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The train was making slow progress through the forested countryside. It had been a hot day and people had put down the windows to draw in as much air as possible. Now that the evening was approaching, there was a slight chill and it was not unpleasant. The family of peasants who had been sharing the compartment had got out at the last station. I finally had some peace and quiet and I kind of hoped that it would stay that way.
I decided to go out into the corridor to see if the toilet at the end of the carriage was vacant. There were quite a lot of people standing out in the corridor, chatting or watching the scenery roll by. I had to squeeze past a group of young soldiers, and I couldn't help noticing that one of them had a magnificent arse. He must have been well aware of the fact, because he kept one foot up on his kit bag, in such a way that his strong round butt was shown to its best advantage. He was joking around with the other young guys and was smoking a cigarette and, as I approached, he half looked at me and twisted himself slightly, so that I could pass more easily.
On the way back from the toilet I saw that the soldiers were still standing there, and the guy who had been showing off his arse was still there too, with his foot still up on his kit bag. His thighs were strong and muscular. His neck was thick and his hair closely cropped and dark. His whole body looked stocky and strong, and that full, male bubble butt was hard not to stare at. As I approached this time he seemed to half look with a certain interest, and took a drag on his cigarette, while his friends carried on laughing and talking.This time he didn't draw himself in, and as I passed, I felt myself brush against his big firm arse. As I got back level with my compartment I stayed in the corridor, pretending to look at the villages speeding by, but really wanting to get another good look at the soldier still standing with his friends. I looked back and saw that he seemed to be looking up towards me. He said something to the soldier standing closest to him, a young sandy haired guy, and I looked away, afraid that my interest had been noticed and that it could lead to trouble. After a few minutes I couldn't resist the temptation any longer and I looked again. The soldier was no longer looking in my direction.He had his back to me and was standing with his feet wide apart, joking and laughing with his friends. He had both hands deep in his pockets, so that his khaki army trousers were stretched tight around his butt, hugging the contours of his arse cheeks. I was able to feast my eyes on him for a few minutes, but then I saw that some of the soldiers were putting out their cigarettes, and that they were about to move back along the corridor towards me. I opened the door of my compartment and went in, but as I turned to close the door, they began passing me, and the young soldier, whose arse I had been so admiring, stared hard at me for an instant as he went by.
It was getting dark, and the old fashioned lamps in the compartment had now come on. The yellowish light they gave was enough to read by, and when the carriages swayed too much, the lights would flicker. I read for twenty minutes or so, but then there was a sudden jolt, the train came to a halt and the lights went out completely. There was a sort of hush in which you could hear muffled voices from the neighbouring compartments. There were footsteps outside. The crunch of flint and gravel underfoot. I waited for us to start moving again and, as I did so, I heard the door of my compartment slide open softly. In the dark somebody quietly had come in and had closed the door behind them.
When the lights came on I found myself looking at the broad unshaven face of the soldier whose arse I'd been eyeing in the corridor. He was now sitting opposite me, looking straight at me with a slight smile on his face. He pushed his army cap back off his forehead to the back of his head, said something in Romanian, which I didn't understand of course,and then, putting a hand on his crotch he said two words in English:
"You pay?"
I didn't need to be asked a second time. This hunk of a man was making himself available to me. He knew I wanted him and I knew I'd always regret it if I didn't seize this opportunity. Reaching into my pocket I took out a $100 bill, and he nodded. He took out a packet of Romanian cigarettes and offered me one. I accepted and he took one too. After a few puffs he stood up and moved across to me, allowing me to run my hands over his thighs and firm masculine butt. His uniform smelt of tobacco and sweat. Warm musky smells. Smells that I liked. I could feel the strength of his young muscular body, and I began to tremble slightly. He just smiled and leaned across me, locking the door so that we would not be disturbed. Already he was unbuckling the belt of his army trousers, revealing a fat uncut cock which grew as I took it in my hand. A thick mass of dark hair surrounded his heavy sweaty balls which I then cupped in my other hand, I sniffed at his hairy balls and he seemed to moan a little, and then I began to suck his wondrous dick that was growing bigger and bigger in my mouth. It reached the point at which I was afraid of gagging, so I moved back down to his balls and began to lick those instead. Again the soldier began to moan, and,drawing back from me, he signaled that he wanted to take his trousers and boots off. In fact he put his boots back on again right away, and I slipped back down on to my knees, ready to start again on his cock and balls. Although his cock was rock hard, he seemed to prefer me licking his balls and, as I did so, he sank back on to the bench opposite and lifted his legs, so that I could get to the base of his bollocks. My nose was getting close to his arse, which was of course what I really wanted. I was getting the feeling that maybe this was what he was wanting as well. I put my hands under his legs and lifted them so that I was looking straight into his arse hole. The crack was deep and hairy. I could smell his pungent arse. I could even smell his shit. I plunged my tongue into his tasty arse trench and again he began to moan. I licked the whole length of the crack, teasing his sweaty hole with the tip of my tongue. For a long time I moved my mouth backwards and forwards between his arse and balls, and, as I did so, I played with my cock. He started wanking his own dick as well.
