Date: Fri, 09 Feb 2007 16:32:26 +0000
From: Jeffrey Fletcher <jeffyrks@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mallard

This story contains accounts of sex between two people of the same gender.
If that is offensive to you,  or illegal where you reside,  then go
elesewhere.  The story is was inspired by the comment of a guy with whom I
was chatting,  who said that his first sexual encounter was on a train.
That was all he said,  but....

I am grateful to John who has again proof read a story for me,  and
remaining errors are entirely my fault.

Mallard

Ben walked along the platform. He was pleased. The work he had come up to
do in Edinburgh had been satisfactorily completed ahead of time. That meant
he could go back to London one day earlier than expected, and he could get
back and sleep in his own bed, away from the noises of Princes Street, and
Waverley Station.

He carried in his left hand his brief case, and in the other hand his
overnight case. Neither was heavy. The train was already in the station,
but there was nearly a quarter of an hour before departure time. He walked
along looking for an empty compartment. He wanted to be near the front as
he was travelling all the way to King's Cross.

Then he saw that they were backing the locomotive, or engine, as it was
usually called, on to the train. He could see that it was a blue
stream-liner.  Through the clouds of steam and smoke he casually observed
that the locomotive was called Mallard. That fact meant nothing to him.

He walked back along the platform and found an empty compartment. He put
his overnight case on the luggage rack and sat in a corner seat by the
window. He took a copy of the Scotsman out of his brief case, and began to
read.  A few minutes later the sliding-door to the compartment was pushed
aside and a young couple came in. Their parcels and bags showed that they
had been shopping in Edinburgh. Most things were put up on the luggage
rack, and coats were removed and placed there as well. Eventually they sat
on the seats opposite Ben, but the woman sat down in the corner next to the
corridor, and the man sat besise her.

Ben looked at his watch. It was time for Mallard to begin to haul yet
another train down from Edinburgh to London. They heard the whistle blow,
and the wheels slipped before gripping, and the train began to move.  It
had only gone a few yards when the door into the corridor was pulled back
yet again, and a heavily breathing young man put his head into the
compartment. "Is that seat taken?"  he said nodding towards the empty seat
opposite Ben.

"No." said Ben.

The couple said nothing, but just looked as the young man.  He was probably
eighteen or nineteen. First, he placed his heavy case on his seat, opened
it, and took out a book. Then he heaved the case up on to the luggage
rack. For a few moments the compartment was filled with the smell of a hot,
healthy young man.

"Just made it!" he said in a broad Scottish accent, and with a grin.

There was no response from the other three in the compartment, - after all
they were English, - and in 1960 you did not talk with strangers in a
railway train.  Mallard was pulling strongly and gathering speed eastward
as they crossed the Esk just south of Musselburgh. The lad opened his book,
Ben began to read his paper, and the couple turned to each other.

The couple were totally absorbed with each other. The other two in the
compartment heard soft whispers, and were soon aware of activities not
usually done in the distant days of steam.  The man's arms was round the
neck of his girl. Their faces were close, and they kissed repelatedly. One
of the girl's hand actually rested on the thigh of her man.  Ben was most
immediately aware of what was going on. He glanced up from his paper from
time to time, and observed a few of the many kisses, the position of the
girls hand, and after a while the distinct tenting in the man's trousers.
He looked down when the man had to make an adjustment to his clothing
because of the expansion within.  That manoeuvre was also seen by the young
man. As he was sitting alongside the couple he could see very little of the
girl. He looked up from his book, and saw the adjustment being made,
realised the reason and blushed slightly.  That too was seen by Ben who
made the smallest of observant smiles; but that was seen by none of the
other three.  Mallard sped on, not as fast as she had been, or could go;
but the British railway system even in 1960 still had an upper speed limit
considerably lower than the halcyon days of steam in the 1930s.  There was
silence in the compartment, except for the rustling of the pages of Ben's
newspaper, the occasional turning of the pages of the young man's Western,
and the amorous movements of the young couple. The train passed Dunbar and
began to turn south. For a while the track ran beside the North Sea. Ben
and the young man looked out of the window for a time, but the young couple
were still absorbed in each other. The track left the shore line for
several miles before running again south-east by the coast towards
Berwick-upon-Tweed.  When Mallard began to slow the couple began to
disentangle.  He removed his arm from her shoulder, and she her hand from
his thigh. Ben noted with amusement the surreptitious rearranging of an
erection to conceal the protrusion when the young man stood up. When the
train pulled into the station the couple collected their shopping, and left
the compartment.

Ben looked across at the young man. "That's the nearest I've ever seen to a
railway compartment becoming a bedroom!"

The young man gave an embarrassed half smile of agreement.

"How far you going?"

"All the way. King's Cross."

"I'm the same. It's a long journey."

There was silence in the compartment for a few moments as they heard
Mallard begin the pull the train out of the station.

"Next stop, Newcastle upon Tyne."

They looked out of the window as the train picked up speed as it crossed
the Royal Border Bridge over the river Tweed.

"Tide out!" observed Ben.

"I suppose it is. This is the first time I've been south of the border."

"First time in England, and in London?"

"Yes."

"What brings you south, if I may ask?"

