1. Overnight Train


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

    hint of a question. I was just summoning-up the courage to invite him in, when he added, in his softest ‘come to bed’ Irish accent, “It’s just that I was thinking that you might like someone to come tuck you in, maybe read you a bedtime story, you know?” And as he gazed into my eyes, his face took on the look of a lost Spaniel puppy. I was totally overcome and completely disregarding who else might be in the corridor, I put my arm around his waist and my other hand around his neck and pulled him toward me. There was no resistance and as our lips met, I felt a warm rush flow through and around my entire body. Our mouths merged in a deep, warm kiss, as he too now enfolded me in his arms and pressed his body against mine and I inhaled that sexy mixture of sandalwood and herbs that was his familiar cologne. After what seemed like minutes in that first embrace, we both recovered awareness of our surroundings and I opened the door to my compartment, where the bed was now neatly prepared for the night. But once inside, I barely had time to lock the door and pull down the blind than he grabbed my shoulders, pushed me against the wall and renewed our passionate embrace. This time, I tasted the saltiness of his soft lips and our tongues twisted and searched one another, as we began to exchange the first bodily fluids of the night. He was a good few inches taller than me and I was pinned against the wall of the compartment, his hands now on my waist and our mouths and tongues still ...
    locked together. As our breathing became more intense and our chests heaved against one another, our lungs craved the air through our noses. My hands were around his back, at first holding him to me but now they slid down to caress the cheeks of his bum through the smooth material of his snuggly-fitting trousers. His buttocks felt hard and muscular and as I clutched and pulled, his cheeks became concave as he arched his back and pushed his whole body against me, our mouths at last separating and my face burying itself in the warm folds of his sweater, as he began kissing the nape of my neck. But his teasing and tasting and kissing of my neck was sending tingling sensations all down my arm, over my shoulder and down my back to my waist. In my ecstasy, I threw my head back a little too quickly and banged it on the grab-rail for the upper berth. We both laughed; it didn’t really hurt but it emphasized how cramped it was in there, as our temperatures rose and my groin developed that familiar aching hardness in my already pre-cum soaked briefs. He quickly threw off his sweater, revealing a close-fitting, stylish grey and white V-neck T-shirt; the sort cut-away at the arms to accentuate the shape of his chest. Above the “V”, there the first glimpse of a modestly hairy chest, as he began undoing the buttons of my shirt and I grabbed at his waist to undo the buckle of his ‘Cragghopper’ trousers. He already had my shirt open and his hands were stroking the tender sides of my body, as I ...
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