The Train From Preston
I went to Preston for one thing and another. I dropped Daniel's VW GTI off at a mechanic for specialist tuning. He had to work and I didn't, so it seemed like a good thing for me to do. You know, get out of the house, see the suburbs, relieve the cabin fever, just a little. It seemed like an adventure and I haven't been to Preston for I can't remember how long. If the car had a tow bar, I would have put my bike on the back and ridden it home, but it doesn't. Besides, I kind of like the gentle attitude of public transport during the day, it is unhurried and relaxed. There is a meandering pace which is appealing – no hurry, just turn up and wait. I wasn't in any hurry, naturally, so no pressure to look at a time table.
Well, there isn't much to see in Preston, let me tell you, other than getting there and then getting out, which makes it all worthwhile. As Nick likes to say to me – or is that, as I like to say to Nick – not everyone is a party boy poofter who lives in the inner suburbs, you know.
I checked the map, moving around a threatening looking guy all dressed in black sitting on the seat directly in front of the map, who looked more out of it than conscious. He had his legs stretched out and when I accidentally knocked his leg with my thigh, as I headed back out to the platform, he grunted, groaned, one eye opening a crack, as I excused myself.
I was getting off at Collingwood and walking up Gipps Street to home.
There was a raggle-taggle bunch waiting on the platform with me. Your usual dole bludgers, in track suit pants and single mother with tatts and pink hair. There was an Asian man pacing next to me who didn't seem all there. I didn't make eye contact with him. There seemed to be a bunch of students with back packs and books.
I was catching the 12.26, stopping all stations to Flinders Street.
There was one very pretty dark-skinned man with beautiful eyes and smooth, blemish-free skin. I watched him as he checked the led screen and then his watch. We didn't make eye contact.
I selected a seat facing in the forward position, next to a big woman dressed in gypsy rags, flaming red hair and nose piercings.
The pretty dark-skinned guy sat down opposite facing me. He smiled as I looked at him, smiled too long, really. My imagination, I thought, so I took his gaze again and he held it and smiled, as though he was going to say hello. He didn't speak, but continued to hold my gaze, until I looked away.
I see, I thought. I don't know what it is with dark-skinned boys, but I seem to have my gaydar set to their appreciation. I don't mind, a pretty guy is a pretty guy no matter where his grandparents may have been born. I've always liked the variety, in fact, I find them interesting, Asian, Indian, Italian, Greek, whichever, the rich culture is enticing, I've always found.
I looked at him again and he smiled sweetly, almost innocently, except he held my gaze too long again. His eyes narrowed, just slightly, in that way that says yes, I am interested.
He sat back with his arms at his side and I gazed down at his crotch, just because I averted my eyes downwards. He had a slim waist, thick thighs, which his jeans were tight across and a big bulge in between.
Nice, I thought.
I looked up and his eyes seemed to look away as I did. I let my eyes drop again. He had big balls and a nice curve disappearing down between his legs to the arse he was sitting on.
His left leg began to jig. I looked up and he looked away again, this time with that slightly flush eye expression that said that he had noticed.
A girl got on with a mobile phone against her ear and she sat opposite us and spoke into her phone in a foreign language never seemingly drawing breath for the entire time. She just kept right on talking.
There aren't that many places to look when you are on a train, so I gazed down at pretty boy's bulge freely. He got a bit fidgety, squeezing his legs together just slightly, so I knew he was watching me looking at him. Whenever I looked up he'd look away.
Then he got his mobile phone out and seemed to be texting on it in his lap. But then, I noticed he seemed to be pushing down on himself gently, as he typed.
Just excitable boys, every one of us.
Then the voice-over woman said, Next Stop Collingwood and I got up and headed to the door.
I wasn't going to look back, he didn't really gaze and smile like he was really interested, but I did and he was looking over in my direction. Our eyes locked for the last time. I got off and started walking towards the gate. Cute, I thought, as I walked away and he slid away on his metal tracks.
As I turned at the gate and proceeded to head out to the street, I caught him out of the corner of my eyes, heading along the platform behind me. My stomach instantly churned with butterflies and that zzzzz seeped along my bones. I tried to show my ticket to the station attendant at the door, but he just waved me through, not interested. I stepped onto the elevated walk way and wondered which way was Gipps. I took a cigarette from my pocket and lit it, as I lingered slowly. I know, I've pretty much quit, it was just a prop.
He walked passed me and started to head down the walk way to the street. I walked almost next to him. He was walking slowly and I passed him and I was the first to step on to Gipps Street.
