1. Overnight Train


    Date: 10/1/2015, Categories: True Story, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Gay, Author: Bulge Voyeur, Rating: 78.1, Source: sexstories.com

    had appeared weathered from a distance but which now seemed much softer; soft enough to stroke. His hair was thick and dark, almost black, while his nose was neat and straight, not sharp or angular, and for a moment, I looked into his eyes, a beautiful blue-grey. And they looked back; for just a little too long. He pushed by and our clothed chests touched and I felt the radiating warmth of his body and caught a hint of what I thought I recognized as 'Dolce & Gabbana'. “Hmm,” I thought, “not what I would have expected from an outdoor type.” Then he said, in that lilting accent, “I knew it would be a little cramped but I never imagined how pleasantly crowded it would be,” and he grinned as he struggled by me. If I wasn’t mistaken, I’d have said he was flirting! Or was he just being ‘ironic’? Unsure, I played coy for a moment. I just smiled back, politely trying not to seem put-out. But then, as he turned and faced the door of the number 9/10 berth, I realized I was in the number 7/8 and we had adjacent compartments. As he opened his door and I opened mine, he looked back at me and I couldn’t resist the opportunity, “Nice helmet!” I said, with what I hoped was a cheeky grin. He looked down at the cyclist’s helmet in his hand and then looked back at me, paused and broke into a broad smile that dimpled his cheeks, before disappearing into his compartment. As I hung-up my things in my compartment, I began thinking about him next door, especially on Rannoch ...
    Moor………shaving…….naked………..hmmm. Then the bike…….. cycling shorts……. Oh, yes! Now, one of the privileges of a First-class ticket is that you are guaranteed a seat in the Bar-Lounge Car for the first part of the journey but having done this trip before, I knew this was theory only and you have to get there quick, otherwise it can still be difficult getting a seat. So I headed off for the Lounge Car and grabbed a seat, just as the train was pulling out. I was already enjoying my first Gin & Tonic and the Car was busy with animated chitter-chatter, when I saw him enter at the far end. Looking for a seat, he eventually saw me and the vacant seat opposite me. He smiled and gestured toward the chair across the table in front of me, “May I?” he said. “Of course,” I replied, looking up at him over the top of my glasses. And then with a straight face, I added, “What took you so long?” “Well, I got lost and went the wrong way looking for the Bar….” he replied as he sat down. But then he hesitated; he now saw me smiling at him, “…..Oh, you meant…..sorry!” He grinned and covered his mouth with his hand, as if hiding embarrassment at my hint that I had been waiting for him, “actually, I really did get lost!” Somehow, we both knew the score. It just happens like that sometimes. The conversation seemed to flow naturally between us as we enjoyed a few drinks and shared some of the limited and not-very-exciting food available from the Bar. I established that he was a computer programmer for a Bank in London; that his ...
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