Commuter Train Encounters By drhankman
The standard disclaimers all apply, blah blah blah... If you are not supposed to be reading adult material, then don't. Chances are good though that if you found this story on Nifty you know exactly what kind of a story it is. Some of this story is true and really happened to me, and some of it is fantasy. I will leave it to your imagination to guess which is which.
There he was again, the handsome blue-eyed guy in the business suit sitting on the train a few seats away. I was living in Orange County at the time, commuting home from LA in the Metrolink commuter train.
I always liked getting to the train at Union Station early so I could stake out a comfortable seat, and this time I watched him coming down the aisle toward me in his well-tailored grey suit.
He was not really tall, perhaps around 5' 8", but he moved with a quiet confidence and his blue eyes sparkled as he took a seat facing mine a couple rows away. He had a cowlick in his light brown hair and a cleft in his chin that gave him a boyish look, although I guessed his age at around forty. You could tell that underneath those clothes was a well-built athletic body.
I didn't want to get caught staring at him, so I put on my sunglasses and watched his reflection surreptitiously in the window. After a while, I thought I noticed him chubbing up a bit. Sure enough, a minute later I could see the outline of his cock extending down his left trouser leg. I noticed a wedding ring on his finger as he gently stroked his dick through his dress pants with his thumb. Damn! Needless to say I got a hard-on too, and started oozing precum in my jeans, which suddenly seemed too tight.
All too soon the train arrived at my stop, and I had to hold my backpack in front of me to avoid offending any of the other passengers. As I got up our eyes locked, and he got a knowing grin on his face and nodded at me. And I thought I was being so subtle as I checked him out!
I had to go home and take care of myself that day, but I kept looking out for him in the upcoming weeks hoping for a repeat performance. One day I was sitting in one of the front seats in the carriage, and he came up the stairs just as the train pulled out of the station. He looked at me, smiled, and took the seat next to mine. We chatted and made small talk for a while, and as he relaxed he slouched down a bit and let his knees spread apart, touching mine. I did not pull my knees away, and he didn't either. Our legs were pressed together, and I was getting pretty horny. I moved my hand near my crotch, and watched as his eyes dropped down to it.
Just then his phone rang. Damn! I had an idea though. I got out my iphone and typed on the screen. When he was done with his call I showed him what I had written: "want a blow job?" A slow smile covered his face as he typed back on his phone screen: "yeah, where and when?" I typed back: "I am going down to the bathroom. Try the latch in about 5 minutes and then knock 3 times." He just smiled and gave me a thumbs up sign.
A few minutes later I heard the knock on the door and I stood aside so nobody outside could see me as I unlocked it and let in my handsome businessman. I sat down (fully dressed) on the toilet and we locked eyes as he walked over and stood, feet apart, in front of me. My eyes were drawn down to the lump in his trousers, not fully hard but starting to snake down his trouser leg. I reached up and traced the outline of his glans, and his cock jumped as I touched it. I placed my palm flat against his crotch, feeling the length of his rapidly hardening dick.
I looked back up into his eyes as my fingers travelled up and found the tab on his zipper. He groaned a bit as I pulled down the zipper and reached inside, feeling the thin fabric of his boxers covering my prize. I unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down around his knees, and then reached up inside the leg of his boxers, feeling up his thigh until my hand cupped his low hanging balls. With my other hand, I reached in his fly and pulled his cock through. It was about 7" cut, not too thick, and with a really nice vein running down the length. At this point I couldn't hold myself back, and I stuck out my tongue and licked just the tip of the head. His cock jumped at the touch, and I opened my jaw and slid the head into my mouth and ran my tongue around it. He put his hands on my head, but didn't try to take control as I slowly slid his dick down my throat, until I could feel his balls on my chin and my nose was pressed against his pubic bone.
I sucked him slowly like this for a bit, but I wanted to see a bit more of him. I pulled the waistband of his boxers down over his throbbing cock, and as I pulled his shorts down he took off his suit jacket, turned around, and hung it on the hook on the door. Now his shirt was hanging down blocking my view, so I looked in his eyes as I unbuttoned it and slid my hands slowly up past his tight abs and up to his chest. I had been right: he definitely took care of himself. He was not built like a bodybuilder, but his muscles were well defined and I loved the hair I found on his chest and the little treasure trail that led my eyes back down to his pubic hair, and then again to his delicious cock that was now leaking a drop of precum. I touched my tongue to the tip of his dick and gently licked it off, savoring the salty slightly bitter taste.
Now he grabbed my head in his hands again and pulled me down on his dick again, until my nose was buried in his pubes. I pulled back and gave him the best blowjob I know how, using my tongue to lick around his throbbing dick as I slid it in and out of my mouth, alternately deep throating him and backing off and gently sucking the head. With one hand I reached up and pinched his nipple, feeling around his hot hairy chest and with the other hand I reached behind him and cupped his ass in my hand, pulling him toward me until my nose was once again buried in his pubes.
Then I held his dick up and started licking his balls. I felt his legs give a shudder, and I moved my hand between his legs and ran my finger gently over his taint, and back circling around his asshole. His cock lay throbbing on my cheek as I sucked both of his balls into my mouth. I let them pop out, and followed the shaft from its base to the tip with my lips, and resumed my blowjob while my finger gently rubbed at his asshole.
It didn't take long before his legs were trembling and his dick swelled in my mouth, and I increased my pace until he shot into my mouth, his hips heaving as several jets of his salty cum hit the back of my mouth.
I held him there for a couple minutes, his hands resting on my head and the quivering in his legs slowly subsiding. "Jesus Christ" was all he said. I didn't feel like swallowing the load of a complete stranger, so I got up and spat into the sink and rinsed out my mouth.
I was hard as a rock inside my jeans, and as I stood at the sink my handsome stranger came up behind me and whispered in my ear "I don't suck, but after that blowjob I can't just leave you like this." His left hand (the one with the wedding ring) came around and cupped my balls through my 501s, and his right hand unbuttoned them and slid inside my boxer briefs.
He pulled my jeans and shorts down and I leaned back into his body as he took my fat six incher in his hand. With one hand he held the base, and with the other he pulled back my foreskin and started rubbing my precum around the head. He let the skin cover the head again, slipping a finger underneath it and swirling in around and underneath my cock. I was putty in his hands. He spat on his palm, and stroked me up and down, varying the speed and pressure until I was bucking against him. I could feel his cock, still naked, pressing against my butt and the feeling of his arms around me while he jerked me off soon had me over the edge. I spasmed as squirt after squirt of cum sprayed into the sink.
He held me like that for a while as my cock relaxed, and I heard the train intercom in the background. "Santa Ana station in 5 minutes" the voice said. "Shit" I said. "I missed my stop!"
I quickly cleaned myself up and made myself presentable, and turned toward him and gave his crotch one last grope. "Thanks" I said. "That was awesome." "Yes it was." He said, as I slipped out the door. I stepped off the train in Santa Ana, a satisfied feeling in my groin, hoping that there was still a train going in the other direction that evening and wondering if I would ever see him again.