Date: Tue, 1 Mar 2016 20:37:29 +0100
From: J a skehan <jaskejr@hotmail.com>
Subject: My First European Train

ok, here's another on for you. I was saddened to learn of the passing of
Miquel Sanchez. His stories inspired me to write.

Welcome to my world. This story is 60% fiction and the other 40% you can
guess. It is a story of sex between consenting adult males. If this offends
you or is illegal where you live leave now.  if you are underage leave
now. If you're still here, unzip and enjoy. Remember that nifty needs our
support to keep going and giving us the pleasure we deserve. Please
contributeat nifty.org. Comments are welcomed: jaskejr@hotmail.com

I'd like to dedicate this story to another nifty writer, the late Miquel
Sanchez. His stories gave me,and I'm sure others, the courage to add our
own work to the nifty archive. All of us will miss Miquel. His work
demonstrated the highest quality and still managed to stimulate.

The amazing first time European train ride

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I'd gotten tired of DC and it's uptight scene. You were either in politics
or government. Your status depended on how close to the top you were. Not
being in either and having only recently grabbed the first job I was
offered, as a private school teacher, I was pretty much outside of the
ladder of interest. At the time I had little sexual experience aside from
mutual jack off session with a college friend. I still lived with my
parents. It was a situation "You live in my house under my rules!" At that
time I knew of few gay places. My limited choices were not rewarding

  I was fortunate to be in an exclusive private school. The parents were
active in their sons' education (yes,in those days high schools were
segregated by sex). Most of the parents were in the upper strata of
professional life but still very nice to the teaching staff. I often was
invited to dinner at the students' homes. It provided me with a social
life, although a limited one.

  It was the beginning of the spring break and one student's parents had
invited me to dinner. Chad was an only child so was the focus of his
parents lives, aside from their work. He was a handsome, blond teen. He
excelled at sports, being a top star of the track team. We talked of his
success in sports and the classroom.

  After supper, over coffee and cognac, his father asked me about my plans
for the summer. I hadn't actually thought that far so I admitted that I had
no plans. We talked for a little while longer. Chad had been excused to go
to his room by that point. His mother asked if I'd ever been out of the
country or wanted to see other places. I admitted that it had been a dream
of mine to go to Europe.

  Chad's father explained that the governing board of the school and the
alumni had established a fund to provide for teachers at the school to
travel abroad during the summer to gain experience that would benefit the
students. If I was interested the Chad could bring me more information. I
agreed that the idea did interest me. His father told me something that I
didn't know. Chad had told him that I was a very popular younger teacher.

  A few days later Chad came to my classroom at the end of the day. He
handed a packet of information and an application form. As I read over it
over he waited and I became more excited. Chad assured me that I'd get it
since his father was on the selection committee.

 In the beginning of May I received a letter informing me that I'd been
selected. The grant came with a stipend for expenses, and a paid summer
session in either London or Dublin. I was over the moon! I sent a thank you
to the committee and a special one to Chad's father. I'd not told my
parents of the chance that I would go. They were surprised and urged me to
quickly get my passport. They agreed to pay for my airfare even though I
knew that they had little money to spare. I searched for the cheapest
airfare and found one that would take me to Luxemburg. Hey, it was in
Europe and I could go on from there.

  The first week of June arrived, the end of the school term. I said my
farewells to my students and the staff. I knew that 3 days later I'd be off
to Europe. I'd decided Dublin would be my choice of a place to study.
Arrangements had been made with the university there. I'd managed to save a
small sum which I knew I'd need for some travel expenses. I'd bought a rail
pass and mapped out how I would spend the 2 weeks before I was due in
Dublin. I'd researched hostels where I might stay. I was ready!

  My departure day finally arrived. My father drove me to the airport. He
told me to call if I needed anything. I was flying on Icelandair going by
way of Iceland where I'd have a free layover. I boarded the plane, found my
seat,and settled in for the first part of my trip- the 5 hours to Iceland.

