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Subject: The Grove. chapter 6. A gay male saga.
Date: 27 Apr 1995 23:05:00 -0400
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6. 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."  "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 expresso
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 estate, 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.