"Visiting an aunt. By the way, did you by any chance see the locomotive
that is pulling this train. Is it a stream-liner?"

"I watched them join it to the train."

"I don't suppose you saw her name?"

"Yes, Mallard. Strange to call a railway engine after a duck."

"Mallard," murmured the lad softly. "To think that I am being pulled by
Mallard on my first journey into England."

"Why; is there something special about the engine?"

"Mallard is very special," suddenly speaking with great enthusiasm and
animation. "Mallard holds the world speed record for a steam locomotive."

"How fast?"

"125mph. This locomotive, and her sisters, were specially designed by Sir
Nigel Gresley to do this run between Edinburgh and London without
stopping. In July 1938 it attained the speed on 125mph, beating the
previous record held by an LMS engine." [London Midland and Scottish
Railway]

"You interested in trains?"

"When I was a youngster I used to go on Waverley Station and collect train
numbers, like so many kids."

"I must confess that was never one of my hobbies."

"Waverley was a good station, getting trains going further north as well as
down into England."

                 They talked for while about trains, Ben just enjoying the
enthusiasm of the younger man.

"So if you no longer are a train spotter what are your hobbies now?"

"Sport - football. But I am starting at University next term so I expect
I'll the opportunity to take up some new interests."

"Good. Where are you going?"

"St Andrews."

"What are you going to read?"

"Law."

"Interesting."

"Why do you say that?"

"I'm a lawyer. A barrister in fact."

The young man looked impressed. "Where did you study?"  "Cambridge. I
gather St Andrew's has a good reputation.  But, of course, Scottish law is
different from English law in many respects."

So the conversation turned to the law as Mallard hauled the train southward
through Northumberland.

Mallard pulled them into Newcastle Upon Tyne station. No new passengers
came into their compartment. With the stuttering noise of her wheels
seeking to get a grip on the rails Mallard slowly hauled the train out of
the station and almost immediately across the high bridge over the river
Tyne.  They had not gone far before the dining car attendant slid open the
compartment door, "Dinner is now being served."

Ben put down his book. "Are you going to have dinner?"

"No." said the lad, with some embarrassment.

"Have you anything to eat?"

"No. I had hoped to buy something at the station, but I didn't have time."

"Why not join me? Be my guest?"

"I canna do that, Sir."

"Why not? I can claim it on expenses. I had expected to stay a further
night in the hotel, but my work finished earlier than expected. One dinner
for you, would be far less than what I was expecting to spend. Any way, I
don't like eating alone. It would be good to have someone to talk to. You
can tell me more about Mallard, and other engines."

The young man looked up at Ben.

"Yes, come on. You will be very hungry when we arrive in London if you
don't!"

The young man stood up. "Thanks."

As Ben took hold of the door to slide it open he turned.  "I'm afraid we've
not even exchanged names. I'm Ben."

"And I'm Alasdair."

"It wouldn't do for two Britishers to have a meal together without the
proper introductions."

Alasdair chuckled and followed Ben along the corridor to the dining car.

They sat at a table laid for two. Soon menus were placed in front of them.

"Remember this is on me," said Ben. "Or rather on my expenses.  Choose what
you like; don't look at the cost."

Alasdair left Ben to choose the wine. That was a department were he was
totally out of his depth. It was a full dinner.  Soup followed by
fish. Then the main course followed by a dessert, and concluded with cheese
and biscuits and coffee.  It was for Alasdair one of the most formal meals
he had eaten.  Ben was much more used to such eating.

They started eating as Mallard pulled then through Durham.  It was now dark
outside but they got a glimpse of Durham Cathedral and its protecting
castle rising high, encircled by a looping meander of the River Wear.

The wine soon relaxed and loosened Alasdair's tongue. He told Ben about his
school, his hopes for University and his future.  In answer to Ben's
questions he spoke at length and enthusiastically about Mallard, and the
designing skills of Sir Nigel Gresley. When he was speaking with enthusiasm
his eyes sparkled and a slight flush came to his otherwise pale face. His
dark hair was curly, and rather undisciplined.  It was when Mallard had
just passed Darlington that Ben came aware of a stirring in his groin. He
was initially surprised that this encounter should provoke a sexual
response; but a moment's recollection reminded him of his last year at
school, when a boy two years younger, rather like Alasdair, had effectively
seduced him one night on a night exercise with the army cadets. Ever since
then he had been attracted to men younger than himself. Through the
intervening years there had been a number of younger men. Sometimes it had
been a young guardsman. He had had a brief affair with a younger man who
had come to do some decorating work in his apartment. He had had to
extremely careful, for such activities were still illegal. Only a few years
before, the number of men prosecuted for sodomy had risen to its highest
number. Things were slightly easier now, as the powers that be worked out a
way to change the law; but it was still illegal. Ben began to look at
Alasdair with fresh eyes.  Alasdair was completely unaware of what was
going on in Ben's mind.

"Have you many girl friends?"

"No. Some of the lads in my class were going steady. I've taken one or two
girls to the flicks, but never one more than a couple of times."

"Back row?"

"No. Not that far. Not at all. Are you married," asked Alasdair, wanting to
get the questioning away from himself.

"No." Ben thought carefully before adding, "I'm not the marrying sort."

