I couldn't believe our good luck. We'd found a four-star hotel in Andorra for only 68 Euros per night (plus tax, of course). It was mid-October, but that's an amazing rate anywhere anytime of the year. We had a car to turn in at the Perpignan train station by noon. We left Andorra at 8:30 a.m., but the winding road and moderate traffic turned a two hour trip into a three hour trip. Our train (which stopped at every little town between Perpignan and Barcelona) left shortly before 2 p.m. for Barcelona. Well, it didn't exactly go to Barcelona. The French train terminated at the border town, Port Bou (called Portbou by the Spanish) at 2:40 p.m. where we caught the Spanish train at 4:20 p.m. There was a later more direct train, but it didn't arrive in Barcelona until nearly 10 p.m. That was too late. As it was, the "milk run" didn't get us into Barcelona until nearly seven.
When the ancient schedule board updated to tell us the track our train would be on (there were only three to choose from), we dragged our luggage down the steps to go under the tracks to get to Track B. When we emerged on to the platform, we stopped near a pillar holding up the roof over the station and this section of the tracks. We leaned against the pillar catching our breath from the exertion of dragging our wheeled luggage down one flight of steps and up another. The luggage was more clumsy than heavy.
Leaning against the next pillar, a nice-looking guy smiled at us. He was about 30 years old and had hairy arms and heavy five o'clock shadow. His muscular body and stance sent a jolt directly to my dick. I do have a thing for hairy men. To be fair, I have a thing for HOT men! And this guy was near the top of that list. I nudged my boyfriend of six years, Steve. "Check that guy out," I whispered with my back turned toward the hairy stud.
Steve glanced over my shoulder and smiled. "He's playing with his dick," he giggled. "Somewhat surreptitiously, but bold nonetheless." I glanced over my shoulder. "And it's getting much bigger."
I looked again and got a big smile out of the stranger. I nodded politely, but didn't do or say anything more. Steve and I continued to check the guy out, but made no move to do more. But, I did notice that we'd both sprouted massive boners. He noticed, too.
Our train arrived on time. We hauled our luggage up the two steps into the train, stashed it on the shelving at the end of the car and took the first seats. Our dick-playing friend sat in the double seat next to us across the aisle. Four other passengers went to the other end of the car. At the middle of the railcar, the seating arrangement changes, so that seats in the other half of the car face toward us. However, the seatbacks were tall.
Our new friend (as he smiled at us so much) leaned back against the window as the train slowly pulled away from the station. His hand continued to caress his thick dick within his cotton pants. Steve and I smiled at him, again. I licked my lips (couldn't help it!). He grinned broadly and unzipped his pants, hauling out one of the thickest, juiciest dicks I've ever seen. Even Steve's monstrous horsedick appreciated how big around this guy's trouser snake was. When the guy skinned back his foreskin, the big, pink, dripping head and gaping piss slit made my mouth water.
I looked over at Steve and saw him playing with his own, cloth-captured dick. I squeezed the length of my dick and watched the guy's eyes bulge and his head nod encouragingly. I checked over my shoulder to see if anyone was standing in the vestibule between the cars. Emboldened by the lack of other eyes, I unbuttoned my 501's and hauled out my 10" black dick. Steve instantly followed suit. I leaned toward Steve and stroked his 9.5" massive and dark prong with my right hand. My left hand pushed my underwear out of the way and demonstrated just how long 10" of black meat looks.
The guy nearly swooned with lust.
The three horned up men jacked themselves slowly, prolonging the delicious agony of wanting to do more, but not able to do anything in such a public place. After a few minutes, the train slowed for the first stop in our "milk run" to Port Bou. We put away our manhoods with difficulty, leaving huge lumps in our pants that anyone walking by could see. But, no one did.
People got out of and into the other four cars. As we pulled out of the first station, he rose and walked two stops over to us, standing in front of me, leaning against the back of the seat in front of us. We tried several languages, finding French and English not particularly satisfying and finally settling on Spanish. Steve's French was pretty good, but it left me out of the conversation, but my high school Spanish hadn't deserted me.
