I think it was the john, anyway; by the time we'd both finished, both of us were cum-covered...thank God they had paper towels in the place. We got ourselves together and chatted a bit out in the lounge...smoked a cigarette or two...and then I left, tired - but happy!
Train Travel
The had not had a vacation for several years now, and it was time. They decided to travel by luxury train in Europe, across the big continent for several weeks, relaxing and with their first class euro-rail pass they could spend time in any city with a train station. As the first stop, they flew to London, then made the famous orient express from Waterloo station. As the train pulled out on track no. 3, the two jumped aboard just as the conductor waved the lantern for "all aboard."
Their tickets called for a small roomette with two beds, an upper and a lower, with no wash stand. The bathroom was at the end of the car. Further along the train was the club car, the dining car, and the observation car. These they could enjoy as they sped across the landscape. They sat on the lower bed talking, making plans for the next few days and where to stop. Both were excited, as two young children, to be alone together on a well earned holiday.
The knock on the door was the porter with the bags that had been checked at the station, his name tag said Henry. He looked around and then said, "This is going to be a tight squeeze for two big fellows like yourselves."
They said nothing in return, but just grinned in agreement. Henry threw the bags on the upper berth, accepted the tip, and left, sliding the door closed behind him. The two men laughed out loud.
They signed up for the second dinner service at 7:30 that night and walked to the club car. As they were returning to their roomette, Henry, the porter, stopped them "there was a larger compartment available in the next car if they would like." He could move the bags over while they dinned, and also turn down the bed. The men agreed to the new stateroom, but were surprised at the word "bed." Well, maybe they had misunderstood the British accent and Henry had in fact said 'beds." Even if there were two beds in the room, they would use only one, as they had always done at home.
The second setting bell rang for dinner and at 7:30 they went into the dining car. Both men ordered poached salmon, which was done to perfection. The accompanying vegetables were fresh peas and baked potato, followed by a bowl of Italian ice cream, a cup of espresso with a frothy cream colored top. With typically British reserve, not one of the other dinners at the table spoke a word to the two Americans during the entire meal. Outside the carriage windows, there was only the blackness of the night. With no one to talk to, and nothing to see, there was no option but to make it an early night.
Henry was waiting for them. They walked to the new carriage and the porter showed them the new stateroom. It was in the "Calais coach", the very best on the orient express.
Walls of warm mahogany woods, dark green leather trimmings with brass studs, cream colored silk shades on the small wall lamps, cut glass crystal glasses near the small sink, ice in the silver bucket that was embossed with the "Calais coach" coat of arms. The big double bed was turned down, sheets crisp, clean, white as snow. The blankets, warm and fluffy, all matched the decor of the suite on wheels. It was all first class luxury, British style. They thanked Henry and closed the wood door. Smiling, they fell into each others arms and onto the bed, kissing passionately. Happy with their new world that would be theirs for the next few days.
Typically for Britain, there was no shower available in the train suite, for all the luxury surrounding them. They stripped and tried to splash water on their bodies from the corner washbasin. It was virtually impossible, and noticed to their horror, that a pool of water had collected around their feet. Mack reached for the large fluffy towel and began to give his lover a vigorous rub-down, ignoring the others happy protests. He finished by matter-of-factly drying around his lovers crotch. Naturally, both started to get hard-ons.
David's cock was thick and rumpled with extra skin. The size was impressive because the body it dominated was comparatively well build for his size. Fully naked, he was impressively muscled, his skin had a golden glow, from both the sun and the rub down moments before. He was enjoying the interest in his body, and with slow deliberateness began to play with his balls and cock. With excruciating slowness he pulled his foreskin back to reveal the bright crimson of his cock-head... sleek, satiny, moist.
The hardening uncut prick was calling to the other man, as his own began to grow harder. Mack steeped forward and let his hands glide possessively over the compact strength of the smaller man. His lips fastened on his lovers tits, provoking them into steely knots. His arms slowly wrapper around the others neck, as hands reached around him to cup his round, firm buns. They pulled into an embrace and swayed together, with the motion of the speeding train. Their legs balancing against the rhythm of the train as it thundered through the night. Mack felt the others cock grow rigid against the muscles of his upper belly.
