By: Lucas Miller
After a night of drinking in London, my buddy Kevin and I rushed to catch the last train out of Victoria Station to the southern suburbs. We managed to get to the station just as the train was about to leave. Out of breath, we dropped into the uncomfortable seats, happy not to have to take a cab back.
Kevin and I had been living outside of London for almost three months. We had decided the year before to be adventurous. From the States we arranged for some menial jobs and cheap accommodations, and then set out on a yearlong vacation in London.
During our three months together, we lived in one room rented from an older woman who owned the house. The closest thing to privacy was that there were two beds in the room. However they were separated only by about a foot. Needless to say, Kevin and I became very close. We weren't exactly lovers, but we did watch each other jerk off.
The first time was a bit awkward. Both of us had our hands under the covers and inside our underwear. I knew what he was doing and he knew what I was doing. Somehow we started talking about sex and when we had it last. Then we talked about how often we jerked off, and from there we agreed it would be okay to jerk off in front of each other. It was strange, but very cool to watch my good friend yank on his six inch cock and to play with his balls. That's all we did, though. We never talked about having sex; jerking off was just fine with us.
Now, with quite a bit of alcohol in our systems, my thoughts turned to getting back to our room, stripping down, and pulling on my six-and-a-half inch dick. I rubbed the crotch in my jeans as I pictured Kevin undressing and laying down on his bed, spitting in his palm like he always did, and then beginning to work on his smooth shaft.
"Quit it!" Kevin snapped nodding toward my crotch. "Someone's watching you." He threw another nod to my right and across from us.
A man, probably in his early thirties, was watching me intently. He was well-dressed in a pair of dark trousers and a dress shirt. The man gave me a smile and placed his hand in his own crotch.
I whispered to Kevin, "I think he's horny, too."
He put his lips to my ear, "Let's see how horny he is."
A surge of excitement passed through me. The man was still looking at me and was now rubbing his own crotch. I spread my legs, giving him a view of the growing lump in the center of my crotch. He did the same. Looking around, there were no other passengers on the train. I slowly undid my belt and unbuttoned the top of my jeans. Again, he did the same. I was about to undo my zipper when Kevin reached over and grabbed it. He carefully lowered it.
I lifted my butt to pull the jeans down to my thighs. The man remained still and wide-eyed, with his trousers unbuttoned.
"I think he needs your help," I said to Kevin.
Kevin didn't need any more prompting. He stood up and walked over to the man. He knelt in front of him and pulled the zipper down. Kevin didn't stop there. He tugged the trousers down and pulled them past the man's shoes.
I lowered my underwear and began jerking my fully erect cock. I watched as the now shocked man moved his attention from me to Kevin, who was pulling at the waistband of the stranger's bikini briefs. The man pulled himself up off the seat and allowed Kevin to slide the underwear down his legs and past his feet.
"Holy shit!" Kevin exclaimed. "Come take a look at this!"
I tried to walk over to them but my jeans and underwear were all tangled around my legs. I kicked off my shoes and pulled the clothing off. Walking nearly naked to the man, I had a thought about what would happen if the train stopped and others were to discover us. This excited me even more.
When I reached Kevin I finally saw what he saw. The man's cock had to have been ten inches long. I squatted down beside Kevin for a closer look. "It's huge! Did you touch it?"
"Touch it!" I said, but before he could do it the man spoke.
He spoke, but it was in some other language. Kevin and I looked up at him and from the man's facial expressions we could tell he wasn't angry, but wanted us to do something more.
Sensing our inability to understand him, he motioned for me to sit next to him. I looked at Kevin with a questioning look.
"Go ahead, take a seat," he replied.
I sat down and the man's hand grabbed my cock. "See he wants you to touch it," I said.
Kevin took the stranger's long, thick dick in both of his hands and the man smiled with pleasure. He then held up a finger to get us to pay attention. In his own language he spoke of something that sounded odd, but then lowered his head and kissed the tip of my cock.
I was initially repulsed by this, and then the sensation of his lips on my cockhead sent shivers of pleasure down the length of my cock that spread throughout my body.
The man smiled again and nodded at Kevin.
"Do it, Kevin. It feels incredible!"
Kevin gave me a strange look, but slowly put his lips to the giant piece of meat in front of him. The man gave a moan of approval. His hand began to jerk me off as he placed his other hand on the back of Kevin's neck. He pushed my friend's head down farther on his cock and Kevin took about an inch in his mouth.
I reached over and grabbed the base of the man's dick. It was so thick that I couldn't get my fingers around it. He let go of my cock and pulled my shirt up. I moved my hand from him just long enough to help him get my shirt off. He then pulled his own off.
My hand returned to his dick and the man lowered his head to kiss my shoulder. Kevin was feverishly working on the hard cock in his mouth, only occasionally looking up at the man and me.
The man then whispered something in my ear that sounded like "fuck me." He pushed Kevin's head back and stood up. He got on the floor and lay down on his stomach. His thick cock was pressed underneath him. Again he said something similar to "fuck me" and spread his ass cheeks with both of his hands.
I looked over at Kevin who appeared as stunned as I was. Then he gave me that nod and I lowered myself onto the man. I had difficulties entering him, so I spit on my hand and rubbed it on my cock. It was still a struggle to get inside him, but once I did I felt as if I never wanted to leave. The pressure around my cock was tremendous, yet I could now easily move in and out of him.
Kevin had risen to his feet and stood over us in silence. He had pulled his jeans and underwear down to his thighs and was stroking his dick.
The sight of Kevin, and just the idea of me fucking this stranger on a public train, pushed me over the edge. I gave a few more thrusts into the man then pulled out and came all over his ass.
I was barely able to catch my breath when Kevin pushed me aside and got behind the man. The stranger was talking in his own language again, but we ignored him. Kevin scooped up some of my cum and coated his cock with it. Then, as if he had done it many times before, he slipped his dick inside the man.
Without taking my eyes off them I began getting my clothes back on. We had to be getting close to our stop. Had the train stopped? I didn't know, but I don't think I would have cared if it had.
Kevin was pounding the man's ass, moving his cock from tip to base with each thrust. I felt the train begin to slow and the thought of others seeing us now became a reality. "Hurry up, Kevin. We're stopping."
Kevin gave a grunt of understanding and quickened his thrust. Then he tensed his entire body and came inside the stranger. He remained inside him for a few seconds afterwards, then got up and pulled up his underwear and jeans.
The stranger rolled over and smiled up at us. Sometime during our fucking he had shot his own load on the floor of the train.
The train came to a stop at our station, and without another word Kevin and I got off, leaving the still naked man on the floor.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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