Gay Erotic Stories

The railroad industry is in a very sharp decline: More people are traveling by car, bus and airplane, and very few are traveling by train. So, what do you expect? They decided to shut down the line that traveled through our town. Actually, I never thought much about the train until they decided to shut the line down, and all of a sudden I wanted to see the country by rail. I had my summer break from college and a birthday coming up, and an aunt who doted on me, so I was soon fixed up with a three-week multi-stop rail pass, complete with one of those expensive roomettes! No coach for me, my aunt Said: You never know who is sitting beside you, or what noises they make in the night! I left home on July 3rd. It was only a short trip to the station, and my aunt drove me. Before long, I was waving good-bye to her from my roomette window. Once she was out of sight, I put my stuff away and decided to take a walk the length of the train to see what there was to see - or who there was to see, might be a better way of putting it: I wasn’t anxious to stay in my roomette alone. I was hoping for company. I’m gay, in case you haven’t figured that out, and this was going to be my train adventure of a lifetime! Least ways, that was the plan. Now to make it come true. I walked through two cars before I reached the lounge car. Not much going on there, but of course it was still daytime. It would likely liven up a bit after supper. I walked on to the coach cars. More young people there, of course: The cheap seats, you know. As I walked along, the train gave a little lurch and I used it as an excuse to ‘fall’ against a blond-headed guy, about my age, but better built. I put my hand on his shoulder to steady myself, and copped a feel of his muscles. Solid. “Sorry,” I said, turning to get a real good look at him. “No problem,” he answered. What a hunk! Now if I could only get him interested! I started to walk past him but another lurch sent me reeling against him again. “You’d better sit down before you fall down,” he said as he reached out to steady me. His hand on my arm sent a shiver up my spine. Did he feel it? “Thanks,” I said, “perhaps I will. Name’s Bill, by the way. What’s yours?” “Frank.” “Pleased to meet you, Frank.” I sat down in the empty seat across from Frank so I could get a better look at him. He was a sight for sore eyes, I can tell you. ‘Eye candy’, they call guys like him. He was a real blond, with a light dusting of blond hair on his arms and on the little I could see of his muscular chest from the top of his shirt. My eyes gradually swept over his whole body, down to his jeans with the holes in the knees, and to his loafers - no socks, I noticed. Wonder if he wears underwear? My eyes jumped immediately to his crotch where I detected a bulge that seemed to extend down his right leg. I looked up again to see him staring me in the face and smiling. “Like what you see?” Frank asked. “Fuck, yeah,” I answered. “You’re a good looking guy. What’s not to like?” “You’re not too bad looking yourself,” Frank said. “Thanks,” I said. I knew I was good looking. I was always popular in school - with the boys as well as the girls - and found my looks to be an advantage when I hit university at age 17, a year younger than most kids, I know: I skipped kindergarten, you see. At eighteen, I had my freshman year behind me, as well as a year’s experience living in a college dorm. The guys there - well, that is another story. I turned eighteen two weeks ago, thus the free ticket from my aunt. “Enjoy yourself,” she said. “I plan to,” I said. “So where ya heading?” asked Frank. “Anywhere and everywhere I can go in three weeks,” I replied. “I got a sleeper pass as a birthday present. I can make as many stops as I want, even stay overnight in places and catch the next train if I want. How about you?” “I’m almost home,” Frank said. “I’ve been two days and two nights on this fuckin’ train already. I’ll be home tomorrow.” “Fuck, you must be tired of sittin’ up in a coach seat,” I said. “Didn’t spend a night here yet,” Frank answered. “And with any luck, I won’t spend tonight here either.” Frank’s eyes lowered to my crotch this time. When he looked up, he smiled. “Room for two in your roomette?” “Might be a tight squeeze,” I said. “It’s only a single bed.” He smiled again and looked down at my crotch. My cock was already swelling and he couldn’t help but notice it. I took a big breath to get myself under control. “Wanna check it out before dinner?” I asked. “I’m yours,” Frank said. I led the way back to my own car and held my roomette door open for Frank to pass through ahead of me. As soon as I was inside, with the door closed behind me, Frank reached down and cupped my crotch with one hand, and pulled me to him with the other. Our lips met and we kissed, his tongue searching inside my mouth for mine. Frank pressed his body into mine and I felt his thickness through the fabric of our jeans. I also felt the heat of his embrace, and wanted his skin against mine. I pulled back and reached up to start unbuttoning his shirt. He did the same to me, our lips still locked together. Finally, however, he broke away. “You sure kiss good,” he said. “Beginner’s luck,” I said. “You’re actually the first boy I’ve kissed. I told you, this is a journey of discovery, and I like what I’ve discovered so far.” “Then you’ll like this,” said Frank, drawing my hand down to his crotch where I felt his rock hard cock. He was right: I did like it. I could tell it was bigger than mine, longer and thicker. My guess was about eight inches to my six. He reached over and pressed his hand against my cock. It was rock hard too, and he began rubbing his hand up and down the length of it. I shuddered. “Fuck man,” I said. “Keep that up and I’m going to cream my jeans!” “Now that would be a waste of good cream,” he said. “Let’s try this instead.” He reached his hand down and pulled my zipper down. Then he unfastened the button at the top of my jeans, which sprang open, forced by the pressure behind the cloth. He dropped to his knees and reached inside my white briefs to draw my cock out. He pulled the foreskin back and licked my cock with his hot tongue and practically swallowed all six inches. He worked my cock with his hot tongue, and began that wonderful back and forth movement we all love so well. Soon I was gasping for breath as lust overwhelmed me. I held his head in my two hands and began to pump my cock into his mouth faster and faster. He reached around and groped my ass, working my butt with his strong fingers. Faster and faster I went now, the need to cum taking over. Faster and faster, and he sucked and licked and sucked some more and then I exploded, my hot white cream hitting the back of his throat, spasm after spasm sending spurt after spurt, and he swallowed it all, and he never missed a beat. I was spent, and I began to slow down. A couple of sudden jerks, and I was done. My cock, though, didn’t soften right away. His warm mouth lingered on it as his tongue licked at any cum that he hadn’t already swallowed. Finally, though, my cock softening, he let it slip out of his mouth and stood up to kiss me. When he broke away he said, “So, do you sleep alone tonight, or do I join you?” My smile was all the answer he needed.