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This story took place in India in July 2011 when I was a young, horny and daring 21 year old boy who craved the adrenalin rush of seducing the ‘unseducable’. I was taking an overnight train to my college from my hometown. My journey started around 8 ‘o’ clock in the evening. I had a reservation for the side-upper berth of the sleeper class. I was traveling alone and whenever I travelled alone, I barely slept. I was usually too excited to rest, always desirous of doing something naughty. So, I was sitting on my berth, busy on my phone when a group of three policemen passed by. This was at around 10 PM; only a few lights were on and I could barely see their faces. All three of them were in khaki uniform, bearing long barrelled guns (probably AK47) and looking hot. But one of them caught my eye. With my mind restless and my imagination wild, I immediately transported to a mental playground of forbidden cravings and began undressing the police officer.
At about half past midnight, the three-man battalion, having finished the patrol, decided to take the vacant seats close to mine. More interestingly, the person of my interest- let’s call him Arjun- chose a seat from where he had a direct line of sight to my berth. I was on the side-upper berth while Arjun was sitting on the distant lower berth in the next group of seats.
The moment I saw this, a wicked idea took shape in my mind. I was eager to take this opportunity to make my fantasies come true. The first thing that I did was walk past their seats on the pretext of going to the toilet, but in reality, scoping them out. Arjun was awake and alert sitting next to an open window while his two companions seemed to be dozing off.
At about one in the morning, the compartment was completely dark except for the light at the two ends of the bogie. The open window let in cool night air, dispersing the staleness in the compartment. And here I was, implementing my foolhardy plan!
I lay down on my berth, pulled my laptop out and positioned it on my chest in such a way that Arjun could see the screen. I was confident that at some point, he would glance at it- people are naturally curious about what others are watching. I knew that this was an extremely risky play, but the potential consequences of my action only spurred me on. The thrill of danger electrified every nerve in my body. Any number of things could go wrong- someone else would have seen what I was up to or this policeman could use his position of power to inflict any number of punishments. But I ignored these and relied on him being a typical Indian man- pretentiously straight and desperately sex deprived- and started playing a (straight) porn video on my laptop!
The train rushed on while I and my laptop swayed in its rhythm. Being focussed on making sure that my laptop didn’t fall off my chest, and slightly enthralled by the action, I forgot where I was, what I was doing and why. Maybe I dozed off, I can’t really be sure. But about thirty minutes into the movie, a firm tap on my shoulder jolted me back to reality. I looked around and guess what- it was Arjun. My reflexes kicked in, and I shut the laptop immediately.
Indeed, this was the outcome I was hoping for. But now that it was happening, I tensed up. What if he scolds me? What if he punishes me? What if he fines me? What if he humiliates me? What was I thinking? Why did I do this? But what else could I do now? I had to see this through. There was no other way out.
The train sped on, its wheels shrieked against the rails, the harsh metallic sound echoing through the open window. Arjun looked me straight in my eyes and demanded in a low, authoritative whisper, “What were you doing?”
Overcoming a whirlwind of emotions- arousal from the video, excitement over catching this man’s attention, nervousness about what might happen next, and fear that things could go horribly wrong- I stammered out a quick “sorry, sorry,” the words barely escaping my mouth.
Occasional bursts of light from passing lampposts flickered through the compartment momentarily revealing our faces. I had only a slight view of his face, but my gut told me that he was more excited than angry.
With a sly smile that exuded amusement at my fear, he asked again, “What were you watching?”
His whispers cut through the ambient noise sending a chill down my spine. “Sorry, sir,” I said in a desperate voice, “I won’t do it again.”
He responded in a husky voice, “You shouldn’t watch such things in public. What if someone sees you?”
My heart pounded and fingers twitched as I struggled to find my voice. As fear trickled down my face, Arjun continued in an earthy and raw accent reminiscent of the local dialects spoken by the tribal communities of Jharkhand, “Watch it if you want, but make sure no one else sees it.” I nodded in embarrassment, without looking at him.
The train jerked suddenly which sent a jolt through my body, forcing my hand to grab the cold, metal railing. Arjun however leaned in closer, seemingly immune to the train’s jostles. His lips curled into a devious smile and his eyes glinted bayrampaşa escort bayan with curiosity as he said, “Show me what you were watching, I want to see it too.”
