Fleeting Encounters EP 7: The Train Ride (Part 1) (Patreon)

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

I was exhausted after a long week and had been made to go out for after work drinks. I say made, it didn’t take much convincing, I would rather be at the pub than at the office. But I would much rather be at home than either of those.

But once you get to the pub it’s hard to leave, every time you wanna go someone buys you another pint and you are pressured to stay. I finally managed to get away as I had to get the last train home.

So here I was on the last train, finally heading back home on a Friday night. I was very ready for the weekend. I was also pretty drunk after several beers and a few shots.

The train was busy for the first few stops, lots of people getting the last train home after also probably being out for drinks.

But after a few stops it started to get much quieter, I lived a bit further out, easier to afford a bigger place. So, I stayed on till nearly the last stop on this train.

I had been scrolling my phone for most the journey, drunkenly liking cute boy’s pics on Instagram, so I hadn’t been very aware of the other passengers.

When I finally looked up, I realised it was only myself and two other people in my part of the carriage. One was an older guy, maybe in his sixties, in a suit and also looking like he needed to get to bed.

The other guy was younger, maybe late twenties, in a tracksuit and trainers with a large chain around his neck. He had a shaved head and a scowl on his face; it looked like he always wore that expression. I had to admit; he was pretty hot. He had a chiselled face, and his moody demeanour just made him more attractive.

Suddenly he looked up and straight at me, catching me starring. Shit.

I quickly looked away.

My dick had twitched when he caught my eye, he had these piercing blue eyes…

I needed to behave; I was drunk and horny on the train. I just needed to get home so I could have a wank and fall asleep.

I had a quick glance back to the young guy who had caught me staring. He was now looking out the window, but he had what looked like a small smile on his face, it made him look even cockier. And his hand was now resting on his crotch. I stole a quick look at that too, then I looked away. I didn’t want to get caught again.

I was also getting a semi; my drunken state was making my cock much more reactive. I tried to focus on scrolling my phone again, but I tried to scroll past the hot guys on insta as that wasn’t going to help my horn.

A few minutes later some movement caught the corner of my eye. I looked towards it, back to the hot young guy, and noticed he seemed to be rubbing his crotch.

I wasn’t sure, it was a very subtle, small movement, but I was sure his hand was slowly rubbing his crotch.

My dick woke up instantly.

He must have been doing it absentmindedly, but it was still hot to see.

His hand moved again, it very clearly rubbed his crotch. His hand even gripped it a bit.

Shit that was hot.

I was so turned on I hadn’t even thought about the fact I was staring at him again. Then he turned and looked straight at me and smiled a cocky smile.

Fuck. Totally busted.

I looked away quickly.

I tried to look out the window, acting casual. After a few moments I dared to check if he was still looking. He wasn’t, but I could see his legs had spread more and his hand was now down his tracksuit bottoms, very clearly playing with his cock.

I glanced over at the older guy, he was asleep, his head bobbing up and down.

Was this younger guy flirting with me? Or was I just drunk and horny and reading into it too much? He looked like he might beat the shit out of me if I was wrong so even in my drunk and horny state, I decided to be cautious.

I waited a few minutes before daring to look over at him again, and when I did he had his legs spread and his hand down his track suit bottoms and was clearly rubbing his crotch…he was also looking directly at me…

I didn’t look away this time. I held his gaze; he smiled that cocky smile and continues fondling himself in front of me.

Wow. Ok he was definitely doing this on purpose.

The other guy was still asleep. Feeling bolder I put my hand on my own crotch and started rubbing it. We were both staring at each other, rubbing our crotches, the air suddenly felt charged with sexual tension. I was breathing, this was so erotic but also scary, which made it hotter. I had never done anything like this, and if I wasn’t drunk, I probably wouldn’t have the nerve to do it, but here I was rubbing my crotch across the carriage from this other guy. It also helped he was really fit, and his arrogant looking smile just turned me on even more. He knew I wanted him, and he liked it.

He had fully spread his legs now and turned his body more towards me. Fuck I was so horny. He took his hand out of his tracksuit bottoms and held the outline of his hard cock through the fabric, displaying it to me. Oh shit, I could see the outline of his cock, and it looked big.

Suddenly the net station was being announced over the speaker. It pulled me out of my horny daze, the guy who was also in our carriage woke up and stated gathering his things. He was obviously getting off at the next station…which would leave just me and this chavy guy.

We pulled into the station and the train stopped. The older guy got up and made his way to the door and then exited the train. The chavy guy was now sitting looking out the window again, acting like nothing had happened.

The doors closed and the train started again. I was alone with the hot younger guy now…

He turned back to, wasting no time now, we both knew we were horny and up for it. Both his hands went back down his tracksuit, and he turned back to me with his legs spread. I could see he was wanking his cock under the track suit while staring at me. I was groping my hard cock through my suit trousers, watching this hot display.

Then he took the waist band of his tracksuit bottoms and pulled them down to just below his ass…revealing his cock.

Oh man it was so fucking nice. This fat cock sprang out, and he held it in his hand, staring straight me with that cock grin. He started wanking his cock, I watched the foreskin as it moved up and down revealing the fat purple head on his cock. It was glistening on the end, his precum leaking out.

“Come on then mate, come suck my knob” he said in a rough sounding London accent.

I couldn’t, could I?

I looked around. There was no one else around.

And it looked so fucking tasty.

Maybe because I was drink, or horny, or the lethal combination of both…but I got up and went over to him…got on my knees and took his dick in my hand.

“Yer good fucking boy. Knew you were a little cock sucker” he said smugly.

He grabbed my head and pulled me down.

“Get it down your throat” he said.

I took it in my mouth and tasted his cock; it was so nice. Then I started working it up and down, tasting every inch.

I just hoped no one came and caught us, but I was too focused on this young fit guy’s cock to care.

I just sucked him, as he moaned and roughly pulled my head down further onto his dick.