Chapter 13 - Pressed on the train

was taking a train ride to one of the south Indian cities. It was for my holidays, I was doing my college at that time. I was around 19 years old.

It was a night train, with the final destination expected to be arrived at in the morning. My destination station was not the last stop.

I had caught fever a day before the journey. Though I was asked not to go, I wanted to make the trip because I could enjoy my holidays instead of staying at home, which would be a bore.

I boarded the train, and we whistled off. I took my berth and slept. My fever had gone up by early morning. It was the wee hours like 5 AM when I got up and got down from the berth. I was expecting my destination station to be reached at 6:30 AM or so.

There was a middle-aged guy, probably in his 40s, who was also sitting in the lower berth. He saw me and asked what the problem was. I said I had fever. He came close and checked my forehead. He said yes, you have high fever.

He then gave me a blanket and asked me to put it around my shirt. I did so. Then he started checking my fever again. This time, he went for my c.h.e.s.t. And he pressed. I am fat and have a bulky, drooping c.h.e.s.t. As he pressed, it felt so good. His hand was rock hard, and I could feel his muscles push against my fat as he leaded over. He then moved his hand from one c.h.e.s.t to another. On the way, his finger nails hit my n.i.p.p.l.e. I was starled. It felt amazing.

He moved really close to me. Everyone else seemed to be sleeping and the light from the windows was dim as it was so early in the morning. He got me in a spot - inbetween the window and himself. His muscular shoulder was pressing against my fatty shoulder.

He said, I will try to reduce your fever. I said, "Ok". He started unbuttoning my shirt, only the first three buttons. I inquired why, and he said "I must check your back also".

Then he put back the blanket on top of me and said "I don't want you to feel cold".

Then he guided his hand from behind me and through the blanket. And he pressed my c.h.e.s.t with a flat hold. The p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e was undeniable as my flesh compressed and submitted to his hand.

He started moving from one boob to another. I discovered that his fingernail hitting my n.i.p.p.l.es was no accident, because he hit them every time. I was on cloud nine.

At one point, he stopped. Then he caught one boob with a full hand. And he crushed my boob hard. It pained a little and i left out a small painful groan. He took out his hand. And that was it.

What happened? I looked around. People were still sleeping. The express train was whistling along, no one would have heard me.

He didn't come back for me. Oh my god, what have I done? I turned to him and said, "Please". Just the one word. He understood because I could see his white teeth in the darkness of the coach.

He put his hand back. Aww, I was in heaven once again! I just wanted to push myself against him, so he could compress me and give me p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. I pushed more and went deeper into his shoulder, so that I was now firmly in his grip.

And what a grip it was. He kept massaging my b.o.o.b.s continuously. I loved it more when he did my left, because his muscular hand would also press and scr.a.p.e against my right boob when he was still doing the left. I just wanted him to hold my stuff, both together, that's all I really wanted. I didn't care for anything else! I closed my eyes. I whispered "That side, yes that one". He got it. He focussed more on pressing both in one go. And he tightened his muscles, crushing me more and giving me more joy!

Then he went down to my hip and caught the layers of fat dangling there with his hands. He pressed them. I was loving it. For once, I felt so nice for being fat. I said to him, "Stomach, check my stomach". He went there and pressed. Wow! He went back to the h.i.p.s, and then back to the stomach.

He came back up to my b.o.o.b.s. He was now moving fast from one boob and the other. I was getting a hard on and I could feel my d.i.c.k trying to explode out of my u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r.

He then started using only one finger. Running from one boob to another and going straight for my n.i.p.p.l.es, pressing them with that one finger. Man, what p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e it was. I had submitted to him then and there. I would have done anything he would have asked for.

He kept going like mad, boob to boob, n.i.p.p.l.e to n.i.p.p.l.e. I just moved closer into his arms. I just rested one side of my back fully on him. I wanted to let him know I am yours to f.u.c.k however you want. You are my man!

I enjoyed it as he engaged my b.o.o.b.s and n.i.p.p.l.es like mad. He fondled, crushed and f.u.c.k.e.d my b.o.o.b.s and n.i.p.p.l.es. At one point, I started c.u.m.m.i.n.g, and he sensed it. He fastened his moves. He kept going faster, boob to boob and n.i.p.p.l.e to n.i.p.p.l.e.

Then it happened, I lunged my body back on him and tightened and my c.u.m sprayed into my u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r. He sensed the exact moment and stopped and just caught the boob tight and crushed And helped me c.u.m out. Helped me enjoy till I was done. Then he removed his hand from my c.h.e.s.t and held my shoulders tightly for support as I relaxed. What a man! What a man! What a man! I literally laid back on him and closed my eyes. What an awesome man, his wife must be so lucky I thought. If he could crush her b.o.o.b.s and hold them there when she c.u.mmed, and then hold her tight when she relaxed!

As I got down at around 6:45, I looked back and he smiled and waved goodbye. A true gentleman that gave me an unforgettable first. I never thought myself as gay, but he just brought it on and I don't think anyone would have said NO!