Without waiting for a response, he climbed up to my berth and sat next to me. At that time, internet access wasn’t as widespread or affordable as it is now. Most people didn’t have reliable access to porn, which explained his eagerness. As I opened my laptop, I asked if he wanted to watch something specific, but he was okay with whatever I had on. So, I resumed the video with this hunk of a policeman sitting next to me.
It was half past one now. The dark bogie seemed darker as the train passed through a wildlife sanctuary and a faint woody smell was perceptible. The train’s pace slowed, the laptop steadying on my lap as the metallic clatter softened. Inside the train, Arjun was sitting very close to me– our thighs and hands kept rubbing against each other, in response to the gentle rhythmic motion of the train.
I kept stealing glances at him. He stared hungrily at the throat-fucking on my screen, yet he was sitting in a rather rigid posture. His back straight, shoulders pulled back and chest puffed up, he was alert of the surrounding- perhaps worried that his colleagues might wake up. His hands resting on his lap hid his erection. But the feel of his forearms as he moved it slowly to rub and press his hard-on, the sweat beads popping up on his forehead, and his ragged breath failed to hide his arousal.
We continued watching the video, however, my excitement was making me restless. I wanted him to remove his hands so that I could put mine there. I craved to feel the shape and girth of his dick and trace its shape through his pants. I yearned for the heat that was coursing through his dorsal veins. But I didn’t want to force it. So, I decided to wait and see what happens next. In the meantime, I made sure that he had an uninterrupted supply of coitus content to watch, for I did not want to break the spell.
The brightness of the laptop, though low, showed the slight contours of Arjun’s face. He was watching the video but also kept looking around him- making sure no one was watching us. His eyes often flicked nervously towards his colleagues, as if to confirm they were still asleep. His hands and feet were crossed while his gun dangled innocently from his left shoulder.
The train curved out of the sanctuary, gathering speed as it straightened. As if in response to the changing pace of the train, Arjun moved his hands and folded them across his chest leaving the boner in his pants visibly exposed. I let out a huge sigh of relief. I couldn’t look away from what seemed like an impressive tool. Salivating at this gorgeousness, I put a shaky hand on it and pressed. He let out a slow, measured breath as the pulse of his arousal echoed through my fingertips. My heart was racing and he was sweating even though the compartment was relatively cool now.
We avoided looking at each other, so we concentrated on the screen. He did not move my hand- I took that as a positive sign. We were so lost in all this that we didn’t notice that the compartment once again seemed to be filling with the dank smell typical of a sleeper class compartment as the train coursed through semi-urban settlements. I squeezed his dick again and this time he kept his hand on my hand but did not move it. Instead he squeezed it indicating that I should continue.
As my hand squeezed his cock for the fourth time, a faint rustling broke the stillness around us. I immediately withdrew my hands and pretended to focus on the screen while Arjun covered his hard-on. We were worried that one of his colleagues had decided to take a walk, but it was just an older lady presumably going to the toilet. I was a little annoyed at the lady for shattering the spell I’d been weaving. Thankfully, Arjun did not move or go away, but continued sitting and watching the video, albeit inattentively, while the aunty returned back to her berth.
Arjun’s erection had somewhat subsided by now, though his member was still tight. He was again sitting in the same rigid posture with his hands across his chest. I wanted to put my hand back where it belonged- on the throbbing bulge of this hunk of a cop but it was somehow difficult to resume after the unceremonious interruption.
I glanced sideways at Arjun whose expression had changed from excitement and eagerness to pensive and sober. Desperate to reignite the heat between us, I started rubbing his thigh but Arjun brought his hand back on his crotch immediately, blocking my access to his dick. Every time I tried to bring my hand closer to his dick, he would press harder on his thighs to prevent me from reaching his tool. He looked up at me and smiled in embarrassment; he was both hard and hesitant now.
The train was slowing, braking and jerking frequently, as if unable to make its mind on whether or not to stop. Inside the train, Arjun couldn’t make up his mind either for he seemed to be struggling between his duty, his lust and his heterosexuality. bayan escort He was in his uniform and supposed to be ensuring the security of the train, but here he was sitting with a 21 year old watching porn in a public space. That he had allowed me- a man- to touch his boner in the state of arousal also contributed to this tension. He looked back at the video on the screen and squeezed his boner. He bit his lower lip as he glanced at the aisle to ensure that no one was watching us. In his indecisiveness, he hadn’t realised that he had allowed my hand on his boner again.