I wanted to see him naked.I wanted to get a really good look at that arse I had been admiring back out there in the corridor, and, signaling that we should take a little break and change position, I managed to get him to remove his shirt and army singlet. While he did so I discarded the rest of my own clothes, and we stood for a while, looking at each other, each with a hand on the luggage rack to steady ourselves, our other hands on our cocks. Now I could really see how stocky he was. Not lean, but certainly not fat either. His shoulders and arms were powerful for a man in his early twenties. His chest and his belly were covered with dark hair. His eyes were dark and so was his skin. Real Southern European. I signaled that I wanted him to turn round, so I could get a good look at that beefy arse of his. He laughed but then complied. A real man's arse, virile, very firm and round. The crack between his meaty glutes was dark, deep and inviting. Hairy as well. He spread his feet apart and, sensing my admiration, he flexed his buttocks a couple of times. Then he just stood there, allowing me to kneel in adoration. He stood and waited for me to approach his arse and worship it with my tongue. As I began to lick more fervently, he backed on to me, forcing my head against the carriage seat, and allowing me to sink my tongue deep into his shit hole.As I delved deeper and deeper, I could feel his growing excitement. I licked and sniffed as he wanked in ecstasy and rubbed his big sweaty butt up and down my face. The more I smelt and tasted his shit, the more he was shouting out things in Romanian. I can only guess at some of what he might have been saying, but I know that he was getting off on what I was doing to him.. He allowed me to spread his beefy arse cheeks and blow hot air up into him. He gasped at first and then let out a huge sigh of pleasure, still holding on with one hand to the luggage rack. He farted loudly and once again I plunged my tongue into his smelly shit hole. With a cry he pushed back hard against my face, as if begging me to do it again. Once more I blew air into his arse hole, and as he farted several times into my face, I inhaled loudly and greedily, making it clearer than ever that I wanted to be his total arse slave, and that at that moment nothing more mattered to me than the taste and the smell of his shitty hole. He moaned even more, grinding his butt even more heavily over my face and forcing me down on to the carriage floor, making me eat his stinking butt. This guy had been travelling for God knows how long in a hot overcrowded railway carriage. His bum hole really stank and I was in pig heaven. After a good few minutes of serious arse eating and induced farting, I brought a hand up to his huge hairy balls. His wanking by now was frenzied, and as I squeezed his balls he let out a low, gruff sort of bellow. He shuddered and I felt his load shoot out over my legs and belly. With a face full of his delicious stench I felt my own juice welling up inside me, and plunging my nose even deeper into his sweaty odorous arse crack, I had the biggest fucking orgasm I had ever known. My whole body seemed to go into spasm, and involuntarily, simultaneously, I let out a huge fucking fart of my own.
Suddenly I was aware of the train again. The soldier had got to his feet, was getting back into his trousers and re-buckling his belt. He patted his back pocket, making sure, I guess, that the $100 bill was still there.
"Buna" he said with a smile, helping me back up to my feet.. I placed my hands once last time over his butt, enjoying the feel of those arse cakes through the rough army material. He gave me a friendly pat on the shoulder, put his army cap back on, and stuck his head out of the compartment, looking right and left to make sure the coast was clear. With one last grin he stepped out into the corridor. I watched him as he made his way towards the next carriage. I wanted to remember the shape of his muscular arse in those tight army slacks, and I wanted to remember the strong pungent taste of those man farts. The train carried on through the night, and I remained alone in the compartment, wondering if I would see him leaving the train at Bucharest.
I did see him momentarily, laughing with the other soldiers, arranging their kit bags on the station platform. He looked up and saw me, but gave no sign of recognition.
I made my way to the station exit and out into the city.