City Adventures – Change at Castletown Station

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Castletown Station is tiny, one of the few small mining town stations to survive since the industrial revolution. It’s always deserted in the evenings when he stops there to change and he always uses that thirty minute wait to stroke his load out at the urinals in the empty toilets. Only this time he’s not alone…

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Excerpt from Change at Castletown Station

He was a similar build to me, similar height, probably a little younger, broad shouldered and athletic looking. I thought it was unlikely but if he decided that the sight of my hard cock was some kind of threat to him I might need to defend myself. That thought had crossed my mind a couple of times in those first moments of standing there.

The seconds ticked by and I considered wrestling my drooling cock and full balls back into my trousers and escaping that room. I didn’t want to cause a scene, instead I was frozen, either looking straight ahead at the tiles or glancing up to where old paint peeled from the ceiling where it met the wall.

I had come to the conclusion that there was no possible way he could think I was doing anything other than wanking.

His pissing stopped, a spurt followed, and another. The final pumps of his piss left his cock with force and I was thankful that he was about to leave. In my peripheral vision I saw his arm move as he shook his dick.

I waited, and waited, and waited some more. The slight movement I’d perceived changed from the first hasty shakes to a more deliberate motion.

There was absolute silence. I actually contemplated for just a moment that perhaps he was a ghost, that I would turn and he would have vanished. If it wasn’t for that strange sense we all have when someone is within a foot of our bodies and the blurry shape of his arm moving I would have even wondered if I’d imagined him.

Then I looked down to where my cock was still thick but flagging very slowly, the meaty shape softening just a little to droop heavy in my grip. My eyes glanced to my left more fully, perhaps to establish what I already knew was happening.

A large pink dick met my vision, thinner than mine but longer, meatier in many ways. He was hard, curved, his hood of pale foreskin slipping over the bulging end as he slowly massaged the mass of masculine flesh between the thumb and fingers of his right hand.

He’d turned a little more toward me, his long cock pointing to my urinal while he toyed with his dick.


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