Satisfying my thirst

jstone08

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My legs quivered with the rattle of the train as it raced down the track towards my new life. My parents had always longed for me to attend their alma mater, the University of Maine, and they’d finally gotten their wish. My grades have always fared better than most in my classes, so I could have chosen to go anywhere, really. But going to U of M made my parents happy, and so it made me happy.


Maine was a sleepy state. The scenery never disappoints, but it did seem to become more of a blur as I traveled further north. I had the row to myself as I thumbed through my Instagram feed absentmindedly. I occasionally stopped to gawk at the pictures on my “For You” feed. I never followed the men who used their pages as a personal advertisement for their six packs, but I also didn’t mind shopping the inventory when time allowed.


It had been several weeks since I last spoke with Luke. High school flings rarely make it past graduation when both parties are going to different schools, and this was no exception. Luke was a dream and I cared for him deeply, but he wasn’t forever. He was my initiation into adulthood. My first date. My first kiss. My first blowjob. He played shortstop on the baseball team, and he drove the girls wild. They just didn’t know that it wasn’t reciprocated. Keeping our fling on the down low for a couple of years didn’t exactly scream “let’s keep this going”. But parting ways did have its disadvantages, namely no more sex.


With only my right hand as a friend, the last few weeks proved to be dull sexually. It’s no wonder that even the tiniest hint of a bulge in these overtly teasing images caused my cock to stir. I’m not one to brag, but I’m packing quite the impressive piece of meat. Eight inches, of average girth, but a beautiful sight to behold. Luke always commented how pretty my cock was, jutting straight out from my body when it was rock hard. “Just perfect”, he would whisper in my ear.


And right now I was beginning to feel that perfect rod spring to life in my pants. I looked around me in the train car to check if the coast was clear. There were several people scattered about, but none so close that they’d be able to see.


Good.



I’ve noticed over the last few years that I enjoyed the thought of getting off in public, but I usually kept it to jerking off in a restroom stall at the mall or in a department store dressing room. This was my riskiest move yet, but the timing felt right. I was off to college! Starting my new life as an adult. Might as well start it off with a bang.


I pulled up my sweatshirt and popped the top button of my jeans open. Still aware of my surroundings, I slowly slid the zipper down and reached my hand down inside my jeans. The fabric of my boxer briefs strained with my erection begging to be let out. I rubbed my hand across its full length, admiring it for its sheer size.


I reached over and grabbed my phone. I needed some material to help me get through this jerk session quickly before someone saw me, even if the thought did give me a thrill. My camera roll had a folder reserved for Luke’s nudes. I clicked and scrolled down until I found my favorite picture: Luke sprawled across his bed holding his stiff six inches straight up for my personal enjoyment. If you looked closely enough, you could see a bead of precum dripping down the side of his cock. His balls were as big as eggs and hung quite low. He always produced huge loads. His balls and those cum explosions were my favorite thing about him, sexually speaking. Right after I took this photo, I leaned down and licked the precum that was leaking from his cock. I took a moment to savor the taste and then leaned back over and gave him a kiss, letting him taste himself. Maybe I sound progressive for an eighteen year old, but it was 2018 and our parents let us have “sleepovers” all the time. We had too many chances to explore each other’s bodies. This photo was a multi-sensory memory for me, and it made my cock pulse. I never produced as much precum as Luke, but my underwear had a damp spot forming as I scaled my fingers along the length of my cock.


I was just about to free my dick from its trapped state when I decided I’d better take one more look at my surroundings. All clear.


My eyes were making their way back down to my phone when I saw it.


In the reflection of my window, I could see the outline of a man sitting two rows in front of me. He was wearing a hood, so I couldn’t make out much about his appearance or his age. But what I could see was him turning his head towards the other side of the train watching the reflection of the window opposite me. I had already figured in my head what would be visible in that image, but I turned my head to check nevertheless.


The science of glass, light, and shadows had betrayed me. This man could fully see every last movement I was making. I wasn’t sure if I should be shocked, embarrassed or turned on. I think I was a healthy dose of all three.
 

jstone08

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I turned my head back to my window to watch him, watching me. In that moment, he stretched the waistband of his sweatpants down and pulled out the biggest cock I had ever seen. It had to be ten inches and hard as a rock. It was mesmerizing and I don’t think I took a breath for almost a minute.


I was quickly snapped back into reality when the train started to slow down. A couple passengers got up and began collecting their belongings. I zipped my pants back up and pulled my sweatshirt down over my raging hard on. I looked back in the reflection to see if my voyeur partner had done the same. He had, but hiding ten inches of solid dick is difficult when you’re wearing sweatpants. I took the opportunity to stand up and stretch to see if I could catch a glimpse of his face to no avail. His hood shielded my gaze.


Our train took off again a few minutes later. No one else had gotten onto our car, which was no surprise since there were only a few stops left. Excited to keep this going, I once again lifted my sweatshirt and unzipped my pants. I don’t think I’d ever been this turned on in my life and the amount of precum staining my briefs was proof. I hadn’t even looked around me to see if anyone was watching. All I cared about was seeing the monster in this mystery man’s pants.


