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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 ...