That revealing remark brought no reaction from Alasdair, which slightly
puzzled Ben.

Ben tried a physical move, and let his leg come up against the lad's.

Alasdair moved his leg away.

Again Ben was left rather puzzled.  Was it an immediate instinctive
reaction, or something more.  Ben moved the conversation on to the safer
ground of railways.

Alasdair spoke about The Flying Scotsman, a train which was often pulled by
Mallard, and which left King's Cross at 10.00am for Edinburgh. It was the
oldest regular running train in the world.

While Alasdair talked Ben moved his leg so that it was lightly touching the
younger man's. This time Alasdair did not pull away.

Mallard continued to haul them southwards towards London.

"Next stop York?" asked Alasdair.

"And last stop before King's Cross."

"What time do we get there?"

"Just after ten o'clock."

A thoughtful expression crossed Alastair's face.

"Are you staying in London?"

"Just for tonight. I am going on to Plymouth tomorrow to stay with an
aunt. She has some work lined up for me, so that I can have a little money
by me when I go up to St Andrew's."

They were approaching York when they finished their meal.  Ben paid the
bill, and they walked along the corridor back to their compartment. They
were just able to make out the huge Minster [cathedral] presiding over the
ancient city.

"The largest gothic building north of the Alps," said Ben.

"Is it!"

"It's well worth a visit. Huge east window, more mediaeval glass than any
other building. It's glorious."

"I'll remember that."

The train was pulling into the great curve of York station as they returned
to their compartment. Alasdair slid open the door, and led the way in. As
he did so, Ben lightly placed a hand on the younger man's shoulder.

Alasdair turned and grinned. "Thanks for the meal. I really enjoyed it."

Things might have turned out differently if anybody had come into their
compartment, but there were very few people on the platform wanting to join
the train. They settled down in their compartment as Mallard began to pull
out of the last station before King's Cross.

Alastair started asking Ben about his school days.  He was surprised to
learn that Ben had been to an all boys boarding school. "What's it like
with no girls?"

"I wouldn't know the difference I've never been to a school with girls. How
does it work for you then?"

"All right, I suppose."

"You don't sound very enthusiastic about co-education."

"I've never really thought much about it. Just accepted it."

"I suppose there is a lot of pairing up?"

"Some."

"You spoke about taking girls to the cinema; so you've never had a steady
girl friend?"

"No." This was said rather emphatically.

"What does that mean? No, you haven't got, and wish you had one; or no, you
definitely don't want one?"

"Can tell you're a lawyer with your questions. The second, I don't really
want one. But what about you? You said you are not married; have you ever
had a girl friend?"

"No."

"So can I ask you the question you asked me. No, you wish you had had; or
no, you've never wanted one?"

"I'm the same as you, never wanted one."

Alasdair looked at Ben with an additional interest. For the first time the
thought crossed his mind that Ben might not be interested in girls at all,
and....

Ben moved his hand across his crotch making the slightest readjustment to
what was within. Alastair noted the move but made no expression.

"You've never wanted a girl friend; never wanted to get married and have
children, start a family?"

"No. I'm happy the way things are."

Alasdair wanted to ask the next question but did not dare.

"Some of the other boys at school, have had steady girl friends for two or
three years, and one or two are even talking about when they're
married. I'm not sure I want to get married."

"What's putting you off?"

"Not sure. Marriage seems to be a restricting fact of life. I want to be
free to do my own thing, at least for several years. The other side of
University I may feel differently about it. I'll think about it then."

"I thought that when I was at your stage in life." Ben stretched his leg so
that again it was lightly touching Alasdair's, and again the leg was not
moved away.

"Do you have any women friends?"

"Yes, several but they are friends who are women. There is nothing romantic
involved. I've no desire for kissing and cuddling with them, or anything
further."

"So you've no sexual experience?" Alasdair immediately clapped his hand
over his mouth. He realised that he had gone too far.

Ben chuckled. "I did not say that."

This time Alasdair looked at Ben with an enquiring look in his eyes. Was he
right in putting two and two together? He dared not ask the follow-up
question. He looked down with some embarrassment. When he looked up, there
was a broad grin on Ben's face.

"You are putting two and two together, and wondering if you're making four
or five."

Alasdair now blushed.

"Don't be embarrassed. You are probably right in your deduction."

Alasdair looked up, and the smile was still there on Ben's face. "With
men?" he whispered.

Ben nodded.

They sat in silence for a while as Alasdair digested this revealing piece
of information. Then he wondered if he had the temerity to ask
more. "What's it like then?"

"For me it is natural, good, sometimes wonderful. But I know that for some
people it is unnatural, wicked and thoroughly distasteful. Does the thought
of it repulse you?"

"No, it doesn't actually. I had a friend at school who was caught tossing
off another boy in the bogs. They were both expelled."

"That was harsh."

"I asked him about it. He told me a little. He said it was natural for
him. He said the thought of doing anything with a woman was revolting for
him!"

"But you've never done anything on that line?"

"No. After that I would be scared of being caught and expelled like him. I
know if I was caught doing anything to do with sex, even with a girl, by my
parents, they'd hit the roof.  Sex is only for children within marriage is
their line."

"That's the line for a lot of folk. Never for fun and enjoyment."

"Fun and enjoyment?"

