The Train: by Paul D.
Note: this experience is true, and took place before you had to worry about catching something that a shot wouldn't take care of. I am totally into safe sex now, but it doesn't hurt to remember the "good old days."
One of the hottest memories I have of all the sexual encounters I've experienced over the years happened to me on a train going from San Francisco to Los Angeles. The Air Traffic Controllers went on strike while I was on vacation in San Francisco, and the best way I could get home to L.A. was in first class on Amtrak.
Since I knew I had a bed to sleep on the way home, I almost literally partied until time to leave. In fact, I spent the night with someone I had met the night before in a bar, and took a taxi to the bus terminal in the city that would take me across the bay to Oakland where I would board the train. I don't remember the guy, but I do remember that he kept me-and himself-up all night, so I had very little sleep.
My room was on the second level of the train car and I remember walking up the stairs and then down the corridor past the other rooms looking for my number. Almost immediately I noticed a very good-looking guy sitting in his room with the door open. He had noticed me too, in a way made me hope that he might be interested in me too. I mentally filed that information in my mind to check out later.
After the train started I went to the restroom, passing his room slowly and again making eye contact and then moving on. Man, was he ever hot! On my way back I stopped and said hi. He returned the greeting and smiled, and then invited me to take the seat facing him. We shared about ourselves, and I found out he was a university swimming instructor from Nova Scotia, on the east coast of Canada. He had taken the train across Canada and then south from Vancouver, headed to Los Angeles. We talked, feeling each other out, and went together to have lunch in the dinning car.
This man was seriously attractive. The total package exuded masculine strength and sexuality, but in a natural and laid back way without attitude. I was hard most of the way through lunch, thinking about the possibility of making it with him. He was around my height, 5 feet, 11 inches, muscular build but not over built. I had a big hairy chest (still do) and narrow waist. I dreamed of licking him all over, and taking his cock and balls into my mouth. He had dark hair and brilliant blue eyes.
After lunch, we went back to his room and talked some more. I was really sleepy by this time, having had so little sleep the night before. I told him that I had to go back to my room and take a nap, but since I was on the opposite side of the train than him, and that he wouldn't be able to see the ocean from his side when we got below San Luis Obispo on the central coast, that he should come down to my room and we could watch the coast line together. He agreed to do that, and I went to my room and went to sleep.
When I woke up we were still not to the coast yet, so I freshened up and then went to his room to invite him over. He sat in the seat facing mine and we talked some more, continuing to feel each other out for more. After we came to the coast and were enjoying the beautiful scenery for a while, he made the comment that it was a beautiful view. I made the point of looking directly at his bulging crotch and said, yes, it certainly was-and held my breath waiting for his reaction. He was looking at me and then broke into a big smile. My heart almost stopped in anticipation. Could this really be happening?
To answer that question, he got up, closed the door and locked it, and then turned to me with his crotch at my eye level. I reached out and ran my hand over his beautiful chest and down to his crotch and rubbed the bulge, which was getting bigger. I was very hard by this time too. I unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled his 501s open to expose his white Jockey underwear. He helped me take off his jeans and stood there in his white briefs, which were tented from his hard cock, which wanted to stick straight out. I placed my mouth over his cock and tasted his pre-cum on the material. The smell was very masculine, and the wet spot tasted great, with its promise of much more to cum.
I stood up and he started unbuttoning my shirt while kissing me. This man could kiss. His tongue entered my mouth and dueled with mine in our effort to take ownership of each other's mouths. He then opened my belt and opened the studs of my jeans in one jerking motion. I took them off, and we both stood there in our white Jockey's, cock-to- cock, chest-to-chest and tongue-to-tongue. We were both getting really hot and aroused. I have always been turned on by pre-cum, and he was leaking more pre-cum than anyone I had ever been with. I couldn't wait to take his big, hard cock in my mouth. I started licking his nipples and then on down the stomach to the top of his briefs. I went down on my knees to worship this hot man and his hard cock. I slipped my mouth over the bulge and chewed his cock through the fabric, and then slowly slipped them down off his hips, down his legs and off completely.
What hit me in the face was one of the most beautiful cocks I had ever seen, or have seen since. It was about 7 inches long, and was so thick that my fingers didn't meet when I took it in my hand. It also had one of the largest heads I had ever seen, which was slick with the clear fluid leaking all over it. I started to lick the head and the taste of the pre-cum was really turning me on. I love to suck cock, and have always received rave reviews from guys I've gone down on. I started some serious sucking, and he responded with moans and thrusting his hips to slide his big cock further down my throat. As soon as I had it good and slick, I took it all the way down my throat until my nose was in his pubic hair, and held it there. He started moving his hips to let me know that he wanted me to start sucking. No problem. I happily started sucking with as much suction as I could manage, and he started getting louder in his moans and encouraging words. He was getting close and stopped moving, trying not to cum yet.
