TRAIN RIDES

The tall, grey haired man stood on the station platform, along with several hundred other people, waiting for the 17:23 train.  This day was like every other day.  He went to work and caught the same time train home.    He got to the station at 17:12 and waited out patiently the eleven minutes before his train arrived.  It was always crowded and he always had to stand for the thirty-five minute journey to his stop.

 

The weather was warm today and he wore only the bare essentials, a black sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of loose sweats with boxers underneath.  He was a handsome looking man with dark brown eyes and a slightly tousled finish to his hair.  He was also lean and muscular and pretty fit too.  As he waited, he shoved his hands in the pockets of his sweats and rocked on the balls of his feet, staring at the pockmarked and dirty black asphalt coating of the platform.  Gradually, a mounting realisation crawled over his shoulders and the hair on the back of his neck prickled.  He had the strangest feeling he was being watched.  Unshouldering his small knapsack, he glanced behind him at the growing crowd of waiting people and as he surveyed the nearest faces, he spotted a younger man staring at him.  He was tall, well built with short brown hair and with piercingly blue eyes looking at him, through a pair of metal-rimmed spectacles.  He wore a khaki coloured, short-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of green fatigues.  Folding his arms across he chest, the younger man continued to stare.  The older man broke their eye contact quickly but not before he had noted the impressively muscled biceps and broad, well toned chest of the other man.

 

Fuck, that guy is built Jack thought, wondering whom he might be and why he was choosing to stare at him, an older guy with salt and pepper hair.  Just then, the train pulled into the station and the crowd moved forward, waiting for the electric doors to open.  Jack made his way to the end carriage and with the press of people, found himself right at the end of the car.  Standing in the aisle, he steadied himself by holding the grab handles on the back of the two adjacent seats either side of him as the train lurched forward to continue its journey.  The train was really crowded this particular day and the standing passengers were crushed together.  A short, obese man with very little hair, a bloated face and bulging eyes breathed noisily into Jack’s chest and face, his breath stinking of beer and garlic.  Jack turned away quickly and decided his only escape route from the deeply unattractive and foul scented man, was to face the end wall of the carriage and read the summer timetable for half an hour.  His reading matter stretched to a poster announcing the imminent arrival of a circus to the town and a health and safety poster about not cooking whilst drunk.

 

After a few minutes, people had settled into their positions, as had Jack.  He was standing against an arched doorway through which was a small luggage space.  There was no place to go, in front of him or behind him.  He was stuck in this one little spot until his stop.  Just as he was shaking his head and wondering why he had paid the price of a seat when he had no chance of ever finding one, he felt a hand brush across his buttocks.  Jack looked over his shoulder and thinking it was the fat smelly guy trying to touch him up, got ready to punch him on the nose but the man was facing away from him now.  Next to him was a young woman, fully engaged in talking to her friend.

 

Puzzled, Jack turned around and continued his riveting read of the summer schedules.  Moments later he felt the hand touch his backside again, only this time, the touch was much firmer, surer.  Jack tensed, wondering what the hell was going on and who the hell it was.  The hand continued to run across his buttocks, mapping the curves and definition.  Jack felt a frisson of arousal shimmer through him and decided to let this unexpected and tantalising episode play out, just to see what kind of conclusion it would lead to.  Sensing that Jack had given his tacit approval, the owner of the hand continued the probing exploration, rubbing and squeezing through the fabric of his sweats.

 

The hand pushed lightly between Jack’s thighs and fingertips touched and pressed against his perineum, making the tall, lean man moan quietly under his breath.  Feeling through the fabric, the hand continued its journey and clutched Jack’s balls, massaging and squeezing gently.  Reversing its route, the hand felt up and over Jack’s buttocks to the waistband of his sweats and slipped inside to touch and press against his body through the thin cotton fabric of his boxers.  Slowly, fingers worked inside the loose leg of his underpants to brush against the heated skin of his balls.  The contact of skin on skin sent a bolt of electricity through Jack’s body.  By now, Jack’s heart was pounding and a thin film of perspiration laced his upper lip.  The hand ran slowly across his hip and thigh to map his buttocks yet again, this time skin on skin.

 

Arching his back, Jack leaned into the anonymous touch as fingers pushed between his buttocks to search out his ass.  Closing his eyes involuntarily, Jack gave himself up to the pleasure being offered to him, pressing hard against the probing fingertips.  The fingertips rubbed at his entrance as a second hand skirted the waistband of his sweats to slip down the front and inside.  The second hand felt for Jack’s burgeoning erection and gripping gently, began to stroke softly and slowly.  As the first hand teased his anus, a finger nudging past his tight pucker to the first knuckle, the second hand ministered to his erection, stroking and pulling with increasing speed and purpose.