"Yes, why not. God gave us these instincts and affections as the Prayer
Book says, why not for fun and enjoyment. We must not see God as the Divine
spoilsport."

"But that is about when it's between a man and woman, isn't it?"

"Yes. But what about two men who are attracted to each other?  May be all
the prohibitions are there to stop the arrival of unwanted
children. There's no possibility of that when it's between men."

"Have you a boy friend then?"

"Not as such."

"But from time to time, you find a man to go with."

"You could put it that way." Ben continued to smile, amused at Alasdair's
difficulty in putting things into words, and obviously wanting to know
more. "Does that shock you?"

Alasdair thought for a moment. "No, not really. I've never ever talked,
apart from with that school friend, about it.  I've read bits about
intercourse between a man and a woman."

"With the aid of little diagrams."

Alasdair laughed. "They don't seem very helpful to me."

"I wouldn't know, as I've never been with a woman." Ben smiled. "So what do
you want to know. I can see there are some questions in your mind."

Again Alasdair blushed.

Ben rubbed his leg slightly against Alasdair's. "Go on.  You can ask. I can
always say `That's too personal', without any ill feeling between us."

There was a pause. "What do you do?"

Ben laughed. "For me, I like to take it slowly. To begin with the same sort
of love making as between a man and a woman.  Hugging, cuddling, kissing."

"Kissing?"

"Yes, why not. It is as good with a man as with any woman, I guess."

"What else?"

"Usually hands begin to move around. Most men seem to like their buttocks
given a gentle squeeze."

Alasdair thought for a moment. "Sounds all right to me. I presume you like
it?"

"Oh yes. If the two of you are standing up you can often feel a hard cock
pressing against you. Then you can reach down with a hand and feel."

Alasdair now became conscious of a growing hardness down below. He squirmed
in his seat, trying to make himself more comfortable. He did not want to
give the game away by making an adjustment with his hand.

Ben laughed. "Go on, make yourself comfortable properly. I can tell you're
stiff." At the same time, Ben also used his hand to make the necessary
adjustment.

"You too?"

"Yes. I'm a normal healthy male."

"What else do you do?"

"Sometimes, certainly if it is outside and everywhere is damp, it is just a
matter of tossing the other man off. But if you're in the right place,
private and indoors, there is nothing like sucking a man's cock."

Alasdair's eyes opened wide with surprise.

"You never thought of that?"

"No, is it good?"

"Good, - done by someone who knows what he is doing it is bloody
wonderful. Beats tossing off a thousand fold." Ben could now see a tenting
of Alasdair's trousers. He nodded towards it. "It looks as though you're
finding this conversation arousing?"

This time Alasdair did not blush, he grinned and made a further adjustment
to the internal pressures.

Ben lent forward and put a hand on Alasdair's knee, and rubbed it. "The
idea of man with man sex isn't completely and utterly revolting to you
then?"

"No," murmured Alasdair in reply.

"It is probably about time an attractive young man like you gained some
experience in these matters." Ben moved his hand a little way up the other
man's thigh, continuing to rub gently.

"Not here! What if the conductor comes along, checking tickets or
whatever."

"I don't think he will now. Not since we are some way from York. We can
make sure of some privacy." Ben stood up, and immediately had to adjust his
tenting trousers; he grinned down at Alasdair. He took a couple of steps
over to the door, and pulled down the blinds on the door and over the
windows on either side of the door. He then turned down the lights in the
compartment. "This is done by passengers wanted to get some shut eye, and I
believe by courting couple who want some privacy. The guard will not come
in now, or at least he will knock, if he does need to come in." Ben came
and sat down alongside Alasdair. "Say no, if you don't want to do
anything."

"I don't think I'll relax for fear of someone barging in."

"Fair enough. Nothing too risky." Ben put a hand back on Alasdair's
thigh. He moved the hand so he could feel the hardness of Alasdair's
crotch. "That feels good to me. And in need of some care and attention." He
thought for a moment.  "Where are you staying tonight?"

"I've been given the addresses of a couple of places near King's Cross."

"You'll be lucky at this time of night. Why not come home to my apartment?
We'll have absolute security and privacy there."

No further persuasion was needed. "Thanks, are you sure?"

"Yes, very sure." Ben gave another gentle squeeze. "Can you last out till
then?"

"Only if you stop doing that." Then committing himself, he placed his hand
high on Ben's thigh, and was soon feeling the hard cock within.

"Yes, I see what you mean. Too much of that and I'll be passing the point
of no return."

They sat side by side for the rest of the journey.  Eventually Mallard was
slowing as she pulled the train through the two tunnels on the approach to
King's Cross; first the Gas Works Tunnel and then the Copenhagen Tunnel,
and almost immediately into King's Cross station. They took their luggage
down from the rack and unfastened the blinds so that they could now see
into the corridor. Ben led the way by sliding open the door, walking along
the corridor and finally down onto the platform.

They stood for a minute or two admiring Mallard as she stood, that day's
journey completed. Alasdair pointed out the 4-6-4 wheel pattern.

"We'll get a taxi," said Ben

"Where exactly do you live?"

"In Chelsea, It won't take very long this time of night."

