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     well used Unregistered guest Posted From: 121.223.141.6 Rating: N/A |
No fantasy but some might think so i lived in middle east and there was never a shortage of cock i got to know many Indian Pakistani and Pathan men there.I used to meet up with a couple of guys each week until they said they had some friends who would also like to fuck me , well the day came i went to meet them and they took me to a room and said they would come in one at a time as they never do it in front of each other also they are straight guys just no women to fuck so any hole will do for them , I had big bag of condoms and then it started , It went on for ages some really big hairy guys and some very big thick cocks no foreplay just fuck my ass shoot and go , well at the end of the day i counted the rubbers 22 in total was amazing and i did that a few times never as many but i was never short of cocks as word got around about a white guy who liked to be fucked , was a great time i was there for 2 years | ||
| nawtyboi30 Unregistered guest Posted From: 79.135.207.155 Rating: N/A |
Being with a group of much older men 50+ they are all side by side on their knees and I work my way down the line giving them all rimbjobs, then they lie on their backs, dicks in the air and I work my way down the line and ride every old dick till it drops off, then I get on my knees and they line up and piss in my mouth and I swllow it all, id love to make it reality, there must be some horny old geezers on here who want to do this to a younger man. | ||
| Rigger Moderator Username: Rigger Post Number: 508 Registered: 03-2003 Rating: N/A |
Yes - stayed at UJC many times. Was best before the rebuild - likewise Victory Club near Marble Arch. The OHMS series in my Stories is based on UJC | ||
| youngpup Unregistered guest Posted From: 82.23.56.213 Rating: N/A |
Hi Rigger. Thxs Enjoy your writings. Heard stories about the old UJC in Waterloo - did you ever stay there or in others? | ||
| Rigger Moderator Username: Rigger Post Number: 505 Registered: 03-2003 Rating: N/A |
Youngpup - included a bit about those trains is my stories See: http://boards.gaybod.com/cgi-bin/discus/show.pl?tpc=689&post=298365#POST298365 Also a complete story about Compartment trains at http://boards.gaybod.com/cgi-bin/discus/show.pl?tpc=689&post=298708#POST298708 (Message edited by rigger on March 26, 2010) | ||
| youngpup Unregistered guest Posted From: 82.23.56.213 Rating: |
Just seen for first time. I remember an older sailor once told me about the trains to scotland that used to have small compartments. Guys would opt for those with other servicemen. When the train started often someone would pull the blinds & remove the lightbulbs so they could sleep. It was really an excuse as hands could wander unseen by the rest of the compartment. If there was only one or a few, they would pull down the blinds & lie on the seats so that it looked full if someone opened the door. If anyone got hard when his bulge was touched he would either push the hand away or let the rest happen. It was also better than risking touching someone in your own unit. There was a pretty good chance that others would be aroused enough to join in. It was not usual for several to involved on the long journeys. Best of all he said was that it was surprising that the guy nextdoor would not object if you snuggled up to him with your head on his chest or lap even if he did not let anything further happen! | ||
| Enfield virgin Unregistered guest Posted From: 82.132.139.195 Rating: |
I dream of being away on a conference and encountering a hot, huge muscled guy in the bar in the evening after the session for the day. We chat a little about the conference, then we talk of other things. I can't take my eyes off his amazing arms and soon I get hard and have to fidget about to hide my erection. He sees my struggle and catches my eye, and gently puts his hand onmy thigh to reassure me. My mouth is so dry at this point I need another drink and go to get one. I can see in the mirror he is looking at my sweet virgin ass and I know I want him in all his muscled glory. We continue to chat and we get more and more touchy feely. Eventually he leans over and whispers his room number in my ear, his hot breath making me even harder. He leaves, turnns and smiles at me. I wait a couple of mins then get up, shaking at the thought of being with him. I get to his room and he opens the door. When I get in the room he is stripped to his pristine White briefs and his amazing body is there. He has a perfect bulge in his briefs and as we kiss deep, my hands reach for his stunning cock. His body is chiselled perfection and I can't touch it enough. Hands everywhere I lick his nipples and kiss his massive pecs. Work my way down to his briefs and he pulls them down to reveal a glistening 8" of hot black cock. I can't do anything but feel it and taste it all. It is so sweet and fat. I go to town on