  After a smooth take off dinner was served. The cabin attendants were all
male and young. One particular one, Gus, took an interest in my comfort.
Since my row was empty, after the meal service he brought me a cognac and
sat down to talk. I explained that it was my first trip to Europe and that
I would be going to Dublin to study for the summer. I also told him that
I'd taken advantage of the layovers to see some of Iceland. He assured me
that I'd enjoy myself since I'd be staying at the same hotel as the flight
crew. As he talked he ran his hand up my leg until he reached my crotch. I
didn't know how to react. When he stood to go back to his cabin station Gus
put a blanket over me so that I could sleep. As he did so he grabbed my now
hard cock. I slept, dreaming of the adventures I might have in Europe if
this was the first sign.

 My 48 hour layover was spent adjusting to the time difference and getting
used to the fact that in summer the sun never quite sets in Iceland. People
were out partying until all hours. Gus and 2 other cabin staff took me to
the popular hot springs where we swam naked. I admired the gorgeous bodies
arround me. The men were handsome in a very Nordic way with their long,
uncut cocks freely dangling for all to see. I felt inadequate next to these
blond, Nordic gods. We ended my first night drinking the local beer until
late.

Part 2

My layover ended before I'd had a chance to explore sex with Gus. He had
flown out the next day on a flight back to the US. I was awakened early in
the morning and shuttled off to the airport for my 3 hour flight to
Luxemburg. Landing I discovered what small country meant. The airport was
served by just 2 airlines with only 6 flights a day. The terminal was a
world war 2 hut. Luckily, being a small airport, the formalities were over
quickly and we all were boarded on a bus for the short ride to the central
station in the city.

  I got my rail pass validated and waited to find the correct trains for my
journey. The rail staff was very helpful. I told them that I'd like to get
to Copenhagen. They explained that the best connections would be via
Brussels and then an overnight train. I made all the arrangements and soon
boarded the slow train to Brussels. Once there I checked my bags in a
locker and explored the city for a few hours. I returned to the station in
time to grab a sandwich and bottled water. My train was leaving in less
than 40 minuutes so I went to the platform to wait. I noticed that there
were lots of military waiting also. After all Brussels is the NATO
headquarters. Service men of many nations were waiting for trains. I
decided that I'd better stock up on beer and more sandwiches while we
waited.

  The train arrived and I was directed to my sleeping car. I noticed that
there were four berths in the compartment and wondered who would join
me. Just before the scheduled departure time 2 military guys, German
soldiers, entered the compartment. They both spoke some English and we
exchanged small talk as the train pulled out. We managed to talk using
their English and my little German. I explained that I was on my way to
summer school in Dublin and had decided to see some of Europe.They were
bound for a base in the north of Germany.

 An hour into the trip the conductor came to check our tickets. They were
going to Hamburg, an early morning stop. The conductor explained that there
would be only 2 stops during the night to discharge passengers and we would
have the compartment to ourselves. When he left he closed the curtains that
covered the windows on the aisle and wished us a good night.

  We then talked some more. We shared our food and they produced 2 bottles
of strong German wine. We drank and talked until it was time for sleep. I
was a bit dizzy from the wine and time adjustment. I crawled into the lower
bunk after stripping to my underwear. The soldiers stripped naked to
sleep. I got a glimpse of their long uncut cocks. They were both tall
Germans and not shy about their bodies. They talked in German among
themselves as they prepared for bed. The motion of the train soon had me
asleep. It had been a long day.

  My sleep was interrupted by moanng sounds. I turned over to face the
space between our bunks. There one of the soldiers was on his knees sucking
his companion. I got instantly hard and grabbed my cloth covered cock to
jerk. I suppose that I was not quiet because they soon stopped. Both stood
and walked the few feet to my bunk. One reached down, replacing my hand
with his own. He stroked me while his buddy brought his skin covered cock
to my lips. I opened my mouth to speak but the cock entered instead. My
underwear was quickly removed and I was pulled up to a standing
position. The soldier who'd been fondling me was now on his knees in front
sucking me. His friend came up behind me and licked my neck. I'd never felt
so alive.

