Gay relationship between two men

During my first National Day holiday in college, my classmates were all excited, rushing home. I delayed by two days, finally boarding a slow train that felt like an ox. It was there that I met the man I'll never forget.

Getting on the train felt great! Almost no one was sitting!

I chose a window seat in a row of three. Just as the train was about to depart, a man around 40 years old boarded. He was a bit overweight, wearing sunglasses, carrying a shoulder bag, and had a bourgeois air about him. He hesitated slightly as he passed me, then sat down opposite me and placed two bottles of water from his bag on the small table. The train started moving, slowly pulling out of Changchun Station.

As the journey began, the man and I started chatting; sitting face-to-face in silence is awkward.

He said he was a businessman, just returning from Yunnan and transferring trains home. He even showed me some handicrafts he'd collected in Yunnan; he seemed very familiar with Changchun, even taking the map I'd left on the table to show me the places he'd been. Wow! He's actually been to quite a few places, some of which I haven't even had a chance to visit yet.

After noon, he said he was sleepy, so he lay down on his seat to sleep. He tossed and turned for over half an hour, and I could tell he had a hard time falling asleep without a pillow.

After a while, he asked me, "Are you sleepy?"

I said, "No,"

and he asked to borrow my lap. Without thinking much, I agreed.

He lay quietly on my lap, occasionally shifting his weight slightly, and gradually, his head was firmly pressed between my legs. I felt quite embarrassed, but I couldn't think of a way to get rid of him, so I tentatively moved a little further in. Suddenly, I realized he was pressing so hard! I think I must have been sweating profusely at that moment, because my little brother was gradually swelling because of the pressure from the back of his head.

I think he must have sensed the change in my little brother, because he changed his lying position from his back to facing me; oh my god! His mouth was pressed tightly against my erect penis, and his mouth was slightly open, his hot breath seeping into my pants... My penis seemed encouraged, bulging high in my sweatpants. He then sat up close, sliding one hand down my back and into my pants, starting to caress my buttocks.

I tried to lean back, attempting to stop his hand; but his other hand took the opportunity to slip into my pants from the front, firmly grasping my scrotum. I was so nervous that I forgot to refuse.

Just then, the car door opened, someone passed by, and he took the hand that was squeezing my buttocks out of his mouth, snatched the map I had placed on the small table, and covered it with his hand that was kneading my scrotum inside his pants. Afraid of being discovered, I leaned forward slightly and began to cooperate with him… This awkward situation lasted for about 10 minutes. His hand was already stroking my entire penis, and he kept fiddling with the urethral opening on the glans… Perhaps because I was more awake, or perhaps because I was afraid he would make me ejaculate in my pants, I forcibly pulled his hand away just as I was about to reach orgasm, and then I went to the toilet. Once

inside, I took off my pants and was shocked to find my underwear soaked with my secretions. Embarrassed and angry, I quickly wiped it clean with tissues and, in my foolish cleverness, wrapped my glans with several layers of tissues to prevent further leakage from wetting my underwear.

When I came out of the toilet, I found him smoking in the connecting area between the carriages.

He saw me and asked, “Did you ejaculate?”

I said, “No!” He laughed and said he didn’t believe me. I said, “Really, why would I lie to you?” Then he continued to ask, “Did you feel good just now?” I said, “It was alright, not particularly good…” Because he had been kneading my testicles quite forcefully, I felt a slight pain, so it really wasn’t “particularly” good.

He continued smoking, while I stood by the train door, watching the rows of tall poplar trees slowly disappear behind the train.

He stood next to me and said my testicles and penis were large, so they felt good to touch. He also said his were large and invited me to touch them. I looked but didn't touch them.

Then he slipped his hand inside my pants from the front. I didn't resist, just stood there letting his hand knead and play with my scrotum and penis… After about ten minutes, he sensed someone was about to pass by, so he took his hand out. We went back to our seats.

Around 2 PM, he ordered two boxed lunches, which we ate. Then we slowly started chatting. He gave me his chat ID, telling me to add him when I got back, and even gave me his phone number, writing it down on the map so I wouldn't forget. I was surprised that we were so natural, like old friends.

Around 4 PM, I arrived at my stop. He helped me with my backpack and then walked me to the train door.

After getting off the train, I glanced back at him. He was standing at the door, smiling, waving a few tissues in his hand; they seemed a little damp… Suddenly, I remembered—those were the tissues I'd used to cover my glans in the toilet! He must have taken them while he was touching me! I hadn't even noticed! I ran out of the station like my life depended on it, but the train had already left, so I went to the station toilet to urinate.

The toilet was empty, and on the walls, some talented guy had drawn incredibly lifelike men and women! Suddenly, I felt a heat in my genitals, so I simply pulled down my pants and squatted on the stall. The scene on the train was still vividly before my eyes… rows of poplar trees slowly moving towards the back of the train, a pair of large, fat hands forcefully kneading my scrotum and penis… I felt as if those large, fat hands were still squeezing my scrotum, so I started masturbating.

A few minutes later, I orgasmed and ejaculated, and then immediately had a second orgasm… After ejaculating, I became slightly more lucid, and the thought of the man on the train began to fill me with disgust! Then, inexplicably, I threw the map that man had given me into the toilet.

Then I took a taxi home.

During the entire holiday, I masturbated almost every day, and each time I masturbated, I thought about that man. I thought about his warm, strong hands, about his unrestrained kneading of my scrotum, and each time after ejaculating, I felt disgusted by him. (I still feel this way now; I feel disgusted with myself after each ejaculation, so I try to avoid ejaculating to achieve a longer-lasting pleasure…)

My encounter with this man made me realize that I wouldn't dislike a man touching my body, and I wouldn't even refuse to kiss a man who isn't ugly.

At the same time, I also clearly understood one thing: my long, fair, yet powerful thighs, my thick penis, my full scrotum, and my firm buttocks would greatly satisfy men in a certain circle. I don't particularly crave intimacy with that man, but I really want to bring satisfaction to these men; I enjoy letting them release their desires on my body.

Perhaps this circle, defined as unconventional, is hidden, a unique sight not entirely glamorous under the sun, but I'm happy because I can appreciate the fireworks and brothels within it.

It was this train, this man, that led me slowly into this back garden, and here I am, swinging high on an exciting swing…
[The End]

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