it, licking the length, teasing his slit and finally deep throating him. All the time he is telling me how good I am and how he's gonna fuck me good. He pulls me to him and kisses me, sharing his pre cum his massive arms holding me and groping my tight arse cheeks. He pushes over to the bed and flips me onto my belly. I instinctively raise my cherry ass in the air and he rubs, kneads and kisses my arse. Then he slowly licks my crack and sends me to heaven. Flicking and slurping my man cunt he tells me he wants to break me in. I whimper yes please in return. He puts me on my back and puts my feet on his shoulders and puts the tip next to my hole and the slight pressure sends me into spasm. I can't help but beg for it. He puts the head in and it feels like I'm going to hurst, but it passes soon and then I'm asking him to fuck me more and more. When I'm used to his cock I want to have him every way known to man. So he fucks me every way he knows how. Doggy, me riding him, but my favourite is missionary so he can pull my nipples and kiss me deep. My own cock is rock hard but untouched. Finally he says he needs to cum. So he kneels on the bed and I straddle him. My cock is rubbing on his perfect chest as I bounce on his beautiful cock and his arms grab my arse cheeks as he fucks me good. He slaps my arse and tells me he loves me and my virgin hole and when he cums in my arse it's like all my Christmases at once. Hot, sticky loveliness. He pulls out and puts his cock n my mouth and I clean him up, then he licks my hole clean and we kiss deep and passionately. Then he stands behind me puts one strong arm round my neck and reaches the other to my rigid cock. He whispers in my ear and tells me this is just the beginning. He tightens his grip aroundmy neck and wanks me hard. It doesn't take long for me to cum and when I do incollapse into his arms. He carries me to the shower and we clean up and start over again. | ||
| Fruitbat New member Username: Fruitbat Post Number: 9 Registered: 02-2010 Rating: |
Getting milk delivery part 2 He undid his close fitting trousers and slid them down over his thick legs, kicking off his shoes to reveal smallish feet clad in clean snow white socks. It was clear now he was wearing boxers, which I told him to leave on (for now) and just remove his shirt. He now stood in front of me in just his socks and boxers. I was far from disappointed! Starting at the top he had spiky black hair, and soft brown eyes he had small dark brown nipples which were very sensitive. He had all of about two dozen hairs on his chest. As my eyes travelled down, I couldn't believe my luck an (outtie) belly button just so cute and a hairy love trail disappearing into those boxers. As I suspected his pants were well filled from both back and front. This guys bum stuck out even when he was standing up straight, and his balls seem to have got bigger and were now desperate to get out! This guy was def. stocky esp. below the waist and I loved it! I told him to turn around and spread his legs. I then started to massage his bum, moving his cheeks up and down, in and out gradually pushing his pants into his crack, which in turn slowly tugged on his balls. I wanted those pants off but I also enjoyed his whimpers, and wriggling. I wanted to give this perfect body pleasure, and reward it for even the sight it was giving me. What is the point in just taking pleasure without giving it back? He got so turned on, he pleaded with me to remove his pants and let his aching balls out. Well how could I refuse such a polite request  I told him to remove his pants bend over with his legs slightly apart, reach around with both hands and pull his cheeks apart! I was not disappointed. His bum was covered in fine soft hair including his crack. He was now standing in front of me with everything exposed. This was going to be fun! This will prob. end up as a 4 part fantasy guys, apart from the fact I like teasing you a little with it, I am a slow typist so need to break it up a bit. If you like it say so don't be shy. If it appears we like the same things say so. If you can help me live this fantasy (I wish) or have already lived it send me private message.  (Message edited by fruitbat on March 18, 2010) | ||
| Pcuk145 Unregistered guest Posted From: 195.93.21.39 Rating: N/A |
fruitbat............part 2 soon.... | ||
| Fruitbat New member Username: Fruitbat Post Number: 6 Registered: 02-2010 Rating: |
Getting milk delivery part 1 I have always wanted fun with UPS or tesco's delivery guy with very sensitive bum and balls. My fantasy involves a black or ginger haired guy asking to use the loo after making his last delivery of the day. He has thickish legs and a plump bum. You know the type soft and sticks out begging for attention! He leaves the bathroom door open, undoes this tight trousers and pull down the front of his briefs revealing a very thick bush letting them rest under a BIG pair of balls. As he pees his cock starts to grow not so as you would notice length wise, but it is growing fater. By the time he is shakeing off the last drops he has a fat semi hard cock, that needs to be taken care of. I motion to him to come over and I start to play with his big mushroom head and squeeze his bum which makes him wriggle and moan. I tell him he needs his bum controled and he is to remove his trousers and pants and bend over for inspection! Will continue this if anyone appears to be interested (Message edited by modm on March 15, 2010) | ||