Suddenly a man grunted loudly in his sleep which seemed to break Arjun’s reverie. As if making up his mind, he asked abruptly in a voice thick with anticipation and desire, “Will you take it in your mouth?”
I was stunned! I felt my pulse hammering against my throat as I forgot to breathe for a moment. Did I hear that right? For a second the world had stopped. The rhythmic clatter of the train, the distant snore of the passengers all faded away. There was only his question, hanging heavy between us. I had fantasized about this moment, but hearing him ask it, in that low commanding tone was different. Real. Arjun’s eyes, glistening in defiance and desire, bore into mine as if daring me to make a choice. All I could think was yes, but all I could say was, “where?”
“In the toilet,” he replied and I nodded.
“You go ahead first into the toilet, but don’t lock it. I will follow you there after I make sure that no one is around” He came very close to me and added in a rather stern and threatening sort of voice, “Be very careful, because I SHOULD NOT be doing this.”
I nodded and walked towards the toilet. The train was speeding again and my heart was racing, again. As I walked through the dark compartment while struggling to maintain my balance in the train, I found myself both excited and worried. This was my first encounter with a police man. He could make my life miserable. Going into the toilet now was the last straw. There was no returning from this. I wondered if I should just go back. But as I walked, I felt the wetness around my dick- I was secreting a lot of pre-cum- and that had made my decision. Just as Arjun fell prey to his lustful desires, I succumbed to mine.
I went into the western toilet. The noise of the speeding train was louder here, and though clean in general, the toilet smelled a little stale. The wind gusts coming from the open window, however, made it quite bearable. After waiting for two minutes, I started wondering. Where was he? I was sure he was coming. Did he get cold feet? What if one of his colleagues caught him? Or, maybe he just changed his mind.
But he came. I had to wait for four long minutes before he quietly opened the door and sneaked in. I saw him properly for the first time and was immediately impressed by my catch!
He was almost as tall as I (178 cm) but had a darker complexion compared to my fair skin. His fit body, thick biceps, flat stomach, well-shaped but not gym toned chest, clean shaven face and a head full of dark hair contrasted starkly with my soft and chubby looks. Clad in the khaki police uniform that stretched tightly across his beautiful body, and armed with the gun hanging from his shoulder, he looked just ravishing.
“There were some people here. I had to wait for them to leave,” he said, as if trying to convince himself it was safe. I took a step towards him, looked into his eyes and rubbed his boner which immediately sprang to action. He responded in a hurried whisper, “Be quick. I don’t have much time.” He wanted to go back before his colleagues got suspicious of his absence.
I closed the commode and sat on it as he unzipped his pants and took out an amazingly delicious cock. It was almost 7 inches long, moderately thick, well-rounded, uncut and very black; the dickhead which was almost completely visible was a shining pink, being wet from pre-cum.
Eager to start, I licked the bulbous head. It tasted salty. He moaned. I grabbed his thighs and took the entire tube into my mouth; my nose hitting the zipper. I tried unbuckling his pants but he slapped my hands away indicating that I was not to touch his gun or his belt which held the bullets.
“At least take out your balls,” I said.
He bent a little forward and pried the rounded twins out of the zipper. Considering how tight his pants were, it was a difficult task. With the balls out, his soft dark pubes were visibly peeking out of the zipper too. He spread his legs and placed his hands on the walls of the toilet to steady himself as I rubbed his balls and licked his shaft. He groaned. There was a certain urgency in the noises he made. I was more intent on playing with him than finishing him, but he was impatient. He grabbed my head using his left hand while steadying himself with his right hand in the viciously speeding and swaying train and began fucking my mouth.
I started gagging and had to grab his thighs for support. My eyes started watering and the sound of my gag got mixed with the metallic screech of the train. bağcılar escort bayan He had barely thrusted a few times when we heard a knock on the door. We both froze, his hands still buried in my hair, his tool throbbing against my tongue. My breath hitched and for a moment, it felt like the whole train had gone silent.
