1. Craig - A Close Encounter on the London Underground


    Date: 8/21/2015, Categories: True Story, Boy, Erotica, Gay, Masturbation, Reluctance, Teen, Author: Bulge Voyeur, Rating: 78.9, Source: sexstories.com

    continued staring over my shoulder, pretending to ignore me. So I slid my hand inside; it was a bit tricky because his trousers were quite snug and I needed to get around to his right side. At last I did it and amidst the folds of his shirt, my fingers traced their way through to his underpants. I felt soft cotton and the seams that revealed that he was wearing Y-fronts, or something like them, and they were now bulging excessively under his tightly-constrained erection. He was quite a big lad, it seems. I grasped the bulge and began gently massaging and squeezing it. As I did so, his erection throbbed fully into life and began stretching his briefs really tight, his organ pointing slightly downwards and across his thigh. As he expanded, I coaxed his tool around in his pants so as to point diagonally upwards into the ‘expansion room’ of his Y-fronts. The thing is, him being such a well-developed young man, his organ quickly filled the ‘expansion room’ right up to his waist-band and the result of my maneuver was that his organ was now just inside the top of his underpants above his right thigh. He was still standing looking over my shoulder but I was so close to him, I could see the pores of his features and the side of his face and ears, beautifully soft and inviting. I could have kissed him then and there. I now slipped my hand over the waist-band of his Y-fronts and grasped his tool. Against my lower fingers, I could feel his pubic hair, quite short but also quite dense ...
    and tightly curled, reflecting his tousled hair. Taking advantage of the motion of the train to disguise any sudden movement, I began gently sliding the foreskin of his tool up and down over the engorged head now protruding from his underpants inside his trousers. His organ was solid and rock-hard. He was only 19 and clearly enjoying the secretiveness of this selfish pleasure but he surely must have known what was going to happen. Suddenly, I felt him breathe in sharply against me and I saw the skin around his white shirt collar flush. Pink blotches began appearing over his pale, clear cheeks. And then I felt his organ pulsing in rhythmic release, as his man-fluid shot out into my fingers, over his tummy, over the waist-band of his knickers and into the folds of his shirt inside his trousers. Five or six times I felt his tool pulse until it began to subside, still throbbing slightly. Meanwhile, his ears were glowing and his eye-brows were furrowed, his flushed lips parted and I could feel him suppressing the need to gasp, as he breathed in and out sharply, in short panting breaths. Crushed in that overcrowded train carriage, the other passengers around us just carried on reading their books and newspapers, or stared vacantly into the crowd, blissfully unaware of the act of intimacy occurring right there, under their noses. His organ was still erect; now slippery and sensitive, still in my grasp. As my finger worked over and around his cock-head, I felt his groin pull away from ...
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