 

Jack couldn’t believe the aching sensations sweeping through his body as the stranger continued to stroke him, building his impending orgasm.  The strokes became quicker and quicker, matched by Jack’s increasingly fast heartbeat and breathing.  By now he was just moments away from climax and biting his bottom lip, tried to stop himself from crying out.  All of a sudden his orgasm overtook his conscious senses and he came, hard and long, pulsing seminal fluid against the inside of his sweats.  The hand continued to milk him and as his cock softened, it released him gently.  After adjusting his sweats back around his waist, the hands retreated and Jack was left alone, his head leaning against the cool glass housing the train timetable underneath.  He gasped for breath and he knees felt weak and shaky.  As he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand he realised he had made his lip bleed with the intensity of his orgasm and the need to keep it silent.

 

After a few moments recovery time, Jack glanced over his shoulder suddenly aware that a carriage full of people could be watching him, having witnessed his sexual escapade.  No one seemed to have noticed anything and Jack felt as if nothing had really happened, except that he knew it had, the sticky inside of his sweats was testament to that.

 

A few minutes later, the train pulled away from Jack’s stop as he walked to his little rented room in the guesthouse by the railway track.  Opening the main door, he quietly crept up the stairs and with his hand shaking, offered the key to the lock of his bedroom door.  Once inside he locked it again, stripped off his tee, sweats and boxers wrenched off his socks and shoes, and flung himself on the bed.  Not bothering to turn on the light, he lay in the dark with just an orange street lamp from the alley at the back of the house to illuminate him.

 

Staring at the cracks in the ceiling plaster, he ran through the events on the train and found that rather than be frightened or disgusted by what had happened, he was stimulated and aroused by it.  He wanted this to happen again and soon.  He had never experienced anything quite like it before and wondered if such a thing could prove to be addictive.  The idea of anonymous sex had crossed his mind before but he had always chosen to do nothing about it.  This time, however, it was different.  He hadn’t looked for it, expected it even, it had been offered to him and he had accepted it.  Willingly.

 

For the next two days, Jack took his usual place on the platform to wait for the 17:23 ride home.  He had taken to going commando, choosing to wear nothing at all under his sweats.  Wanting a repeat of the previous episode, he had decided to wear as little as possible in the expectation that easy access made for quicker satisfaction.  Each day his expectation and anticipation rose and each day his hopes were dashed when the tantalising brush against his backside didn’t happen.

 

On the third day, he was beginning to think it would never happen when, standing at the end of the car, holding the handgrips he realised that nothing would ever happen if he didn’t turn away from the crowded car to face the wall.  He waited and waited; reading the timetable and the poster warning about the evils of drink and cooking French fries was not helping.  At the least the circus poster had been changed and he now studied an advertisement for pickled herring.  He was about to give up and turn around when he felt a hand on his left buttock.  Suddenly every nerve ending in his body was on full alert, his breathing shallow and his cock already responding to the stimulus of the light, sensuous touch.

 

Within moments, the hand had slipped down the front of his sweats but momentarily hesitated.  Jack smiled to himself, his anonymous partner was surprised by his nakedness but not for long.  The hand continued its southward journey until it had wrapped itself around Jack’s rock hard shaft.  At the same time he felt the second hand pressing against his ass.  A foot slid between his ankles and encouraged him to widen his stance and spread his legs.  Suppressing a moan he shifted to accommodate the request and had his breath taken away by a well lubed finger breaching his entrance.  He had a sharp intake of breath as a second finger joined the first, gently screwing into his ass.  The hand around his cock started to stroke and pull and combined with the sensations generated in his ass he thought he was going to faint.

 

Just then, the lights went out on the train and it slowed to a halt.  There didn’t seem to be any emergency lighting and everyone was plunged into darkness, including Jack and his anonymous lover.  Suddenly, Jack felt the hand leave his cock and press between his shoulder blades, pushing him forward to bend at the waist.  As he did so, Jack flexed his knees slightly and to his utter surprise, felt the waistband of his sweats slip below his buttocks and a red-hot dick push at his ass as the fingers slipped away from it.  In one single gliding thrust a cock had filled his ass and was moving inside him.  Both hands were now planted on his hips as the speed of the thrusts increased rapidly.  Taking advantage of the darkness also meant being as quick as possible to avoid discovery when the lights were functioning again.

