Gay Erotic Stories

One of my favourite experiences was on the overnight train from King's Cross to Edinburgh. I was late as usual when I arrived at the station. The queue at the ticket office was hopelessly slow, and I ended up sprinting onto the platform at the last second. I didn't have time to buy a book or magazine or anything, and I was faced with hours with nothing to do. For once, the train was full, and the only seats I could find were next to either of two squaddies who were playing cards across a table. They weren't in uniform or anything, but they stuck out from civilians like sore thumbs. There was a pile of Special Brew cans a mile high in front of them, which was why the seats next to the young soldiers were empty - no one in their right mind would sit with them. But it was that or the floor, and I why shouldn't I have some comfort? From their conversation, the one diagonally opposite was Craig, and his mate sitting next to me was Kevin. To begin with, neither of them paid any attention to me, but as they got more drunk, I noticed Craig glancing over more often. At first, I was a bit nervous. Generally, guys who look at you like that are after one of two things: to have sex with you or to kick shit out of you, and I had Craig down for the latter. Gradually, I started to let him catch my eye, and the glances became longer and more frequent. He was after some nooky, which suited me because I hadn't had a man since earlier that morning, and because Craig was pretty cute in a macho sort of way. The one good thing about the army is that they keep their men fit, and the biceps sticking out from Craig's white T-shirt were substantial. He had cropped dark hair, a couple of days. stubble, and brilliant blue eyes. His hand was resting on what seemed to be a significantly filled crotch. Was I imagining it or did he squeeze it? Craig persuaded Kevin to go off to the buffet car. As soon as we were alone, he got up and hissed, "Come with me.. I followed him out between the carriages, and into the lavatory cubicle. As soon as the door closed, his tongue went down my throat. He was in a hurry, and I felt him urgently undoing my belt and pulling down my trouser sand boxers. A big rough hand gently took hold of my dick, and squeezed it delicately. By now, I had undone his jeans. As I pushed down, I freed his big, hard cock, and it bobbed out. His meat was more than man- sized; it was monumental. And this private was certainly standing to attention. What else could I do but fall to my knees and get a closer look at this beautiful cock. But before I had a chance to admire it close up he'd thrust it in my mouth and was fucking my face. My tongue worked his glans while I sucked. I looked up and saw him throw his head back in ecstasy. I managed to get his dick down my throat which sent a shudder through his whole body. Without any warning he pulled me up into the most passionate kiss I'd ever had, you know a real man snog. Craig pushed against the wall and he punched my tits and really worked on my nipples. We were still snogging, and my hands were ranging over his massive chest, his trim, hard tummy, and his small, erect nipples. What Craig did next really surprised me. He turned me around, fell to his knees and started rimming my hole. I could feel his tongue penetrate deep inside me. I was in heaven, pushing my eager arse back into his face. His hands were busy with a condom he must have had in his pocket. When he was ready, he reared up, and pushed me flat up against the wall, the Formica cold against my hot cock. I was going crazy with anticipation as his finger lubed my hole. Then I felt it--his huge head hard up against me. I gasped as he penetrated, at first only a little, and then, slowly but surely, deep inside me. I'd had some cocks in my time, but had never felt so full, so complete. Craig began to pump - long powerful strokes that literally took my breath away. I was panting as I pushed back against him, hungry for every millimetre he had, writhing on his huge phallus, determined to wring every ounce of sexual pleasure from his manhood. He completely lost himself to his passion, pulling me back with evey thrust, moaning with animal passion and wanking my dick in perfect timing to his fucking. oo soon, I felt him spasm, and imagined his scalding man-juice shooting. A second later, I began my own mind-blowing orgasm. His big head against my prostate, his firm grip of my cock, and the overwhelming flood of sexual sensations combined to create an explosive force, and my cum shot a good yard upwards, spurting again and again over my shirt and across the wall. Even after we had cum he continued to fuck me, slowly winding down until he turned me and kissed me. Craig told me to take my time cleaning up. Kevin was straight, and didn't suspect Craig for a moment. He didn't want Kevin to start adding up two and two. He kissed me briefly again, and returned to his seat. I went on to the buffet car, getting back to the lads after ten or fifteen minutes. While I was away, there'd been a station stop, and someone was now in my