1. Overnight Train


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

    bike was in the luggage-van and that he was taking part in a Road-Race on Mull and would be changing trains for Oban around 7.45 the next morning – so he wasn’t going all the way through and wouldn’t be shaving naked at the open window while crossing Rannoch Moor after all! His name was Aidan, by the way, and he was 30. I was captivated by his soft, lilting voice and his gorgeously expressive face. His mouth was wide and his lips well-formed, just waiting to be tasted; and every time he smiled, his cheeks dimpled. And when he was being serious, he would look directly into my eyes (if the voice doesn’t do it, that will!) and his forehead would frown slightly, as those luxuriant eye-brows would tilt upwards in the middle. We began with small talk, you know, the way you do. But as we talked, I couldn’t help but continue to examine his features; the little dimple in his chin, the plumpness of his ear-lobes and his beautifully clean finger-nails. And in my distracted imagination, I was undressing him. As you can probably tell, I was smitten and I desperately wanted to touch him. As the train rushed northwards, our conversation didn’t falter and as we chatted and joked, the slight sway of the train caused our knees to touch under the table and I felt a jolt of electricity run up my leg and into my spine, as a warm glow engulfed my body. From that point on, our knees never separated and yet our conversation never touched on our being gay. The closest it got was when I asked him, ...
    tactfully, if he had any ‘significant other’ in his life. He paused, took a sip of his drink, and said, rather cryptically, “I travel alone a lot. I like my independence.” He blinked, “and you, what about you?” “There was but not any more,” I replied, perhaps a little more truthfully than he had done. He didn’t seek to ask me to elaborate. On the subject of religion, I quizzed him and asked if he was Catholic. “I was brought up a Catholic, if that’s what you mean, but I believe we’re here on this earth to enjoy life and not to spend our time feeling guilty for all the sins we’ve committed. It makes you far too miserable.” He shook his head and took another sip of his drink and continued, “and there are so many sins! You wouldn’t believe how many there are!” I couldn’t help but laugh. And somehow I couldn’t help but think that he had committed quite of few of them, one way or another and I was hoping that he was feeling sinful tonight! It was gone 11.30 when we pulled into Preston and he eventually said, “I think it’s time for bed, don’t you?” At that moment, I began to doubt that I had read him correctly. Was this his invitation or just an innocent remark and a polite dismissal? Either way, we had adjacent compartments, so I figured it was only polite to go back along the corridor with him, as the train then carried on into the night. We reached my compartment first and he stopped and turned, “Well I suppose it’s goodnight then,” he said, those luxuriant eye-brows showing just a ...
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