Does a train ticket inspector count?
I take the same trainline almost everyday. On many occasions this one ticket inspector would be on my train to check my ticket. I realised he would smile more friendly towards me and would try to be the one who checks my ticket (inspectors travel in pairs minimum, sometimes in 4 or 6)
I started wondering if he is interested in me after he brushed his finger against mine one time when checking my ticket.
One quiet afternoon while on the train, I noticed him sitting not too far from me. He was in plain clothes this time. We acknowledged each other with a smile but did nothing more. I thought he was on duty since the ticket inspectors sometimes hide in plain clothes. But some time pass and I can't spot his partner, nor did he checked anyone's tickets. He held his gaze on me. To confirm, I rested my arm on the train window and brought the hand he brushed next to my face and stroked the same finger with my thumb. He chuckled at this.
I decided to get off another station from my usual. I exit the station, looked back to find him not too far behind me. I walked in random directions and kept looking back at him. Yup, he's following me.
I looked back at him again and this time, he motioned with his head for me to walk a specific direction, which I did. I neared a reserve. He motioned me to continue. I walked into the reserve with him on tail until we reached a quiet area and stopped. He approached slowly then reached under my shirt from behind. He feels up my body, slowly removing my shirt. He starts to kiss my neck. He pulls my pants down a little and pulls out my dick to jerk me off. Then he unbuttons his shirt and pulls me in, my back against his chest. He undoes his pants too and pushes his dick between my underwear and the crevice of my butt cheeks. The rhythm begins. He feels me up some more then brings my hand to jerk myself off.
Eventually he hears me getting close and wraps his hand over my dickhead just as I ejaculated. Then it was his turn. I felt his warm cum against my ass, pooling somewhere inside my underwear. He panted heavily as he held me with one arm while his other remained a cum oozing fist near my dick. He giggled a little then opened his hand for us to have a good look at my cum. He gives my chest a rub and chuckled before moving his hand to the back of me. The next thing I know, he started to deposit as much of it down my underwear. Then he pulls my underwear and pants back up, turns me to face him and massages under my crotch with the cum stained hand. All the while maintaining eye contact with me.
He sat down on the ground while I leaned against a tree until we calmed down. He started to dress, while I worried about my cum soaked underwear and cum stained crotch. I asked him if he can help me with my situation. He looks at me, still shirtless and promiscuity evident and says I'm on my own. Not his problem. And he starts to walk away. I was speechless. Within seconds he turns around and laughs, walks back towards me and says he was joking. He ties his jacket around my waist and puts my shirt back on me and walks me back to the train station. I asked him if he can accompany me to any clothes store so I can get fresh clothing. But he marches me to the train and whispers to me that he finds it arousing that I'm going home like this. He sits with me for the ride home. I remained very still, my legs shut tightly with his jacket on my lap, not wanting anyone to know what was going on underneath. Meanwhile he sneakily puts his arm around my waist and under my shirt where he caresses me the whole ride back without anyone noticing. I made it home and we remained "close friends". We still fool around sometimes but I never do it this way with him again. No matter how much he asks.