Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2007 10:11:35 +0000
From: MF
Subject: A Young Sailor on a Train

This is a true account of an encounter with a young man on a train.  Only
the places have been changed to preserve anonymity.

I live in the South of England, in what is known as the `West Country',
and I had to take the train from Taunton to Leeds one Friday evening.  It
was going to be a long journey, leaving Taunton at about seven in the
evening, and travelling through Bristol, Birmingham, and on up to Leeds,
getting into Leeds at about one in the morning.

I found a seat in a train that was almost empty, and looked around.
Sitting across the aisle from me was a young lad with fair hair short
hair, who was reading a magazine.  He looked about sixteen or seventeen,
and was wearing brand new blue jeans, brand new white trainers, and a
white T shirt.  As the train had come through Plymouth, one of main Navy
bases, I suspected he might be a young sailor going home on weekend
leave.

I read my book for a bit, noticing that he was already bored.  After a
while, I smiled at him and asked him if he was going far. He was clearly
pleased to talk, and started by telling me that he had just finished his
basic training for the Royal Navy.

"I had my passing out parade today, and I've been up since five
o'clock this morning"

He chatted on, telling me all about the parade, what he had done on the
course, and what he was planning to do next.  He was slightly older than
he looked, having just turned eighteen, but was still very boyish.  He
had two days' leave, and had decided to go home for the weekend to see
his mum.

While he was chatting, I scoped him out.  Neat, clean cut hair; broad
forehead with small button nose, smooth skin -- not yet started shaving
-- and the promise of smooth skin all the way down!  I wondered what he
might be willing to do, and decided to test him out.  I invited him to
come across the aisle and sit in the seat next to me so we could chat.
He happily agreed, and in seconds was sitting next to me, chatting away
about his eight weeks in the Navy, and what he had done.

So, I said, a whole lot of new experiences for you then.  He agreed. "It
was hard, but I'd do it again', he said. I decided to try a direct
question. "Get any good sex while you were training?"   He didn't
flinch.  He thought for a bit, then said, `no, not really.  I was hoping
for some, but we weren't let out of the camp much".

"What were you looking for?"

He thought for a few seconds, then said: "Well, anything really".

By now I could feel the boner in my pants, and was looking at his jeans
for any sign of arousal.  Unfortunately, they were big and baggy and hid
anything that might be happening.  So I tried another direct question.

"Ever been sucked off?"

He had a fair complexion, and I could see his face go a slight shade of
red.

"No, not yet".  He paused, as if to consider a further reply, then said
in a slightly lower voice: "I'm not really very experienced."

I kept my voice low to match his. "Well, it's been a big day for you
today.  Your passing out parade.  You don't have to answer right away if
you don't want to, but I could make it an even bigger day for you if you
want.  How about relieving the boredom of this journey by letting me suck
you off for the first time?"

I watched the colour on his cheeks rise, from a slight shade of red to a
full blush. He didn't reply for a moment, and then said: "How do you
mean?"

"Well, I can give you a really good blow job if you want.  I'm good at
it.  It's not gay or anything -- just a bit of fun to relieve the
boredom, and it will round off your special day with another new
experience -- but no pressure.  Just an offer."

He didn't say no.  He thought for a moment, then said: "Where?  You
don't mean here do you?"

I laughed.  "No way.  These trains have special toilets designed for
disabled passengers.  The train is almost deserted.  We can go in there
if you like.  It's perfectly clean."

I could see him thinking. I began to think that the colour on his cheeks
was not just embarrassment, but was the blush of arousal.

"OK".

Just that one word.  He was up for yet another new experience.  My cock
was now rock hard in my jeans, and I glanced down at his jeans.  There
was definitely a bulge there, where there hadn't been one before.

"Follow me then.  When we get to the disabled toilet, I'll press the
button to open the door.  You go in, and press the button to close it.
I'll follow you in, OK?

The disabled toilets on those particular trains (aptly named Virgin
trains in England) were round, and spacious.  I led the way, and felt,
rather than saw, him get up from his seat and follow me.  We got to the
disabled toilet, and the corridor was completely deserted.  I pushed the
button to open the circular door, and it hissed open.  He slipped inside,
found the button to close it, and pushed.  Just as the door rotated to
closed, I slipped in after him.