| missedoutsomewhere Unregistered guest Posted From: 82.4.233.172 Rating: |
May be it is just my imagination but a fair few guys seem to have 'picked up' mail men,delivery guys, builders,plumbers etc that call on them. In all my years (now in very late 30's) i have never once managed to get one of these guys. Could it just be that these people that have called have never been up for action or that i am just so crap at picking up signals. I'd love to seduce a nice chunky plumber or builder. | ||
| covboy Unregistered guest Posted From: 77.100.9.40 Rating: |
my sex fantasy is my exs brother in love he plays rugby, and ive watched him a few times , he has even gave me hes kit to "look after" for a few days , anyone one time a few years back on hes wedding day he phones to ask if we had a neadle and tread i said yes and ill pop it over ( he lived close by) i went into the house and he was in hes suit trousers but the button had come off, he asked me if i could so it on , how could i resist i was on my knees with this mans pants round hes knees and hes white calvin klien boxers on, nice bulge he had it took me a while to get the tread in the neadle and im sure i could of had him as hes cock was getting bigger in hes boxers , but the door went and hes dad came in so that put an end to that , ive wanked over what i would of done to him so many times . | ||
| Pcuk145 Unregistered guest Posted From: 195.93.21.39 Rating: N/A |
Biguy1982, Part 2 soon, very horny story | ||
| Biguy1982 New member Username: Biguy1982 Post Number: 6 Registered: 09-2009 Rating: |
always fantasised about being a sex toy for a group of older guys. I imagine i turn up at a meet in a house somewhere, im invited in and told to strip naked in the hall. My hands are then tied behind my back and im blindfolded. I feel a hand clasp my hard cock and lead me through the house. Im made to stand still finally and i can feel people looking at me and i can hear breathing and shuffling, im starting to feel nervous, no idea how many there are or what they're going to do to me..... Then i jump as a hand gently brushes my chest, immediately another brushes my back, then another touches the tip of my now rock hard cock making it twitch uncontrollably. I can feel someone close to my face now the warmth of his breath on me, then my senses go crazy as i get the same feeling all around me im surrounded now no turning back. I cant count all the hands on me, running over my body stroking my cock, chest, back, face, i notice one hand doesnt move though its between my arsecheeks gently rubbing back and forth over my now twiching hole. Someone grabs the rope binding my hands and pulls them down making me arch my back. At the same time the hand on my arse pushes a finger up me. I gasp and as i do a mouth clamps onto mine his hot wet tongue delving into me. The same sensation again but this time someones mouth has just enveloped my cock taking it all the way. Then the man holding the rope pushes down and i feel 2 hands on my shoulders push me to the ground. Im knelling now legs slighty spread on the soft carpet. Theres a slap on the side of my face then again on the other! Im stunned for a second but then realise its someones cock! No more time to think as i feel a pressing at my lips, i part them and feel a really thick cock push into my mouth. I start sucking on it running my tongue over the helmet then in a crack its gone. Not to worry though as its soon replaced by another! This goes on for a few minutes as they take turns letting me wet their cocks maybe 6 of them though they could have done it more than once! Then i feel the first cock again enter my mouth but this time he clasps the side of my head and pushes deep making me gag a little holding it at the back of my throat. He starts slowly fucking my mouth building up spead til hes really going at me my mouths wide open and he's just fucking it. The same thing happens as before, he goes on for a few minuites then swaps with another. This goes on for a while im sweating like fuck having my mouth fucked, sometimes hard sometimes not so. Im suddenly lifted to my feet and dragged by my arms me stumbling and pushed. Im a bit worried but relieved when i land on what feels like a bed...... Got to dash but if anyone wants to here the rest let me know! | ||
| Andy_findlay New member Username: Andy_findlay Post Number: 20 Registered: 09-2009 Rating: |
