It is a long time since I wrote a story but here goes. This is part true (10%) part fiction, my age has been changed, the parts of the story are what i had wished happened. I hope you enjoy.
Even now I look younger than my years and this has something that has been in my looks since I was a young adult. This story is based on when i was 18 and going to college in London near Soho, back in the 70s laws were not as strict as they are today about adult shops and I had frequently browsed them. I realised that I was bisexual given my attraction to both the gay and straight sections. When I had money, I would watch in the 50 pence booths and as you had multiple choice I could watch straight, Les or Gay and I did.
I had no sexual experience with anyone other than Mr Hand and a few times in the booth I had added to the stickiness on the floor. I was shy and I lacked confidence. My first sexual experience happened one day as I made my way home.
College would finish some days at mid day and I would catch a train from Charring Cross. Usually, the train was virtually empty and these were the old fashioned compartment carriage trains, 6 seats to a compartment, facing each other.
As the train whistle blew, a man opened the carriage door and got in. As he went to sit down opposite me, he smiled. The train stopped at Waterloo East and then would be fast to my station. Before we reached Waterloo we did not speak, or move or look at each other, well I did not look at him, I could not say if he looked at me.
I did look up and as he stared out of the window, I guessed he was in his early 60s possibly ex army with his straight backed posture, brylcremed hair, immaculate suit. Over 40 years between us, could be my grandad.
As we left Waterloo he shifted in his seat, his leg extended, his foot was between my two feet, and he stared smiling at me. His foot began to run up my ankle.
I froze .. what was he doing ...? he did not stop, but now spoke!
"Finished work early?"
"err!" Mumble "No, I am at college, no lectures this afternoon"
His foot was now rubbing / stroking from ankle to knee and I did not know what to do, did he realise what he was doing, he must do? But why? And .. oh, I'm getting a tingling!
"Oh, that's nice, you must have lots of spare time! What do you get up to, anything fun?"
I could feel the heat and hardness in my trousers as I replied.
"I study sir", I answered
"How boring, you should make time for fun!"
The toe of his shoe was rubbing my cock, this was no mistake. I wanted him to stop, but I liked it
And suddenly the train stopped and I lurched forward and the sole of his shoe ground on to my cock. The train had stopped and he kept rubbing and I moaned and my hips involuntarily I pushed back, squeezing my cock against his shoe, increasing the intensity of feeling!
The train was going no where fast, so he got up and sat next to me, put one hand on my chin and the other on my thigh, drawing my face to his. At first he just pecked at my cheek and ran his hand along my leg, but as he received no resistance he became bolder and kissed my lips. I had never properly been frenched before, but I automatically opened my mouth and his tongue snaked in.
I was confused, torn, not knowing what to do, my instincts reacting with every touch, my male young hormones in overdrive. There was no resistance to his tongue, his saliva, his hand on my cock, squeezing.
He was moaning without anything more than deep kissing, before he pulled back.
He had to be 40 45 years older than me but he had created such a lust in me.
"Stand, in front of me!"
His voice was strict commanding. I felt no option but to obey and stood in front of him. He looked and smiled at the damp patch, then reached forward, unzipped and pushed them and my briefs to my knees. My body exposed from stomach to knees.
"So smooth", he commented. Despite my age I only had a smattering of dark pubes, more like fluff than the growth I developed over the next few months.
My penis stood hard and proud as his hands stroked my butt cheeks, thighs then slowly moved his hands round to cup my balls and hold my cock as he guided it into his mouth!
Oh my God, the feeling, as he sucked and bobbed his head, whilst squeezing my ball bag, my hands on his head to steady me. The good thing as a youth is that I could come time and time again, the bad thing is the first time is always quick and his sucking, kissing, stroking delivered a mouthful of cum to my nameless friend, who stood up, hugged me and kissed me slipping my own seed into my mouth which I swallowed.
As he did so, the train lurched back into life and whilst our kiss lingered, he did pull away and suggest I pulled my Jean's up. We sat back down again side by side and continued to passionately kiss until we began to approach my station. As I went to get up, he pulled me back down.
