Date: Sun, 31 Aug 2008 19:32:30 +0100
From: Ben Mc <ben6920@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Not So Boring Train Ride

This is a true story.  My first experience with an older man and it
happened on a train...

Returning home from a family get together in the UK I was put on a train by
my parents at Liverpool. I had a 4/5 hour journey south ahead of me so I
settled for the most comfy seat I could find. I had bought a paper to read,
and I found a seat with a table in front to rest the paper on.  Although I
did enjoy riding trains this was going to be a long journey and I thought
it was going to be pretty long and boring.  I was to be proved wrong. I
should say at this point I was only 17 years old, a late developer, still
quite shy and very naive.

Although there was enough room for two I had the bench seat to myself, so I
spread myself out to stop anyone sitting next to me. There were a few
minutes left before the train departed and when I glanced up from reading
my paper I was a little shocked to see a smartly dressed elderly gentleman
staring at me through the window. I looked back at him wondering why he
might be looking at me like that.  After a few moments the man moved on and
I thought no more of it.

A minute or two later and I heard someone asking if anyone was sitting in
the space next to me, I didn't look up and moved aside to let the person
sit down.  I was slightly irritated as there were plenty of empty seats on
the train and this person was now taking more than half the space on the
seat. A moment passed and I suddenly realised the person now sitting next
to me was the same man that had been looking at me through the window.  I
felt distinctly uncomfortable and I thought about moving somewhere else on
the train, but in the end I stayed put.

The train now pulled out of the station and I concentrated on reading the
paper doing the crossword.  After a short while I forgot about things and
simply gazed out at the passing countryside, day dreaming.  I glanced
across at the man a couple of times to have a closer look, he must have
been in his fifties at least, a tall man, a shock of white hair, in a suit
and he had placed a briefcase upright on the table in front of him and was
reading a book.

A little while later, something caught the corner of my eye ...while he was
reading the book held in his right hand, the man had his left hand in his
pocket and he was playing with himself. The briefcase on the table in front
of him was acting as a shield so that nobody could see what he was doing
...except for me that is ...it didn't take me long to realise that he was
doing this for my benefit.

I had another look to check that my eyes were not deceiving me.  If
anything his hand was making an exaggerated movement to make sure I knew
what he was doing.  My first thought was "yeuch, that is gross!". I looked
out of the window and I was thinking I really have to change seats now. But
I didn't and several minutes passed before my thoughts started to change.
Now I was thinking "...he looked at me through the window ...he had a good
look at me ...he sat next to me ...and now he is showing me what he wants".

I got very nervous and while not visibly shaking I was churning inside. You
see I had always fantasised about being touched by an older man ...and
right here, right now, there was a very good chance it was finally going to
happen, my cherry was going to be plucked. I thought it through for a few
minutes and then I knew that I wanted this man to touch me in my most
private places.

He was still rubbing away as I repositioned myself closer to him.  I didn't
have to move very far as he was almost touching me already.  Under the
table I allowed my leg to gently bump his, our knees touching together. I
did this a few times so he knew that I was ready for him. He still wasn't
entirely sure so I held his wrist and guided his hand out of this pocket on
to me knee.

I then laid my winter coat over my lap acting as a blanket and shield and
moved closer to him.  We were in a very public place so had to be very
careful. Anyone walking down the aisle of the train might look at the wrong
moment.  His hand went on and off my knee several times testing my
intentions, so I firmly grasped his hand and pushed it onto my thigh.  For
a few minutes he allowed his hand to wander up and down my leg gently
squeezing and massaging me.

>From being utterly disgusted only ten or fifteen minutes previously, I was
now thoroughly enjoying the situation and I wanted him to explore me
fully. And slowly but surely his hand moved up in between my legs as he
sought out my manhood. Although I was extremely excited, strangely I had no
erection at all and I could feel him searching in vain for me.  It took him
several minutes to pinpoint the exact location.  It didn't help that I had
a very tight pair of jeans which he struggled to undo.

I duly undid them for him and loosened them after which he immediately took
advantage by allowing his fingers to slide inside my briefs.  He caressed
my pubic hair before gently caressing my balls and cock, gently easing them
out into the open, although still under my jacket.  I glanced across to see
him smiling at me. I looked away quickly still very shy and outwardly
extremely self conscious at what was happening.

Slowly but surely I became fully erect under his touch. I had become very
wet and while firmly but gently holding my stiff cock in his left hand, his
thumb used the ample lubrication to caress the head of my cock.  Then after
pulling my jeans down a little more, his fingers explored a little further
down between my legs past my balls now touching my bottom.  He pulled his
hand away briefly putting his fingers tips in his mouth, turning the page
of his book, then back down between my legs.  One of his fingers then eased
its way very slowly inside my bottom in a small circular motion. After a
while his hand slipped back up to my testicles which he inspected by
feeling every part of them expertly and gently one at a time, before
finally moving back to my by now throbbing cock.

This went on for sometime. In between I went to the toilet to relieve
myself and after brushing past the man, my buttocks against his crotch, I
noticed he was smiling very intently and staring at my tight jeaned
bottom. As soon as I returned to my seat his hands were on me silently
demanding entry inside my jeans once again, which I have to admit I was
only too pleased to allow.  He didn't bring me to orgasm, but in other
circumstances certainly would have done only too easily.

After about 3 hours the man's stop had arrived and he got up to leave, he
turned and smiled but we didn't speak. I wanted to say thank you but
couldn't say anything.  Sometimes I wish I had given him my telephone
number so we could have arranged something at a more private location so
that he could have had me properly. My first experience was over but it was
memorable.