It was a hot, afternoon train heading back to the coast. It was Friday and the carriage was packed with commuters and weekenders heading for the beach. I just managed to get an aisle seat with good views of my fellow passengers.
The train always provided good eye-candy - commuters and tourists alike - and being a horny 26 yr old I was always on the look out. I was lucky in that I had had a few exciting encounters - from the 18 yr old virgin to older guys in run-down stations.
I looked around and I noticed this guy suggestively licking and eating an ice cream - one of those Cornetto's. The way he was licking the solid cream it looked like he was lapping at and licking a dick. Looking down to his trousers, as you do, I saw that he had a rather obvious hard-on jutting out at an odd angle. He appeared a well hung guy...
I quickly put my bag across my lap, my own dick chubbing up in sympathy. He obviously caught sight of me doing it and glancing at his crotch. He started to make love to that ice cream, rapidly adjusting the protrusion in his trousers then grinning.
He was probably the same age, maybe a little older, slim build, brown floppy hair, a sexy face and enticing smile. My cock was now feeling very restricted and distorted in my briefs. I quickly stuffed my hand down the front of my trousers, adjusting myself, making sure he saw. Anybody else would just think I was tucking my shirt in but he 'knew' the real reason.
We openly 'flirted' with each other, the rest of the passengers oblivious to the sexual 'messages' we were sending to each other.
As the train pulled into the station I pretended to be asleep - my eyes just slits but still watching. The carriage started to empty but he stayed seated. As the last two or three started to leave he got up. Judging by the distortion in his trousers he was very well hung. As he walked past my seat he grabbed his covered cock and gave it a quick jerk.
I followed him off the train, down the platform, through the barriers and down the steps to the station toilets. They were a regular stop off point when the 'urge' was too great, so I knew the layout well. If he was up for fun then he would head to the last cubicle in the block on the left - the one with the 'peep' holes.
Sure enough, as I got to the bottom of the steps, I saw him entering the cubicle, the one next to it occupied! "No go" I thought. The occupant of that other cubicle would get all the benefit. I decided I needed to wank one out anyway so stood at the urinal opposite.
I was giving my dick a slow jerking as the cubicle door opened and there, stood in the door frame was the guy, trousers and briefs now round his ankles, dick in hand. His brown hair matched the brown pubes and in the middle of those was a good 9 inches of uncut cock. I turned and gave him a look at my own, smaller, dick giving it a slow rub. I saw him smile, wink and lick his lips.
The other cubicle door flew open and a young lad quickly exited - flushed and slightly sweating. I saw the door close rapidly again and I heard the bolt slide home! As the lad went by I caught 'that smell' of spunk and saw a trace of it on his chin.
My guys cubicle door swung open and there he stood again, now stroking hard, beckoning me to join him. I almost ran in and he bolted the door behind us. He was straight to the point "You like getting fucked? Wanna go somewhere? My place?" "Yes, Yes and Yes!" I replied taking over stoking his cock for him. "Lets go, that perv next door is watching us. Poor kid before..."
As we walked to his place he told me he had seen the kid being fucked over the toilet then forced to clean the cock off. "The lad was crying - bastard perv fucked him too hard mate". "Always risky fucking in the bogs" I said "Yeah, toilets should only be used for pick-ups" he laughed.
"By the way I'm Ian" he grinned. "Andy".
It seemed Ian shared a flat with another guy - "Hardly ever in! Which suits me fine" he joked.
The flat was in one of the high rise blocks near the station. Two bedrooms and a stunning view across the town to the sea. "Fancy a glass of wine - put us in the mood..." "Yeah" I laughed. "Make yourself at home then..." By now I was feeling exceptionally horny and 'in the mood'. I fact, I couldn't wait to get his dick in me and took the bull by the horns - stripping off to my briefs. Not that those hid too much now. My dick was straining at the leash.
Ian walked back in with a couple of glasses and a bottle, bollock naked. "Bit over-dressed aren't you? he laughed. "Soon deal with that!" I said as I whipped off my briefs. "Mmm nice.." he opined as Iturned and showed him my arse. "I do love a hairy arse!"
I have to admit I am quite hairy. Id started sprouting pubes at 12. The rest of my body followed suit quickly and by the time I was 14 I had a good sized bush, furry arse and hole, a developing hairy chest and pits. I was no smooth young twink!
He put the glasses and bottle down and was on his knees behind me, his hands parting my cheeks wanting a good look at my hole. "Oh fuck! beautiful mate!" His next move was to kiss my hole and then start licking it. Being rimmed is one of the greatest pleasures in my life and as I stood there I began to shake with the intense sensations. Ian was an expert.
