Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an357@anon.penet.fi (No condoms required)
Subject: Incident on a train (Repost, corrected)
Reply-To: an357@anon.penet.fi
Organization: Anonymous contact service
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Date: Fri, 30 Apr 1993 11:53:53 GMT


When I last posted this, the long line of hyphens was interpreted as the
beginning of a .signature and everything thereafter was deleted! Here is
the whole post (I HOPE!) Please let me know if you like this story. 

**

It's strange how you only find out how much pleasure a child can give
when it's too late to give it.  When I was about twelve years old, I was
approached by a middle-aged man for sex.  I turned him down flat.  This
is what I wish I had done instead. 

**

I was on the train to London after visiting my grandmother.  At one of
the many little stations a man got on.  He might have been forty years
old.  He wore the respectable garb of the day: dark trilby hat, suit and
tie.  I think we were wearing coats of some kind (duffle coats,
perhaps), tee shirts and grey shorts. 

There ere just the two of us in the compartment.  Between stations
nobody could enter or see in.  He sat looking at the hem of the shorts
for a moment.  I shifted forwards in my seat, revealing two extra inches
of my thigh. 

`You travelling alone?', he asked in broad East London.

`Yes, coming back from my Gran's', I said.

`Do you like London? Do you know, I love the cinemas here.  Would you
like to come with me to the pictures some time?' he asked. 

`Do you like small boys' company when you go to the pictures?' I asked.

He hesitated, so I came and sat beside him.  `You're looking at my
shorts.  Do you like my legs?'

`Uh, yes.'

I pulled the legs of the shorts as high up as I could.

`You can touch.'

His hands were big and hard, like a gardener's.  He stroked my legs just
above the knee at first, then right up until his fingers were reaching
into the legs of the shorts, trying to find the hem of my briefs.  I
turned over and lay face down on the seat.  His hand rested for a moment
on the cleft between the cheeks. 

The train came to a stand at another station.  His hand did not move. 
Mercifully, nobody got on board. 

`Would you sit on my lap?'

I sat on his lap, and his penis stiffened, trying to instinctively to
penetrate my cleft through his trousers and mine.  I shuffled around a
little to make him really stiffen.  His fingers travelled up my bare leg
again, and rested on my penis, rubbing it gently through the material. 

`These are awkward shorts', I said, opening the clip at the front, `they
have a button fly, not a zip.' I opened the buttons and pushed the
shorts down; they fell to my ankles, and I kicked them onto the floor. 
He tugged at my briefs and bared me. 

He caressed the hairless skin around the base of my penis.  `Hold me
here', I said, indicating the foreskin.  He took my little penis gently
between thumb and fingers.  In his trousers, his member saw like hot
metal.  `You'd better get inside me now, before you fill your pants.' I
pulled open his trouser zip, and his tool sprung up at me. 

`Please, no condom.  Do it nature's way.' I lay face down on the seat
again, feeling the sudden pain as his hands spread my cheeks and his
member opened up my sphicter.  I stayed in position as he penetrated me
the whole way.  I felt pubic hair brush my cheeks, and then a hot surge
inside me. 

I slipped my shorts back on but I let him keep the briefs. 

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