They had no trouble getting the taxi. They sat close together.  Ben made
sure the driver could not see his hands, one of which he placed on
Alasdair's thigh. They exchanged conspiratorial grins.

"I can't wait to get you home."

"You'll have to remember that it'll be my first time."

"Don't worry. I want tonight to be one you will always remember as one of
great pleasure." He squeezed the thigh, and had a quick feel of the
hardened cock. "I see you're ready for action already."

"I suppose you are still as limp as a wet rag?"

"I wouldn't say that." He grabbed Alasdair's hand and placed it in his
crotch.

"I see what you mean."

They were soon pulling up outside a house In Chelsea. They got out of the
taxi, and Ben paid. Then he led the way up the stairs to the front door of
the house. He produced a key and opened the door. "I live on the third
floor."

Soon they where inside Ben's flat. The rooms were fairly big, but the
apartment consisted of one bedroom, a sitting room with a dinningDINING
area, plus bathroom and kitchen. It was tastefully decorated, and
beautifully furnished.

"It's not very big but it suits me. After that journey, with all the smuts
from your Mallard, I think we could both do with a bath. I suggest you go
and get yourself a bath while I get us something to drink. I'll bath after
you."

Alasdair made his way into the bathroom, and noticed that there was no lock
on the door. First of all he had a pee, then he undressed as the bath
filled with hot water. When the temperature was right, he sat down in the
water, and then lay back. It was a big bath, he was able to lie full length
with only his head and toes above the water. He relaxed. He heard the door
open and turned to see Ben enter. He had changed and was dressed only in a
bath robe. Alasdair's automatic reaction was to cover his genitals with his
hands.

"You're shy all of a sudden." Ben lent over the bath to pull Alasdair's
hand away. As he did so the bath robe opened and Alasdair got his first
sight of Ben's cock, which was almost fully erect.

Ben removed the younger man's covering hands.

"You certainly don't have anything to be ashamed of there.  You are well
endowed, as they say."

"You think so? From what I've seen in the school showers I would have
thought I was about average."

"Oh, I think more than average."

Alasdair lay back and put his hands behind his head. Ben looked down on
him, approval in his eyes. He saw a young man with adolescence almost
passed, the mature man to be almost fully revealed. There was a small patch
of dark hair in the centre of his chest, which would probably spread
downwards over the next few years. The pubic hair was no longer a neat
triangle, but showing every sign of beginning to spread upwards to meet the
hair coming down from the chest.  The muscles were well formed. Ben was
looking on an entirely desirable young man.

"You seem to like what you can see," said Alasdair with a grin and a nod
toward the protrusion of Ben's bath robe.

"You know what I'd like to do? I'd like to soap you all over."

"No one's done that since my Mum stopped bathing me."

"Can I?"

"Let me see you properly, first."

Ben slipped off the bath robe and threw it into a corner of the room.

Alasdair saw a mature man, with hair on his chest that had spread all the
way down to his groin. If he had been able to see Ben's back at that moment
he would have seen that that too was covered in hair. But what dominated
Alasdair's sight was the cock sticking out strong and proudly.

"Do you like what you can see, young man?"

"I don't think I've ever seen the cock of an adult man as closely before."

"Seen enough?"

Alasdair nodded. Ben knelt on the floor and took hold of the soap. First,
he lifted one of Alasdair's legs and began to soap it. He took care not to
tickle the soles of the feet.  He washed the leg up to and including the
knee. Then he did the same with the other leg.

"Stand up."

They both stood up.

Again Ben soaped his hands. "Back first."

Alasdair turned so his back was facing Ben.

Ben began by soaping the neck and shoulders. He massaged the muscles of the
neck and top of the back."

"That feels good. I like that."

"I hope to do a lot to you tonight that you'll like even more." Ben took
hold of a sponge and washed away the soap from Alasdair's back. "Now turn
round."

Alasdair turned; their two cocks were now close and pointing towards each
other.

"I think it'd be easier if I got in the bath with you." He stepped into the
bath, and they faced each other. First, Ben soaped Alasdair's chest and
down to his waist with his hands.  Then he again used the sponge to wash
away the soap. "Now for the interesting part. The bit I've been wanted to
get my hands on since somewhere up in Yorkshire."

"You wanted to do this then?"

"Yes. You are a very attractive young man. I found I was very turned on
when you started talking about Mallard."

Ben again soaped his hands and went straight to the rigid cock in front of
him. "It's rock hard." He gently soaped it with one hand, and lightly
stroked Alasdair's balls with the other.  This brought a moan of pleasure
from the younger man.

"I think you like that."

"You think right. You can do that for ever, though I don't think I'll last
out for very long."

"A young man like you can probably shoot a load at regular intervals."

Alasdair laughed. "How often can you, old man?"

"I think I can still do three or four times in a twenty-four hour period."
Ben reached behind the balls to the sensitive perineum. This brought
further groans of pleasure.

Alasdair pulled away. "I'm getting close, and I don't want to shoot all
over you."

"I don't mind."

"I want to wash you. That'd only be fair." He now wetted Ben with the
sponge, and then began to soap with his hands.

"Yes, that is good. It's a long time since I had this done to me." He lent
forward and kissed Alasdair on the lips. It is was light affectionate kiss.

Ben looked at Alasdair in surprise.

