Train Travel

The had not had a vacation for several years now, and it was time. They decided to travel by luxury train in Europe, across the big continent for several weeks, relaxing and with their first class euro-rail pass they could spend time in any city with a train station. As the first stop, they flew to London, then made the famous orient express from Waterloo station. As the train pulled out on track no. 3, the two jumped aboard just as the conductor waved the lantern for "all aboard."

Their tickets called for a small roomette with two beds, an upper and a lower, with no wash stand. The bathroom was at the end of the car. Further along the train was the club car, the dining car, and the observation car. These they could enjoy as they sped across the landscape. They sat on the lower bed talking, making plans for the next few days and where to stop. Both were excited, as two young children, to be alone together on a well earned holiday.

The knock on the door was the porter with the bags that had been checked at the station, his name tag said Henry. He looked around and then said, "This is going to be a tight squeeze for two big fellows like yourselves."

They said nothing in return, but just grinned in agreement. Henry threw the bags on the upper berth, accepted the tip, and left, sliding the door closed behind him. The two men laughed out loud.

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They signed up for the second dinner service at 7:30 that night and walked to the club car. As they were returning to their roomette, Henry, the porter, stopped them "there was a larger compartment available in the next car if they would like." He could move the bags over while they dinned, and also turn down the bed. The men agreed to the new stateroom, but were surprised at the word "bed." Well, maybe they had misunderstood the British accent and Henry had in fact said 'beds." Even if there were two beds in the room, they would use only one, as they had always done at home.

The second setting bell rang for dinner and at 7:30 they went into the dining car. Both men ordered poached salmon, which was done to perfection. The accompanying vegetables were fresh peas and baked potato, followed by a bowl of Italian ice cream, a cup of espresso with a frothy cream colored top. With typically British reserve, not one of the other dinners at the table spoke a word to the two Americans during the entire meal. Outside the carriage windows, there was only the blackness of the night. With no one to talk to, and nothing to see, there was no option but to make it an early night.

Henry was waiting for them. They walked to the new carriage and the porter showed them the new stateroom. It was in the "Calais coach", the very best on the orient express.

Walls of warm mahogany woods, dark green leather trimmings with brass studs, cream colored silk shades on the small wall lamps, cut glass crystal glasses near the small sink, ice in the silver bucket that was embossed with the "Calais coach" coat of arms. The big double bed was turned down, sheets crisp, clean, white as snow. The blankets, warm and fluffy, all matched the decor of the suite on wheels. It was all first class luxury, British style. They thanked Henry and closed the wood door. Smiling, they fell into each others arms and onto the bed, kissing passionately. Happy with their new world that would be theirs for the next few days.

Typically for Britain, there was no shower available in the train suite, for all the luxury surrounding them. They stripped and tried to splash water on their bodies from the corner washbasin. It was virtually impossible, and noticed to their horror, that a pool of water had collected around their feet. Mack reached for the large fluffy towel and began to give his lover a vigorous rub-down, ignoring the others happy protests. He finished by matter-of-factly drying around his lovers crotch. Naturally, both started to get hard-ons.

David's cock was thick and rumpled with extra skin. The size was impressive because the body it dominated was comparatively well build for his size. Fully naked, he was impressively muscled, his skin had a golden glow, from both the sun and the rub down moments before. He was enjoying the interest in his body, and with slow deliberateness began to play with his balls and cock. With excruciating slowness he pulled his foreskin back to reveal the bright crimson of his cock-head... sleek, satiny, moist.

The hardening uncut prick was calling to the other man, as his own began to grow harder. Mack steeped forward and let his hands glide possessively over the compact strength of the smaller man. His lips fastened on his lovers tits, provoking them into steely knots. His arms slowly wrapper around the others neck, as hands reached around him to cup his round, firm buns. They pulled into an embrace and swayed together, with the motion of the speeding train. Their legs balancing against the rhythm of the train as it thundered through the night. Mack felt the others cock grow rigid against the muscles of his upper belly.

"FUCK ME, FUCK ME, make love to me now." David's voice was muffled because his face was buried in the others chest. As mack found the lubricant, david made a satisfied little noise and said, "I love you so much, and I need you even more."

Mack's touch was stimulating and sensual, and he could see tiny drops of pre-cum on the tip of his lovers dick, giving the other more pleasure. David backed up to the edge of the big bed, and sat down. With a practiced flip, he swung his legs up in a v-shape, anchoring himself by pressing with his feet against the wall. Thus the trio of delights were lined up for his lovers inspection: the rose of his asshole, the heavy ball sack, and a rocket-like prick garlanded with its extra rolls of foreskin.

No urging was needed to fill up the waiting love tunnel. After smearing extra lubrication on his dick, mack kneeled down by his lover. "here" he said as he tossed two pillows to the other man "those should bring you up to the correct height, and you'll be a damned more comfortable." With mack's cock head perfectly aligned with the waiting asshole, he shoved right in, and there was an immediate tightening of the sphincter around his shaft. Both men moaned with pleasure as if it was the first time they had enjoyed each others bodies.

Moving in and out with increasing rapidity, burying his shaft to the hilt, relishing the noise as his balls slapped against his lovers ass cheeks. His body was on fire from his cock outward. It was an incredibly exciting feeling.

"Jerk me off as well" david moaned, "go on, jerk me off. I want to see myself cum." And his lover was eager to oblige. Under mack's pumping fist, the thick tool became even thicker, moved more veiny. The glistening cockhead that emerged from the folds on moving foreskin was becoming redder and more lustrous with each stroke. Tiny spurts of pre-cum sparkled between the lips of the gaping piss-slit.

Their breathing became harsh and strained. They were in the final stretch. It would be mere seconds before they shot loads in and on each other. With motions that matched the trains thundering rush, they climaxed in unison, again, again and again until they were drained of all love juice. Happily they cuddled and pulling a sheet over themselves, dozed for a while. They got up once to wash and to collapsed back into each others arms for a bliss filled nights sleep. Satisfied beyond all desire, as only the two lovers could. The years together had not dimmed their need for one another.

The train sped on, the days filled with the wonders, sights and people of europe. Places on their many stops read like an old world adventure - paris, basil, zurich, vienna, budapest, belgrade, bucharest, and istanbul. They remained in the "calais coach" most of the way, enjoying its luxury and themselves to the fullest. Only once did the men have to give up their suite, and then they did not mind.

The count and countess zerkowski, newly married and on honeymoon, required the big suite. The two couples became friends during the trip across the European heartland. The two men were invited to the large country estate of the count, called "altamount." There they spent more than a week exploring the forests, the many small villages, and historical sights, a wine festival on the estate, featuring the counts excellent vintage.

The two lovers became tipsy with a bottle the countess had given them to take on their excursion to the lake. A series of musical concerts filled the nights, but the place they returned to was the small lake in the woods. There, large white swans had nested, swimming gracefully over the water, calling to their young.

Regretfully, they said good-bye to the newly married count and countess, hoping they too, would find life together as wonderful as the two men had. They boarded the orient express for the last stop - istanbul and the flight home.

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