Its not often I have people round to do things, but when I do I always clam up when it comes to broaching the subject (which is very unlike me!). I think as its such a "manly" profession I become intimidated (which again is unlike me). The gas man wasn't my type anyway, but, even if he had been, don't know if i'd have the balls of you guys to do anything about it. Guess it will remain my one and only unfilled fantasy. PS. Very good idea about the whole "I bet women come onto you all the time" line, so simple, I am defo gonna try that one! | ||
| Hornymike New member Username: Hornymike Post Number: 93 Registered: 11-2006 Rating: N/A |
I have serviced a cable TV guy, a plumbeer and a builder over the last 4 years. And trust me Iknow even when you getthe signals your sometimes to afraid they may not be nice and just say no. In all three of these cases as they were friendly I mentioned that I hada friend in the state that has had women come on to him and walked around with a hardon. All three told me a similar story saying they were too afraid that if they had sex the women could turn around tell and he could loose his job. All three said that was the only thing that held them back to which I said I am gay and Id never tell. two of the three I wanked myself off as I did oral one of them I did oral on and then he fucked me. I am still carefuyl but you can tell the ones that the worst they might say is not for me mate. | ||
| BJ man Unregistered guest Posted From: 77.96.212.245 Rating: N/A |
Andy, he was giving you all the signs that he was up for it mate, noticing your hard on, adjusting his own cock in full view of you, not in a hurry to leave, waiting in his van. Not to worry mate, we all let a good one get away sometimes. Having read and enjoyed your stories, I dont think you will let the next one get away quite so easily, hope the Gas man turns out to be a hottie, and horny as hell to cum. Keep us updated mate, take care and keep on having fun. | ||
| Andy_findlay New member Username: Andy_findlay Post Number: 18 Registered: 09-2009 Rating: |
I have a massive fantasy about blowing off a workman. This fantasy was born a couple of years ago when I had a guy round because I was having problems with the timer on my boiler. It turned out that I had set it to 24 hour clock and that's the reason my heating was coming on at the wrong time. Anyway....this guy, when he realised that it was my mistake took the piss a little bit and we had a right laugh. This guy was amazingly good looking, mousey brown shaved hair, muscular/large build, 6ft+, massive hands, a meaty/muscular arse and a mischevious smile that made me weak at the knees when he flashed it at me. When he was looking at my boiler I stared at his bulge and arms, getting semi-hard within my jeans watching him. He said he was happy it was a "quick job" and would give him a bit time to skive so I asked if he wanted a tea or coffee. He accepted. As we drank our tea I discreetly brushed my cock a few times to see if he would notice. As we talked, I was hard within my jeans, a fact he blatently noticed but didn't leave. After 10 minutes he said he "better go", and got up to leave, slightly adjusting himself within his work pants. Its with massive regret that I didn't grow some balls and just say "do you fancy your cock sucked before you leave" but I bottled out. When he left, I stared at him through the window, he sat in his van for 2 or 3 minutes without the engine running, I told myself "another minute and I go outside" but bottled it! Ever since then, everytime I'm having work done, I hope the guy is hot or up for it, but it hasn't yet happened. I'm reminded of this fantasy as I've just had to phone brittish gas as my water keeps going cold and they're sending a workman out! I'm really hoping something happens, but I think it'll be confined to me wanking about it forever, gutted! | ||
| trainshag Unregistered guest Posted From: 217.33.217.26 Rating: N/A |
loving the hot train stories. such a turn on | ||
| BJ man Unregistered guest Posted From: 77.96.212.245 Rating: N/A |
Bearbit; Part two soon please. | ||
| Bearbit New member Username: Bearbit Post Number: 2 Registered: 10-2009 Rating: |
Experience on a train was probably a defining moment for me. At the age of 17 I had managed to manipulate a few gropings with mates but would have denied being gay. I had been camping with a mate in Blackpool and met a girl from County Durham. I decided that I would go visit her. This was on a Saturday night and got a really late train from Manchester. As with other postings, this was a train with compartments and a corridor. The train was not very busy at all and i got a compartment to myself. Sex was the last thing on my mind. After all I was straight and on my way to see my new girlfriend! About 20 minutes into the journey I heard footsteps in the corridor and a couple of doors sliding open. Then it was my door and the guard stepped in. He was probably in his mid twenties and a good looking guy. Didn't look beyond his shapeless guard's uniform for a good