I am going to publish a series of true stories that took place in different years during my many journeys in Russia. It is very common and comfortable to commute long distances on overnight trains in separate compartments that have two or (more often) four sleeping berths with clean linen and towels provided by the conductor.
Traditionally, people readily communicate with each other and share different (very often - intimate) stories about their own experiences knowing that it is unlikely they will ever see their fellow travelers again. I met there many hot men, and they not only shared their experience, but were eager to take part in consensual hot MM actions.
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FELLOW TRAVALERS ON TRAINS (Part 1)
By Grayhair99
When I entered my compartment on the train from Moscow to Kharkov (about 750 km south direction) , a middle-aged gray haired man (of my age 50+) was already sitting there, reading his newspaper. We exchanged greetings and I sat down. Within a few minutes, a man about 30 years old joined us, sat on the bench next to the older man, took a deep breath and said:
- Finally I can relax after a crazy day in this town!
During our ensuing conversation it became clear that he had spent a successful day at a furniture exhibition and had finalized an agreement about deliveries to his store in Kursk (about 500 km) to which he was returning. Our new fellow traveler complained that he had not had time to eat and therefore brought along the usual beef snack. Even before the train left, the older man excused himself saying that he wanted to rest on his (upper) berth since he was very tired and he had a difficult day ahead on a business trip.
As soon as the train started to move, the young man placed his food on the table and rather insistently invited me to join him. I agreed on condition that I could make my contribution to the feast. I took out from my bag a bottle, poured some vodka, we clinked glasses, munched on cucumbers and sausage, talked about life and (of course!) about women. (By this time, the man on the upper berth had already fallen asleep and was snoring loudly.)
At a certain point in our conversation my companion became sad and complained that after 6 years of marriage he was completely disenchanted with his wife, had not slept with her for almost a year and was considering divorce. I was very interested in the cause for their quarrels and various details of their married life. He readily shared the information and lamented the lack of intimacy. He said that this is because his work in his business was intense and he complained about not even having time to look for a partner. I continued asking questions moving on to something more pleasant for him - his first sexual encounter, his partners, his preferences and so on. Since the vodka was flowing freely we were both a little tipsy - but especially him.
Since he was going to get off the train before me, we started making up our beds on our berths. He had an upper berth (across from the man who was sleeping) and I my place was below him. I offered him my help to do his linen, and he did not refuse.
After he had taken off his shirt, he lay down on the upper berth and began to take off his pants. Considering his condition after drinking, that was more difficult especially while he was lying down. Again, I offered to help and he accepted my offer without any hesitation. I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the first button and finally pulled down his zipper leaving him only in shorts and socks. He reached out to touch my head and as a sign of gratitude, patted my hair and the side of his head touched my cheek.
Then he took my hand as if to thank me for my trouble and held it for what seemed to me rather longer than the usual handshake. When he released my hand, I caressed his cheek then gradually his chest and lower on his belly. There I made several circular movements and went even lower - over a bulge on his shorts. I quietly squeezed that bulge and then let go. Immediately I felt his palm lying on my hand and slightly pressing against it. This was an obvious signal that what I had done pleased him and that I should continue.
He put his other hand on my head and fondled my hair. Emboldened by his support I moved my hand higher up, lifted up the elastic band of his shorts with one hand and slipped my other hand under his shorts above his thick bush, still limp cock and flexible balls.
The young man sighed deeply and spread his legs apart. Then I tried to take off his shorts, or at least pull them further down his legs. In the compartment there was only the dim light from the emergency lamp but I was able to see and feel with my fingers that the young man's cock had begun to swell and had reached a length of 17-18 cm and width of 10-11 cm.
His beautiful uncut cock, tip partially covered by his foreskin, gently throbbed as my palm grasped it firmly from its tip down to his balls. I continued these movements alternating squeezing and releasing along its perimeter all the while enjoying the feel of its length as well as its thickness. The young man continued fondling my hair and moaned to the accompaniment of the clatter of the train wheels and our neighbor's snoring.
Then he pressed his hand a bit more firmly against the back of my head directing it toward the source of his pleasure. I complied and as soon as my mouth approached his groin, I slowly went down on his cock grasping it firmly with my lips. Going down all the way to its base could only have been possible by relaxing my larynx to enable its complete penetration into my mouth. (Fortunately, irritation of my larynx does not easily induce the urge to gag.)
Pleased by the fact that I was able to receive his complete cock, my partner began to thrust in and out while pressing against the back of my head. Then after a few minutes he suddenly withdrew his cock, bent over and whispered in my ear:
- I also want you, let me come down to your berth.
With my help he came down, and to speed things up even helped me undress. When he saw me naked with a full erection he immediately put me in the 69 position. He grasped my (medium sized - a little smaller than his - LOL) shaft in his palm and greedily went down on it with his mouth. It seems that he had been waiting for that moment all his life - eagerly and insatiably moving his mouth along my cock, moving his head from side to side, sucking it like a vacuum.
From time to time he would take it out of his mouth, look at it attentively, mutter something, again swallow it greedily, and continue the up-down movements along my cock with his mouth.
I also was not passive - again, just as I did a bit earlier, I began to massage his cock with my lips, tongue and throat. I tried to match his rhythm and adjust my pace to his. However, this was not easy to do, first because he was on top of me and hindered my movements. Secondly, matching the rhythm of the train wheels, he was moving his mouth at a crazy pace, as if he was afraid to lose a single second of pleasure from my cock.
My partner's energetic movements forced my whole body to tense up and (without warning) I erupted in his mouth. He felt the hot liquid in his mouth and pushed his mouth all the way down to the base of my cock while patiently receiving the spurts of my sperm.
As soon as I recovered, I remembered his cock in my mouth and continued to pleasure him with every part of my mouth and all my skills to provide satisfaction to this amazing organ. After several intensive manipulations, his body tensed up and volleys of long-pent-up sperm flowed out of his cock. They filled my mouth and began to trickle down the corners of my lips. But it kept on erupting and he thrust his cock all the way deep into my mouth.
Then it was all over. We both released the cocks that had already begun to soften, sat next to each other and smiled. Then he said:
- It is time to go to sleep... I will be getting off the train in 4 hours
I helped him climb up to the upper berth. I also slid under the covers and fell asleep. .
When I woke up at the border of Ukraine, I saw that the berth above me was empty. The grey-haired man was sitting at the table that was still un-cleared after our feast and was drinking tea. He wished me a good morning and said with a mischievous grin on his face:
- It seems you passed the time well with our fellow traveler!
In response, I nodded agreement and returned his cunning smile.
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