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME, make love to me now." David's voice was muffled because his face was buried in the others chest. As mack found the lubricant, david made a satisfied little noise and said, "I love you so much, and I need you even more."
Mack's touch was stimulating and sensual, and he could see tiny drops of pre-cum on the tip of his lovers dick, giving the other more pleasure. David backed up to the edge of the big bed, and sat down. With a practiced flip, he swung his legs up in a v-shape, anchoring himself by pressing with his feet against the wall. Thus the trio of delights were lined up for his lovers inspection: the rose of his asshole, the heavy ball sack, and a rocket-like prick garlanded with its extra rolls of foreskin.
No urging was needed to fill up the waiting love tunnel. After smearing extra lubrication on his dick, mack kneeled down by his lover. "here" he said as he tossed two pillows to the other man "those should bring you up to the correct height, and you'll be a damned more comfortable." With mack's cock head perfectly aligned with the waiting asshole, he shoved right in, and there was an immediate tightening of the sphincter around his shaft. Both men moaned with pleasure as if it was the first time they had enjoyed each others bodies.
Moving in and out with increasing rapidity, burying his shaft to the hilt, relishing the noise as his balls slapped against his lovers ass cheeks. His body was on fire from his cock outward. It was an incredibly exciting feeling.
"Jerk me off as well" david moaned, "go on, jerk me off. I want to see myself cum." And his lover was eager to oblige. Under mack's pumping fist, the thick tool became even thicker, moved more veiny. The glistening cockhead that emerged from the folds on moving foreskin was becoming redder and more lustrous with each stroke. Tiny spurts of pre-cum sparkled between the lips of the gaping piss-slit.
Their breathing became harsh and strained. They were in the final stretch. It would be mere seconds before they shot loads in and on each other. With motions that matched the trains thundering rush, they climaxed in unison, again, again and again until they were drained of all love juice. Happily they cuddled and pulling a sheet over themselves, dozed for a while. They got up once to wash and to collapsed back into each others arms for a bliss filled nights sleep. Satisfied beyond all desire, as only the two lovers could. The years together had not dimmed their need for one another.
The train sped on, the days filled with the wonders, sights and people of europe. Places on their many stops read like an old world adventure - paris, basil, zurich, vienna, budapest, belgrade, bucharest, and istanbul. They remained in the "calais coach" most of the way, enjoying its luxury and themselves to the fullest. Only once did the men have to give up their suite, and then they did not mind.
The count and countess zerkowski, newly married and on honeymoon, required the big suite. The two couples became friends during the trip across the European heartland. The two men were invited to the large country estate of the count, called "altamount." There they spent more than a week exploring the forests, the many small villages, and historical sights, a wine festival on the es
tate, featuring the counts excellent vintage.
The two lovers became tipsy with a bottle the countess had given them to take on their excursion to the lake. A series of musical concerts filled the nights, but the place they returned to was the small lake in the woods. There, large white swans had nested, swimming gracefully over the water, calling to their young.
Regretfully, they said good-bye to the newly married count and countess, hoping they too, would find life together as wonderful as the two men had. They boarded the orient express for the last stop - istanbul and the flight home.
Who Just Sat On A Doughnut?
Who put it there? Right there on the chair. Raspberry jam all over my bum. It was so sticky, its everywhere, on my jeans my shirt. Everywhere, even in my hair. I'm a raspberry jam red alert and I guess I know who the practical joker is, John is a typical candidate. It's even sticky work to remove my jeans - sticky zip, everything, but I managed to get them off, just as John came in laughing his head off.
"Who sat on a doughnut then I wonder who put it there?"
"You fucking git, John, how I am gonna get all this off?"
"You asking me, Pete? "I feel sticky from head to toe, all that jam oozing out I never realized just how much jam there is in one doughnut."
