Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2015 17:55:02 +0100
From: John skehan <jaskejr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Busman's Holiday 4

Busman's Holiday 4

jas

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  The next morning after the wild party in the basement of the Anco, I got
up early,a bit hungover, to get my train to Hanover and then on to the gay
resort.  I arrived at the central station with a few minutes to spare. I
got a coffee and went to the designated platform. The train arrived and I
found a seat in the second class compartment. I knew that it was easier to
meet people in second class. I was the only occupant until just before our
departure when a young man entered to take the seat opposite mine. He
pulled out a textbook in English and began to read. I noticed the text so I
asked . "Do you study English?" He looked up at me with a brillant smile,
before speaking softly, " Yes, I've been in a study program at the
university in Hanover."

   We sat in silence for the next hour while he read his book. I spent the
time looking at his trim body. He seemed to be in his early twenties with a
nice swimmer's build under his t-shirt and loose shorts. His longsh
blodhair falling over his eyes. I noticed hs hairy blond legs and muscular
arms. At some point he opened his legs to get more comfortable and I could
look up the leg to see he was wearing light blue briefs. I was having a
difficult time contraining my growing hardon. I finally gave up my efforts
and adjusted myself so that it was more comfortable and also obvious. He
looked up from his book and smiled at my obvious difficulty. "We all get
that way sometimes." he said in a matter of fact way. I suddenly relaxed
and opened my legs to fully expose my hard cock. He smiled and softly said
"I like it!" as he tugged on his own hardon. We stared intently at each
other as our hands grasped our erections. Each of us signaling our needs
and willingness to have those needs satisfied. We had another 2 hours in
our journey.

    At the next station a young couple joined us in our compartment. We all
exchanged greetings. My young friend looked at me with an anxious, pleading
look of lust in his eyes. I nodded and smiled at his situation. His hard
cock was still evident in his shorts. I motioned slightly with my eyes
towards the door to the compartment. Within three minutes he excused
himself to go to the bathroom at the end of the car. I waited for a few
more minutes before I too excused myself.

  As I stood in the corridor of the train I saw him standing by the door to
the bathroom. He nodded towards the door before going inside. I looked
around and there was apparently no on else near the bathroom. I quickly
made my way to the door. I gently pushed and it opened. I entered, locking
the door behind me. As I locked the door I noticed a familiar pair of
shorts on the hook by the door. I turned to find my young man naked from
the waist down with a stiff cock, so stiff that his foreskin had pull back
completely exposing an impressive red cock head. It was larger than I
exected. A drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip.

   It was a sight to behold. The boy's redish blond pubic hair had been
neatly trimmed, making his cock seem all the larger. I bent over letting my
tongue lap up the now gushing pre-cum from his cock head. He moaned his
appreciation and grasped my head, forcing more of his cock into my mouth.
I sucked like a hungry calf at his mother's teat. I tasted his salty sweet
juices for only a minute before he pulled me from his sweet cock. He pulled
me up into a deep french kiss. Out tongues battled each other as he fumbled
to get my pants down. At last he freed my stiff cock and began stroking it
as we kissed. I felt the excitement of our forbidden love making n this
almost public space. His eager hand grabbed my ass and pulled me into
him. Our cocks pressed against each other, out pre-cum making both
slippery.

  When he could no longer stand the sexual tension, he turned offering me a
condom and his ass. I tossed the condom aside and pushed my cock head up
against his tight hole. He pushed back eagerly, trying to capture me in his
love tunnel. I offered little resistance and pushed hard into him, bursting
past his splinter and feeling his inner warmth engulf me penetrating
weapon. In no time I set a steady pace which was matched by his own thrusts
back on me. In just a few minutes I felt my own juices moving to exit from
my cock. I paused, reached around and grabbed his cock. He steadied himself
on the sink as I resumed my assault on his ass. It was a fast and furious
fuck. I was a stallion on my mare. This boy wanted me deep inside him. I
felt my impending orgasm just as his cock shot out his cum over my
fingers. His ass muscles grasped tightly around my cock as he shot. The
tightness caused me to thrust one more time deeply into his bowels.  I
intended to plant my seed far up into his body. I filled him with six
strong shots of my cum as I pressed as deep as I could into him. I wanted
to breed his hot Dutch ass, to leave my seed inside of him.

  We both stood there catching our breath for a minute before I slipped out
of his hole. He immediately turned, dropped to his knees to clean my cock
and suck out any remaining juice of my love offering. Cleaned up now I
quickly dressed and slipped out of the bathroom. Instead of returning to
the compartment I headed for the cafe car, giving him time to clean up and
dress. I waited in the cafe car, drinking a coffee. After twenty minutes I
returned to the compartment with two sodas. I offered one to my recent fuck
toy. He blushed as he accepted it, touching my hand ever so slightly.

  For the remainder of the trip we talked casually about the passing scene
outside of the train. As the conductor announced out arrival in Hanover, we
all stood to grab our bags in readiness to get off. As we stood in the
corridor with the other passengers I asked him if he could help me to find
the local train to the small town where the gay resort was located. He
recognized the name of the town and agreed. Once off the train as we walked
to the end of the platform he handed me a slip of paper with his name,
address, and cell number. At the end we stood looking at the departure
board to find my train. Before we parted he asked me to call him if I were
returning via Hanover. He said that he'd like to meet me again and perhaps
introduce me to some of his friends at the university. I looked deeply into
his eyes saying "Is that all?" He nodded "no" and winked at me. We parted
with a long handshake and a friendly hug.