Gay Erotic Stories

The 8.25 train had its usual mix of weary commuters, most would be listening to music, some reading the morning papers and many glued to their phones. When I got on, the train was already packed so I stood in the vestible area, knowing that I'd get a seat a couple of stations down the line where many passengers would leave the train.

One day, I was in the vestible area minding my own business when I noticed a young, slim man join my train at the next station on from me. Funny, I'd been doing route for a while but I hadn't noticed him before. He was like a model, perfect smooth skin without a blemish, I could see tatoos on his arms. He was tall, obviously took care of himself as his hair was well groomed even though it had that 'rough' messed up look on top. His clothes were very fashionable, crisp white shirt, skinny jeans accentuating his long legs. He had a very cool air about him, without being arrogant. Some handsome men know they're handsome and are therefore arrogant. Not this man, he seemed quiet and unassuming. Trouble is, i couldn't keep my eyes off him. We exchanged glances but i didn't want to be too obvious even though i was secretly hoping he would know what i was thinking.

After the main station, the crowds thinned so I could get a better look. As his jeans were so tight, I could see the contours of his arse and his "package" at the front, cleverly disguised by the long white shirt he was wearing. Everything about this man was perfect, he was very attractive and sexy. Suddenly, to my surprise he got up to move towards the door. He was clearly going to get off at the next station. I was staying on. I gazed as he left the train and as he 'floated' down the station ramp. The sun was shining on his pure skin and through the tousled hair. My gaze was fixated at him, he seemed unaware until, as the train moved away from the platform he looked back across at me....

What seemed like a normal commute had suddenly changed me completely. I couldn't stop thinking of this man. For the rest of my journey he was in my thoughts. I was smitten! However the sensible side of me thought that I may not see him, it may have been a one off journey for him. I hoped I WOULD see him tomorrow....

The next day, I boarded the 8.25 as normal. I didn't even look for a seat as I thought I had a better chance of catching this mysterious man if I stood by the doors as yesterday he boarded at the next stop. I tried not to build up my hopes of seeing him but the memory of him lingered in my mind and aroused my slumbering cock. Last night I'd had a wet dream because of him. My cock was still wet from a nocturnal emission of hot cum. I adjusted myself in case, if he should board the train, it wouldn't be too obvious to him. I just waited and hoped.

The train rolled into his station and, just like yesterday he opened the door and, like a breath of fresh air he got on the train. I was so pleased. It gave me another chance to confirm what I'd been dreaming about. He had such beautiful skin, it was smooth and clean with some manly tattoos. I liked what I saw (again). His clothes were also very hot, stylish. I took a few pictures secretly on my phone so I could keep looking at him after he'd left the train.

Its funny I'd not heard him speak but on this occasion, he seemed flustered as if he'd got up late. He was panting I assumed he maybe had run to catch the train. He had his belt in his hand and I noticed, as I couldn't stop looking at his skinny jeans around his cock, that his button fly was undone. I couldn't help but to look at him. Even though we exchanged glances neither of us spoke to each other, not even to pass the time of day. However, on this day with him looking flustered he signalled for me to head across to him. As I got closer, he just grabbed my hand and pulled me into the train toilet. There was no one around in the vestible area so it seemed even more daring. Nothing was said. He pressed his slender body against mine. I could feel his cock hardening against my already throbbing member.

There was limited room in the toilet so without any word, he reached his hand into my trousers and started tugging at my cock. He had a great technique and it felt wonderful that someone had literally taken me by surprise. He'd clearly been thinking of me as I noticed the reason for his huffing and puffing earlier, I could feel a wet patch of cum on his boxers. He'd clearly just had a wank and my mind was on overdrive that just maybe he'd been thinking of me during his wank and maybe that morning hard on inspired him to have that wank. Oh, how I had fantasized about tending to his morning hard-on! I would give him an awesome wake up call.

Back to the here and now, the two of us were pressed together in the train toilet. My cock was so hard, my mind was on overdrive and I felt overjoyed at the feeling of this manly guy, a stranger taking control over me.

He was pulling at my cock awkwardly through my trousers. He obviously wanted to free my cock as he pulled at my jeans. Who was I to stop him whilst I was enjoying it so much. The button fly of my jeans burst open with the pressure of my hard cock. As the pressure released, it gave this gorgeous man freedom to explore my cock. Considering there was such limited space, this man was a master at giving me a hand job. He seemed to have incredible control and just enough pressure to arouse the whole length of my shaft. I leaned back against the wall pushing my waist out toward him so he could take all of my cock in. His grip tightened around my meaty girth, I could feel an overwhelming arousing feeling throughout my whole body. I had never been taken to this height of pleasure before or certainly no one had taken the time to admire me and my cock like this.

As my member throbbed in his hand, he took his other hand and cupped my balls, using his long slender finger to tease my arse and behind my balls. It was a hot morning so i knew i would have been hot there, even though I'd had a proper shower an hour or so earlier.

The manly smell of sweat and precum increased my sensitivity. I knew i would be close to coming. As i groaned with ectasy, I watched this beautiful model man working his magic on me. He knew how to make me feel so good and he was obviously enjoying it too because his cock was rock hard, bursting out of the top of his Calvin Klein boxers. But this wasn't about him, he made that quite clear, it was about fulfilling my fantasy and giving me 100% satisfaction.

His hand rolled my balls softly and, his up and down motion speeded up as he wanked me off. I was rock hard, bursting with precum, my cock head was swollen, the foreskin pulled right back, the pulsating 'throb' almost taking care of itself. Suddenly as he sped right up, as a true expert and master of his craft he then stopped and moved both his hands away from my cock and balls.

He took a step back and released his own cock from his skinny jeans and boxers, he then gave his own cock a couple of hard strokes. Our hard cocks met in the middle of our bodies. His timing was impeccable - we both shot our loads at the same time. Incredibly I came without a touch to my cock because he had worked it so well. Our hot cum shot out against each others bodies, both our cocks continued to touch as the last spurts of man juice oozed out.

Neither of us had said a word throughout the while experience. We cleaned up, put our cocks away and, just as I went to open the door, he grabbed me and kissed me. The train was slowing down, he knew that his station would be next so he left first. I sorted myself out and went back into the carriage. As he left the station, I could see him adjusting his trousers and putting his belt on as he "floated" down the ramp, the sun shining through his hair.

I couldn't believe what had just happened. I didn't even know his name but I feel incredibly close now that I've got to know him intimately!!