I only just made it to my platform, a bit drunk and wet thanks to the sudden downpour. Despite not being the last train of the night it was still busy and I found myself standing outside of the main carriage by the luggage. I had forgotten what I was wearing until a voice next to me said, “Christmas party?” I looked myself up and down, wet through in my red Rudolph jumper and way too over the top but funny matching trousers. I nodded and he enthusiastically told me the same for him, though he was not sporting any kind of tell-tale outfit. Older than me and heavy set I ignored my weariness to let him get away with some small talk and after a stop to let people off and more on, I found us standing pretty close to each other face to face. The small talk died down and I felt self conscious how he looked at me, constantly with a half smile. It was little bit creepy, but at the same I admit I liked the attention and after a while I found myself trying not to look at him and hiding my own smile. When the carriage jinked slightly he shifted his weight and now he was inches from me. He turned side on and let his hand brush my legs and linger. I gasped and looked around sheepishly. No one was paying any attention and so I let him have an encouraging smile. He took this as a cue and he let his hand wander around me, eventually grabbing my cock and pushing it over the edge from amused semi, to full hard on. The carriage rocked again and this time I was ready and in a much more playful mood. As he faced the doors, I put my hand in front of him and rub his crotch. I managed to cover up my surprise, but I was amazed that he was rock hard. “Good lad,” he whispered and so I carried on rubbing him feeling him too in his jeans and clamping my fingers on what thick shaft I could hold of. He started talking, barely audible and I was turned on by his audacity, calling me a little tease and a cock tease under his breath. The next stop came along and no one got off, but two people got on. It was a quiet station, but well lit. “Come on,” he said and promptly pressed the button, stepping through the doors. Excitement was running the show for me and I followed him out. He led me out of the station to a dark alley at the end of which was the car park. We stopped there and he grabbed and pawed at me and all I did was let him. It felt so good and even more so when he unzipped and put a hand to my head urging me down. Bending at the waist I licked his sticky tip a few times before letting his thick helmet into my mouth. My lips pulled at the corners as he lazily nudged it in and out and he ran his hands over my back. A taxi drove past and he straightened up, pulling me with him. “Come on,” he said, “my car is down here.” We made it to the poorly lit corner of the car park and this time he just grabbed me, touching me up once more. He called me tease and a slut now, a dirty slut happy to get his attention. I giggled wondering how he could know me so well! “Get back on my cock, whore,” he instructed and I knelt down. HIs thick cock pushed into my mouth once more and he pinned me to side of his car. He slid slowly in and out at first and then with more gusto, even knocking my head on the car door a couple of time. I gagged a little especially as he shot off his load, the last couple of thrusts pushed in deep which was just great. His load was sticky and clung to my lips and gums and I loved how he let his cock hang in my mouth after letting me suck the last dregs from him as he flinched with my effort. I was surprised that as we both stood there after the event that his small talk resumed like nothing had happened. He explained that the next stop, my station was only a ten minute drive and he would drop me off. We drove in silence until after a while he said we should pull over for a last quickie. I kind of disbelieved his enthusiasm and ambition so I told him I was okay, that I would wait till I get home, then lie in bed and finish myself thinking about him. He laughed calling me a fucking tease and a half. He dropped me off a few minutes later, a couple of roads over from my flat which seemed odd in hindsight that I would try be ‘safe’ now! He gave me his number and later he called me, his wife asleep and he talked me over the edge, I shot my come over myself as he told me what he would do to me…