This is a true story of one rail trip in Southern England and some background about me.
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Ashford Station
I was drifting across Southern England the Summer I turned 19. A nice railpass made stopping and going easy and Dad's credit card he insisted on giving me paid for the odd hotel/hostel/B&B.
I was on the platform in Ashford having come in on a slowpoke old style train from Hastings. I wanted to get back to London for the night.
The track I was waiting at was for a local that stopped a number of times before getting to Victoria Station. I had 90 minutes to wait.
The stationmaster asked if I wanted to get to London faster since a non-stop train was coming in 10 minutes.
Tempting, I looked at him and paused... Nice, 40ish, ginger hair with a fine mustache, fit.
"Is there a bar close by if I stay with the later train?" He nodded, "Across the lane is the Bells, quiet, they pull a good pint." I thanked him, as I turned to go there, "Can I buy you one?" He gave his watch a look, "In 20 minutes you can."
The direct approach had always done me proud, "I'd like to suck your cock also. Any chance?"
He laughed, "God you must be American. The only blokes who get right to it." "I am and I wouldn't mind bending over either." "Well, let's skip the pints until later. Come on."
He had a small office in the station, nice strong thick wood door.
"How about you start by showing me some of that body." My tan impressed him, his fingers slid over my skin, "Nice, I like a smooth boy. Soft as any girl. I hope you like to pick hair from your teeth because I've lots."
He wasn't kidding, ginger hair aplenty, not thick mats but fine hair everywhere. A lovely straight uncut cock with a proud covered helmet jutted out from a forest of red.
Kneeling, the cock was right at mouth level, he wasted no time finding out how warm my mouth was for him. He liked to control his cocksucker, that was fine with me. He smiled as I gagged, bringing saliva up to run down my chin. He wanted the back of my throat, insisted on getting there. I let my arms stay limp at my sides as the mouth fuck built in intensity. Down, down he went my nose buried in ginger pubes, his nuts flopped against my neck. One hand on the back of my neck the other above as he moved to the vertical straddling over me.
All the way in he paused, waiting for me to show distress then he back up never leaving my mouth. My cock was limp, I knew he was right kind of top for me. I never wanted my erection to disturb the man fucking me.
"Is your other cunt as good as this one?"
I grunted a yes around his cock. He moved to bottom his dick in me again. Bouncing up and down on my face.
My first sex had been like this with my best buddy at 12. We watched a big black guy face a blonde twink in an alley. We had been at the YMCA shooting hoops, biking home we always took this shortcut. A man's voice pointing out to someone that his mouth belonged to him made us pause. We snuck a look behind a dumpster at a scene we could have only imagined in a porn flic.
I was excited to be the blonde boy as I had known which way I was going on the sex dimension line for several years. Fear and the lack of opportunity kept me a virgin.
I was fixated on the scene, Darryl pulled me by my waistband. I reluctantly left with him. He had a hardon, I could see it in his shorts but I was soft.
At his house, we sat on his bed. He was still hard, "Damn, that kid was really getting it wasn't he?"
I agreed but my enthusiasm completely different from Darryl. He rubbed his cock through the soft material, "Man I'm gonna have to rub one out. You want to?"
We'd talked about such things but never gone the distance. I nodded. He stripped quickly. I stared at the glossy black skin, his cock hard, cut, small thatch of wiry hair. I couldn't avert my eyes.
"Man, going strip or stare at my cock all day, Mom will be home in an hour."
I acted on my desires, kneeling in front of Darryl, I kissed his cock.
"Open!"
It was all I needed to hear, he wanted my mouth. I loved the warm solid thing. I let my natural instincts take over and gave him my first blowjob. I moved up and down the shaft, sliding off to kiss and lick his balls. Darryl was incoherent with lust. He took my head beginning the facefuck that cemented my position as cocksucker. He moved around inside my mouth, testing my limits until he found I was submissive to his needs.
Then he controlled our passion, fucking my mouth, changing positions until the first load of his cum splashed onto my tongue. He sat on a chair holding my head between his legs.
"Jaime, that was great! I love your mouth. I guess you won't have any problems about doing this often will you?"
He knew that I wouldn't. He knew I was his cocksucker for as long as he wanted.
"Hey strip down but don't let my cock go!"
I got my shorts and briefs down, kicked them off. I worked my arms out of the t-shirt. Sucking on that black dick doing this really turned me on. I was still soft but excited.
Darryl smiled, "Now quickly let me go, get the shirt off and back to my dick."
That done, his hands held my head again, "We're gonna move to the bed. You lie on your back with your head over the side. Got it?" I nodded. He let me go, "Now!"
I jumped up, climb on the bed in reverse and was in position as he approached. In my mouth went that lovely thing. He leaned over balls over my nose, a hand under my chin. Fucking commenced. His left hand move over my chest, each nipple was pulled and twisted, then as his tempo picked a thumbnail sank into the left nipple and his first finger pinned it.
My arms reached up, "Don't think about it bitch! Spread those thighs and take it like the bitch you are now!"
His instincts told him I was his for the using and our roles were in place.
He fucked my mouth hard, really slamming onto my face, enjoying his domination. He moved the torture to the other nipple and continued. He was really putting it to my mouth, gagging was now part of my sex life. He left off on nipples to spank my cock and balls. He sensed they were useless to me and abused them. Creating pain increased by lust for him.
He was facefucking me so hard I lost myself in the simple act of being a hole for his cock. When he started to cum he gripped both my nipples twisting them brutally. The sperm was shot into my throat, "Swallow it bitch!"
I did my duty. He let me go and flopped down on the carpet. We were both out of breath.
I rolled over looking at the body of the boy who owned my mouth. Sweat made his skin shine so brilliantly. Slender legs, firm belly, nice pecs and that cock!
I slid down, crawled over to him, took the cock into my mouth and lay down.
The red –haired stationmaster found as quickly that my submissive streak extended to lengthy explorations of my mouth. He went at it from every direction, moving my head into any position he liked.
"Time for your cunt now! Turn around!"
He used saliva to wet my ass, aimed and entered. A long slow push until he was in to his root. He, like Darryl, reached for my nipples. Hard nails, strong fingers. The fuck started fast, he mounted up over me and was off to the races from start.
He romped my ass! He was quietly verbal, letting me know how he was enjoying my ass. I tried to give him my best muscle control, letting him in and resisting his withdrawal.
He appreciated it, "Bitch you are a great fuck! Are you wanting my cum..." WHACK "back in here or drink it?"
Oh that hurt, he has strong hands. He smacked me a dozen times or so while punishing my left nipple.
I squirmed but couldn't retreat from the cock or hands.
"Cum where you want," I managed to gasp out as he was nearing orgasm.
"Good, you're going sit on it all the way to the Smoke!"
There are several other "rail" trips over Great Britain!
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