1. Craig 2: Another Encounter on the London Underground


    Date: 8/26/2015, Categories: True Story, Erotica, Gay, Masturbation, Reluctance, Teen, Author: Bulge Voyeur, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    concealed by his coat over his arm, I moved my hand all the way around to his bulge. What I discovered made me smile; he was sporting an erection set to burst the front of his tightly-fitting grey trousers! Until now, I may have thought he wasn’t interested this second time around, but now I knew different! Suddenly, I felt another hand on mine and I went cold. I broke out in a cold sweat. I’m not into 3-somes at the best of times and the thought of someone else involved here was raising the risk-stakes much too high for me! However, a split second later I realised that Craig wasn’t holding onto anything to steady himself in the crowd and that the hand was, in fact, his own left hand. While this calmed me a little, my next thought was that he was about to push me away – I was being a bit bold, after all, especially considering that we had people on all sides of us. But then I felt him seem to wriggle his bum a little - against the rock-hardness of my own stonking erection pressing against his bum, this alone was almost enough to bring me to my own climax but I soon realised that he was adjusting his tackle with his left hand. I realised then that, far from pushing my hand out of the way, he was unfolding his trapped organ from being bunched in his pants so that it pointed up across his thigh towards his right pocket. Keep that thought! With my right hand, I could now feel his tool fully outstretched across the front of his trousers and I massaged him hard, up and down ...
    the shaft a number of times, shielded from view by his coat. However, I don’t know what possessed me to do what I did next. I suppose I just wanted to reduce the amount of material between my hand and his tool because I pulled my hand back from around his front and slid it inside his right pocket, with my palm against his leg. As I made this new entry into his trousers, nothing could have surprised me more, for there was no bottom to the lining of his pocket! The result was that, as I slid my hand right down inside, it emerged from the end of his pocket to stroke the side of his leg. I could feel the warm firmness of his taught thigh and the tiny soft hairs peppering his smooth skin. Then, as I strained my hand around, the hairs gave way to the hairless, baby-soft surface of the inside of his groin. I felt up and around the crotch of his underpants and his bunched testicles, held tightly in his pants. I stroked and caressed the whole of his package from inside his trousers for a while, then pulled my hand back and upwards, almost pulling the lining of the pocket out of the side of his trousers. Now the palm of my hand was clasped over his tool, rock-hard and bursting out of the side of his briefs. I slid my hand under the slightly elasticated leg of his pants and cupped the swollen head of his organ. The other day, when my hand found this treasure, there was no sign of any pre-cum and I concluded that he wasn’t much of a ‘dribbler’. This time, however, I discovered that his ...
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