From: an102757@anon.penet.fi
Reply-To: an102757@anon.penet.fi
Date: Mon, 18 Jul 1994 21:23:45 UTC
Subject: The Train (m/m)

The Train
by Onan

Chapter 1

     This was a new experience for me. I been on trains before, of
course, but never for trips longer than a few hours. I would be on
this train for a full four days before getting off, and it promised
to be quite an adventure.

     I found my cabin quite easily and discovered the porter had
already delivered my bags there. The train wasn't due to leave for
half an hour so I decided to explore the train.

     As I opened the door I felt it bang against something. Looking
behind it, I found I had just knocked the head of a red-headed lad
who was walking down the corridor.

     "I'm sorry," I said to him as he rubbed his head.

     "It's alright," he replied with a cultured English accent. "I
should look more carefully where I'm going. It seems we are to be
neighbours for this trip. My name is Gareth." He held out his hand
to me.

     I shook his hand, replying, "Your cabin is next door? I'm
Harry. I was just going to have a look around, to find out where
the dining car is."

     "I've just come from a wander around the place, but the porter
asked me to wait in my cabin until the train was underway."

     "Oh, I see. Well there's no point in aggravating the porter
before we even start this trip, so we might as well wait. Would you
like to come in my cabin?"

     Gareth was agreeable, so we re-entered my room. I began
looking through my luggage to find a few bottles I had stowed away.

     "Would you like a drink?" I asked him. "I have some beer that
shouldn't be too warm."

     "Yes, please. That is precisely what I was hunting for when
the porter demanded my absence."

     I handed him a beer and said, "If you'll pardon my
ungentlemanly question, How old are you?"

     He looked up sheepishly and replied, "Eighteen, actually.
Should I return the beer?"

     I laughed. "No, eighteen is close enough, as long as you don't
turn me in for contributing to the delinquency of a minor."

     "Not bloody likely!"

     We discussed our various reasons for the trip we were taking,
and it turned out that he was on his way to meet his parents in New
York to take a ship across the Atlantic to his native England. His
folks, he told me, were paranoically afraid of airplanes, and
wouldn't even allow him to fly because of their fear.

     Soon after our second beer was finished, the train started
moving. It was already 5:00 PM, and we both were in the first
sitting for dinner, so we searched for the dining car.

     I was surprised to find that most of the people in the car
were dressed up. Gareth and I were hardly out of place in our cords
and shirts, but if I had been wearing my more usual casual wear, I
would have felt uncomfortable.

     After dinner, we were both pretty tired, so each went to his
own cabin for the night. I undressed and lay on the tiny bed in the
room and soon the rhythm of the train beating on the tracks had
lulled me to sleep.


The Train
Chapter 2

     I dreamt that I was standing in a room where two men were
leaning against opposite walls, totally naked. The man on my
right was a dark haired, swarthy type, with his hand wrapped
around his enormous stiff cock, beating it regularly and
rhythmically. The  man opposite him was a blond, hairy jock with
a thick short dick that he was stroking in counterpoint to his
opposite. Beat-beat, beat-beat. I felt a burning in my crotch. As
I looked down, my penis had grown to twice its size, the head
throbbing visibly with each beat of my heart. Throb-throb, throb-
throb. Reflexively I grabbed it, pumping my arm up and down. The
others with me were staring at each other's hands as they worked
their respective meat. They started to moan quietly as the three
of us stood there, me staring at them, them staring at each
other, all of us massaging pleasure into our cocks. 

     We jerked in sequence, first the dark haired man, then the
jock, then me. Beat-beat-beat, beat-beat-beat. All of a sudden,
both of them screamed at the top of their voices, and gallons of
come spewed out of their organs, splashing each other with hot
jism.

     I sat up in bed with the train whistle shrill in my ears.
After it subsided, I could hear my heart pounding in time with
the train wheels running over the tracks. I could easily explain
away the dream form the sounds I heard, and my cock, while not as
big as I dreamed it was, was rock hard and itching for relief.

     I stood up and was leaning against the wall opposite my bed,
gently stroking my bulging salami when I thought I heard the
moaning of my dream jerkers. I froze and listened, and realized
that the sound was coming through the wall I was leaning against!
I could hear Gareth moaning in his room as he engaged in the best
form of sex you can have on your own.

     Through the moaning I could hear the machine gun fire
rapidity of Gareth's hand against his crotch as he ground
pleasure out of his cock.

     "Suck on it man," I heard him whisper. "Eat it baby."

     I imagined what he looked like, lying on his bed, thinking
he was completely private. My cock jumped and I nearly came as
the thrill of the secret eavesdropping ran through my body and my
hand stretched the skin of my dick over my head.

