Eventually they arrived at Ashford, where Gerald ‘joined’ (to you and I that is staggered over the footbridge to) the branch train to Hastings (kn...wn locally as the Marsh maggot!) Ernest however was soon on his way across the other face of the platform, to a Canterbury bound train, soon to leave, both men eagerly wondering what they had let themselves in for! The porter bawling the familiar humorous cry of “why kill em and cart em to Canterbury” (to those who don’t know of the area that’s the. Damn, those women know how to tease! Mostly young and average looking late-night commuters, an obvious, drooling perv or two among them, balanced the few older couples. Nearly all were dressed formally, as if coming from an opera or even clubbing. Here I was, in the overly bight, garish lights, maintaining the balance of the universe in my sport shorts and sweaty T-shirt.Just ten minutes into my ninety minute ride and I was already bored to tears. Luckily, that changed at the next stop of the. Without thinking I kneel down in front of him. I pull his foreskin back and watch how he is getting harder. I can smell the soap and notice he has washed himself just minutes ago. I want to taste him and take his dick in my mouth. I push my lips against it, try to suck and gently pull it out. I take another look at it and continue sucking him.This is why I am here. I am here to suck your cock. I am tasting it and feeling it. I am enjoying it. I can feel how he is now all hard and leaning back. Helps that he’s derived a guaranteed overload of ‘cute’ from his Norsk-Celtic-whatever else ancestry. Blue eyes and red hair like his mom. And talks.Stoney Senior draws a few covert stares. Stoney’s got a scar, THAT scar, earned in combat. It shows. He still carries himself well, too, the obvious effort in NOT succumbing to a sedate lifestyle. That’s a problem we ALL face. So far, none have succumbed. Hell, truth be known, after Jason got HIS degree, he LOST weight.Somebody commented at a.