body. After all I was straight! He checked my ticket and said that I was the only person in that carriage, he was knackered and would I mind him joining me for a while. He asked where I was going and I told him about my plans to meet the new girl in my life. He was sitting really close to me, a little forward in his seat with his arm resting on his knee and his hand sort of hovering over my leg. I didn't sense anything but did become a little uncomforable when he started asking if I was going to get a shag. I hadn't whilst in Blackpool but told himm I hoped I would this time. Surprisingly (now, at least) Our conversation turned away from sex and again no suspicions on my part until his hand seemed to be dropping almost unnoticeably and with each jolt of the train brushed lightly on my leg. This was electric to me and could feel my own stirrrings in my cock. Each time this happened he looked into my eyes for some sort of signal. I had no idea what signal I should give. I was very nervous and excited but at the same time unsure whether this was anything but innocent. I soon find out when on the next jolt he left his hand on my leg. Our eye contact and a half smile from me let him know that it was OK. He didn't waste any time and quickly slid his hand up to grab my, now throbbing, cock. I was now feeling really horny. This was not one of the innocent gropings I'd had with school mates on camping trips or times in our dens. To me at 17, this was, at about 25, a real bloke and he was feeling my cock. Did I want it to go further? After all I was straight. Wasn't I? Of course I wanted more and was rewarded when the guard got up, slid the door closed and pulled down the blinds. As he returned I couldn't help but notice his cock sticking out of hi baggy, BR issued trousers. He came back to me, kneeled down between my legs and undid my zip and was groping my cock through my underpants. He then undid me pants and pulled out my cock from my pants. He started rubbimg it gently whilst, all the time looking at it, as if, admiringly. He then moved closer and put his mouth over it. This was a first for me. I had never been sucked before and it was fantastic. As he was sucking me I was aware that he was undoing his own pants and then wanking himself. By now he had moved down to lick my balls. I was really curious to feel a real "man's" cock but didn't want him to stop sucking me. I lay down on the seat and reached down for his cock. He was massive and rock hard. He hadn't closed the blinds on the window and I kept looking up, worried that someone would be able to see through the window. We were travelling through open countryside and he re-assured me that it would be a while before the next station. He then asked if he could rim me. I had no idea what this was and when he told me, I couldn't think of anything more disgusting and he laughed at my naivete. Disgusting or not, I was reallly getting off on him sucking my cock and me wanking his huge cock. If being sucked by a guy was like this, could I ever be satisfied with a girl again? Whilst he continued to suck my cock he moved his hand up into my shirt and started to play with my nipples. This was really strange to me and thought that men only did this to women! However, I was really happy with him exploring my body. All the time wanking his cock, I was really curious about what it would be like to suck his cock (although I felt it would be difficult to get it in my mouth). I just couldn't bring myself to do it but enjoyed wanking him and feeling his balls. He then told me he was cumming and I lifeted my head to watch. He moved his mouth from my cock and then moved up to place it on my mouth. Again - Shock. Was kissing the final frontier? After all I was straight. Wasn't I? Fuck, he was a hot kisser. I'd never been kissed like that before. His tongue in and out of my mouth and chewing gently on my lips. As he kissed me he was shuddering and I could feel his cock jerking as he spurted his hot cum. This was it for me and I could feel myself erupting. He must have sensed it too because he stopped kissing me and returned to sucking my cock. What a sensation as I cum into his mouth. He lay down beside me on the seat and continued playing with my balls before getting up and dressing himself. His timing was perfect because the lights of the next town were clearly visible. I pulled my pants up quickly and he kissed me gently on the cheek before leaving to take care of his duties at the upcoming station. He did come back later when we just chatted about various things including some of his sexual encounters. I got off the train at York to change for my train to Durham. We made no arrangements but was secretly wishing that I would see him on my return journey. The rest of my journey was uneventful and when I finally met up with the new girlfriend we decided to go to the cinema. She did grope my cock in the cinema but now after the train guard, my expectations were so high and I left for the train home feeling disappointed. My journey home was slightly frantic because I fell asleep on the train, missed my change at York and ended up at Kings Cross Station in London. This was not, however, the end of my sexual adventure on this particular journey. Part 2 to come if you're interested! | ||