     "Take it all in." Gareth whispered to himself and with a
final grunt the sounds stopped.

     I could feel the build up in my own crotch, and a few
strokes later, the juices released and spewed onto the floor.  I
fell onto my knees and a second round of cum ejected itself in
front of me.



     I met Gareth the next day at breakfast. He asked me if I
slept well.

     "I found the rhythmic pounding quite soothing." I said,
grinning.

     Gareth looked surprised and a little worried, but was
admitting nothing. "I slept deeply after a little exercise" he
said guardedly. "There isn't much room in those cabins."


The Train
Chapter 3

     Later that day, after dinner, we decided to play a game of
Scrabble. I stopped by the rest room in the dining car and Gareth
went on ahead to change. I had made it to my room and was in my
underwear searching for a pair of shorts and a T-shirt when
Gareth knocked on the door. I grinned and stroked my groin to get
the blood flowing.

     "Come in, it's open." I yelled.

     Gareth opened the door and saw me in semi-dishabille. "I'm
sorry," he said, "I thought you said to come in."

     "It's alright," I replied, pulling on the shirt I had just
found. "Why don't you get out the Scrabble game while I find some
clothes. It's under the table here."

     I could see that he was trying not to be seen looking at the
bulge in my Y-fronts caused by my semi-hard phallus, which is why
I had offered him the chance to get a good look while he was
under the table I was standing in front of.

     On his hands and knees under me, I caught a glimpse of the
top of his buttocks as his silky green jogging shorts rode down
his hips.

     I slipped into my shorts as he stood up with the game in his
hands. The suitcase was taken off the table and we re-arranged
the room so that the chair was across the table from the bed. It
was a tight squeeze but we managed.

     "You were right when you said these were small." I
commented, sitting on the chair as he sat on the bed. "It might
get pretty close in here."

     We chose our letters to see who went first and I came up
with an 'e' while Gareth had a 'g'. After pulling our letters I
was surprised to find my first word spelt out in front of me.

     "That was easy," I said placing the word 'EXCITE' on the
board. "A quick 32 points."

     "I see this isn't going to be easy," said Gareth. After a
couple of minutes he came up with 'EAGER'.

     "I sure hope you are!" I thought to myself. I looked over at
him intently studying his letters. I could feel the heat in my
groin building as I watched him. Turning my attention to my
letters, I found the very thing I was looking for.

     "Now here's a good word." I said, spelling out 'ORGASM'.

     Gareth blushed slightly, adding fuel to the fire of my lust.
He looked up from his letters just as I was trying to casually
move my ever-hardening dick into a more comfortable position.
Quickly, he looked back down.

     "Hah! I've got you now. This will bring me up to 58 points
against your 44." I watched as he put down the word 'SQUEEZE'.

     I was beginning to think I might win after all, even if he
did end up with a higher score. As I stared at my tiles, he
stared at the obvious bulge in my shorts. I tried to boost his
desire as well as my score.

     "'ONANISM'?" he asked. "What is that?"

     "It's a biblical term for masturbation. I thought you might
be acquainted with the concept if not the word."

     He giggled nervously, leaning forward on the bed to conceal
his own excitement. He kept looking up at my crotch, down to his
own, and even occasionally at his letters.

     After a few minutes I asked him if he wanted help.

     "No," he said, "I have a word, it's just not worth much." He
put his A, U, and S around the N of my last word.

     "Better watch out," I said, "you're only beating me by one
point. This might give you a chance though."

     I put my word on the board, opening up a triple word score.
"I know its dangerous but I couldn't resist putting my 'PENIS'
against your 'ANUS'"

     He coughed a nervous cough, and quickly put down his next
word. "'PUCKER'" he told me. "The blank is a 'C'" He put the bag
of letters in his lap and search somewhat overzealously for more
letters, digging in deep.

     I had my word ready. I placed 'CARNAL' on the board,
watching Gareth as he looked at it, my cock, which was
threatening to tear my pants, and back to the word again. I could
tell he was a little apprehensive about the situation.

     He had totally lost his concentration. His hand kept
gravitating to his groin to give himself a quick rub under the
guise of a scratch, and he could hardly keep his eyes off of my
dick.

     I offered my help again, but he turned it down. "I know
there's something out there for me if I just do the right thing."

     "I wouldn't worry about it," I told him. "I'm a pretty easy-
going guy." He relaxed. "Besides, you're already ten points ahead
of me and you're one word behind." He looked at me totally
confused for a second, then remembered the game. He looked at his
tiles.

     "I've got it!" he yelled. "My word is 'RANDY'! That brings
me to 111." He seemed pretty pleased with himself.

     I laid out my word immediately. "The 7 points for 'YEARN'
brings me to 92. I'm not so far behind."