I found the red button marked `Lock', and pressed it.  The door was
firmly closed and locked, and we were both inside.

"What do I do?" he asked.

I sat on the closed toilet seat, and faced him.  "First of all, just
close your eyes.  Use your imagination and imagine whatever you want. Go
with the feelings -- if you want to hump, then hump.  If you want to
stand still, then stand still.  Its just sex, so enjoy it. Do whatever
your body feels it wants to do, OK?"

"OK"

He was standing in front of me, facing me, with his eyes closed.  I
reached out and pulled him a little closer, so my face was about six
inches away from his crotch. I could smell deodorant, and a slight whiff
of something else.  I reached up and started to undo the button above his
zipper, and then unzipped his jeans.  His eyes were still firmly closed,
and he was standing really still.  I slowly eased his jeans open, and
moved them down, exposing his boxer pants. I could see the outline of his
erection, firm and hard, inside his boxers, so I continued to remove his
jeans, pushing them down to his ankles.

Next, I reached up and just stroked the outline of his erection through
his pants. He was very, very hard indeed, and I felt him shiver as I ran
my hand over his erection. The train was moving fast, and swaying a bit,
and I moved my hand more firmly across his boxers, feeling the outline of
his hard cock through them.  I felt him take a sharp breath in.

Next, I ran my finger round the elastic top of his boxers, moving them
away from his pale skin.  Using both hands, I pulled them away from his
body, over his cock, and down, exposing his smooth tummy, his naked legs,
erect cock, and full balls.  Pushing his boxers down his legs so they
joined his jeans, I then ran my hand up his tummy, feeling the warm
smoothness of his skin.  His cock was about six inches, and fairly thin,
and he had been circumcised, so the head was fully exposed.  His balls
were full, and tight up against his body.

Moving my hand down again, I slowly circled his cock and balls, feeling
the base of his cock firm and erect.  He still had his eyes closed, and
was breathing deeply.  Like his fair hair, he had a small amount of
blonde pubic hair above his cock, but his balls were almost completely
smooth.

Leaning forward slightly, and holding the base of his cock with my left
hand, I ran my tongue up the length of his shaft, running the tip of my
tongue over the top of his hard cock, feeling the sweetness of a drop of
precum forming. As I did so, I felt him shudder again, and he let out a
little groan of pleasure.

"Keep your eyes closed, and use your imagination.  Think of whatever you
would really like, and let your body do what it wants to", I said.

He nodded, lost already in a wave of sexual arousal.

Slowly I circled the head of his cock with my lips, running my tongue
across the tip, playing with his cock head, licking across the slit.  I
felt him shudder again, and then felt him pushing forward ever so
slightly against my mouth.

The train was still rushing along, swaying slightly, and I ran my right
hand up behind his leg to feel the base of his bum, stroking it slightly,
as my mouth slowly moved down and took more of his cock. I felt the
hardness of it entering my mouth, felt the warmth of it, and slowly
tongued it as I moved my lips down the shaft.

He was moaning now, and I felt his hands reach for my head, pulling me on
more firmly. I let him make the moves, feeling him gently pushing in and
out of my mouth.  He was breathing hard now, and I followed his rhythm
with my own, helping him towards climax.

It only took a minute.  He had lost any inhibition now, and was openly
moaning and humping, getting his cock all the way into my throat.  I
opened my throat and let him hump, and was rewarded with the shuddering
of his body as his cock prepared to spunk, and his balls prepared to
shoot their load.

Within seconds he was cumming.  I felt his cock expand, and then the
warmth of his spunk in my mouth. He had pulled almost all the way out,
but was holding the tip in as it pumped its load.

A couple of seconds, and his body went limp.  He put his hand out to
steady himself as the train swayed, and nearly collapsed.  And he still
had his eyes closed!

I cleaned up, and helped him pull up his boxers and jeans.  He grinned.
"That was awesome".

I grinned back. "Let's go back to our seats.  I've got some cards, if
you want another kind of game."

OK.  He unlocked the door, and we walked up the aisle of the next
carriage back to our seats.

"You OK?"  I asked.

"Yeah, fantastic.  Thanks."

I guess it must have been a memorable day for more than just passing out.