I began rubbing my cock again to give him the show he was getting before. I watched and waited for a couple of minutes until he took notice. He plopped his giant cock out of his sweatpants once more, and I began studying its beauty. Ten inches was no exaggeration. Stiff and straight as an arrow, its color was an olive brown several shades darker than what little I could see of his arms. The top third of his cock however was a light pink that resembled cotton candy. I had never wanted to taste cotton candy so badly. A singular thick vein ran up the middle of his shaft all the way to head until it disappeared.


My cock had never been this hard. I could no longer contain it or myself, so I freed it from its cage. My primal urges kicked in and I suddenly felt drunk with lust. I needed this man’s cock, and I needed it badly. My mouth was salivating at the thought of taking it in my mouth in the middle of this train car with other people within earshot. I didn’t even care if it was attached to an eighty-two year old man. I just needed it to be mine.


I started jerking my cock with fury. It seems me picking up the pace inspired the same of my horse-dicked friend. As one hand grabbed the bottom part of his shaft to steady it, his other hand explored the top half and circled around the head. He was using his precum as lube and swiping the head of his cock across his palm. I could see his body shudder with each pass.


“Mmmmm”, I grunted in approval. A little too loudly, but I didn’t care. I wanted to march my eight inch rod right over to the empty seat next to his and show him how much I appreciated the spectacular sight of his giant dick.


I continued to jack off watching his every move and even lifted my shirt to reveal my abs for his enjoyment. I lightly slapped my cock against my abdomen several times leaving a light trail of precum in its wake.


That was when I saw his hand reach down in front of his long and hefty cock. I didn’t understand why until he began to pump out volley after volley of cum. He must have erupted nine or ten times. Some of the cum landed on the seat in front of him, but he managed to catch a nice puddle in his hand. I thought he used his hand to manage some of the potential cleanup in the aftermath, but he had other plans. I watched in awe as he lifted in hand in front of his face and began to lick every last drop of his cum off of his hand.


That was the end of me. The cum practically spewed like a fire hose out of my cock which was bigger than I had ever seen it. I had no time to plan where I aimed it, so instead it went everywhere. On the seat in front of me, on my hand, on my clothes. Some even shot up onto my face. I didn’t have the energy to care where my cock pointed so long as I could feel the release with every last ounce of my body. As my orgasm subsided and the last bit of juice dribbled out of my dick onto my abs, I quickly checked back in with my mastery man. He was still watching, but he had already put his cock back in his pants.


I sighed as I scrounged down in my backpack searching for some napkins I had leftover from lunch. I had developed a taste for eating Luke’s semen, but never really had much of an appetite for my own. As I wiped the cum off of various surfaces, I couldn’t help but be inspired by the man sitting in front of me. I looked down at my hand and slowly lifted it up to my lips. I stuck my tongue out and gave one finger a quick lick. Not so bad, I thought. I didn’t have enough napkins to clean everything anyway. I lapped the rest of my cum off of my hand with my tongue and took in the taste. I know some people would just leave their mess for someone else to find, but I can’t help but think of the poor person that would have to clean it up. Maybe it’s someone who’d enjoy the discovery, but I doubt the likelihood of that.


There was about 30 minutes before we’d arrive at the train stop for the university. My mom and dad were going to drive up with the rest of my stuff in a few days after the welcome festivities for freshmen were complete. I had insisted on taking the trip alone with just a few bags. It felt like a proper start to my new life, plus I had always been an independent kid.


My eyes occasionally flicked up to check the reflection in the window to see if I could catch a better glimpse of my friend, but his face was still hidden.


I used the rest of the time to look over the documents the university sent me about check-in, my class schedule, the campus map. It was all starting to sink in. The train began to slow down at my stop, and if I was hoping for one last chance to see the face of my jerk-off buddy, that chance was squashed when I saw him begin to stand up and head towards the front of the car. He never turned around, or if he did, I missed it.


I grabbed my bags and by the time I made it to the front of the car, the doors were already open and he was practically half-way down the platform. I had to struggle to keep my bags together, and I’d lost hope of ever identifying him. I gave one last wistful look his way when I noticed the U of M logo on the back of his sweatshirt. I’d never noticed it before since it was up against his seat the entire train ride.


So I may end up seeing him someday after all. I felt my cock lurch a little in my pants. I called my parents from the platform to let them know I’d made it to Orono and would be taking an Uber to campus. I had just fled the nest and they weren’t ready to let go. I knew I’d be calling them with frequent updates about my weekend to quell their sadness, as any good son would.


I made my way towards the end of the platform and down the stairs. I requested my Uber and it arrived 7 minutes later. After heaving my bags into the trunk, I climbed into the backseat. My driver turned around.


“Parker?”


“Yes, that’s me”, I responded.


“I’m taking you to Cumberland Hall at the university?”, he asked.


“Yes, sir.”


He caught me off guard as he hit the gas and sped out of the parking lot. It felt a lot like my surprisingly explosive experience on the train. Fast and unexpected, but satisfying. Only this was satisfying because I was about to embark on a new venture.


I reached my hand up and pushed my brown curls back out of my eyes. Something wet grazed my hand.


Cum.