and twitched violently.  His hole, full with my
fingers, clenched around them tight. His arse cheeks tried to trap me even
more.  And then it hit me. Wave after wave of his sticky fluid caused his
dick to writhe around as it injected me with his hot cream.

I took my fingers from his hole after he stopped spraying his load down my
throat. I wrapped my arms around him as best I could and rested my hands
against his smooth arse cheeks. I could feel him going softer in my mouth.
Finally, I had recovered enough to take hold of his flaccid cock and gently
lick around the end of his shaft to clean him off a little. I looked up and
he smiled at me, seemingly appreciative of my help to clean him up.

Letting him fall out of my mouth, I lent back a little way. A damp spot was
clear on the front of my trousers and my cock still twitched, as hard as
ever. I got a real good look at this guy for the first time. His nipples
were hard and stuck out through the tight fitting t-shirt he had on.  And
his dick, although soft, was still a reasonable size as it lay over his
balls. His foreskin still not retracted, the head of his cock still looked
like something worth sucking on.

He reached down and began to gather his boxer shorts and trackie pants as
if ready to pull them up. Quickly my mind raced, we still hadn't finished
here. There was plenty more that I'd like to do with this guy, but it was a
bit difficult getting it all done in this small toilet cubicle.
Nevertheless, there was something in my pants that definitely didn't want
the fun to finish just yet. I reached over and took his arms. I looked up
to him and whispered, "not yet mate."

He smirked and seemed to understand what I meant. I stood up once again and
kissed him hard and passionately on the lips again. His tongue flicked
around my mouth. I think he was enjoying tasting what remained of his own
spunk from my mouth. I was certainly enjoying the way he was trying to suck
me dry. As he carried on his expert tongue worked, I released the buckle on
my belt and allowed my pants to fall to the floor. My boxer shorts were a
little more difficult to get off with our kiss still in an advanced stage.
But eventually I managed to prise the tight shorts, soaked in a mixture of
sweat and precum, from my hot and clammy skin.

I was the one who broke the kiss this time. "Wank me." that was all I
said. It's all I needed to say. I was determined to look straight into his
eyes while he pulled me. It has always been a late night fantasy of mine to
look a stranger straight in the eye as he takes my hard dick into his hand
and wanks me long and slow. I shivered slightly as he took my fat eight
inches into his hand and felt the length and width of the thing. My hands
went back to resting on his arse once again. I had thought about seeing if
he would take me up his hole, but time was getting short and this was a
dangerous place to be doing anything, let alone having a guy bend over for
you.

Never once did he brake the gaze we had. I encouraged him by stroking his
soft cheeks, occasionally brushing into his crack and moving a finger or
two over his hole. He was smirking that naughty boy smirk all the time as
he pulled me expertly. I watched his arm as he pulled my foreskin back and
then over the head once again. The noise was soft and highly erotic as the
air filled with the smell of my dick leaking precum onto his hands and I'm
sure all over my shaft and onto the floor.

He started to speed up as he heard my breath start to be come shallower. I
could feel my balls start to rise as his expert hand brought me closer and
closer. I remember for a split second thinking what I lucky sod this guy
was, if he was able to do what he was doing to me with his own dick, I'd
never be able to stop wanking myself at all. Those thoughts soon went away
though as I concentrated on not closing my eyes. I was going to watch him
all the time. I whispered to him to go harder. He responded, pulling me
faster and faster. My foreskin started speedily retracting and covering the
end of my cock once again. I was panting loudly now. Still those deep brown
eyes looked into mine. That smirk never went away.

I could feel his dick, obviously hard again brushing against the inside of
my thigh. I grasped tight hold of his arse cheeks and bit my bottom lip as
I could feel myself going past the point of no return. I shot. It seemed to
go on forever. Jets of my hot sperm flooded out from my dick. It hit the
guy's dick, covered his patch of blond pubes, dipped onto his balls, down
his legs. Cum everywhere. I'd never shot so much in all my life. He kept
going though. Slowing down. Stroking my cock as it softened. Still looking
straight at me.

Finally it stopped. I fell back against the door where this whole thing had
started. He sat down on the toilet seat. His cock also going a little
softer. He spread his legs wide just as he did on the train. Although this
time his pants and his underwear rested around his ankles. His dick, balls
and pubes were covered with ribbons of my hot cum.

He looked up at me and smiled again, "My name's Steve by the way."


jakoffwithme@yahoo.co.uk
ICQ: 45862060

I suppose I should really thank the guy who I saw on the train yesterday
for giving me the inspiration to write this!! Though, from the way he was
eyeing up the school girls at all the stations we passed, I'm not too sure
he would be into anything that I've written about here.

Thanks again to everyone who has written to me in the past about other
stories. I really enjoy hearing from you. Keep in touch, either by email or
ICQ, I'm around quite often. If you haven't seen my web site yet, let me
know and I'll pass on the URL. Which has just reminded me, it's about time
I updated that thing!

- Jak