  I was quickly bent over, grabbing the upper bunk with one hand. One of
them was now kissing me deeply with a building passion. The other one was
at my naked ass, licking up and down my crack. They soon built up a
rhythm. I felt the stiff cock in front of me pushing against my own. I
moaned with a desire that I didn't know I had. We rubbed out swollen cocks
against each other, bringing both to the edge of an explosion.

 But the man behind me had other ideas. I felt a cold gel being applied to
my crack and then a lubed finger pushing into my bowels. In a short minute
he had gained access to my body with 2 fingers. He reached over to nibble
on my ear as his friend dropped to his knees to suck my now very hard
cock. Hands moved over my chest to find my nipples. Playing with these
brought a deep moan of lust from me.

 Sliding his arms back around, my waist was grabbed by the taller one and
bent without the other's mouth ever leaving my cock. I felt a little
pressure at first, then a sharp pain as my virginity was taken from me. It
only lasted a few minutes until I felt the pubic hair of the invader
brushing against my ass. Both paused for a few minutes while they
stimulated my nipples and I got used to the invading cock.

 When I moaned and pushed back, the full assault began. My initial pain had
been replaced with a lusting pleasure. I could not get enough of the
invading tool. My fucker did not last long. I felt him stiffen and jerk as
he filled me. He soon pulled out only to be replaced by his buddy. It was
then that I saw the size of the hard German cock that had taken me. It had
to be 10"! I knew then that my life had changed.

  The second cock that entered me had a easy time since I was well lubed by
his friend's cum. He was slower, more aware of my needs. As he pumped in
and out he kissed my neck and shoulders. His climax was sudden and long. I
felt the cock thicken and then push in as deep as he could go. He held me
tight against his chest as he flooded my ass. Finally, he pulled out and
turned me around. His buddy was bent over the lower bunk, ass up and
spread. A hand took my still stiff cock and quided me to the bunk and open
hole. A push on my ass propelled me forward and into the waiting hole.

  My body reacted to its' own natural instinct as I began pumping in and
out. A pair of arms encircled my chest, rubbing my erect nipples. Before I
realized it the stiff cock of the other German soldier had entered me. I
knew that I was in for a wild ride. We spent most of the night in various
sexual positions and combinations. I got no sleep that night. Between bouts
of sex we talked. I confessed that it was my first time taking a cock. They
both smiled, one whispered "Now you've been broken in by German
cock. Nothing else will ever satisfy you."

  At dawn the train conductor returned and announced that Hamburg central
station would be the next stop in 10 minutes. He did not seem surprised to
see three naked men sprawled out in the compartment. The soldiers rapidly
dressed, kissed me good bye and thanked me for a wonderful night. I thanked
them for taking my virginity.

  The Hamburg stop was not long. The next stop, in an hour, would be for
the ferry to Denmark. I took the time to go to the bathroom to clean up. I
was just finishing when the door suddenly opened and a youngish boy
entered. Without a word he fell to his knees, unzipped my pants and
swallowed my cock. It didn't take me long to cum. He thanked me and zipped
me up before leaving. I returned to my compartment.

  Before we arrived at the ferry depot, the conductor came around to
explain to me what would need to be done. I'd not opened the curtains, so
he stood in the doorway talking. As he talked, he rubbed his crotch until
his stiff cock became very visible. I went to my knees when I saw this. He
walked in, locking the door behind him. He had a moderate sized cock. It
would be easy to swallow him and I did so immediately. The motion of the
train forced his cock into my throat and with a sudden jerk of the train he
was deep into my throat. I used my tongue to lick his cock and then sucked
harder as I felt him stiffen. His stifled cries were music to my ears. Shot
after shot of his cum went down my throat. When he finally stopped dumping
his load, I licked his cock clean. He thanked me and wished me a pleasant
trip.

  And so I had my awakening to my true nature as a gay man. I was ready for
any adventure that would await me in the next 8 weeks.


Thanks again for reading this story. Remember that Nifty needs the support
of all of its readers to carry on. Thank you again Miquel for your courage
and inspiration.