seat. I sat opposite where I had been, next to Craig. Understandably he ignored me. Kevin looked over at me. He caught my eye, and held it for just a split second longer than one would expect. Because I had previously sat next to him, I'd not had the chance to checkout Kevin properly. He was much less heavily built than Craig, but in lots of ways cuter. If Craig had a bodybuilder's physique, Kevin had a swimmer's. He was wearing a tight cream T-shirt, and you could see the sharp outline of well-defined pecs. His blonde hair was short, but not cropped, and he had a nice, face with even features. His eyes were brown, and I melted as he looked across for the fourth or fifth time. If this guy was straight, I was Barbara Windsor's bra. It was less than half an hour since Kevin's mate had given me the royal rogering of all time. But the idea of making a return trip to the lavatory, this time with young Kevin, was very attractive, and I felt that familiar warmth in my groin as my dick began to stir in anticipation. We had to wait another half an hour before Kevin could plausibly get Craig to go to the buffet car. As soon as he was gone, I stood up and walked to the lavatory cubicle between the carriages. It was the same cubicle where Craig and I had been, and his condom wrapper was on the floor in the corner. I stripped naked. My cock was already half hard, and I stroked it to life. A couple of minutes later, there was a soft knock at the door, and I unlocked it to let in Kevin. As he closed the door, he took my shaft in his hand, and sank to his knees. I looked down to watch as his tongue flicked over my balls. Slowly and with some care he licked his way up my dick to its angry red head. His smooth hard tongue worked on the delicate glans, creating delicious sensations that transported me to new heights of pleasure. I gasped as he took me in his mouth, accepting my entire length in ones wallow. His head rocked backwards and forwards in a steady rhythm that was gradually building. I could feel myself teetering on the edge of orgasm when I reluctantly withdrew from his throat. I lifted him to his feet and kissed him hard, my tongue following on where my cock had been seconds earlier. As I continued to kiss him I pressed my hand against the hardness in his jeans. I stroked up an down the whole length of his throbbing dick, feeling a damp patch forming at it's tip. I couldn't wait any longer so I undid Kevin's black Levi's, and pushed them down. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and the thought of his cock against that rough fabric was somehow exciting. Kevin was all man. His meat might not have been as monstrous as Craig's, but it was way bigger than average - say about seven inches, roughly the size of mine. I bent down and licked his shaft, my hands elsewhere, discovering the hard knots of muscles that covered his body I knelt down and gave him a fabulous blow job. His heavy balls bounced off my chin with every stroke as time after time I buried his cock deep in my throat. He came within seconds, shooting hot jism over my face. I thought it was all over but he just stuck his cock back in my mouth and continued to fuck my face. It didn't get the chance to go soft. Kevin was one horny guy, I just had to fuck him. So while I was sucking on his salty, cummy dick, I let my hands explore his deliciously firm, well muscled butt. I thought Kevin would pull my hand away when my finger into his crack and played with his puckered arse hole. But no, he squatted down a little, allowing my finger easier access. I turned his butt to me and lubed him up with my tongue. Peeling his cheeks apart and taking long wet strokes, teasing around his hole and then sticking my tongue deep inside him. His was whimpering with passion as I loosened him up with one, then two, then three fingers. Kevin was tight so I entered him gently. He asked me to stop while he got used to the seven inches of cock inside him. But when he was ready he took it like a man. Even though I was inside of him - he was fucking me! He took complete control of the situation, setting the frantic pace and not seeming to care who heard his animalistic groans. As we fucked, I pulled on his nipples or slapped his arse while he wanked himself into a frenzy. This wasn't a gentle screw it was an out and out fuck, with my dick slamming into him and him slamming into the wall. We came within seconds of each other, him squirting the Formica walls while I filled the condom with more hot cum. We kissed, and Kevin told me that Craig was straight, and that we must be discreet. I picked up the condom wrapper from the floor, and told him of my earlier experience. He was amazed. He'd had a crush on Craig ever since they met, and had always assumed that his love was doomed to be unrequited. Together we returned to our seats. Neither Craig nor the young man who had taken my seat was there. We looked up to see that the Toilet Engaged light at the opposite end of the carriage was illuminated. Somehow it seemed likely that both cubicles would be in use quite a bit more that night...