 

Jack reached down to his cock and masturbated hard and fast as his ass was being fucked.  Feeling the cockhead massage his prostate, producing wave after wave of pleasure, he knew his climax was very close.  He growled a quiet warning to his faceless lover and within seconds both of them had come.  Jack’s orgasm exploded over his hand and splattered over the floor of the train carriage.  Hurriedly, Jack pulled up his sweats, fearful of being exposed both literally and figuratively.  Within a few minutes, as his body battled to recover its equilibrium, the lights came on again and the train moved forward.

That night Jack could not sleep, only being able to think about this latest encounter.  He had actually been fucked, in public, on a train, in the dark.  He couldn’t believe what was happening to him and all he knew was he wanted more; more of the excitement, risk and overwhelming pleasure these encounters were giving him.  He suppressed the mounting curiosity about his faceless, silent lover and wished like hell that whoever he was, he continued to use the same time train.

 

The following evening Jack placed himself at the end of the train carriage, fervently hoping his lover would be there and indeed he was, only his actions were different.  He still masturbated Jack but slowly and with no real aim of bringing him off.  Jack thought this was odd but was just grateful for what he could get.

 

When he left the train unsatisfied, he walked slowly along the road beside the train track to the guesthouse.  He felt sure he was being followed and that what he heard was not the echo of his footsteps but the independent sound of another’s footfalls behind him.  Could this be the man from the train?  There was only one way to find out.  As Jack approached the entrance to the alley behind the guesthouse, he dipped inside and walked a little way along, straining to hear if the person was still following.  He leaned against the brick wall, his head on his forearms and his back to the alley.

 

Relieved, he felt a hand brush against his buttocks and this time, a body press up close behind him.  He felt the other man’s erection rub against him, eliciting a moan from both of them.  Again, one hand wrapped itself around Jack’s cock and the other pulled at his sweats to bare his firm rounded buttocks.  The cool night air kissed his heated skin as he tried to spread his legs.  By now his sweats had dropped to his ankles, impeding his stance.  Jack started to shuck off one leg to free up his foot but his faceless lover laid a hand on his thigh to stop him.

 

“I want you nice and tight,” a voice whispered hoarsely, making Jack’s dick jerk in the other man’s hand.

 

With that, a lubed finger slipped in between Jack’s buttocks and probed his ass.  Jack moaned, arching his back and pushing his ass against the fingertip.  One finger, then a next plundered his ass, stretching and working him.  The other hand left his cock for a moment and wrapped around his waist.  With a sideways shuffling movement the other man encouraged Jack to move a few steps to his left where there was an opening in the wall, filled by a low wooden gate.

 

“Bend over that,” the voice demanded.

 

Jack did and within moments he felt the other man’s cock slide into him.  Covering his back, the other man stretched over Jack and held the gate, giving him leverage enough to fully penetrate Jack.  The power and strength of the other man thrilled Jack as he started to pound into him fast and hard.

 

“God, you feel so fucking good,” the stranger panted, releasing his grip on the gate and planting his hands firmly around the front of Jack’s pelvis.  “You really like this don’t you?  Hard, fast anonymous fucking, it really gets you off.”

 

“It does when you do it,” Jack replied breathlessly, “Harder, c’mon, fucking harder!”

 

“Fuck, I’m coming!” gasped the anonymous lover as he continued to pound into Jack’s yielding ass.

 

Moments later, the other man withdrew his softening cock from Jack as his chest heaved for air.  Still with his hands on Jack’s hips, the man slowly turned Jack to face him but before he could get a good look at his lover, the other man had dropped to his knees and was taking Jack’s cock into his mouth.  Jack groaned loudly, enjoying the freedom of being able to give voice to his pleasure.  The other man sucked and laved as he cupped Jack’s balls in his other hand, squeezing and pulling to generate a feral growling sound from the back of Jack’s throat.  Jack started to rock his hips, effectively fucking the other man’s mouth and with the heat and moisture of his lips and tongue, Jack came, his semen spilling down the throat of his lover.

 

Seconds later, the men embraced tightly, daring to look at each other and kiss.

 

“That was amazing,” whispered Jack.

 

“Yeah,” breathed the other man.

 

“Daniel?”

 

“Mmmm?”

 

“Can I be the stalker next time?”

 

“Sure.”

 

“Cool.”

 

-o-

 

The End