Date: Sun, 31 Aug 2008 19:32:30 +0100 From: Ben Mc Subject: Not So Boring Train Ride This is a true story. My first experience with an older man and it happened on a train... Returning home from a family get together in the UK I was put on a train by my parents at Liverpool. I had a 4/5 hour journey south ahead of me so I settled for the most comfy seat I could find. I had bought a paper to read, and I found a seat with a table in front to rest the paper on. Although I did enjoy riding trains this was going to be a long journey and I thought it was going to be pretty long and boring. I was to be proved wrong. I should say at this point I was only 17 years old, a late developer, still quite shy and very naive. Although there was enough room for two I had the bench seat to myself, so I spread myself out to stop anyone sitting next to me. There were a few minutes left before the train departed and when I glanced up from reading my paper I was a little shocked to see a smartly dressed elderly gentleman staring at me through the window. I looked back at him wondering why he might be looking at me like that. After a few moments the man moved on and I thought no more of it. A minute or two later and I heard someone asking if anyone was sitting in the space next to me, I didn't look up and moved aside to let the person sit down. I was slightly irritated as there were plenty of empty seats on the train and this person was now taking more than half the space on the seat. A moment passed and I suddenly realised the person now sitting next to me was the same man that had been looking at me through the window. I felt distinctly uncomfortable and I thought about moving somewhere else on the train, but in the end I stayed put. The train now pulled out of the station and I concentrated on reading the paper doing the crossword. After a short while I forgot about things and simply gazed out at the passing countryside, day dreaming. I glanced across at the man a couple of times to have a closer look, he must have been in his fifties at least, a tall man, a shock of white hair, in a suit and he had placed a briefcase upright on the table in front of him and was reading a book. A little while later, something caught the corner of my eye ...while he was reading the book held in his right hand, the man had his left hand in his pocket and he was playing with himself. The briefcase on the table in front of him was acting as a shield so that nobody could see what he was doing ...except for me that is ...it didn't take me long to realise that he was doing this for my benefit. I had another look to check that my eyes were not deceiving me. If anything his hand was making an exaggerated movement to make sure I knew what he was doing. My first thought was "yeuch, that is gross!". I looked out of the window and I was thinking I really have to change seats now. But I didn't and several minutes passed before my thoughts started to change. Now I was thinking "...he looked at me through the window ...he had a good look at me ...he sat next to me ...and now he is showing me what he wants". I got very nervous and while not visibly shaking I was churning inside. You see I had always fantasised about being touched by an older man ...and right here, right now, there was a very good chance it was finally going to happen, my cherry was going to be plucked. I thought it through for a few minutes and then I knew that I wanted this man to touch me in my most private places. He was still rubbing away as I repositioned myself closer to him. I didn't have to move very far as he was almost touching me already. Under the table I allowed my leg to gently bump his, our knees touching together. I did this a few times so he knew that I was ready for him. He still wasn't entirely sure so I held his wrist and guided his hand out of this pocket on to me knee. I then laid my winter coat over my lap acting as a blanket and shield and moved closer to him. We were in a very public place so had to be very careful. Anyone walking down the aisle of the train might look at the wrong moment. His hand went on and off my knee several times testing my intentions, so I firmly grasped his hand and pushed it onto my thigh. For a few minutes he allowed his hand to wander up and down my leg gently squeezing and massaging me. >From being utterly disgusted only ten or fifteen minutes previously, I was now thoroughly enjoying the situation and I wanted him to explore me fully. And slowly but surely his hand moved up in between my legs as he sought out my manhood. Although I was extremely excited, strangely I had no erection at all and I could feel him searching in vain for me. It took him several minutes to pinpoint the exact location. It didn't help that I had a very tight pair of jeans which he struggled to undo. I duly undid them for him and loosened them after which he immediately took advantage by allowing his fingers to slide inside my briefs. He caressed my pubic hair before gently caressing my balls and cock, gently easing them out into the open, although still under my jacket. I glanced across to see him smiling at me. I looked away quickly still very shy and outwardly extremely self conscious at what was happening. Slowly but surely I became fully erect under his touch. I had become very wet and while firmly but gently holding my stiff cock in his left hand, his thumb used the ample lubrication to caress the head of my cock. Then after pulling my jeans down a little more, his fingers explored a little further down between my legs past my balls now touching my bottom. He pulled his hand away briefly putting his fingers tips in his mouth, turning the page of his book, then back down between my legs. One of his fingers then eased its way very slowly inside my bottom in a small circular motion. After a while his hand slipped back up to my testicles which he inspected by feeling every part of them expertly and gently one at a time, before finally moving back to my by now throbbing cock. This went on for sometime. In between I went to the toilet to relieve myself and after brushing past the man, my buttocks against his crotch, I noticed he was smiling very intently and staring at my tight jeaned bottom. As soon as I returned to my seat his hands were on me silently demanding entry inside my jeans once again, which I have to admit I was only too pleased to allow. He didn't bring me to orgasm, but in other circumstances certainly would have done only too easily. After about 3 hours the man's stop had arrived and he got up to leave, he turned and smiled but we didn't speak. I wanted to say thank you but couldn't say anything. Sometimes I wish I had given him my telephone number so we could have arranged something at a more private location so that he could have had me properly. My first experience was over but it was memorable.