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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.
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.