     Again I waited as he glanced around at my dick, his letters,
his dick, the board. For the third time I offered my help.

     "I guess so." he replied. I moved over beside him on the
bed. His letters were laid out alphabetically; 'CEINORT'.

     I saw the word immediately. I placed my hand on the inside
of his thigh. "Its been staring you in the face for some time
now." I told him. "Sitting in your lap for quite a while." Gently
my hand moved up his leg, pushing the satin shorts up higher. "Do
you see it yet?"

     He placed his hand on the tube in my shorts. "I seem to be
having some difficulty concentrating." he said.

     "Maybe we should postpone the game. You look a little
flushed. Are you hot?"

     He was definitely hot. I slipped my arms under his shirt and
pulled it over his head, gliding my hands down his torso when it
was off. They came to rest on his waistband. He looked up at me
as I tugged on it.

     I smiled and grabbed at his buns as I pulled his shorts
down. He was naked underneath, and as his hard-on was released
from confinement, his unadulterated foreskin rolled slowly back
to expose the head.

     "That is beautiful," I told him as I grasped him at the base
of his pillar and stroked him upward. A quick intake of breath
from Gareth was all the warning I had before I felt the
convulsion in my hand and his hot juice shot out over his leg.

     "My, you don't waste any time!" I marvelled.

     "I'm sorry," he said, "I'm not really used to this type of
thing."

     I reassured him and scooped his essence onto my fingers,
touching the tip of my tongue to the fluid. Kneeling in front of
him, I gently spread his thickening semen over his lips, and then
began licking them, finally pressing my lips to his, our tongues
wrapped around each other, with the salty musty taste of his cum
permeating our mouths.

     I broke off our embrace, and as he leaned back I moved my
head downward to suck on his firm pecs, titillating his erecting
nipples with my tongue. As I glided further down his torso,
towards the shaft that had never really lost its vigour, he
massaged my neck and spread his legs to give me clear access to
his six inch long phallus which had retreated into the protection
of his foreskin.

     I took the head in my mouth and slipped my tongue between
the sensitive nerve endings of the tip and the semen smeared
foreskin. I could feel the blood pumping in him as his dick
sprang to life in my mouth.

     His legs wrapped around me and he kicked off his shoes.
Moving his legs in front of me again he brought his foot around
to my groin and gently stroked my hard-on through my shorts with
the ball of his bare foot.

     I pulled my mouth off his cock and stood up to drop my
shorts. He knelt down in front of me and pulled at my shorts, and
with a little assistance, had soon freed my aching boner from its
constriction. With deliberate delicateness, he traced rings
around my circumcision scar with his index finger.

     Having forgotten my mission at the Pillar of Flesh, I
groaned with pleasure and lay down. He kelt beside me, his
buttocks almost in my face and his practised hands stroked jolts
of electric desire into my cock.

     The tempo of his ministrations increased and my breath
became short as I felt the tensions building. I turned my head
and licked at the indentation of his tensed ass-cheeks. He got
the idea and moved over me so his balls were resting on my chin.
I lifted my head up licked between his his legs, stretching to
get my tongue between his cheeks.

     His hand still squeezing the shaft of my cock, he opened his
mouth and stuck out his tongue, sliding it slowly over the slit
of my cockhead, which glistened with pre-cum.

     I lay my head back down on the floor, and he shifted again,
moving his knees back and pointing his cock down towards my face.
I reached up with one hand to stroke his butt and took his cock
in the other guiding it into my mouth. I slid back his foreskin
and licked the hot purple ball of his head.

     He was still pumping me and with the other hand he began to
play with my scrotum, lightly stretching the skin and hefting my
balls in his hand, squeezing one, then the other, all the time
stroking my cock firmly in his hand.

     I could feel the onset of orgasm as I sucked with all my
might, pulling him into my mouth. The slight tickling at the base
of my cock was changing into an inexorable pressure. I tried to
relax and prolong the pleasure, but his insistent massaging was
electrifying my whole body. I couldn't take it any more and gave
in.

     A spasm racked my body and I choked on his rod as I felt the
juices of my orgasm splash my chest. With renewed energy I sucked
on his magnificent prick, and as a second wave of orgasmic
contractions shook my groin, he cried out and the familiar taste
of his rich jism filled my mouth. He lost his grip on my still-
spurting member so I took over where he left off, fucking my hand
while he let out a long low moan, punctuated by gasps as more of
his tart, viscous sperm pumped into my mouth and I swallowed it.

     We got up off the floor and lay down together on the tiny
bed, arms and legs entwined.  We didn't talk much, and he soon
fell asleep. After a while, with the caress of his warm breath on
my face, I dozed off.