Someone was trying to get into the toilet. We were worried that they might have heard me gagging on his dick- our guilty conscience kicking in. The door was locked of course, and after trying once or twice, they went away.
While waiting for this person to go, I was sucking Arjun very slowly. I was rolling my tongue around the tube and taking as much of it as I could without making any noise. Once we were sure that no one was outside, Arjun whispered again, “we need to be quiet and quick.”
I said, “let me do my thing then!”
The stale smell of the toilet mixed with the smell of our sweat. The cacophony of the train mingled with our ragged breaths. The small toilet felt even smaller now, every moment magnified, every touch unavoidable. In this cramped, stifling and perfect room, I began blowing his dick. It had gone slightly soft by now. I held his dick and rolled my tongue around his caput. As I shagged him slowly, I grabbed his dickhead with my lips and wagged my tongue around the slit. He whimpered, afraid that his moans may attract someone. “Faster,” he moaned in a low growl that underscored his urgency. I began sucking him in earnest.
The train continued its fast pace which translated to a rocky rhythm in the toilet. Arjun stood as steadily as he could using the support of the walls while I grabbed his thighs and sucked him deeply. His dick, fully erect now, somehow felt bigger. I continued the to-and-fro motion of my face taking the entire member in and withdrawing all the way out without letting the head go. He was sweating profusely despite the nocturnal air cooling the toilet. As I continued sucking him, he started buckling under the arousal. I had to grab his butts to make sure that he was standing straight.
He began panting; I knew he was close. I increased my speed to match the rhythm of the train. Arjun stood there, swaying slightly, his eyes closed and beads of sweat adorning his beautiful, manly face. A few more gulps and he brought both his hands behind my head and pushed himself as deep down my throat as he could. In response to this sudden incursion, I squeezed his butts- now clenched and very firm- just as the pulsating tube began squirting his manly nectar into my mouth. I desperately constricted my throat so as not to let his cum pass down. Since Arjun had grabbed my head using both his hands, we did not have any support. But Arjun knew how to steady himself in the rocking train: he gyrated and thrust his hips in response to the train’s rhythm so that even though I felt like swinging on a merry-go-round, we didn’t lose balance.
“I will go first. Wait for a few minutes and then come out.” After he was done, he zipped himself up trying to pretend that nothing out of the ordinary had happened. But as he turned to leave, there was a brief moment- a pause, a slight hesitation- before he opened the door and stepped out.
I was alone in the toilet now, breathless, my mouth full of cum and my body aching with desire. His cum was generally tasteless, except for a slight saltiness. I was torn between spitting and gulping it. Ultimately, I spat some of it out to see his thick, milky white fluid. I gulped the rest while smiling at my reflection in the mirror. My body was still screaming for release and there was no way I could just walk away, not yet.
I took a couple of deep breaths to calm down. The stale air in the toilet felt heavier now, thick with the lingering smell of sweat and sex. The rumble of the train beneath my feet felt more pronounced, a dull, rhythmic hum that matched the pulse in my ears as I leaned over the sink, reliving the feeling of him in my mouth. I took my dick out and started masturbating. I was so aroused that I came within a minute.
I was so engrossed in everything that I didn’t even notice that someone had tried to enter the toilet moments after Arjun had left. I zipped myself, washed and went out. Arjun was standing there by the door of the compartment. Our eyes met but neither of us acknowledged the other. That was when it dawned on me that he had almost as much to lose as I if this were to get out. I turned away. As I walked towards my berth, I came face to face with another man who smiled and winked at me. This was the man who tried to get into the toilet after Arjun had left. I ignored him and continued walking towards my berth.
I was almost at my seat when I heard the two police officers talking and wondering where Arjun was. One of them decided to go look for him. We crossed each other but I did not look at him. About thirty minutes of my journey remained when I finally came back to my berth. I sat there, his taste still lingering on my tongue, and felt a strange mixture of vulnerability and triumph. I had seduced a cop- someone who, by all rights, should have turned me away. But he hadn’t. That made me feel…powerful. Invincible. Like I could bend anyone, even those who shouldn’t. But somewhere in the back of my mind, a tiny voice whispered, warning me of the risks. I pushed it away. I was definitely going to try this again.