Oscar and I have a mutual love for trains, and we found ourselves booking tickets from London to Hull. The train takes about 2.5 hours and I find ways of entertaining both of us by giving my first blowjob on the train. 

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We decide to go for Hull mostly because we both had relatives there. I’m on my way to see my mum and Oscar is on his way to meet some old school friends. Train rides relax me, from the low rattle of the wheels on the tracks to the passing scenery that all blurs like a watercolour. I often fall asleep. Oscar has the window seat and his eyes are dropped shut. I’m starting to fidget.

Because we have taken the mid morning train on a weekday, the carriage is mostly empty. No one makes this trip at this time of year, the coast is cold and harsh and Hull offers nothing to make a pilgrimage for. For some reason I find myself a little annoyed that Oscar has taken the window seat and is not wasting it by napping. I decide to play a little prank on him.

I remember he told me one time that he had a fantasy about getting head on the train. I figure why not fulfill it now? There are two people sat two rows in front of us and there is one person sat four rows behind us. Although the two in front are facing us, because of the chairs they would really have to make an effort to see anything.

I’ve never done anything like this before, my heart rate suddenly decides to increase. I think everyone on the carriage must surely hear it and know what I’m thinking of doing. I look around, trying to calculate if the train conductor will be walking through our carriage anytime soon, and I also try to guess how long it is until the train pulls into the next station.

My hand sneaks across the seats, and Oscar is wearing the jeans with the buttons. Although they are harder for me to undo, I’m thankful that there’s no tell-tale zipping noise. My fingers feels lightly clammy, and it takes a lot of concentration to not stare around at the other passengers, or stare down at his crotch. I have to remember to keep my breathing normal also, and I’m overcome with the desire to do the “innocent whistle” thing.

His cock is soft and limp as I pry it through the gap in his boxer shorts and through the opening in his jeans. I touch it tentatively, letting it roll around slightly between my fingertips. My heart however is racing, I can’t believe what I’m doing. Oscar stirs besides me, waking up, realising what’s happening and all but manages not to cry out in shock.

I smile at him, a special, sneaky smile between two people sharing a dirty little secret. He scans the carriage quickly, clocking both the passengers in front of us and the passenger behind us. He springs up, hard and fast in my hands. I’m suddenly aware of how obvious this would look to anyone walking past, and loudly I can hear the chatter of the two people in front of us. What if they can hear me, slowly stroking his cock in my hands?

The scenery continues to flash by, and I decide to take this a step further. I fake a yawn then lie down, pretending that I am resting that my head in his lap for nap. It would in fact be perfectly fine, if there wasn’t a throbbing cock mere centimetres away from my face. I breath in his musky man smell, sending my head swirling and I feel a low burn in the pit of my stomach. My mouth starts to salivate in anticipation. The carriage, it seems to me, has gone deadly quiet.

I inch my head a little closer, until I can feel his hot skin against my nose. I lick my lips, then lick the tip and wrap my tongue around his head. His cock jumps inside my mouth, and I feel him thrusting his hips to shove as much of himself into me as possible. I decide to take it all in.

I feel him hit the back of my throat, and I have to take a couple of steady breathes, not moving, so that I don’t choke and cause a scene. My movements are limited, but I take my right hand and start rubbing at the base, my mouth working small movements around the top of his cock. Then I decide to press my head downwards and try again to accommodate all of him, my mouth full and my saliva dripping out.

I hear footsteps. Someone is walking up the carriage. I have a moment of sheer panic, and shut my eyes tight. I feel Oscar’s hand on my head, pushing my head down, so that his entire length is still in me, and then I hear the footsteps move past us. I think whoever it was didn’t see, but since I have my eyes closed I don’t know for sure.

The adrenaline from the disruption has turned me on an insane amount, I can feel myself dripping wet. Oscar must have felt the same effect because he keeps his hand on my head and starts thrusting his hips up and his cock is shoved in and out of my mouth roughly. I’m not used to it, I have to really discipline myself not to cough or choke, in fact, it’s all I can do to simply let him fuck my mouth like this.

I enjoy the loss of control now, happy for him to thrust as hard as he likes, I feel like now if we are caught it’s less my fault somehow. Or maybe I just like the way it feels as my mouth engulfs his entire length. The rhythm picks up, almost painful but not quite and without warning I feel a gush of hot liquid spurt down my throat. All I can think of is to swallow it all as so not to leave any evidence.

Oscar continues to hold my head down as his cock explodes into my mouth, and when he’s finished I carefully lick him clean, and lick around my mouth making sure I haven’t missed a single drop. I stay down on his lap for a while, pretending that I’m still napping. By the time I get back up, Oscar is reading a magazine and there’s no chatter from the passengers in front of us.