Date: Thu, 3 Jun 2010 09:53:02 +0000
From: steven rowe <steven-rowe@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Brian and I (1)

This is my first story, so please let me know if you like it and want
more. This particular story is true and accurate to the best of my
memory. Terms such as "load" and "shoot" have been added since the event,
as I wasn't familiar with them at the time. All the usual disclaimers and
copyright rules apply. I hope you enjoy.

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I was on my way home from Leeds one November evening; I had been working
there for about eight months, enduring the return train journey from
Stockport every day.

As usual the train was packed; I was used to this by now though. I had
begun to recognise the usual faces, some even smiling and saying hello.

The 17.15 from Leeds stopped at Dewsbury, as it did every evening and yet
more people squeezed on, safety wasn't really a concern in the race to get
home, especially in the era before the unfortunate train crashes of 2000
and beyond.

I still hadn't got a seat, but that wasn't to be an issue. I became aware
of a man standing next to me; he had managed to squeeze past some
passengers in the doorway and now stood in the aisle. He was a fair bit
taller than I was and carrying a briefcase. Not especially good looking
comes to mind now, however that was before I imagined anything remotely
attractive about other men.

As the journey carried on I felt him closer to me, I even felt his hand
brush my cock. Dismissing it as due to the packed train I thought no more
of it. It happened again! He was definitely touching me up. He became more
confident and the faint strokes started to be slower and linger on my cock,
which to my surprise began to rise. I was enjoying this, so much so that I
turned to face him so he could carry on, slightly opening my raincoat to
aid his strokes which lasted longer. I looked up and he gave me a knowing
smile. I checked nobody could see us and allowed him to carry on, much to
my arousal!

By this time I had a full scale erection; and he was slowly running one
finger up and down my shaft which was reacting to his gentle touching. This
was truly amazing! "What was I doing, allowing a perfect stranger to stroke
my cock on a commuter train?" I thought to myself as he took me to
somewhere approaching paradise. As it was, we were rapidly approaching
Huddersfield where my stranger suddenly stopped, smiled at me and promptly
departed the train. He looked back into the carriage as he walked onto the
platform, smiled and disappeared.

I spent the rest of the journey in a daze, wondering what the hell had
happened to me. I wasn't exactly sure what had happened, I even thought I'd
fallen asleep and dreamt it. I was sure of one thing, I had really enjoyed
it!

Two weeks later:

Once again I was on the 17.15 (packed) train from Leeds. I hadn't forgotten
my encounter with the stranger a few weeks ago, and had been looking out
for him. The train pulled into Dewsbury and there he was! I looked out of
the window and made eye contact with him; he smiled a knowing smile and got
on the train. There he was standing next to me; I was breathless at the
thought of a repeat of a few weeks ago. Within a minute his hand was gently
stroking my already erect cock, I turned to face him to assist his
endeavours, which my cock was certainly appreciating. It was bliss.

As we approached Huddersfield, I wasn't far off shooting my
load. Reluctantly, I moved his hand away before I had a load of cum in my
boxers. The train arrived at Huddersfield and my stranger began to depart
the train. To my surprise, so did I!  At every fifteen minutes, I could
always get another train home, that wasn't a problem for me, so I followed
my stranger.

Outside the station he stopped and said "hello, my name is Brian" "I'm
Steven" I stuttered. What did you do in this situation? What was I getting
myself into? "Fancy a drink?" I asked him. "Yes, could do" he replied with
a smile. There was a bar adjoining the station so we went in there. I was
surprised at what a nice man he was, he had a senior job at the local
council and so many times a month had to work at another office, hence the
irregular train journeys.

We were still there, over an hour later, chatting like good friends, much
to my relief. We had similar interests, similar political beliefs and
certainly got on.

As the pints began to dwindle, the "what next?" scenario began to circulate
in my head. I decided to go to the loo for a pee and to think. He was a
nice guy, what were his intentions?

The door opened and he was stood next to me. He unzipped himself and his
erect cock slipped out ...to say it was large is an understatement. "Wow!"
I thought to myself. He was a big boy!

As we returned to the bar, he walked over to the table, collected the
glasses and placed them on the bar. Well, drinking was obviously over.

We entered the cold Yorkshire air and began to walk. Somewhere at the back
of the station was a row of large Edwardian houses that had seen better
days, some being converted to offices. Brian led us to the back of one.

He stopped and turned, and began to kiss me passionately with his tongue
forcing itself into my mouth. "Just go with the flow, Steven" I thought to
myself and I did. Before I knew it my trousers were around my ankle and
Brian was sucking my cock; I held his head as he hungrily slurped on my now
fully erect cock. I was in Heaven. I was soon nearly naked as he expertly
explored my body, kissing my nipples, fingering my ass and still sucking my
cock. I hadn't expected this as I'd left work that evening!

He stood up and smiled at me, "Are you enjoying it?" "Mmmmm, I am" I
replied. I knelt down and began wanking his lovely cock, taking it into my
mouth and sucking as much as I could. "This is lovely" I thought to
myself. Brian complimented me on my ability, little did he know he was the
first guy I had ever sucked off or wanted to! His cock began to throb even
more as he moaned with pleasure, I sucked him more and licked down his
thick shaft, he was easily 8inches, maybe more?

"Can I cum?" he asked. "At least he had manners to ask", I thought to
myself. I didn't want to let him out of my mouth so just nodded my
consent. Within a minute, I felt his load shooting into my mouth. Hot
creamy cum filling my mouth, it was delicious. I let him empty all his cum
into my mouth and licked his cock clean for him.

I stood up to face him and he kissed me with such passion, I was taken
aback. He knelt down, took my cock in his hand and said, "Now it's your
turn, feel free to shoot". "Mmmm ...", I murmured. Within minutes, I was
beginning to cum; I had my hands on the wall and looked down to see this
lovely man, sucking hungrily on my cock, as I fed it into him. It wasn't
long after that when I unleashed my cum into his mouth. That was sheer
bliss and I remember it as if it was yesterday and not eighteen years ago.

I dressed myself and we left the alley, walking back to the station as if
we were two colleagues who had just left the office. "Certainly an evening
to remember", I thought to myself.