His name was Michel. He had a boyfriend in Paris for the last five years and was visiting his family who lived in the first little town after Port Bou in Spain. He found out that we were from the U.S. and that we lived in England now (but only for three years until Steve's assignment with his company ended). He also figured out that we'd been boyfriends for six years and that we loved to play around with other men.
I patted his ass and told him his butt was really hot (muy caliente). He smiled and told me that mine was, too. Steve laughed. "Ty, the man wants a shot at your ass with that thick ass stretcher of his."
"I think he wants to get fucked by both of us," I rejoined. "Notice how he keeps checkin' out our dicks and has copped more than one feel?" I asked Michel if he liked to get fucked. He certainly knew that English phrase.
"Oui!" he nearly squealed. "My boyfriend and I fuck both," he said in his fractured English. Steve nodded and told him in French that he and I fuck each other every day and loved it. I pantomimed my interest in his ass by pointing to my hard bulge and then to his ass. Again, he nodded vigorously and squeezed my dick. "Y tu (you too)?" he asked of Steve. Steve laughed and nodded. "Port Bou?" Michel suggested.
We grinned and he sat back in his seat. I leaned over and motioned again that I wanted to fuck his ass. Once more he nodded. I again pantomimed that Steve and I fucked each other. Once more, he grinned and nodded. This time though, I added, "No condoms." He looked at me a little perplexed. Steve translated and Michel understood my crudely graphic suggestion that I wanted to bareback with him. He thought for an instant and then gave that famous French shrug. Steve translated his response, but I already knew that Michel had agreed.
We paused at more stations (never more than 30 seconds), letting more people on and off. At the designated time, we arrived at the border. With the European Union, there were no border guards, immigration or customs to deal with. However, no one had checked our tickets. They were doing that now. After we wrestled our luggage off the train, I realized I'd put my passport into my luggage. I squatted over the suitcase, rummaging around in it trying to find the document. By the time I did find it, the ticket checkers weren't interested in us anymore and walked away. Steve laughed and helped me close up the suitcase again. "Well, you needed it anyway," he giggled.
Michel had gone on ahead and checked the train schedule. Our train to Barcelona would be on time. His face lit up when we finally walked into the station from the platform. He nodded his head in the direction of the restrooms. Dragging our rolling luggage behind us, we followed him. Pushing through two sets of swinging doors, we must have walked another 100 yards before we found the men's room. An older gentleman and a grunged-out teenager were just leaving. There was a large stall at the end of the room. We swung our luggage inside and bolted the door behind us. Michel was on his knees before we turned around.
He unbuttoned my 501's and pushed them down my legs below my knees. My dick pushed hard against my briefs. He freed it with a mighty tug of the fabric, leaving my shorts in a white puddle below my knees, too. His lips closed over my erect, pulsating dickhead and lapped up my dick dew.
Steve, too, was on his knees, but he was behind Michel trying to get the young man's pants down. That was hard to do in Michel's position. But, the accommodating Frenchman stood up and allowed Steve to "pants" him. Immediately, Steve's face dove deeply into the hairy ass before him, sniffing, licking, and grunting with delight. Duel moans of pleasure escaped from both of them. I was singing my own version of Michel's praises. He was one very accomplished cocksucker. I leaned over his back and slipped my finger down his backbone and tickled Steve's buried nose. Steve pulled away for an instant and my finger slipped wetly down Michel's ass trench, stopping at the spit-soaked pucker. My index finger plunged inside. Michel moaned again and sucked me harder.
I wiggled my invading digit against his prostate, then, pulled out. Steve licked my finger before I could pull away, then, slipped his long tongue inside the hapless Parisian. Michel pushed his ass forcefully back into Steve's hungry face. My boyfriend almost landed on his ass, but caught himself by grabbing Michel about the hips and stopping his fall. The Frenchman turned around quickly, grabbed my wet dick and shoved it up his well-prepared ass. He cried out at the sudden invasion, but resolutely didn't pull away as half of my 10" dick slammed into him.