"Looks good from where I'm standing" John muttered with that certain lusty sound in his voice.
"Better let me clean you up..." I might have known that wasn't the end of it, there I was, jeans off now, but underpants still covered, and bloody John, he was only stuffing another one down my pants and not only that, rolling and so spreading it all over my privates, like he was enjoying it!"
"Your ass and bollocks look even more rapturous and appetizing now," said John and by the way he was breathing I knew what he had in mind.
"I always fancied you and jam doughnut, mmm!" He had me where he wanted, sticky fingers not wanting to touch anything, but he was touching me, his mouth finding the tip of my half erect shaft and sucking it like their was no tomorrow. So his practical joke paid off, He knew it would of course, because I was soon fully aroused for him as his face, which was also now smeared in raspberry jam, circumnavigated my throbbing cock. His rough hands prying my ass cheeks apart as he followed with his passionate sucking down under, me feeling the luxury of being all his, as he liked me to be, as he knew what would turn me on even though we had never tried the doughnut sequence before.
If I'd know what John had in store for the rest of the afternoon I might have geared up little more, how was I to know when five of his cricket team mates filled in to the room, one hot guy yelled out loud, "we've been watching your great practical joke on the big screen," and he clearly sounded Australian.
Fucking hell, it had all been planned and I bet you any money they were recording everything right now, because seeing the guys dismantle their gear, I know just what I was in for, "Nice bit of ass, John," said the hot guy, "where do you pick `em, I'm dying foe bit of that!"
"They threw a coin, who was going to have me first, I knew the plan, last time it was just three guys, they were all very suck-able and that's how it was going to be, sucking the first, and then the second as the first fucks my ass and so on, I am always in my heaven serving two at the same time.
It was the colored guy first who came over to me, opened his strong legs and jerked himself ready for my mouth. I glanced around to see the others, including John, looking intensely, their mouths hanging out almost as I took the colored guys cock deep into my mouth, sensing the familiar taste of cock once more, which was absolutely divine. I just don't know where I'd be without my regular tasting of prime cock. But after just enough sucking to prime him for his fuck, he moved to the rear of me, by then I was fully in position, on all fours on a low table, high enough where they could comfortable access me all ways. I spread-eagled, waiting for the first touch of cock press against my hole, rough hands spreading me, feeling it prize me, his big thick cock working into me with little effort for John and seen to it that I was well stretched over the weeks I had slept with him.
It always fascinates me how guys hardly talk in a situation like this, all concentrating on the job in hand, with now in my hand was the second guy, the one who screamed in the beginning, he has a lovely cut dick, which made a wonderful variation after the colored guy who stretched his foreskin back to reveal his gleaming red end.
But that did was now well and truly fucking me so sweetly as I started to suck him, hearing his throat sounds of content. I loved that, and the feeling of having two cocks like that was heaven on earth. "MMM!" That colored guy can sure fuck, going at me like a steam engine, his tight grip squeezing my hips as he manipulate me in different ways, feeling his fuck cum so strong, and then him finished, exhausted on the carpet.
The second went into me, no messing, after the colored guy, the yelling guy slipped up me so easily and he was already fucking me by the time I had the third dick in my mouth. Sucking and fucking, fucking and sucking, it was all so good, my body felt numb yet so good, hearing balls slap my ass as each fuck thrust fully into me no holds barred, by the end, that's when Pete took me, I was just about done in, but with Pete inside me, and being the last one, I could suck no more, just the taste of multiple cock in my mouth, on my tongue as I felt the surge of Pete's as always wonderful fuck.
"We shall have to do that again."
"With the doughnuts?" I asked "Yes and with the doughnuts, but do you know something?,"
"I have an idea, tell me , I know you will anyway!" I replied.
"We have two of the guys girl friends interested..."
"You mean an orgy, a bi-time orgy?"
"Will you go for it, Pete?" Images flashed through my mind, sucking pussy whilst being fucked, licking cock as it fucked pussy.
"Yes, I am game, John."
"Fucking hot!", I heard the Aussy say.