"You're not sure about that? I did tell you about it on the train."

"I know. It was a first time for me. Why not?" He now lent forward and
kissed Ben. What began as a light kiss, soon became a bout of passionate
kissing. As they stood in the bath kissing, they moved closer, their cocks
touched and were soon pressed together. Each pair of hands began to feel
the shoulders and back of the other. Ben took the step of squeezing
Alasdair's buttocks and pulled him closer.  Alasdair immediately responded
by doing the same.

"Shall we dry ourselves and get on that bed? asked Ben.

They did not dry themselves, they dried each other. Both were especially
attentive and gentle to certain parts more than others. The towels were
left in an untidy heap on the floor, and Ben took Alasdair's hand and led
him into the bed room.  "Lie on the bed, flat on your back." Ben got onto
the bed alongside, and looked down at Alasdair. "You're one wonderful young
man."

"Thanks. Ben, there's something I want to do."

"What's that?"

"I want to run my hand through all that hair on your chest."

"Be my guest."

Alasdair began running his fingers and hands through the hair on Ben's
chest. He found a nipple, and began to play with it.

This brought a groan from Ben.

"You like that?"

"Yes, I do. Not all men like it, but I do. You just carry on."

Alasdair's stroking got lower, until he was feeling around for Ben's
cock. He lay back to give Alasdair easier access, and then they turned on
their sides facing each other. They resumed kissing, but kept slightly
apart so hands could explore between them. They held each other's cocks.
"I never thought being with a man like this could be so wonderful."

"You ain't seen nothin yet. Lie back and let me do the work. Just let me do
it all."

Alasdair turned on to his back, and Ben knelt with his legs either side. He
lowered his head to place a gentle kiss on Alasdair's lips. He did not
lower his body completely, but kept it just above the younger man, yet low
enough to enable their cocks to touch lightly and gently. This proved
tantalising for Alasdair, he wanted a fuller contact, but whenever he
raised his cock, Ben pulled away. Ben kissed his forehead, and every where
on his face. He nibbled his ears, and then kissed his neck. Slowly, very
slowly he worked his way down Alasdair's body, often kissing, sometimes
licking or nibbling with his lips. He thrust his face into Alasdair's
armpits, and was further aroused by the aroma of the young man beginning to
predominate over the scent of the soap from their showering. He also paid
special attention to the nipples.  As he worked his way down Alasdair's
body, he moved backward.  He was no longer able to keep their cocks in the
light contact, so he let the tip of his hardened cock rub along the legs of
the man beneath.

The sounds coming from Alasdair assured Ben that what he was doing was more
than just causing pleasure. Ben continued downwards until he could feel
Alasdair's hard cock beneath his chin. He glanced up into Alasdair's eyes
and grinned. He was rewarded with a smile of utter bliss from Alasdair.
Ben now pushed his face into Alasdair's groin, using his nose as well as
his tongue and lips. He gently licked all round the base of Alasdair's
cock, and licked his balls.  Then he ran the tip of his tongue up from the
base of the cock to the very top. This made Alasdair squirm with
pleasure. Ben repeated this several times before putting the cock into his
mouth.  Ben knew, from previous experience, that Alasdair must be close to
his climax. He did not want this to happen too soon.  After five or six
sucks up the length of the cock, he stopped and played his tongue on
Alasdair's balls. This had the desired effect of continuing to give
pleasure, while not pushing him towards his climax. Ben did this several
times, until Alasdair started to plead to let him reach his climax.  So Ben
continued sucking. Alasdair writhed around on the bed, flinging his head
from side to side, almost shouting with pleasure, as he shot his load into
Ben's mouth.  When they had recovered from their exertions, Alasdair turned
to Ben. "I never knew that it was possible to enjoy one's so much. When
I've tossed my self off, it has been good; but that!  That was several
divisions higher up the scale." He paused for a moment. "Does it just feel
as good as that the first time?"

"The first time is always special. You will always remember what has just
happened because of that. It is true some times it's better than others,
but there are always special times.  Often the longer the climax is delayed
the better it is.  Often it depends on the skill of who's doing what to
whom.  All sorts of things are involved. I'm sure you will enjoy it like
that many, many times."

"Can I try doing it to you?

"Only if you want to. You don't have to."

"I'd like to try."

"Some people find the whole idea of putting another man's cock in their
mouth rather difficult to accept. If you want to stop I'll understand."

Alasdair pushed Ben over on to his back, and began exactly as Ben had done;
though he was quicker in getting down to the really important part. He
found it strange to place his face so close to another man's genitals. He
was initially tentative in where he put his lips and thrust his tongue.
Encouraging words from Ben helped him along. Soon his put Ben's cock into
his mouth. He was careful to keep his teeth well away. He had not got Ben's
skill in knowing when the climax was approaching.

"You don't have to take my spunk in your mouth. I'll tell you when I'm
close, and then either you or I can finish the job by hand."

Very soon Ben said, "I'm nearly there!"

Alasdair kept his mouth there, and very quickly he felt the cock spasm, and
his mouth was filled with a liquid. To his surprise he liked the taste. He
swallowed and continued sucking. He felt the cock begin to go limp.

"Well done, young man. You did very well for a first time.  I hope you
enjoyed that too."