Steve hungrily sucked on Michel's steely 6" dick. The thickness surprised him, but Steve managed to stretch his mouth wide enough to suck the Frenchman's battering ram into his throat. Michel bucked forward, savoring the delight of a well-trained mouth on his impossibly thick baby maker. His forward motion caused his ass to squeeze my dick delightfully. I pinched his erect nipples, making him squirm. That pushed his ass back into me and impaled his ass on the rest of my horsedick. He moaned with pleasure and wiggled his butt against my crotch. I held on to his hips and started to pump him hard. He loved it.
The faster I fucked him, the louder his moans became. Steve did his best to hold the fat dick in his mouth, but Michel wanted to get fucked more than he wanted to spray his load. I wrapped my arms around his chest and picked him up off the ground, my horn seated deeply in his gripping hole. Steve sucked hard and played with our new friend's tight nuts.
Without warning, my climax crashed over me. I had less than a second to plow him as deep as I could go and hang on. Cum jetted from my dick in heavy waves of cream. Michel groaned and sucked my spurting manmeat with his talented ass muscles. Another wave hit me and more dick juice fired hard into him. I held on tightly and fucked him like an animal. He bellowed out his joy.
I heard Steve moan with pleasure as Michel's dick started to unload into his sucking mouth. Each climax peak caused the Frenchman to squeeze my dick and make me pump more fuck juice into him. My need to breed was equally matched by his butt's need to drink as much seed as he could extract from me. I jammed my dick hard into him again and again. His back door was stretched and pumped by the thick root of my 10" semen launcher.
His ass muscles were squeezing me too much. The tickling sensation forced me to pull out. Cum trailed away from his asshole as my dick jerked and leaked more ball gravy as I pulled away. Michel leaned over Steve's back to keep from tipping over. Reluctantly, Steve pulled off the delicious dick in his mouth and stood up. Michel instantly started to suck my boyfriend's dick.
But, Steve needed to get off as much as we had, so he spun Michel around and shoved his thick dick into the boy's gaping, cum-filled hole. He slid in nearly effortlessly. His dick is only half an inch thicker than mine, but it feels like it is double the size. But, with Michel's cum-painted ass walls well lubed, Steve buried his black post completely in one shove.
Michel groaned and panted lustfully. Getting fucked by two, big, black dicks was his idea of heaven. Steve wasn't about to dissuade him of that notion as he pounded and pumped the hapless, hairy man. Being even taller than I, Steve at 6'6" was able to lift him easily from the floor and powerfuck Michel's ass on his horsedick. Steve's thrusting hips slapped rapidly against the well-used fuckhole that I'd just exited.
With a loud yowl, Steve climaxed inside the young man and bent him over nearly double. My dripping dick was right at face level for Michel to suck. And he did. He cleaned my dick off as Steve's climax waned and his hard thrusts abated. After another minute or so, Steve pulled out and did what he always does. He dropped to his knees and started to rim out Michel's flooded manhole. He sucked and licked, rimmed and ate out the hairy asshole he'd just fucked. The piggy sounds could probably be heard as far away as the station, over 100 yards away.
My dick was becoming too sensitive again, so I pulled away. Michel stood up, but Steve didn't lose contact. I kissed our new friend and shared the taste of my load and his ass. Moments later, Steve joined us with a mouthful of jizz and ass juices. I got hard again just tasting all that dick gravy from Michel's gaping pussy.
I moved behind him and slid my newly hard dick back into the hole I'd fucked only 10 minutes before. It was even better this time. He was well-lubed with cum and widely spread by two, big, black dicks that had pounded his hole. I pushed Michel's back down and held on to his hips as I pummeled his love tunnel. Michel's mouth was at crotch level for Steve, so the Frenchman cleaned off Steve's well-used dick while I finished my second hard climax into his hairy ass.
Exhausted, but sated, we cleaned up at the sinks, dressed, and walked back to the station with our luggage in tow. At 4:20, the train left the station for its slow run to Barcelona. Michel departed the train at the first stop, only 9 minutes away.
This was the most memorable train trip we've ever been on.
We have his phone number and will call him when we get back to England. He's invited for a weekend of deep dicking from his new American friends. He promised to send a picture of his boyfriend, too. Perhaps, he'll be invited as well. Michel said that the boyfriend has a nice, thick dick and an even hungrier ass than he does. This is very promising!
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