Training Graham in Public
by Golden Ghost Pen
Copyright© 2026 by Golden Ghost Pen
BDSM Sex Story: Young twunk Graham is trained by an older man in public to show off, perform for him, and to jerk off on command.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Ma Reluctant Gay DomSub Humiliation Masturbation Public Sex .
Shit, that was close! I was drenched in sweat and plopped back into the last seat of the last train car for the journey from Lyon to Paris.
My cheap ass had of course chosen the 5:30AM train to save six euros, and now I was sitting here on three hours of sleep, hungover as fuck, and jittery from the anxiety of coming close to missing it. Outside, the train platform was a ghost town; the French apparently weren’t keen on getting up early, and could I blame them.
Food and wine had been fun for the study abroad stop in Lyon, but it was time to head back to my apartment in Paris, a temporary home away from Los Angeles. The other thing I quickly learned about transit was these god damn trains were not built for 6’3” guys (191 cm) because my legs were currently crammed in like sardines tucked into a can.
The train sat in silence for five minutes, stretching past our departure time.
Fantastic ... I rushed for nothing...
Just two other passengers were way up ahead in the train car, both immediately diving headfirst into a newspaper or their phone. A nap called to me too.
As a ding came over the speaker, the door up ahead opened and an older guy, even taller than me and in a suit, rushed down the aisle and settled into the seat ... directly in front of me ... come on, dude, what the fuck!
I only got a quick look at him but he seemed weathered in the face, probably from overindulgence and stress that’d paid for the luxury looking suit. I rolled my eyes, wondering how I’d gotten so unlucky with the seat placement, but not bothered or motivated enough to move to any of the many open, unclaimed seats. Skipping out on the needed nap, I pulled out my phone and started flipping my finger upward through a series of pictures and videos.
Big fucking mistake...
The explore page was hot guy after hot guy after abs after ... butt pic. Scroll after scroll of shirtless guys in their twenties. One dude even had his hand shoving down the front of his briefs to show off perfectly groomed pubes alongside his veiny V line. It was like the universe was feeding me the hottest stuff imaginable just to fuck with me on this stupid train.
Shifting in my seat, I felt my dick strain against the front of my underwear. The train didn’t help, creating even more movement and friction and getting me worked up.
Eh, fuck it. When in France, oui?
The guy in front of me was facing away, probably already asleep or thinking about some board meeting. I was in the very last row and would’ve had plenty of time to hide myself if anyone came back onto our car. I glanced around one more time and shrugged to myself.
As quietly as I could, the zipper came down, sounding to my anxious ears like thunder in the desert. The rush from freeing the goods in public, alone, had me rock hard by the time my seven cut inches finally popped out. It was nice to let my little guy breathe a bit; he’d been tucked in there all tight and nasty when I’d been sprinting to make my train. I gave him a little squeeze; my way of saying sorry to him, but promising my best friend that he’d be feeling a lot fucking better pretty soon.
I kept my shorts on and pulled out just the amount I needed. With my left hand on my phone and struggling to keep wifi as we moved along, my right started working up and down. It was dry and I had to stay quiet, but I’d never been one who struggled to get going; so much so, that this was probably the first of two or three times I’d jack it before the day was done. The slick sound was barely there under the sound of the train, but I could hear it. My breathing was next to raise, clearly picking up in volume, but probably not clear enough for anyone to figure out what I was doing.
The pics kept coming and I stroked a little faster. I’d always been a big time leaker, thankfully, so my little buddy was thrilled to partner with me and release all the natural homemade lube I needed to make him happy. A sick little part of me wished I would get caught; maybe not fully, but the rush of having to tuck away my big meaty dick in a panic made me even hornier.
I spread my legs a little wider under the seat in front, giving myself more room. My head was fatter than my shaft and it looked almost swollen from how horny I felt. I rubbed some pre-cum right into the bottom of the head for a second with my thumb and let out a more audible moan, smiling at how obvious it should’ve been to the guy in front of me. Not only did I want to cum, but now I wanted to edge myself through the public thrill.
I thought about the last dude I’d fucked back in LA, three weeks ago. He was this little twink named Calvin and despite having this basic, bony ass, he was that perfect kind of whiney twink who’d been born to take a dick like mine. When I’d bred him, he’d screamed so loud that I thought I was gonna wake up my entire floor. Maybe he was somewhere back in LA still letting my seed soak into his insides now.
The guy in front of me hadn’t moved the whole time. I could see the back of his head; the wavy dark-blonde hair and the smell of a flowery cologne. It was clearly expensive because it didn’t carry any of that extra tang that my cheap stuff did. I pretended that scent belonged to the guys on my phone and it brought them even more to life. Soon, I had to slow down to edge myself, otherwise I’d have busted on the spot, and this ride was way too long to finish just yet. Slowing down though, only made the slick, squishy sounds around my little guy even louder, but I didn’t care at this point if it was obvious. Or at least I thought I didn’t.
The man sitting in front of me suddenly spoke. Without turning around and with a deep, confident, combination of a French and German accent, he spoke up like he was amused. “Do you plan on finishing soon so I can fall asleep? It’s very distracting to hear a beautiful young man touching himself.”
I froze. Chills went through my body from head to toe.
Heart hammering, I snapped out of it and quickly tried to tuck my hard dick back into my shorts, but it just plainly wouldn’t fit. I cleared my throat, trying to sound normal, and awkwardly spoke. “I got no idea what you’re talking about, sorry...”
Still without turning around, the man spoke again. “Oh, please, I didn’t mean to interrupt you,” he said. “But I just couldn’t listen anymore without saying something. It sounds so wet that I would guess you’re carrying a very nice cock on top of being so handsome?”
My cock flexed subconsciously and let out a little bead of pre-cum. “I ... uh ... I’m ... I ... I’m sorry, sir. I thought that no one could hear me. The car’s basically empty, so I ... I ... thought...”
He cut me off, still facing forward. “The only apology I need is if you plan to stop.”
I blinked at the back of his seat. The risk of being discovered by the two strangers up front who had no idea what was happening behind them and this confident older guy telling me he wanted to listen to me jack off without even turning around was getting me even more worked up. I carefully went back to my dick, wrapping my hand around it again and starting to stroke with more intention; making sure he could hear the slick wet sounds as I stroked.
Fuck my phone too; at this point I didn’t even need it...
From the seat in front came a chuckle. “Good boy...”
My hand shook for a second, then I stroked even harder. ‘Good boy’ from an older, probably rich, man I’d barely even seen when he came on the train.
“Really work the juice in,” he said next, like he was giving instructions now. “Get it all over. I want to hear how wet you can make it.”
I obeyed without thinking, doing everything I could to give him enough sound to create an image in his head. I used both hands for a few strokes and dropped my jaw as I twisted my head with my left hand while stroking with my right.
While I was working myself exactly the way he’d told me to, he spoke again. “My name’s Emmanuel, by the way.”
“I’m Graham...” I whispered back.
The chuckle that followed was warm, like he was proud of me. “This is fun. You know Graham ... I ended up divorced from my wife five years ago for this exact reason. We were together for twenty years but I just couldn’t keep my eyes and mouth off of beautiful young men like you.”
I was so turned on it was almost dizzying. He hadn’t even needed to turn around to have me like this and now he was casually telling me he’d wrecked his marriage because he couldn’t stop chasing dick.
Emmanuel’s voice came again, still confident and composed. “Would you like to play a game with me?”
I didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah. What kinda game?”
“Would you like to push your luck a little further on the train car?” Emmanuel said.
“Yes.” My answer was fast.
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