I started to walk up Gipps Street, he followed. My stomach was buzzing. I guess I've got to make the first move. I looked back, he was right behind me.
"Hi."
"Hi," he said.
I slowed my pace. "How are you?"
"I'm good," he said.
We were next to each other. "What are you up to?"
"I'm heading into uni to study before my lecture."
"So, you are not in a hurry to be somewhere?"
"No, not really." He hesitated. "I have to be later, a couple of hours."
"Good," I said. I smiled. He smiled too. "Where's uni."
"In the city." He was nervous, it was exciting.
"I'm Josh."
"Dinesh. My name's Dinesh."
"Nice to meet you."
He smiled again.
"My house is this way, do you want to head there until you have to go to uni?"
"Um... er..."
"We can have some fun together."
"Fun?"
"Yeah, fun."
"Fun." He smiled. I smiled. Come on, say yes, I thought. You're cute. I want to see what's under that shirt, those jeans.
"Oh... okay. Yes... alright."
He is a 21 year old uni student who lives with his Sri Lankan parents in Preston who run a grocery shop.
We got back to my place and I made us both a cup of tea. He paced nervously, talking about my house, what I did, what he studied. He was relaxing a bit, until I told him Daniel was staying with me at present, then he seemed nervous again. I reassured him Daniel wouldn't be home until late.
He didn't have a girlfriend, nor boyfriend, he said. He'd just been concentrating on his studies. He said he wanted to get married and have children one day.
"My parents work hard to give me what I need, it's what they want, so..."
I touched his smooth face, rubbed my fingers along his cheek. "Yeah, I know."
He was very handsome, pretty. "Nobody knows... you know..." He had a mouth that just naturally broke into the most beautiful smile.
"Sure, that's okay, they don't need to."
"No." He shook his head at the thought.
I had some mull and asked him if he smoked pot. He smoked a little bit, with mates from uni. So, I rolled us a joint and we sat on the couch next to each other and smoked it.
I lent over and slid my hand under his t-shirt. He jumped a bit but didn't stop me. he had a fine covering of hair over his flat stomach.
I slid my hand under the waistband of his jeans. "Oh." he exclaimed. He had a flat abdomen, hairy and warm. He felt really nice like that. My finger tips found the elastic of his jocks, tight against his skin. I let my hand float over the soft cotton of his briefs to find he was hard. He moaned. His expression looked tense, or was that excited, it was hard to tell. But, he wasn't stopping me.
He had dark, quiet eyes that seemed to suggest a gentle soul lived within. Beautiful eyes that said so much. They said, I like you and I like what you are doing to me, even if it is new to me. He looked like sensuality contained - his beautiful dark skin, his dark, thick hair in broad strokes, his handsome face. His jeans that sat loosely on his slim torso, his hard cock, wet on the end through the cotton of his jocks.
"You're beautiful, you know." I had to say it, because he was. He smiled sweetly.
I slid my hand out of his jeans and started to undo his belt buckle. His hands came down on mine, as if to stop me. Not really to stop me, I could tell, just to allow his nerves to catch up to his emotions, as he held my hand loosely, not stopping me as I undid his belt buckle. I pulled the belt through the buckle and slid my hand onto his top button. His eyes were fixed on my hand. I undid the buttons and his jeans came apart. I pushed the two sides of denim away from each other.
"I'm a bit stoned now."
I slid my hand straight inside his jocks. His cock was like a banana, thick and hard, my fingers cupped his hot balls. He was nice and hairy. I could hear him swallowing hard. That's the thrill, that first touch of skin on hot, sweaty skin, as the guy you are fondling spreads his legs further so you can feel every bit of him. Dinesh was no different.
You know, that's the thrill, crossing that line for the first time.
I pull his jocks down and take his hard dark brown cock in my hand. It's big and hard. He takes my hard cock out and I get lube and wet both our cocks. We pull each other's glistening rods, as we stare into each other's eyes. He's got beautiful eyes, pleading eyes, turned on eyes, nervous. I lean forward and kiss him, he kind of pulls away a bit, but I gently pursue him. He tentatively kisses, like he's never kissed a man before, I'm sure he's never kissed a man before. His lips are tentative, soft and wet. I slide my tongue against his and his retreats, if only for a moment and my tongue slides into his mouth, he is nervous, I can feel it.
We kiss and pull slippery hardons, until we are breathing hard and kissing unashamedly. I hold him tight, until his cock goes like steal and he whimpers and we both shoot our loads all over our clothes, all over his jeans and my tracksuit pants. He's first before me, but him cuming makes me shoot instantly.
