Midnight Train
by Hentai Jones
BookRix Edition 2017
Copyright by Amé
Hentai Jones:
MIDNIGHT TRAIN
Fourteen exciting hours on
the sleazy Midnight Train!
On my Way
The train was packed like a sardine tin, but I found a perfect place at the door window, where I could watch the landscape flying by outside - I loved to travel by train, I always felt a sense of adventure by going to other places at such a speed and I felt save in the company of so many other people! I just had finished middle school with such dismal results that I hadn't qualified for any further education - I needed a job and I needed a holiday, and my uncle Charlie down in the city had offered me work. During his phone call he had told me, that he could get me a job on a train if I liked traveling that much, and riding through the countryside certainly was more pleasing to me that to sit on a hard school chair for the next six years: I wasn't made for science, I was a romantic dreamer - and to see the world certainly was a better way to learn about it than from books, and if I really hated something in life it was books, they gave me a headache!
There was a man standing close behind me, and frequently he was bumping into me, pressing his hard crotch into my bottom for a second - there was a sudden jolt shaking the train and its passengers, and two big hands around my waist kept me safe! But not for long: the man behind me was unbuttoning my white shirt without haste, and then he pinched my nipples hard with one hand whilst he was caressing my belly with the other - I was holding onto bar with a firm grip and I couldn't move! I hadn't known that there was so much sensitivity in my little nipples and so much sensuality in the skin of my belly, and I didn't move, because I actually like the touch - the little dickel in my underpants was getting nervous and restless! My protector seemed to be well aware of this and his fingers were sneaking deeper and deeper into my pants to make me nervous too: nobody else than my mother had ever touched my little dickel, and certainly not by any man - but maybe it didn't matter that much when you were enjoying the feeling?
Access for the exploring hand was limited through the tightness of my school pants, and in a way I was glad about this for a moment, until my protector undid the top button on the pants too gain a better reach: his fingers dove deep into my underpants at once and then he had my dickel in his hand, held it tenderly like a little bird, a little bird which was growing fast! I was thinking about to be shocked, embarrassed or upset, but my whole body was frozen: there was something happening inside of me over which I had no control - I had no clue about how I could stop the onslaught of feelings, and I wasn't even sure, if I really wanted it to stop! I had touched myself many times before, without much enthusiasm and without much excitement, my childish fantasies about tits and pussies weren't a proper aphrodisiac, this experience was an absolutely different one: this wasn't a fantasy, this was reality! And when the bold hand was cradling my balls I nearly soiled my panties, but fortunately the train was slowing down and came to a halt!
At halfway we were stopping in a town, the hand pulled back out of my underwear and I just had time to button up my pants before half the people were disembarking, suddenly there were free seats in the carriage and I happily sat down by the window and pulled my travel bag over my lap to hide my erection. My protector wasn't to give up on me that fast and he took the seat next to me - for the first time I saw his face: he was a businessman with tie and greased hair, but he wasn't looking in any way like sleazy train molester: he actually smiled at me, a bit like the father I never had! His eyes were gentle and calm, but his hand was coming at me again without delay: up the thigh and under the bag right to the top button of my pants - this time he undid all four to create an open space, he peeled my erection out of my underwear, seemingly happy, that my dickel was still hard. He was probably enjoying the feeling too and was in no rush to end the arousing game with an early gush: Mister X was as patient with me as cat is with a mouse!
Slowly he was pulling my pants from under my buttocks, and then the undies too, now he had unhindered access to my balls, and he certainly loved to squeeze those restless little gems - an exciting feeling I hadn't experienced before: my dickel grew to an enormous size behind the protective travel bag and Mister X took him into a stranglehold once more, and this time he definitely wanted my milk! I was holding back as long as possible to avoid the disaster, but I had no chance, and when I came all over his hand I felt very guilty, but the gentleman didn't seem to mind, and to my utmost surprise he licked his fingers clean - there were so many secrets in this world never to be found in a book! Mister X stood up and bowed to me, then he gave me his business card and left the carriage, maybe to wash his hands after all - "Mister Satori, The Express Train Company" was printed on the card in bold letters in the front, and in the back was his phone number - if my uncle would fail to organise me work Mister Satori surely wouldn't!