Sex On The Train

This was a new experience for me. I been on trains before, of course, but never for trips longer than a few hours. I would be on this train for a full four days before getting off, and it promised to be quite an adventure.

I found my cabin quite easily and discovered the porter had already delivered my bags there. The train wasn't due to leave for half an hour so I decided to explore the train.

As I opened the door I felt it bang against something. Looking behind it, I found I had just knocked the head of a red-headed lad who was walking down the corridor.

"I'm sorry," I said to him as he rubbed his head.

"It's alright," he replied with a cultured English accent. "I should look more carefully where I'm going. It seems we are to be neighbours for this trip. My name is Gareth." He held out his hand to me.

I shook his hand, replying, "Your cabin is next door? I'm Harry. I was just going to have a look around, to find out where the dining car is."

"I've just come from a wander around the place, but the porter asked me to wait in my cabin until the train was underway."

"Oh, I see. Well there's no point in aggravating the porter before we even start this trip, so we might as well wait. Would you like to come in my cabin?"

Gareth was agreeable, so we re-entered my room. I began looking through my luggage to find a few bottles I had stowed away.

"Would you like a drink?" I asked him. "I have some beer that shouldn't be too warm."

"Yes, please. That is precisely what I was hunting for when the porter demanded my absence."

I handed him a beer and said, "If you'll pardon my ungentlemanly question, How old are you?"

He looked up sheepishly and replied, "Eighteen, actually. Should I return the beer?"

I laughed. "No, eighteen is close enough, as long as you don't turn me in for contributing to the delinquency of a minor."

"Not bloody likely!"

We discussed our various reasons for the trip we were taking, and it turned out that he was on his way to meet his parents in New York to take a ship across the Atlantic to his native England. His folks, he told me, were paranoically afraid of airplanes, and wouldn't even allow him to fly because of their fear.

Soon after our second beer was finished, the train started moving. It was already 5:00 PM, and we both were in the first sitting for dinner, so we searched for the dining car.

I was surprised to find that most of the people in the car were dressed up. Gareth and I were hardly out of place in our cords and shirts, but if I had been wearing my more usual casual wear, I would have felt uncomfortable.

After dinner, we were both pretty tired, so each went to his own cabin for the night. I undressed and lay on the tiny bed in the room and soon the rhythm of the train beating on the tracks had lulled me to sleep.

I dreamt that I was standing in a room where two men were leaning against opposite walls, totally naked. The man on my right was a dark haired, swarthy type, with his hand wrapped around his enormous stiff cock, beating it regularly and rhythmically. The man opposite him was a blond, hairy jock with a thick short dick that he was stroking in counterpoint to his opposite. Beat-beat, beat-beat. I felt a burning in my crotch. As I looked down, my penis had grown to twice its size, the head throbbing visibly with each beat of my heart. Throb-throb, throb- throb. Reflexively I grabbed it, pumping my arm up and down. The others with me were staring at each other's hands as they worked their respective meat. They started to moan quietly as the three of us stood there, me staring at them, them staring at each other, all of us massaging pleasure into our cocks.

We jerked in sequence, first the dark haired man, then the jock, then me. Beat-beat-beat, beat-beat-beat. All of a sudden, both of them screamed at the top of their voices, and gallons of come spewed out of their organs, splashing each other with hot jism.

I sat up in bed with the train whistle shrill in my ears. After it subsided, I could hear my heart pounding in time with the train wheels running over the tracks. I could easily explain away the dream form the sounds I heard, and my cock, while not as big as I dreamed it was, was rock hard and itching for relief.

I stood up and was leaning against the wall opposite my bed, gently stroking my bulging salami when I thought I heard the moaning of my dream jerkers. I froze and listened, and realized that the sound was coming through the wall I was leaning against! I could hear Gareth moaning in his room as he engaged in the best form of sex you can have on your own.

Through the moaning I could hear the machine gun fire rapidity of Gareth's hand against his crotch as he ground pleasure out of his cock.

"Suck on it man," I heard him whisper. "Eat it baby."

I imagined what he looked like, lying on his bed, thinking he was completely private. My cock jumped and I nearly came as the thrill of the secret eavesdropping ran through my body and my hand stretched the skin of my dick over my head.

"Take it all in." Gareth whispered to himself and with a final grunt the sounds stopped.