Then he wants a towel and he wipes the gizz from the waistband of his Levis. He doesn't say much and wants to leave pretty much straight away. He heads to the door and leaves with a serious look, kind of a mouth flex which I'm sure was supposed to be a smile, but it doesn't quite manifest into one.
I'll never see him again, I think. I wish I hadn't done that, is my second thought.
Well, there isn't much to see in Preston, let me tell you, other than getting there and then getting out, which makes it all worthwhile. As Nick likes to say to me – or is that, as I like to say to Nick – not everyone is a party boy poofter who lives in the inner suburbs, you know.
I checked the map, moving around a threatening looking guy all dressed in black sitting on the seat directly in front of the map, who looked more out of it than conscious. He had his legs stretched out and when I accidentally knocked his leg with my thigh, as I headed back out to the platform, he grunted, groaned, one eye opening a crack, as I excused myself.
I was getting off at Collingwood and walking up Gipps Street to home.
There was a raggle-taggle bunch waiting on the platform with me. Your usual dole bludgers, in track suit pants and single mother with tatts and pink hair. There was an Asian man pacing next to me who didn't seem all there. I didn't make eye contact with him. There seemed to be a bunch of students with back packs and books.
I was catching the 12.26, stopping all stations to Flinders Street.
There was one very pretty dark-skinned man with beautiful eyes and smooth, blemish-free skin. I watched him as he checked the led screen and then his watch. We didn't make eye contact.
I selected a seat facing in the forward position, next to a big woman dressed in gypsy rags, flaming red hair and nose piercings.
The pretty dark-skinned guy sat down opposite facing me. He smiled as I looked at him, smiled too long, really. My imagination, I thought, so I took his gaze again and he held it and smiled, as though he was going to say hello. He didn't speak, but continued to hold my gaze, until I looked away.
I see, I thought. I don't know what it is with dark-skinned boys, but I seem to have my gaydar set to their appreciation. I don't mind, a pretty guy is a pretty guy no matter where his grandparents may have been born. I've always liked the variety, in fact, I find them interesting, Asian, Indian, Italian, Greek, whichever, the rich culture is enticing, I've always found.
I looked at him again and he smiled sweetly, almost innocently, except he held my gaze too long again. His eyes narrowed, just slightly, in that way that says yes, I am interested.
He sat back with his arms at his side and I gazed down at his crotch, just because I averted my eyes downwards. He had a slim waist, thick thighs, which his jeans were tight across and a big bulge in between.
Nice, I thought.
I looked up and his eyes seemed to look away as I did. I let my eyes drop again. He had big balls and a nice curve disappearing down between his legs to the arse he was sitting on.
His left leg began to jig. I looked up and he looked away again, this time with that slightly flush eye expression that said that he had noticed.
A girl got on with a mobile phone against her ear and she sat opposite us and spoke into her phone in a foreign language never seemingly drawing breath for the entire time. She just kept right on talking.
There aren't that many places to look when you are on a train, so I gazed down at pretty boy's bulge freely. He got a bit fidgety, squeezing his legs together just slightly, so I knew he was watching me looking at him. Whenever I looked up he'd look away.
Then he got his mobile phone out and seemed to be texting on it in his lap. But then, I noticed he seemed to be pushing down on himself gently, as he typed.
Just excitable boys, every one of us.
Then the voice-over woman said, Next Stop Collingwood and I got up and headed to the door.
I wasn't going to look back, he didn't really gaze and smile like he was really interested, but I did and he was looking over in my direction. Our eyes locked for the last time. I got off and started walking towards the gate. Cute, I thought, as I walked away and he slid away on his metal tracks.
As I turned at the gate and proceeded to head out to the street, I caught him out of the corner of my eyes, heading along the platform behind me. My stomach instantly churned with butterflies and that zzzzz seeped along my bones. I tried to show my ticket to the station attendant at the door, but he just waved me through, not interested. I stepped onto the elevated walk way and wondered which way was Gipps. I took a cigarette from my pocket and lit it, as I lingered slowly. I know, I've pretty much quit, it was just a prop.
He walked passed me and started to head down the walk way to the street. I walked almost next to him. He was walking slowly and I passed him and I was the first to step on to Gipps Street.
I started to walk up Gipps Street, he followed. My stomach was buzzing. I guess I've got to make the first move. I looked back, he was right behind me.
"Hi."
"Hi," he said.
I slowed my pace. "How are you?"
"I'm good," he said.
We were next to each other. "What are you up to?"
"I'm heading into uni to study before my lecture."
"So, you are not in a hurry to be somewhere?"