Ian was opening me up, his tongue soon poking into me over those sensitive 'lips'. The lusty feelings he was conjuring up were mind-blowing. My own dick was jerking and, now, l was leaking precum likes a tap. The feelings went off the scale as Ian started to add his fingers to the mix. As he swirled his three fingers inside me I was shuddering in pleasure and my legs went weak. I fell forward onto the sofa, my arse pointed up and out.
Both of us were horned to the max now and Ian wasted no time in positioning his meat at my hole. He eased the head in past my sphincter but once in he started to fuck, and fuck hard and urgently. "Fuck Andy, you have one fucking gorgeous cunt!" he bellowed as he slammed his cock deep in me. "And you've got one fucking amazing prick!"
He delivered his first load quickly. I felt the flood of spunk in me rapidly but I somehow 'knew' it wasn't going to be the only one that night.
Breeder and bred, we sat n the sofa drinking the wine, exchanging experiences, comparing fucks. It seemed we had fucked or been fucked by a lot of the same people. So far Ian was definitely the biggest that had fucked me and for him, mine was one of the best 'cunts' he'd fucked for a long time.
All the talk of past fucks had got me fingering myself, feeling Ian's spunk lining me. Ian's cock was now at full mast again. I gave him a wicked grin and straddled it. "Already lubed" I smirked. I was soon riding his prick like crazy, my cunt not able to get enough of it. Being on top I could control the fuck this time and 'edged ' him with my moves.
He lasted way longer this time until, finally, I 'allowed' him to breed me a second time. As I eased off him, full of his spunk, I farted! The broken wind was accompanied by his load - spattering his pubes and thighs. "Fuck! that was a load and a half" I said in amazement. "Yeah, and my balls aint empty yet..."
It was about 2:30 am, as we lay in his bed, he admitted I'd drained him.
I was awoken at 8:00 ish to and arm around my waist and his prick starting its morning work out on my cunt.
We were in mid-fuck when we heard the front door open and Ian's flat mate come in. "Must have been an overnighter!" Ian panted as he shafted me.
We had left Ian's bedroom door open and his flatmate now stood in the doorway observing us. As I looked at him I realised it was the 18 yr old whose cherry I'd popped. He gave me a wicked smile, grabbed his own junk and then closed the door.
Once again Ian bred me and as we lay and shared a ciggie I asked about his flatmate.
Apparently Ian had met him, on the train, after I'd fucked his virginity out of him, and ended up in the same bed a few times. Then his Mom found out he was gay, "Chucked him out". He came here to see if he could sleep on the couch. As if I would have let him..."
I said he could stay for a bit, in the spare room, but then he'd either have to find a place of his own or pay rent. "At that stage he hadn't got a job and his uni place had fallen through. I cut him a bit of slack, let him stay longer, paying 'the rent' in kind!"
"Anyway. One day I gets home early. As I opened the door I could hear the sounds of sex! I knew he had lads round anyway. I didn't mind seeing the eye-candy" he laughed. "I was curious and crept along to his door, peeked through it. There he was, flat on his back, a hairy arse pumping away at him. Not a young arse either. James was just lying there, taking the cock, no passion or anything. Odd I thought, but left them at it."
"I heard the guy leave and James wandered through to the lounge, still naked as usual. I could see the evidence on his arse that the guy had bred him. "Good fuck?" I asked. "Nope, he got what he wanted though - bred a fresh piece of meat" "So you got what you wanted!" I said - knowing his lust for spunk these days. James flushed bright red and stammered "yes". To be honest i was curious about it all".
"Couple of days later, the same thing happened! This time it was a younger guy but still no engagement on James's part. When it happened a third time my curiosity got the better of me"
""Do you like getting fucked?" I asked him "You looked like you were just here to take their cocks, pretty vacant sort of thing." James was clearly nervous. "Oh fuck yes! I love getting fucked and the spunk but..." "But what?" He looked at me hesitantly. "I'm just there as a cunt for them to fuck, get them off." The penny dropped. "How much?" James had gone on the game"
Ian had been quite accepting, letting James stay. James had got to know other hustlers, rent boys, and they were often round the flat - "not for business" Ian had insisted. Ian had 'sampled' a few of the lads "freebies as James's mate".
"Some stunning lads! Never understood why they went on the game One told me purely for the money, another because he knew no other way - he brother was a rent-boy as well, a third one told me that it was because he was addicted to sex! They all had tales to tell."
As did James. He told me that it was me that had really turned him onto sex. He loved getting fucked after that first time. Picked up guys on the train, in the toilets, even on the beach late at night. He'd once been fucked by this American guy in broad daylight, naked, on the beach. "That was fun" he joked. He told me he always a special place in his heart for trains and his first fuck!
I became a regular visitor to Ian's flat. He threw a great fuck, or three. A couple of times I fucked James and, in a one off, we did a threesome.
Those train journeys had led to a 'train fuck'!