I could feel the build up in my own crotch, and a few strokes later, the juices released and spewed onto the floor. I fell onto my knees and a second round of cum ejected itself in front of me.

I met Gareth the next day at breakfast. He asked me if I slept well.

"I found the rhythmic pounding quite soothing." I said, grinning.

Gareth looked surprised and a little worried, but was admitting nothing. "I slept deeply after a little exercise" he said guardedly. "There isn't much room in those cabins."

Later that day, after dinner, we decided to play a game of Scrabble. I stopped by the rest room in the dining car and Gareth went on ahead to change. I had made it to my room and was in my underwear searching for a pair of shorts and a T-shirt when Gareth knocked on the door. I grinned and stroked my groin to get the blood flowing.

"Come in, it's open." I yelled.

Gareth opened the door and saw me in semi-dishabille. "I'm sorry," he said, "I thought you said to come in."

"It's alright," I replied, pulling on the shirt I had just found. "Why don't you get out the Scrabble game while I find some clothes. It's under the table here."

I could see that he was trying not to be seen looking at the bulge in my Y-fronts caused by my semi-hard phallus, which is why I had offered him the chance to get a good look while he was under the table I was standing in front of.

On his hands and knees under me, I caught a glimpse of the top of his buttocks as his silky green jogging shorts rode down his hips.

I slipped into my shorts as he stood up with the game in his hands. The suitcase was taken off the table and we re-arranged the room so that the chair was across the table from the bed. It was a tight squeeze but we managed.

"You were right when you said these were small." I commented, sitting on the chair as he sat on the bed. "It might get pretty close in here."

We chose our letters to see who went first and I came up with an 'e' while Gareth had a 'g'. After pulling our letters I was surprised to find my first word spelt out in front of me.

"That was easy," I said placing the word 'EXCITE' on the board. "A quick 32 points."

"I see this isn't going to be easy," said Gareth. After a couple of minutes he came up with 'EAGER'.

"I sure hope you are!" I thought to myself. I looked over at him intently studying his letters. I could feel the heat in my groin building as I watched him. Turning my attention to my letters, I found the very thing I was looking for.

"Now here's a good word." I said, spelling out 'ORGASM'.

Gareth blushed slightly, adding fuel to the fire of my lust. He looked up from his letters just as I was trying to casually move my ever-hardening dick into a more comfortable position. Quickly, he looked back down.

"Hah! I've got you now. This will bring me up to 58 points against your 44." I watched as he put down the word 'SQUEEZE'.

I was beginning to think I might win after all, even if he did end up with a higher score. As I stared at my tiles, he stared at the obvious bulge in my shorts. I tried to boost his desire as well as my score.

"'ONANISM'?" he asked. "What is that?"

"It's a biblical term for masturbation. I thought you might be acquainted with the concept if not the word."

He giggled nervously, leaning forward on the bed to conceal his own excitement. He kept looking up at my crotch, down to his own, and even occasionally at his letters.

After a few minutes I asked him if he wanted help.

"No," he said, "I have a word, it's just not worth much." He put his A, U, and S around the N of my last word.

"Better watch out," I said, "you're only beating me by one point. This might give you a chance though."

I put my word on the board, opening up a triple word score. "I know its dangerous but I couldn't resist putting my 'PENIS' against your 'ANUS'"

He coughed a nervous cough, and quickly put down his next word. "'PUCKER'" he told me. "The blank is a 'C'" He put the bag of letters in his lap and search somewhat overzealously for more letters, digging in deep.

I had my word ready. I placed 'CARNAL' on the board, watching Gareth as he looked at it, my cock, which was threatening to tear my pants, and back to the word again. I could tell he was a little apprehensive about the situation.

He had totally lost his concentration. His hand kept gravitating to his groin to give himself a quick rub under the guise of a scratch, and he could hardly keep his eyes off of my dick.

I offered my help again, but he turned it down. "I know there's something out there for me if I just do the right thing."

"I wouldn't worry about it," I told him. "I'm a pretty easy- going guy." He relaxed. "Besides, you're already ten points ahead of me and you're one word behind." He looked at me totally confused for a second, then remembered the game. He looked at his tiles.

"I've got it!" he yelled. "My word is 'RANDY'! That brings me to 111." He seemed pretty pleased with himself.

I laid out my word immediately. "The 7 points for 'YEARN' brings me to 92. I'm not so far behind."