"Oh yes. It was great. I liked the taste too."

"Good. So you'd do it again.

"Yes. Do men taste different?"

"There is some difference. I think a lot depends on a man's diet. But don't
quote me on that, I am not really sure."

They lay for several minutes side by side, and then Alasdair went on to his
side, with his head resting on Ben's shoulder.  Ben held him close. They
continued to talk, but the intervals became longer. Then Ben heard the
rhythmic breathing of a sleeper. He smiled to himself, and was very soon he
too was asleep.

It was about four o'clock in the morning when Ben came to consciousness. He
sensed the body of another in his bed, and the memory of the night before
with the sensual young Scot called Alasdair came flooding into his
mind. ThroughIN the dim light through the curtains from the street outside
he could see that Alasdair had his back to him. Without thinking he
snuggled up to that naked back to that he felt its warm life against his
chest, stomach and thighs. Very quickly that part of the male anatomy over
which the owner has least control began to assert itself. His cock hardened
and was immediately pushing into Alasdair. Ben enjoyed the sensation so he
let it continue.

Then Alasdair came to consciousness. For a few seconds he wondered where he
was; before remembering that he was in the bed of a man called Ben, whom he
had met on the train that had been pulled from Waverely Station to King's
Cross by Mallard.  In a flash he recollected the pleasures earlier that
night, but almost immediately he felt Ben against his back, and the hard
cock pressing into the crevice of his buttocks. It did not take him long to
realise that he liked the sensation. He wanted more, but did not want to
disturb Ben if he was asleep. This seemed likely as Ben was so still, and
his breathing so regular.  He very slightly pushed his bottom back. Ben
responded by pushing his cock, and giving Alasdair's neck a light kiss.

"Are you awake?"

"Yes, I can feel something hard and alive pushing into me."

"Do you mind?"

"No. I like it." He pushed back.

Ben pulled back, and got a hand to Alasdair. He moved his finger along,
until he found the puckered opening. He played his finger over it.

"That feels good. I never realised that spot was so sexually sensitive."

"An erogenous zone." Ben pushed with his finger until it penetrated up to
the first joint. "Glad you like it." He continued to work with his finger,
and then slipped a second one in. "Still enjoying it?"

"Yes. But I'm thinking I would prefer something else in there; if it will
go."

Ben smiled to himself. "Yes, my friend, there is something else that will
go; and that something else would like to go."

"Your cock?"

"Yes. That is exactly where my cock would like to go. But if my cock is go
in there, I will need to prepare both your arse, and my cock."

"How?"

"I need to make your hole a bit bigger, and then I will have to oil it so
that my oiled cock can slide in smoothly and easily. Like Mallard's
pistons."

Alasdair gave a slight giggle. "I'd like you to try."

"Hold on a moment." Ben got out of bed, and went to where he had something
that would lubricate both the giver and the receiver. He got back onto the
bed. "This will feel cold for a moment or two. "But just keep as relaxed as
you can. The more relaxed you are the less it will hurt." He began to apply
the cold Vaseline.

"It does feel cold."

"Just relax." Soon Ben's fingers felt Alasdair relax. "I think it will be
easier if you kneel on the edge of the bed."  Ben soon had Alasdair placed
at the right height for easy entry.  Again with his fingers, and some more
Vaseline he lubricated and enlarged where he was to come. "Here goes." He
placed his cock on the target of the puckered hole and began to push. He
did not thrust in and out, but just gently and steadily pushed.

"That feels great. I think I am beginning to open up."

"Yes; very slowly I am getting further in. Say if it's hurting too much."

"It hurts a little, but I can bear it," came the muffled voice buried in
the bedclothes.

"Good lad. It always hurts the first time. It gets less."  Ben felt his
cock slipping steadily into Alasdair. "How's that?"

"Fine. You right in?"

"Yes, all the way." He kept still, enjoying the feel of Alasdair's buttocks
against him.

Alasdair took a deep breath. He was fully relaxed. "I never thought it
could feel so good."

Ben began to move the piston of his cock up and down.  There were several
noises of appreciation to encourage him.

"I wish I could watch you, and see your face."

"That can be arranged." He slowly withdrew his cock. "Now get on your back,
and pull your knees, up, so your bum is raised in the air.

In less than a minute Ben was pushing his cock back into Alasdair in this
new position.

Alasdair looked down between his leg and watched as Ben's cock went in and
almost out. "What a sight. It feels so good. I never thought it would feel
as good as this."  Ben managed to lean forward and place a kiss on
Alasdair's lips.  Alasdair now moved his legs so that they were grasping
Ben.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Yes. Make it last as long as you can."

"You'll feel sore in the morning."

"I don't care. That will go, I am sure."

"And then you'll be wanting more."

"And I'll be down in Plymouth."

"I'm sure there are men down there who'd love a session with you."

"You think so?"

"I'm sure so."

"I don't know how I'll find them."

"There is probably some downtown pub where men who like this go for a drink
and so on." At that moment he knew he was approaching the point of no
return. He began to thrust harder and quicker, and soon his cock was
pouring out its load deep into Alasdair.

Alasdair gave deep sigh. "To feel your cock shooting its load!  Feel every
part of it deep inside me!"

