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Chris sat on the late evening train staring out the window as he travelled his journey home for the weekend. At 18 he lived with his mother and father at weekends and rented a very small room in London for during the week. He was an apprentice at a large law firm which often meant he worked long hours. He never attended university but had good school grades which got him in the job as an office boy.

He looked at his reflection in the window. His short neatly cut jet black hair, fair skin, dark eyebrows and piercing blue eyes. His face smooth as he still had yet to grow anything that required shaving. He rubbed his hand against his cheek wondering how stubble would feel, a nice 5 o’clock shadow. He felt like a late developer and cursed he hormones.

He had avoided games and group showers as a teen as he was soon ridiculed for not developing pubic hair. It had seemed a lifetimes wait before anything developed but his doctor had assured him it was all perfectly normal. All his friends had been dating girls and experimenting with sex. He tried to talk it up with his friends but found no arousal when looking at girls. He thought maybe this was also a delayed reaction with his body.

The train rattled from side to side and he glanced over at the old gentleman sitting opposite. There was nobody left in the carriage they rode and Chris watched the man’s face as his head rocked gently from side to side. His eyes closed, head tilted back and mouth wide open letting out the occasional snore.

Chris glanced down at the man’s attire. A white polo shirt a few sizes to small that his stomach heaved against. Beige cargo shorts, white socks pulled right up to the shin and white trainers. The man moved his body from side to side and let out a groan. Chris quickly took his gaze to outside the window. When the man stopped he glanced back to see he had shifted his body over to the side and fallen back to sleep. Chris glanced down and immediately his eye caught the fact that the man’s zipper was down and with the last movement it had splayed open to give a view of flesh inside. Chris quickly looked back at the man’s face checking he was indeed asleep and then curiously brought his attention back to the open zipper. He could make out a ball sack and part of the man’s cock with the top just disappearing under the fabric. The train entered a tunnel and jilted strongly from side to side causing the man’s body to rock more vigorously. Chris watched as the motion gradually allowed him to see more of the man’s cock. There were a couple of sudden jolts after the train left the tunnel and Chris quickly looked out the window in case the man awoke. He glanced from the corner of his eye to see the man still soundly asleep. Glancing down his jaw dropped as he realized that the last jolt had totally freed the man’s cock from its covering and it was now on display wobbling gently with the motion of the train. Chris looked at the soft cock hanging down covered in a thick layer of foreskin hanging over the top of the head. He felt his own cock stir as he watched and he was unsure why he should feel this way. He found himself gently rubbing his crutch as he watched his cock hardening and beginning to throb under his touch. He wondered what would happen if the man awoke and saw what he was doing. This made his cock throb more and he felt a little fluid ooze into his briefs. Chris knew the next station was a good 20 minutes away and with the man appearing to be totally asleep Chris undone the zip on his pinstripe trousers and put his hand inside to massage his cock. His briefs where damp and sticky and his cock felt harder then he remembered it ever being. It strained against his tight underwear and began to feel uncomfortable yet would not ease the hardness. He groped his cock in its confines as he watched contently the mans cock rock from side to side appearing to have enlarged in length and thickened from the time it had first escaped from its hiding place. His own cock was now getting uncomfortable in its restricted space and his head felt light with excitement. The kind of excitement that over rules your usual common sense--the kind that makes your thoughts rush and your blood pump. He pulled down on his white briefs releasing his hard cock out in to the open. The sudden freedom of it out in the open felt good and he groaned and he stroked it and looked down at himself proudly. His boyhood rock hard, skin pulled back and cock head swollen purple and leaking like at tap. He felt invigorated his cock on show, knowing the man could wake at any minute and he would never be quick enough to hide what he was doing. He undone his belt, trouser button, opened the lower shirt buttons and pulled his trousers and briefs down to his thighs as he sat. He stroked openly as he looked the man up and down; watching his face as he slept the shape of his mouth and jaw. He looked at the large stomach that pushed against the fabric of the polo shirt and the cock hanging down gloriously covered in skin. Chris could feel his cock throbbing in his hand. He began to stroke more vigorously and looked down at his own cock. He felt his stomach and butt muscles clenching as he began to groan--soft at first and then a little louder. He watched his hand slide up and down the length of his cock and knew he was getting close, very close. He looked up. “Shit,” Chris said as he looked up and met the man’s startled gaze. “Shit,” he said again as he kept his eyes on the man’s face while continuing to stroke his cock being past the point of no return. He felt the blood run to his face as he flushed. The man was looking up and down at Chris in what looked like disbelief. One second looking him in the eye the next down at his hand on his cock. The moment seemed almost like slow motion, but it must have only been a matter of seconds between the man waking and Chris finally pushing his head back in the seat, arching his back and hips up in the air and shooting his load over his shirt, tie, and his face. As the final drips oozed he relaxed in the seat breathing heavy, eyes closed. Reality sunk in as he knew he would need to open his eyes and see the man who had witnessed him shoot his load in public. Thoughts went through his head but none made sense. He opened his eyes looking down not wanting to make eye contact. He realised the man had put his cock away and zipped his shorts up. Chris pulled his briefs and trousers up and cinched up his belt as he began to attempt an apology, “Look sorry, you were asleep and I just got a bit horny and… well I did not think you would wake or notice me and… shit you won’t tell anyone will you?” Chris looked the man in the eye and found him hard to read. He wondered what the man was thinking at this moment. “I guess you’re still a teen and as such you get uncontrollable moments, but you should at least go off to the toilet and take care of it in private.” “Yes, yes I will, sorry.” Chris said feeling his face go red. Chris pulled his briefs and trousers up and the remainder of the journey he spent looking out the window… but he did smile to himself a few times.

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