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

    cock-head was slippery and evidently oozing juices; evidently, he was remembering what happened the other day – and that he had enjoyed it! As I cupped my hand over his cock and started pulling his foreskin up and down over his cock-head, this encouraged even more juices to flow into the palm of my hand, until it was quite wet and sticky. I continued this action slowly, up and down, up and down, up and down until, all of a sudden about a minute later, I felt a little jolt as his bum thrust into my own groin as he clenched forward slightly. As he did, I felt his rock-hard organ throbbing in the palm of my hand, expanding and contracting rapidly five or six times as what seemed like pints of warm, sticky cum filled the palm of my hand and ran between my fingers and back down the shaft of his organ into the soft cotton material of his underpants. His neck was flushed around the white collar of his shirt and I was so transfixed that I even imagined nibbling his ear and kissing him on the neck. It was all too much for me, what with the other day and now this! Under cover of the hot and pressing crowd, the motion of the train with my erection pressing against his buttocks and my hand in his right pocket, cupping his tool and his copious ejaculation into my palm, I couldn’t help myself; I came uncontrollably into my own ...
    underpants – two, three, four, five times I felt my man-fluids flowing out through my organ and into my briefs, as my vision seemed to go momentarily black before my eyes. In the flash of this moment, I imagined that I had my firm cock between the cheeks of that beautifully rounded bottom, perhaps even thrusting into his slightly reluctant hole! Phew! It was a good job there were plenty of people all around us because I could have almost collapsed at this point! As the throbbing subsided in both his and my own organ, and we both stood straight again, I remembered how sensitive his tool was last time, so I just kept my hand dead still, with the palm firmly cupping his now softening tool. I had to anyway, as his cum was now softly dribbling out between my fingers and down the inside of his leg! As we approached his station and I knew he wanted to get off the train, I carefully and discretely withdrew my hand, wiping the remaining cum in the material of his briefs. He left the train with just the hint of a glance back towards me. Was it to say “Gee, thanks again” or was it just to make sure I wasn’t following him? All I do know is that I never saw him again changing trains on the way to work, and I still wonder how he coped that day at work, with his underpants all soaking wet with his own morning cum. Just like my own, in fact!
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