He gave Ben a dreamy smile.

"Now you will need to go and sit on the toilet to let it all out, otherwise
you will wake up and there will be a spunky mess everywhere."

"Hold it there for a little longer." He felt Ben's cock begin to go limp,
and eventually of its own accord it slipped out.  He got out of the bed and
made his way to the bathroom to do as he had been told. Ben followed to do
his necessary cleaning up.

While Alasdair sat, Ben stood stark naked looking at him.

"Quite a night?"

"Yes, quite a night!"

"Think you'll remember it?"

"Oh yes. I've discovered something important about myself tonight. I now
understand why I was not interested in girls.  I'm made to be interested in
boys, in men."

"You happy with that?"

"If it means more of what we've done tonight, I am more than happy."

They made their way back into the bedroom, and soon they were fast asleep
in each others arms.

Ben was again the first to wake. Carefully, without disturbing Alasdair, he
got out of the bed, and made his way to the bathroom and then to the
kitchen. He put the kettle on to made a cup of tea. He placed the tea
things on a tray and made his way back into the bedroom. His entry woke
Alasdair, who smiled.

"Did all those things happen last night, or was I just dreaming?"

"A lot did happen last night. A lot of sex. I don't know what you dreamt."

"The lot of sex was good." He stretched his arms and legs.  He saw the
tray, with Ben beginning to pour a cup of tea.  "Before I take any in I
need to let some out." He got out of bed, and Ben watched his naked back as
he went through into the bathroom.

Ben looked at Alasdair as he came back into the bedroom.  "You've got a
wonderful body. I wish you were staying for a week."

"So do I. But if I don't arrive in Plymouth today they'll be sending out a
search party." He came over and gave Ben a kiss.

Ben's hand felt Alasdair's back and buttocks.

"Ben, can I ask a favour?"

"You can ask. Depends what it is as to whether I say yes."

"I would like..... can I do to you what you did to me in the middle of the
night?"

Ben gave Alasdair a kiss. "If that's what you want, certainly you may. Have
a cup of tea first."

They stood close together, parts of their bodies touching, exchanging
kisses, as their cups of tea cooled, and were then drunk.

"How do you want me?"

"What other positions are there?"

"Quite a number. I could be flat on my front, that is a bit difficult to
penetrate. I can kneel doggie fashion rather like we did it first of
all. There's on our sides, again a bit difficult to get in."

"I think I'd like to do it as we ended up, so we can look at each other."

"Fine. And you can lubricate me with your fingers. You might as well get to
know how to do that." Ben handed Alasdair a jar of a white cream, and got
on the bed getting into position.

Alasdair was a little shy at first about putting his fingers around and
into Ben.

"Don't worry. Get two or three fingers in, and try to open me up with
them. Then put the stuff on your cock."

Alasdair did as instructed, and placed his cock head on Ben's puckered
entry.

"Now just push. Slowly, just keep the same pressure, and you will feel me
open up."

Ben had had a number of cocks inside him over the years, so Alasdair found
it fairly easy to slide his cock into Ben.  Ben smiled as he saw the look
of sheer pleasure on Alasdair's face. "A lot of first times for you in the
last twelve hours!"

"I know. I just hope they are not first and last times."

"I'm sure they won't be."

Alasdair was young, he was inexperienced, so it was not long before he lost
control. With a couple of hard deep thrusts his cock went into spasm and
his third load of spunk came pouring out, this time deep into Ben's
bowels. He held position gasping for breath. "Now you'll have to go and sit
of the lavatory."

Ben laughed. "That was good. You're going to give a lot of men a lot of
pleasure if you keep on doing it like that."

"But I shot my load too quickly."

"Maybe. But you'll soon learn to control that. If you keep at it, you'll be
staying inside some lucky man for an hour or so."

"You think so?"

"Yes."

They moved into the bathroom where the usual morning rituals were
performed. Ben finished first and after he had dressed went through to the
kitchen to prepare some breakfast.  Soon the smell of frying bacon and eggs
was wafting through the apartment.

"Have you got to go into work today?" asked Alasdair as he came into the
kitchen.

"No. I was expecting to be travelling down from Edinburgh sometime today. I
may go in later. What are your plans?"

"I must get down to Plymouth today."

"I know. We'll have a leisurely breakfast, and then I'll ring for a taxi
and come with you to Waterloo, and then take it on to where I work."

They took their time over the meal, and sat talking.  Sometimes about the
activities during the night, but more often on the every day trivia of
life.

It was just after ten o'clock when they made a move.  Alasdair packed his
bag, while Ben rang for the taxi.

They stood facing each other, waiting for the door bell to ring announcing
the taxi.

"Thanks Ben, thanks for everything."

"Thank you. I enjoyed every moment."

They put their arms round each other and hugged.

Then the door bell rang, and they made their way down to the taxi.

They held hands out of sight of the driver. Conversation was difficult.
Very soon the taxi was drawing up to Waterloo Station.

"Do you realise," said Ben, "that if Mallard had not been pulling the train
yesterday afternoon last night may well not have happened."

"Yes."  They squeezed hands, and Ben got out of the taxi. He turned back
with a broad grin on his face. "Thanks Ben, for everything. And thanks to
Mallard too."

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