1. Craig - A Very Close Encounter on the London Underground


    Date: 9/28/2017, Categories: True Story, Boy, Straight Sex, Gay, Masturbation, Reluctance, Teen, Author: Bulge Voyeur, Source: sexstories.com

    He always changed trains at my Tube station, this young man. He reminded me of a smart young guy I used to pass every morning on my walk to work in the city where I grew up and had my first job. In those days, I used to give fictitious names to the strangers I passed in the street regularly and I would even create a domestic background for them from my imagination. But the quiet and innocent simplicity of those days had now been superseded by the crowded and hectic life of commuting to work in London. This particular chap was about 19 years of age and was called Craig; at least that’s what I called him. He was about my height; slim, clean-shaven and lightly built. He usually wore the same grey tweed jacket and plain grey trousers; the latter fitting beautifully around his crotch, so that there was always a nice packet showing. He had light brown hair, slightly tousled; he always looked like he had just got out of bed. He probably had. His complexion was clear and smooth, slightly pale. And he had grey eyes. Whether or not he chose his grey outfit consciously I never knew but, in any case, he had an instinctive awareness of what suited him. He looked delicious, actually. We are all creatures of habit, aren’t we? He nearly always came in on the same train and came across the platform from the other line in exactly the same place on the platform, to wait for the train on the main line; the one I got on. On the train, he always stood in the corner by the doors, with his back ...
    against the partition. I always tried to stand opposite him, so that I could look at him, imagining his body, undressed and in his underpants – or sometimes naked altogether. Having looked at him a number of times, I had examined every inch of his clean-shaven face and well-packed crotch and I could see that he dressed to his right. Very occasionally, I had spotted what I was sure was the bulge of an erection, slightly across to his right, indicating that he wore briefs rather than boxer-shorts under those tight grey trousers. The briefs were white, of course and the erections fairly frequent; after all, he was only 19 and not long out of bed. I used to wonder what he might be thinking about. This morning was different, however; he came in on his usual train alright, and stood in exactly the same place, but today he carried a grey coat over his arm. The weather was overcast and threatening rain, so he was prepared. So was I. When the train came in, I got on next to him. Today the coat was in the way of the view, as he held it over his right arm in front of him. Nevertheless, I knew what was there – or had a pretty good idea. And fate was about to offer me the opportunity of a lifetime. The train seemed to be making very slow progress between stations; there was some trouble up ahead, it seemed. When we came into the next interchange station, there were masses of people on the platform and it was clear that an earlier train had been taken out of service and had deposited its ...
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