This is a true story. It happened last night. On my journey to and from work, I have to take two trains. One from Windsor to slough. It’s often busy, though last night wasn’t particularly rammed. I sat in my seat of choice near the toilet. Not for any other reason other than it’s usually available. As I sat minding my own business, one of the regular rough sleepers got on. He decided to go through his stuff, eventually finding his phone. I just sat looking out the window. Imagine how I felt when I glanced over to him, only to see him lying stretched out on the seats, with his grubby grey trackies pulled down, his reasonable cock in hand, wanking away as if his life depended on it . Now it’s common for kinds to come to this carriage because of the toilets. So this was inappropriate behaviour. What made it worse was while he was stroking, he was looking at me. Clearly I was turning him on. Then without warning, he came. Gallons of the stuff was flying everywhere , he grabbed a couple of bits of tissue from his bag and tried to wipe it up, but the more he cleaned, the more cum arrived. And the scent of fresh jizz filled the carriage . There was no escaping the fact that this was becoming embarrassing, yet a turn on at the same time. I chose to ignore the situation as best as I could this public display being illegal, and was glad when the train arrived at its destination. The smell stayed with me. And was the trigger for me that concluded with a fantasy wank when I arrived home. I’m sure people are going to wonder why didn’t join in. But let’s remember this is a true story that took place last night. And there is cctv in that carriage. Ask yourself, would you? |