| BJ man Unregistered guest Posted From: 77.96.212.245 Rating: N/A |
Intercity; Great horny story mate, and I cant help but agree with you about the old style railway carriages. I remember years ago travelling home after work from Liverpool Street station on the old slam door single carriage trains. I used to do the same as you, a visit to the station toilets, then choose the compartment with the guy or guys you already knew were gay, either had them before or seen them in the toilets, or get in the compartment with the guy you fancied and hope he took the bait that you offered. Had a lot of fun with guys like that, once the train left the station, unscrew the light bulb and cocks out ready for wank, suck and on some occassions fuck action. Cant do anything like that now on the modern sliding door, open carriage trains, with cameras everywhere, such a shame as it was very horny fun. | ||
| Intercity Unregistered guest Posted From: 86.164.122.94 Rating: |
For you 'trainshag' - a real life incident from a few years ago. Saturday night on the Bristol to Derby train. In the days of railway carriages with compartments I was a regular Saturday evening traveller on the Bristol to Derby train. It used to leave Bristol around 19.30hrs I was usually at the Station by 18.45hrs and used to spend a few minutes in the subway toilets and although hit and miss was sometimes successful. It's long enough back not to compromise anyone, but one of the then Porter-Cleaners, a small youngish guy, was always on the lookout for a bit of excitement and we met from time to time. This particular Autumn Saturday was no different. Jimmy the Porter was in the washroom cleaning the sinks. He quickly told me there was a youngish bloke in cubicle 8 with a great cock which he had wanked under the wall but he didn't seem to want to come out into the washroom or the Porters room with the lock on the door! I went in to cubicle 7 and wasted no time in letting the shadow of me wanking appear on the floor. Sure enough an arm came under the wall in no time. I went down to enjoy the action. After a couple of minutes I got the invite to play back. I reached under the wall and was guided onto a lovely long thick cock. After a few more swaps the Guy in No.8 passed a note to me which just said 'sorry mate, got to get my train' and with that he was gone. When I went out Jimmy was still at the sinks. 'No luck?' he asked. 'I showed him the note' 'Fucking nice butch lad' said Jimmy 'and what a cock. I could have done with a mouth full of that.' 'Better have a mouth full of mine then' I teased, and followed him into the Porters’ room where he locked the door and was down on his knees accepting a mouthful of my rampant cock within seconds. Jimmy used to wank himself as he sucked and on this night he came off very quickly but kept going and finished me off soon after. I did a quick tidy up, said 'see you soon' to Jimmy and with my train due out in less than five minutes shot off to the platform. As usual the carriages near the stairs had a few passenger per compartment but I knew that further back there would be plenty of empty ones. The next to last carriage was almost empty and the last carriage had just one occupied compartment with one passenger - and I felt sure at a quick glance that it was the guy from cubicle 8. Nothing ventured nothing gained. I opened the sliding door, said 'mind if I join you mate?' 'Come in' he said 'don't mind a bit of company.' I did a further quick check - definitely the same guy - I remembered seeing those black boots under the wall, those black jeans and yes, the one arm had the tattoo I'd seen under the wall. He'd taken his jacket off and it was on the seat. I motioned to it. 'Is a bit warm in here' I said 'I'll join you' and I took my own jacket off and stretched up in front of him to put it on the rack. I was wearing fairly tight pale blue jeans and, even though I had come off a few minutes earlier, the sight of this bloke had got me on the up again. I caught his look at the bulge which was growing down my left leg. Go for it I thought. I groped my rising cock and said 'sorry about that mate, been feeling a bit rampant and haven't had a chance to get any exercise!' His reply was swift 'join the club mate' he said, at the same time stretching out, groping his own cock and showing it solid and half way down to his knee. 'Fucking hell man!' I said, 'don't think I can compete with that. Looks like a two hand job to toss that one off.' 'One hand or two' he said 'don't care a fuck as long as it's someone else's hand doing it.' 'Let's get this train on the move' I said 'and see if we can help each other out.' 