Horny boys story of two guys enjoying in train: 1

Horny boys story: This story took place in India in July 2011 when I was a young, horny and daring 21 year old boy who craved the adrenaline 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 my laptop and I 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 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 surroundings- 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.

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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.

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