Again I waited as he glanced around at my dick, his letters, his dick, the board. For the third time I offered my help.

"I guess so." he replied. I moved over beside him on the bed. His letters were laid out alphabetically; 'CEINORT'.

I saw the word immediately. I placed my hand on the inside of his thigh. "Its been staring you in the face for some time now." I told him. "Sitting in your lap for quite a while." Gently my hand moved up his leg, pushing the satin shorts up higher. "Do you see it yet?"

He placed his hand on the tube in my shorts. "I seem to be having some difficulty concentrating." he said.

"Maybe we should postpone the game. You look a little flushed. Are you hot?"

He was definitely hot. I slipped my arms under his shirt and pulled it over his head, gliding my hands down his torso when it was off. They came to rest on his waistband. He looked up at me as I tugged on it.

I smiled and grabbed at his buns as I pulled his shorts down. He was naked underneath, and as his hard-on was released from confinement, his unadulterated foreskin rolled slowly back to expose the head.

"That is beautiful," I told him as I grasped him at the base of his pillar and stroked him upward. A quick intake of breath from Gareth was all the warning I had before I felt the convulsion in my hand and his hot juice shot out over his leg.

"My, you don't waste any time!" I marvelled.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I'm not really used to this type of thing."

I reassured him and scooped his essence onto my fingers, touching the tip of my tongue to the fluid. Kneeling in front of him, I gently spread his thickening semen over his lips, and then began licking them, finally pressing my lips to his, our tongues wrapped around each other, with the salty musty taste of his cum permeating our mouths.

I broke off our embrace, and as he leaned back I moved my head downward to suck on his firm pecs, titillating his erecting nipples with my tongue. As I glided further down his torso, towards the shaft that had never really lost its vigour, he massaged my neck and spread his legs to give me clear access to his six inch long phallus which had retreated into the protection of his foreskin.

I took the head in my mouth and slipped my tongue between the sensitive nerve endings of the tip and the semen smeared foreskin. I could feel the blood pumping in him as his dick sprang to life in my mouth.

His legs wrapped around me and he kicked off his shoes. Moving his legs in front of me again he brought his foot around to my groin and gently stroked my hard-on through my shorts with the ball of his bare foot.

I pulled my mouth off his cock and stood up to drop my shorts. He knelt down in front of me and pulled at my shorts, and with a little assistance, had soon freed my aching boner from its constriction. With deliberate delicateness, he traced rings around my circumcision scar with his index finger.

Having forgotten my mission at the Pillar of Flesh, I groaned with pleasure and lay down. He kelt beside me, his buttocks almost in my face and his practised hands stroked jolts of electric desire into my cock.

The tempo of his ministrations increased and my breath became short as I felt the tensions building. I turned my head and licked at the indentation of his tensed ass-cheeks. He got the idea and moved over me so his balls were resting on my chin. I lifted my head up licked between his his legs, stretching to get my tongue between his cheeks.

His hand still squeezing the shaft of my cock, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, sliding it slowly over the slit of my cockhead, which glistened with pre-cum.

I lay my head back down on the floor, and he shifted again, moving his knees back and pointing his cock down towards my face. I reached up with one hand to stroke his butt and took his cock in the other guiding it into my mouth. I slid back his foreskin and licked the hot purple ball of his head.

He was still pumping me and with the other hand he began to play with my scrotum, lightly stretching the skin and hefting my balls in his hand, squeezing one, then the other, all the time stroking my cock firmly in his hand.

I could feel the onset of orgasm as I sucked with all my might, pulling him into my mouth. The slight tickling at the base of my cock was changing into an inexorable pressure. I tried to relax and prolong the pleasure, but his insistent massaging was electrifying my whole body. I couldn't take it any more and gave in.

A spasm racked my body and I choked on his rod as I felt the juices of my orgasm splash my chest. With renewed energy I sucked on his magnificent prick, and as a second wave of orgasmic contractions shook my groin, he cried out and the familiar taste of his rich jism filled my mouth. He lost his grip on my still- spurting member so I took over where he left off, fucking my hand while he let out a long low moan, punctuated by gasps as more of his tart, viscous sperm pumped into my mouth and I swallowed it.

We got up off the floor and lay down together on the tiny bed, arms and legs entwined. We didn't talk much, and he soon fell asleep. After a while, with the caress of his warm breath on my face, I dozed off.

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