'You're on' he said and reached over to have a good feel and my now completely solid cock. 'Just seeing what I've got to look forward to' he said. I had a quick feel back and said 'I think we might have already had a test run down in the subway toilets.' He said he'd had a couple of plays down there but had to leave to get this train. 'I'm the guy you passed the note to' I told him. 'Fucking brilliant' he said 'looks as though we can carry on after all. Just at that point the train started off. We put the lights onto dim and was about to drop the blinds when someone came down the corridor and went past. Relief - let's get going - but the relief was short lived for the person who had gone past came back, and not only that opened the door and said 'mind if I join you lads? it's a bit lonely down this end' There wasn't a lot we could do. The new arrival was clad in boots, overalls, thick jacket, flat work cap with leather top and carrying two shoulder bags. The jacket came off and with the bags went up on the rack. He was very chatty. Good looking character, maybe thirty or so and told us he was a railway maintenance man on his way to meet a gang at Cheltenham then off by truck to work on the main line overnight. 'Could do without it' he told us 'haven't had a fucking Saturday night out for weeks. The best I get is a cup of cold tea out of this thing - pointing to a tin jug - and if I'm lucky a quick fucking wank behind an empty signal box - no substitute for a few beers and a good shag. 'Why d'you say if you're lucky' I asked him 'I'd have thought at night, on a deserted track you could have slipped quietly off and shot your load anywhere. 'You don't know the lads in the gang' he said 'there great piss-takers - see you slipping away and the next thing they're onto it. I usually wait till we have a break when we split up and find somewhere to sit: my mate comes with me so no one thinks any more about it and more often than not he ends up having a wank as well' 'Sounds good' I said 'I've got a couple of mates like that though we usually end up giving each other a hand.' 'No other way' he said 'don't believe in wanking myself if someone else wants to have a go.' It was the turn of the guy from cubicle 8 now. 'We were just on about missing out on Saturday night when you came in' he said 'and my mate here (nodding to me) had just said 'and look at this to prove it and had stretched out to show he'd got a steaming great hard on.' 'Still have' I said and stretched again to show it in all its glory! 'And me' said cubicle 8, also stretching to show his solid pride and joy. 'I've got to see these two' said the Rail man and he stood up and quickly pulled down the window blinds. 'Let's have a flash' he said, 'see how they compare' and as we both stood up, dropped our zips and pulled our erect cocks out for display, rail man had his cock out and offered it in our direction for a feel. I went first. It was a beauty and almost equal to cubicle 8 who was now alongside me. Rail man reached over and took us one in each hand. 'Fucking lovely' he said 'many a moon since I had a cock in both hands. Keep an eye on the corridor' he said, and was rapidly down on his knees taking us one after another into his mouth, even trying to get both in at the same time. This was rampant stuff and even though I'd come off only half and hour or so earlier I was ready to shoot again. Cubicle 8 had had plenty of play but hadn't come off at all and he was also on the verge of shooting. Rail man paused only to whisper 'go on lads, let it come.' We obliged and what shot across the floor between our legs told us that rail man had come as well. We weren't far from Cheltenham. Rail man produced some cloth and did a quick clean up on himself and then on the floor and as the train slid to a halt at Cheltenham no one would ever have know that anything other than three passengers had quietly shared the same compartment. Rail man left. Before he went I told him I was quite a regular on the train. Unfortunately I didn't ever run into him again. Cubicle 8 was going as far as Birmingham. He'd been to Bristol to watch a Rovers match. I was going on to Derby. The hope was that no one would join us at Cheltenham. They didn't. The ticket Inspector came shortly after leaving Cheltenham. The train was to stop at Worcester and again the compartment remained empty which was a good thing because by then we were both after more and the forty or so minutes between Worcester and Birmingham were well occupied with another good wanking session, some great kissing with cocks firmly between each others tightly shut legs and some rapid pseudo shagging and another load of spunk shooting out of our cocks. The journey beyond Birmingham was dull beyond all measure and I never saw cubicle 8 again either. Even now, many years later, that’s one of the nights that often springs up in my mind. Good old railway carriages. Nothing could be the same today. | ||
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