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I got off the plane about 06.00, having got off an hour earlier with a cabin attendant named Chuck. I could still taste his hot all-American cum in my mouth. I’d certainly be flying with those boys again. I still had some way to go before I got home, and I was tired and post-coital, so I made it as far as the train and passed out. When I woke up the first thing I did was check the time, then our position. It was about an hour off my arrival time, and the train had stopped; where, I wasn’t sure. I heard a deep voice say, ‘We haven’t moved in the last fifty minutes. I’d go back to sleep if I were you.’ I looked up into the eyes of a god: deep blue and piercing. He must have sat down after I fell asleep. If he’d been there before, I may have stayed awake. Seeing this beautiful man, I suddenly woke up. ‘Actually,’ I said, with a small grin, ‘I’m not tired anymore.’ ‘Good, you can entertain me then. The carriage is just about empty, I’ve nothing to read and have just about all I can take of trees and sheep.’ He looked out of the window, indicating what he meant. We were in the middle of nowhere. At the mention of the carriage, I looked around, and noticed there was only one other person in it, towards the far end. I guessed he picked this seat for company. His words seemed a little critical, as if he blamed me for his boredom, as if I had no right to fall asleep when he needed attention. I looked at his strong jaw, and full lips, followed the line of his neck down over broad shoulders, strong arms, big hands, and decided he could have all the attention he wanted from me! ‘I’m Rick,’ he said. Mmm, I thought, rhymes with dick, but only introduced myself and shook his hand over the table. We made the usual small talk: where we’d been, where we were going. He was heading home to his wife after a business trip in Europe. He was a bit vague about his occupation. All I could work out was that he was in the security services. That explained his fantastic body. I kept looking at his arms and shoulders, wondering why the material of his shirt hadn’t torn off by now, so pumped was the muscle underneath. I desperately wanted to see more of him, but the table between us blocked my view. I wondered what size dick a hulk like this was packing. ‘You travel a lot then?’ I asked. ‘You must miss your family.’ ‘Sure,’ he agreed, ‘but traveling has its advantages. It’s always fun meeting new people.’ With this he looked directly at me, his lips slightly apart. My cock started to swell. He put a foot on the seat between my legs. He must have slipped his shoe off first because it was bare. ‘Do you mind?’ he asked. ‘My feet are killing me.’ Of course I didn’t! He kept it on the edge of the seat for a while, letting his other leg rub against mine. A few minutes of rubbing really had me turned on, and it was getting hot in the carriage. He opened his shirt to his navel, spreading it just enough to reveal the deep cleft between his strong pecs, shaved, smooth and tanned. He let his head fall back, shut his eyes, and pushed the heel of his foot into my groin. I nearly jumped out of my seat! With a low moan he ground into my stiff prick, slowly massaging it rock solid. ‘Oh I’m sorry,’ he said, and he sounded quite genuine, but he kept his foot where it was. I said it was fine. I couldn’t look him in the eye, so I watched his reflection in the glass instead, but his foot felt so good on my boner that eventually I closed my eyes to concentrate on the wonderful sensations he was giving me. ‘You like my foot there?’ He paused, waiting for a response. When I said nothing, he asked, ‘It feels good on your knob?’ All I could do was grunt a response. ‘Yeah, I bet it does.’ ‘Do you mind rubbing my feet a little? They’re really sore from all this traveling.’ He pulled back so I could get my hands on his toes. I began to knead them, rubbing his sole and across the top. I looked down and saw a wet patch on my jeans where my piss slit was pushing, leaving pre-cum. Damn, this fucker was hot. I worked his foot, but kept my eyes on his face, watching the waves of pleasure pass over it. He switched feet, and I rubbed that one too. At about this time the train started moving again, and the rocking motion just seemed to add to our pleasure. As much as I was loving his hot feet in my lap, I wanted a lot more, and was wondering how to get it, when he came out his trance and looked at me. It must have been pretty obvious what I was thinking, because Rick pulled his foot back and sat up. My heart sank when he started to button up his shirt again, and slipped his feet back into his shoes. He stood up, and moved into the aisle. This was the first chance I’d had to see him from the waist down, and it wasn’t a disappointment. He was wearing tight-fitting trousers; a bulge about six inches long snaked down his inside leg. It was hypnotic; I was about to lean forward and sink my teeth into it when he spoke. ‘I gotta take a leak.’ He turned to walk away leaving me with a perfect view of his fabulous arse, and I was writhing with frustration. Rick looked back over his shoulder and asked, ‘You coming?’ ‘Any second now!’ I said jumping out of my seat, following him. Standing up, I was able to adjust my cramped prick. We walked into a toilet, and Rick locked the door. I leaned my back against it while he lifted the toilet seat and pulled out his beautiful man meat. It was about half a foot long soft, uncut. He watched me as he pulled the foreskin back a little to reveal his glans, and let rip a thick stream of piss. I started rubbing at my crotch, wondering if he’d mind me getting my hard dick out there and then. ‘You like watching me piss?’ I nodded. ‘Come here’. I stepped forward so horny I thought I would come at any minute. ‘Hold it,’ he demanded, so I reached out and took his limp hose off him. While I guided his juice into the bowl, my fingers burning from the heat of his meat, he took his shirt off. I didn’t know where to look — at his golden skin, his tight muscles, his hot nipples, or the sexy rod I had in my hand. The man was a real piece of meat. Then I thought, fuck looking: I wanted to touch, and taste, and feel him! When he stopped pissing, I started to slowly pull his foreskin back and forth, rubbing the last drops of piss into the pink head. ‘Mmm, that’s nice.’ He pushed his hands up to the ceiling and threw his head back. I got a good look at his deep armpits, and leaned forward into the nearest one to inhale his man smell, an arousing blend of body odour and deodorant. I couldn’t keep off him any longer, and flicked my tongue out to taste his sweat. I stepped over the bowl to get square with him, and trailed down to his right nipple, first licking around it, then sucking and chewing on the hot stud. Rick grabbed my packet and massaged my hard-on through my jeans. After a few strokes, he grabbed the back of my head with his other hand and pulled my face to his, kissing me hard and deep. I sucked on his tongue and started pumping his cock harder, loving the hot feel of his meat as it filled and got hard, and the sensation of his tongue probing my mouth, fucking it. After a few minutes, with his love pole popping veins, and his engorged head throbbing, he grabbed my hear, pulled my face off his and looked at me with a wicked smile. ‘That’s enough foreplay, fuckface; suck my cock.’ About time, I thought, sitting on the toilet and taking that big mushroom head in my mouth. Here I am again, I realized! Another toilet, another hot cock, as I remembered the fun I’d had with Chuck on the plane. Still, I’d only got Chuck’s ample sausage down my throat, and I was determined Rick was going to plough my tight hole with his massive rod. That reminded me: I still had the fun of eating that massive rod to look forward to. I licked the last traces of piss from his slit, and sucked hard. Starting with a few inches, I worked the shaft until I’d taken all ten thick inches down my throat, then moved up and down, from the tip, to the base, first slowly, then faster. Rick leaned back on the washbasin. I looked up a lot, catching him with his eyes closed, his mouth open. Sometimes he’d pinch his nipples, or rub his chiseled abs. When I pushed down hard and forced his cock deep in my throat he let out a loud groan. ‘Aw yeah, suck that cock, suck that hot fuck stick cocksucker. Awwwwww yeaaaahhhh…’ Rick started to buck his hips, forcing more dick into my greedy mouth. Every time he pulled out I got to lick some tasty pre-cum. ‘You like my salty man juice, boy? Yeah, I know you do. Awwwww shit you give great head. You like it when I fuck your face don’t you, huh? You like that? Mmmmmmmm! You just keep greasing up that fat pole so I can fuck you good and proper like I know you want it, yeah.’ I wasn’t sure if I could take much more of this. I had to let my prick out before it burst out on its own, so I lifted off the seat and dropped my jeans. I pulled Rick’s trousers off to get at his balls. They were pretty big, so I knew he had a lot of juice for me, but they still hung low, hinting that I had plenty more fun to come. I started to roll them in my left hand, and reached up with the other to stroke his chest and tease those nipples. It went down well and I was rewarded with another round of hot dirty talk. ‘You’re a natural baby; you know just how I like it. Born faggot aren’t you? Eat my dick, yeah, eat it! Pump my nuts like that, squeeze them, get my spunk hot and sticky. Mmmmmmm! God, yeah! Aw that’s hot!’ The train lurched to one side and I fell hard on his cock, burying my nose in his pubes, gagging. I pulled off to get a breather, leaving a trail of spit that fell on my chin. Rick pulled me up, sucked the spit off my chin, and tongued my mouth fiercely again. While he was doing this he pushed a finger between our lips, slicked it up, and moved to my tight crack. He forced my man pussy open and gave me a few fuck strokes, then brought his finger back to our mouths for more spit. This went on for a couple of minutes, until I thought I was going to pass out from the pleasure, then he broke off our kiss and pulled me around to the basin and moved behind me. ‘That’s a hot arse kid; I’m gonna enjoy pumping it full of my stud shaft.’ ‘Fuck me, Rick, please.’ ‘Yeah, I like you begging for it. Beg some more.’ He started slapping his cock on my arse, teasing me, driving me wild. ‘Please Rick; I need your hot fuck pole up my arse. I need it! I want it! Give it to me, fuck me hard, plough my pussy, make me moan!’ I was leaning over the sink. I could see Rick’s beautiful face and chest, slightly moist with sweat, in the mirror. I arched my back some, partly to encourage him to fill me, and partly to have enough room to wank. But a few stokes on my own engorged shaft made me realize I was too close to cumming to risk it. It didn’t matter though, because at that point Rick pushed his hot cock against my hole and entered me. I’d never taken a dick anywhere near his size, and it was a shock to feel it enter. I couldn’t make a sound for at least ten seconds, instead holding my breath while the bulging mushroom head pushed past my sphincter. Only then could I let out a gasp, and a moan, and start begging all over again. He was gentle at first, giving me a couple of minutes to accommodate all ten inches of his fat fuck muscle. I was making primeval groaning noises, so he reached round and stuck a couple of fingers in my mouth, which I sucked hungrily. Then he started working me, pulling out to the tip, then slamming back in to his pubes. Slowly to begin with, then speeding up, he fucked me like a pig for what seemed like an eternity of pleasure. When I got really into it I started pushing back on his up strokes with such a force that I could hear his low hanging sac slapping my cheeks. It got really hot. I was begging for him to fuck me harder, harder, harder! My cock was rock solid and bobbing wildly in front of me, sometimes slapping the edge of the basis. He moved me around ninety degrees, so I had my hands against the wall and my head down, then he put one leg up on the side of the toilet to get leverage, and started shafting me even harder. The waves of pleasure shooting from my guts were too much, and I made a grab for my cock to bring myself off. Rick slapped my hand away and grabbed it for me. Rick was nearly screaming with lust. ‘FUCK YEAH! Aw fuck you’ve got a tight pussy, real nice and tight! Yeah, squeeze my fat truncheon as I plough your arse! Tell me how you like it hard, pig!’ I reached round and grabbed his balls. They were huge, almost twice as big as I remembered them, and pulled up tight against his abdomen. ‘You’re my fuck god, Rick, your hot cock feels soooo good inside me! Please, I need it harder, fuck me harder, I love it hard, I love it hard from you, you’re so hot! Aw Christ I’m gonna cum!’ On cue, Rick pulled my aching prick fast and hard. My cock froze up, and my whole body went into spasms while I shot wad after wad of cream over the walls and the floor and into his hand. ‘AH! MMMMM! Fuck yeah!’ Then it was Rick’s turn, and he wrapped both strong arms around my chest, pulled me up against his body, bit into my neck and started firing his sticky love juice into my bowels. He fed me my own cum, which I licked up hungrily, and made about a dozen short thrusts while he emptied his nuts. When he was done, he pulled out and spun me around. We kissed again, this time a little slower, a little gentler, sharing my cum. I rubbed the warm spooge into his cock, sending little shivers of pleasure through him, which I felt in our kiss. And he had both hands massaging my tight buttocks, draining me of his seed, which ran down my legs and was soaked up by the pants still around my ankles. Reluctantly, we got cleaned up as best we could, dressed, and left the toilet. Back in the carriage, I noticed we were pulling into a station. Rick had just enough time to collect his bags and slip a business card into my hand before he had to get off. I was watching that cute arse of his disappear as the train pulled out when I saw a figure out of the corner of my eye slip into the seat in front of me. I turned to see a hot stud in muscle vest and denim shorts sit down and smile at me. I checked my watch: still at least an hour before we reached my destination. I smiled back at the hunky stranger and introduced myself with a wink. Did you like the story? Let me know at buttbuddyuk@yahoo.co.uk