"Roll on" I say.
Pleasing Greg
We are laying on Greg's bed. I ask him if I could touch his body. He says yeah, go ahead. My trembling hands first touch his face. My hands roam across his forehead and then around his deep blue eyes. He stares into mine. I then explore his cheeks, feeling the stubble of beard. Down to his neck, I trace my fingers from one ear to the other, tickling his ear lobes. Now on to his chest. His shirt is open at the collar and I play with his chest hairs there. Applying more presure, I rub his pecs through his shirt.
I can feel his nipples hardening at my touch. I undo one then two buttons of his shirt and reach in to continue stroking his nipples. They feel hard as pencil erasers. I stop to unbutton the rest of his shirt and expose his whole chest and stomach. His chest is covered with curly blonde hair and there is a trail reaching down to his navel where it spreads out to cover his stomach and then to travel on into his pants. I continue to stimulate his nipples causing them to harden and stand erect. He has a muscular chest from working out. His abs are rippled with tight muscles. I notice his breathing has become deeper and I watch his broad chest expand and contract with each breath.
I then move on to his arms. His biceps are huge and almost hairless. I lift one arm up and smell his pit, taking in the aroma which defines manhood. I lick his biceps and he moans. Next, I position his arms up and back next to his head, watching his chest expand even more. Now, back to his trunk. My hands roam across his chest, stomach and sides of his body. I watch the hairs stand up as I stimulate him more. His breathing increases again and he softly moans. I get up to kneel beside him, increasing the intensity of my rubbing. With both hands, I caress this hunk of man. Glancing down, I see a bulge in his pants.
Both nipples are erect and I take two fingers and gently pull on the left as I lean down and lick the right one. His moaning becomes more pronounced. My other hand teases his navel hair and then the navel itself. I exchange tongue and fingers repeatedly from one nipple to the other, brushing his chest with my chin as I do so. He begins to moan more. His head tosses from side to side. I stop for a few minutes to let him catch his breath. He looks
up at me and smiles.
He sits up and I get behind him to help him out of his shirt. He tosses the shirt on the floor and I massage his broad shoulders. I work my hands across his shoulders and then down his back feeling the hard muscles of his body. Lifting his arms up, I reach my hands around his body to rub his chest. The nipples become erect with my touch. With my arms around him, I can feel his breathing, feel his body expanding and contracting, feel the heat eminating from him. I kiss the back of his neck and lick his earlobes. He tenses up and I grab him tightly, holding him close to me. Slowly, I pull away from him and let him lie down again.
I take in the sight of this hunk laying before me.
I start to massage his chest and stomach again. But this time I use as much force as I can. Kneading the muscles and pecs, teasing his nipples and navel. His breathing comes faster again but I don't stop. My hands roam across his torso faster and faster, harder and harder. He moans loudly. Suddenly, I place a hand on his crotch. I can feel the huge shaft through his jeans. I rub harder on his pouch causing him to writhe on the bed. I undo the button of his jeans and pull the zipper down, slowly...very slowly. I look down and watch the zipper reveal the hard dick encased in his briefs. I can make out the ridge of his dickhead through the cloth. I look up at him, his chest is heaving up and down, his nipples are hard and he is smiling at me.
I tell him to turn over and as he does so, I help him out of his jeans. He lays on his stomach with just his briefs on. I move down between his legs and stroke them. I can feel the hard calves and smooth thighs covered with curly blonde hair. My hands roam up and down his legs. He is moaning again. I put my hands on his butt-cheeks, massaging them. His ass is grand! Round, firm and meaty. I lift his waist up and pull his briefs off. Now, my breath becomes faster. I slowly begin to massage his ass which is covered with the same curly blonde hair as his legs. My hands explore his ass and legs, feeling the hardness of his thigh muscles. Lightly, I begin to stroke his ass-crack. Spreading his ass apart, I can see the beginning of his nut sack and I stoke it with my fingers causing him to moan, his puckered hole contracts. I move up to his head and whisper into his ear. Turn over, I tell him.
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