For this part of series I added the subtitle "STARLEY" This is an abbreviation in Russian for STARshiy LEYtenant (In English - SENIOR LIEUTENANT) – this term is widespread in the military.
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FELLOW TRAVELERS ON TRAINS (Part 2 - STARLEY)
My fellow travelers and I had already been on the overnight train on the waay from Moscow to Saratov for probably half an hour. The men in my compartment were very sociable — we had all eaten a snack and had imbibed a bit to raise our spirits. A pleasant atmosphere reigned, we shared interesting stories, told a few jokes, laughter resounded — we were all enjoying our free time and the companionship of our relaxed compartment buddies.
A man in military uniform was leaning against the partially open compartment door. Attracted by the merriment he glanced curiously through the partially open door. Since I was sitting closest to the door I noticed his glance and called out to him in welcome
- Hey, officer! Do not be shy, come on in!
My companions echoed me boisterously and literally dragged him into the compartment in order to entertain the defender of the fatherland. The Starley, a man about 32-33 years old, turned out to be very sociable and after a few drinks felt quite comfortable in this already `bonded' group. He was sitting next to me, knees touching, and from time to time, during one of the outbursts of laughter, I slapped his leg.
After a while I got an urge to smoke and asked if anyone would like to join me. The haggard Starley was the only one who followed me into the corridor. It turned out that he did not smoke but only wanted to keep me company. I thanked him but he in turn said he was grateful that I had invited him into our compartment and had given him the opportunity to relax after a stressful day in barracks.
Then he added that even with the short sentences I uttered from time to time in the compartment he noticed my congeniality and wit in the conversation with my companions. I smiled and said that I really enjoy the company of fun-loving men and like to make pleasant comments about my companions and in turn, find out how they feel about me. He then smiled and asked quite directly:
- What do you mean — do you love men?
I was embarassed and said it would be more accurate to call it «lust». He laughed and then asked if I felt that way about him as well. Unabashed, I answered that it would be strange if such an attractive guy (he was 180cm tall with green eyes, nice facial features, thick blond hair) would be an exception. At first he was embarassed but then broke out in a rather sly smile.
When I extinguished my cigarette, he said it was probably time to return to the compartment but first he would like to pee. We went to the toilet together, locked the door, stood next to each other at the toilet, pulled out our hoses and started two streams. Not feeling any embarassment we both directed our gaze toward the source of each other's stream. Each of us held our own hose and when the cascade stopped, as men commonly do, we shook our hanging schlongs several times.
However, the number of these shakes was noticeably greater and our fingers recognized that they were really playing with those same organs, but now they had already taken on another significance, namely, SEXUAL ORGANS. The fingers of each of us were sliding along the shaft pulling the foreskin down and then returning it.
Suddenly my hand involuntarily reached out toward his crotch, removed his fingers and then grasped my neighbor's stiffening cock with my entire palm. He looked directly at me and also stretched out his hands toward my crotch. His goal, however, was different — he first unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and then lowered them and my shorts almost down to my knees.
Starley did the same thing with his riding breeches and shorts so we were both in the same situation — the lower parts of our torsos were naked and each of us was sporting a now completely engorged and slightly pulsating cock. The officer came nearer to me and then squeezed into the rather narrow space between the wall and my back. I felt him clutching me with his hands, placing his pole into my crack and began rhythmical rubbing his shaft between my buns. With one hand he turned my head toward himself, kissed my cheek, and increasing the speed of his movements. He asked me if I had a condom. I responded negatively adding that I never practice passive anal penetration,
This did not stop him. He continued rubbing his cock along the crack between my buns. With one hand he continued holding me around my neck, turning my head toward his cheek while he slid his other hand below my belly, grasped my erect cock and began to massage it with his palm in rhythm with the rubbing of his cock along the cozy crack in my ass.
He increased the pressure of his stomach and hips against my body and his movements became even more energetic. His lips whispered several times how much he liked me and how much he wanted to fuck me, but that he would respect my principles and therefore was enjoying what he was doing right now. I tried to give him additional pleasure by rotating my ass slightly and by squeezing my buns together.
This turned him on even more. He increased the speed of his frottage between my buns as well as the firm movements of his palm grasping my cock. The bristles of his beard were rubbing more tightly against my cheek and then he muttered that he could not continue this much longer without exploding. Then it happened — his cock became tense and began to pour out sperm in spurts between my buns. There was intermittent heavy breathing and a deafening moaning in my ear. His teeth were nibbling my ear lobe and he was sucking it greedily. I felt the slightly viscous cream from his cock drip down my crack Some of it pooled in the hollow of my anus but most of it dribbled down to my balls.
The officer released his iron grip on me, turned me around to face him, sat down on the lid of the toilet and continued massaging my cock. Now his face was in immediate proximity of my cock, which he devoured with his eyes. His palm grasped my cock even more firmly and increased the speed of his movements along its entire length. His head got so close to it that I could feel his hot heavy rapid breathing on the tip of my cock.
My partner was doing this selflessly, with obvious pleasure. From time to time he would raise his head and smile while looking me directly in the eye. He was in a daze and it did not take long for me to reach orgasm. My cock became tense and a stream of sperm shot out of its tip right onto my partner's face. Not expecting that, he recoiled but the subsequent explosions were not as strong so he continued to play with my cock and lovingly squeezed the viscous cream from its opening. Now my sperm covered not only his face but his hand as well. He moved back a bit, stood up and declared:
- Top Notch! Such a wealth of masculine jizm splashing all over me!
After cleaning up with the help of extra tissues, we again rubbed our bristly cheeks together and headed back to our jovial fellow travelers.
It turns out that the officer happened to be in our coach quite by chance but he was very pleased, sincerely thanked all of us in the compartment and finally, already far past midnight, began to say good bye so that he could return to his own coach. After we had one last toast «for the road», each of us embraced him. It seemed to me that he lingered longer and held me tighter when he hugged me than he did for the other men and while he was doing that he whispered in my ear:
- It happened the first time, in first class wagon and was superb (first class) - thanks!
After he left, we all made up our beds and went to sleep.
Under the blanket I slipped my hand between my legs and felt what was left of the sticky liquid. The tips of my fingers wiped it up and bringing them to my lips, I licked the remnants of that nectar. I kept my finger between my lips, sucking it just as if babies enjoy their pacifiers, and almost immediately fell asleep with that pleasant sensation in my mouth.
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