"No, not really." He hesitated. "I have to be later, a couple of hours."
"Good," I said. I smiled. He smiled too. "Where's uni."
"In the city." He was nervous, it was exciting.
"I'm Josh."
"Dinesh. My name's Dinesh."
"Nice to meet you."
He smiled again.
"My house is this way, do you want to head there until you have to go to uni?"
"Um... er..."
"We can have some fun together."
"Fun?"
"Yeah, fun."
"Fun." He smiled. I smiled. Come on, say yes, I thought. You're cute. I want to see what's under that shirt, those jeans.
"Oh... okay. Yes... alright."
He is a 21 year old uni student who lives with his Sri Lankan parents in Preston who run a grocery shop.
We got back to my place and I made us both a cup of tea. He paced nervously, talking about my house, what I did, what he studied. He was relaxing a bit, until I told him Daniel was staying with me at present, then he seemed nervous again. I reassured him Daniel wouldn't be home until late.
He didn't have a girlfriend, nor boyfriend, he said. He'd just been concentrating on his studies. He said he wanted to get married and have children one day.
"My parents work hard to give me what I need, it's what they want, so..."
I touched his smooth face, rubbed my fingers along his cheek. "Yeah, I know."
He was very handsome, pretty. "Nobody knows... you know..." He had a mouth that just naturally broke into the most beautiful smile.
"Sure, that's okay, they don't need to."
"No." He shook his head at the thought.
I had some mull and asked him if he smoked pot. He smoked a little bit, with mates from uni. So, I rolled us a joint and we sat on the couch next to each other and smoked it.
I lent over and slid my hand under his t-shirt. He jumped a bit but didn't stop me. he had a fine covering of hair over his flat stomach.
I slid my hand under the waistband of his jeans. "Oh." he exclaimed. He had a flat abdomen, hairy and warm. He felt really nice like that. My finger tips found the elastic of his jocks, tight against his skin. I let my hand float over the soft cotton of his briefs to find he was hard. He moaned. His expression looked tense, or was that excited, it was hard to tell. But, he wasn't stopping me.
He had dark, quiet eyes that seemed to suggest a gentle soul lived within. Beautiful eyes that said so much. They said, I like you and I like what you are doing to me, even if it is new to me. He looked like sensuality contained - his beautiful dark skin, his dark, thick hair in broad strokes, his handsome face. His jeans that sat loosely on his slim torso, his hard cock, wet on the end through the cotton of his jocks.
"You're beautiful, you know." I had to say it, because he was. He smiled sweetly.
I slid my hand out of his jeans and started to undo his belt buckle. His hands came down on mine, as if to stop me. Not really to stop me, I could tell, just to allow his nerves to catch up to his emotions, as he held my hand loosely, not stopping me as I undid his belt buckle. I pulled the belt through the buckle and slid my hand onto his top button. His eyes were fixed on my hand. I undid the buttons and his jeans came apart. I pushed the two sides of denim away from each other.
"I'm a bit stoned now."
I slid my hand straight inside his jocks. His cock was like a banana, thick and hard, my fingers cupped his hot balls. He was nice and hairy. I could hear him swallowing hard. That's the thrill, that first touch of skin on hot, sweaty skin, as the guy you are fondling spreads his legs further so you can feel every bit of him. Dinesh was no different.
You know, that's the thrill, crossing that line for the first time.
I pull his jocks down and take his hard dark brown cock in my hand. It's big and hard. He takes my hard cock out and I get lube and wet both our cocks. We pull each other's glistening rods, as we stare into each other's eyes. He's got beautiful eyes, pleading eyes, turned on eyes, nervous. I lean forward and kiss him, he kind of pulls away a bit, but I gently pursue him. He tentatively kisses, like he's never kissed a man before, I'm sure he's never kissed a man before. His lips are tentative, soft and wet. I slide my tongue against his and his retreats, if only for a moment and my tongue slides into his mouth, he is nervous, I can feel it.
We kiss and pull slippery hardons, until we are breathing hard and kissing unashamedly. I hold him tight, until his cock goes like steal and he whimpers and we both shoot our loads all over our clothes, all over his jeans and my tracksuit pants. He's first before me, but him cuming makes me shoot instantly.
Then he wants a towel and he wipes the gizz from the waistband of his Levis. He doesn't say much and wants to leave pretty much straight away. He heads to the door and leaves with a serious look, kind of a mouth flex which I'm sure was supposed to be a smile, but it doesn't quite manifest into one.
I'll never see him again, I think. I wish I hadn't done that, is my second thought.
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