memory from my youth:
Some of you have been asking about my life with a big dick. I remember an afternoon on a train from Sutton to Croydon. I had just finished my weekend job and was heading home in a single car. An older man of about 27 (I was in my teens) entered my car and sat across from me. After a few moments he got up and opened the window next to me, standing very close. Soon he started pressing his leg against mine and looking at me to see if I was enjoying it. He was quite handsome and very fit, clean-shaven, sort of “straight looking” in his bellbottom jeans and tight t-shirt. His leg felt good rubbing against mine and he looked into my eyes. Since he was much older and more experienced he took the lead, pulling me into the centre of the carriage and quickly undoing my trousers. Then he reached in and pulled out my cock and bollocks. A big smile came over his face, then he started jacking my rock hard teen cock vigourously. He was quite strong. I was in heaven. Then he took my cock in his mouth and gave me my first blow job. His wet mouth and throat felt exquisite. He seemed to struggle with it and I was concerned at first, but he was so concentrated and powerful on it that I stopped worrying about his comfort. We only had a few minutes before I had to get off at my stop. I had to push him off and somehow stuff my erection back into my jeans. I zipped up and exited the train. He followed me off and asked if we could go to a public loo for him to finish the job, but I was too nervous to do that. So, we parted ways. I often think about this encounter. Ever since that time I have loved very forceful handjobs. Nothing gets my cock bigger than a rough throttling followed by excellent deepthroat sucking.
Some of you have been asking about my life with a big dick. I remember an afternoon on a train from Sutton to Croydon. I had just finished my weekend job and was heading home in a single car. An older man of about 27 (I was in my teens) entered my car and sat across from me. After a few moments he got up and opened the window next to me, standing very close. Soon he started pressing his leg against mine and looking at me to see if I was enjoying it. He was quite handsome and very fit, clean-shaven, sort of “straight looking” in his bellbottom jeans and tight t-shirt. His leg felt good rubbing against mine and he looked into my eyes. Since he was much older and more experienced he took the lead, pulling me into the centre of the carriage and quickly undoing my trousers. Then he reached in and pulled out my cock and bollocks. A big smile came over his face, then he started jacking my rock hard teen cock vigourously. He was quite strong. I was in heaven. Then he took my cock in his mouth and gave me my first blow job. His wet mouth and throat felt exquisite. He seemed to struggle with it and I was concerned at first, but he was so concentrated and powerful on it that I stopped worrying about his comfort. We only had a few minutes before I had to get off at my stop. I had to push him off and somehow stuff my erection back into my jeans. I zipped up and exited the train. He followed me off and asked if we could go to a public loo for him to finish the job, but I was too nervous to do that. So, we parted ways. I often think about this encounter. Ever since that time I have loved very forceful handjobs. Nothing gets my cock bigger than a rough throttling followed by excellent deepthroat sucking.