He reached down and pulled me up to start kissing again, which we did for several minutes. His cock was continuing to leak, and was covering mine with his love juice. We then lay down on the bed in a 69 position and he took my hard cock into his mouth and all the way down. I have 7-1/2 inches, but I'm not as thick as he was. He was also an expert cocksucker, and I was close to the edge very quickly. He backed off, not wanting me to blow my wad yet.
He then turned me over on my stomach and started licking my round ass cheeks. He then moved between my mounds to the rosebud and started licking around that. He almost sent me over the top when his tongue entered my hole and started fucking in and out. He then move up and lay on top of me, rubbing his hard cock between my ass cheeks. Oh man did that ever feel good. I consider myself versatile, but I'm more of a top, and usually the one doing the fucking. This was one time that I was so turned on by this man that I wanted whatever would give him pleasure, knowing full well what that would be. I wanted to be fucked by this man.
He told me how much he wanted to slide his cock into my tight hole, and I told him how much I wanted him inside me. He put some spit on his hand, reached down and worked a finger into my hole. He got more spit for his cock, and when he was slick, he placed the enormous head at my hold and gently applied pressure. The pressure increased until the head popped in, making me gasp with the pain. He held it there a long time, letting me get used to it, and telling me how much he wanted to fill me up. When the pain stopped I pushed back and more of his cock slid in. We both were groaning and saying how good it felt. He kept sliding in until his pubic hair was resting against my ass and I felt the wonderful feeling of being filled up completely by a big hard cock.
He started fucking in and out very slowly, just the way I like, and I pushed back to meet his thrusts. After a while he stopped and pulled out, leaving me feeling empty. He turned me over on my back, lifted my legs to his shoulders, and slid his beautiful cock back into my eager hole. I like this position the best because you can look at the person while fucking in and out. The look of pleasure is a big turn on to me. He then leaned down and started kissing me hot and heavy, while continuing to thrust in and out. He picked up the speed and about all I could do was hang on and enjoy the fantastic ride. This was a total sensory experience of visual, body and emotion, and I never wanted it to stop.
Too soon he started giving indication that he was about to go over the top. I started telling him how much I wanted him to fill me up with his hot cum, and he responded with harder and faster thrusts into my ass. I grabbed my cock and started pumping and came almost immediately, shooting past my head and into my face, in the most intense orgasm I had ever had. My ass contracting with my Cumming sent him over the top and he blasted the insides of my ass, pushing as hard as he could against me and forcing my head against the wall. We both came and came, and wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over us. All through this we were looking into each other's eyes, and it felt as if we had become one person. We lay there panting and holding onto each other for a long time, neither one of us in a hurry to end the connection. The clickety clack of the train on the rails, and the swaying motion was very soothing, and we both fell asleep for a while.
We woke up glued to each other, and both with erections again. I couldn't believe I was hard again so soon, but I was still turned on by this amazing man. We started kissing again, and grinding our cocks into each other. He then rolled me on top of him and raised his legs with an invitation for me to fuck him. I didn't need a second invitation, and put spit on his hole and then on my cock and slid into his warm, wet hole. Oh what a glorious feeling to have your cock in the inviting hole of such as hot man. I started a long and slow fucking, with him telling me how good it felt and how much he wanted to be filled up with my hot cum. He hadn't touched his cock, but it was hard and leaking pre-cum again. I put some spit on my hand and took his big thick cock and started jacking it in rhythm with my thrusts into his ass. That really got him turned on and he started shaking all over and panting for breath. Watching him so turned on sent me over the top and I started pumping hot cum into his tight ass. Almost at the same time he began to shoot onto his chest. The intense pleasure of the orgasm took me by surprise, having just cum so wonderfully just an hour before. I could tell that it was the same for him as we looked into each other's eyes and felt like one person. This connection was more than just the usual animal lust, although that was certainly there too. That's probably why neither of us was in a hurry to leave the other as in most brief encounters like this; and why I still remember the time with him so intensely even now, that I'm hard while I'm writing this.
After we lay in each other's arms for a while, we slowly became aware of our surroundings and looked out the window to see that we were stopped in Santa Barbara. We got up and did the best we could to clean ourselves up and put our clothes back on. We left the room and went to the end of the car to the restroom, and washed each other off. We then went back to his room, since mine smelled like cum, and rode the rest of the way to L.A. looking into each other's eyes and sharing about what had just happened.
I invited him to come to my place in North Hollywood when we got in to L.A., but he said he had a friend picking him up and couldn't, although he wanted to. I gave him my address and phone number, but never heard from him, and have always wondered where he is, if he's happy, and if he ever thinks about that wonderful day on the train. I sure hope so.
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