My first time...
(This is a totally true story, no exaggeration or fantasy. Not as exciting as some more exotic stories that appear in these archives, but I'd like to hear from others who are prepared to tell their own unadorned stories: pag0909@hotmail.com Philip Green)
I got on an InterCity train late one evening. I'd been to a meeting in London and had to return home to the West Midlands that night. I was about 22h or 23h; it was so long ago (well, not THAT long!) that trains still had compartments of 6 seats and access to the compartments was via a corridor and sliding door. I found an empty compartment and settled in the corner seat by the window, with my back to the engine (I don't know why I remember that!)
Just before the train moved off, a "City Gent" in pin-striped suit (in his late 30s, I guess) popped his head round the sliding door and asked if I minded if he joined me. I said no, he sat down in the opposite corner and we engaged in idle conversation as the train moved off. Since my journey was to last a couple of hours, I settled down in the hope that I might doze off... "City Gent" asked if it would be all right if he pulled the blinds down and turned the light to dim: it would make it easier for us to get some rest. The complete innocent, I thought nothing of it and agreed. He got up, pulled down the blinds between us and the corridor and dimmed the light.
When he sat back, "City Gent" chose the middle seat opposite me. In a few minutes, I began to realise the significance of this move. As the train thundered through the night, I became conscious that his knee was knocking against mine from time to time. It didn't bother me particularly and I didn't move my knee away. Then I realised that his knee was being held more and more against mine. I looked up and him, he smiled the smile, and pressed his leg tightly against mine. I was having a pass made at me!
My heart leapt into my mouth. I was a virgin in every respect at that point - but eager to learn. So I kept my knee in position and he shifted his so that, rather than rubbing the outside of my knee with the outside of his, he was rubbing the inside with the inside. I started to become quite aroused. This was it, fella, I thought!
He slowly got up, turned and came to sit down beside me, casually throwing his coat across both our laps - in case anyone came in, he whispered. Then he began touching the zip to my fly. I shifted to make it easier for him, he pulled the zip down and slid his hand inside touching my briefs. At that point, the first time I had been felt by a man, I clasped his hand with mine through my trousers and shuddered with ecstasy. With his other hand, he began to explore between my legs, only to discover that my trousers had holes in them where my upper thighs had rubbed together and I had not been able to afford another pair of trousers!
It was as if I was wearing open crotch trousers! This turned "City Gent" on in particular and he muttered urgently that we should move to the toilet compartment along the corridor. I closed my eyes and shook my head: I wasn't ready for that - whatever that might be. But I was pretty aroused and began feeling the powerful bulge in his trousers. Next he lowered his face close to me, fixed his lips over mine and kissed me. That was it, I gave myself to him there and then! My mouth opened and his tongue flickered inside. It was bliss.
When at last I needed to breathe, I moved my head back, we broke contact and I whispered that I was ready to go with him down the corridor. In fact, he made me go on ahead, leaving the door ajar, and he joined me a few moments later, just in case anyone saw us and became suspicious. As soon as the door was locked, we both went wild, tugging at one another's clothes. I remember I was wearing Jockey briefs, but he had only a jock-strap on under his trousers. He smelt pungently of stale deodorant and sweat. I loved it!
The next thing I remember he had slid down my chest and abdomen, and had my fully erect dick in his mouth. The world suddenly exploded before me, I grabbed his head at the back and forced my "purple-headed mountain" as far down his throat as I could. It seemed like gallons of spunk started gushing from my dick, he mumbled with delight and began swallowing as much as he could... Slowly reality dawned on me and I considered the enormity of what had just happened.
I'd just been sucked off by a total stranger on a train at 125 mph.
I was exhausted and could not do anything more for "City Gent", which did not seem to bother him. Perhaps he had cum at the same time I did; it was hard to say quite what was on the floor. Without speaking, I cleaned myself up, dressed and retreated to the compartment. "City Gent" followed shortly. I felt exhilarated and yet deeply ashamed of what I had just done, and the other guy became quite concerned for me, but I told him I'd be all right, and I knew in time I would.
It was not long before the train was drawing in to my station. I nodded goodbye to "City Gent", he smiled and wished me good luck, and we parted company. I never saw him again, but he'd given me my first gay experience. And I was glad.
And this is all true.
Philip