Gay Erotic Stories

If you’ve read parts 1 and 2, you will know that Frank had given me my very first blowjob, and I had just finished sucking his marvelous eight-inch cock. The two of us were lying side by side on the little bed in my roomette on the train. Just then, however, there was a rapid knocking at my door, and a voice calling. “Yes, what is it?” I responded as Frank and I hurriedly pulled our jeans up and straightened our clothing. The knocking continued, not quite so anxiously now. When we had everything tucked into place, I opened the door. It turned out to be the train steward. I remembered him from when I had boarded the train an hour ago. I had sized him up a bit as he led me to my roomette and held the door open for me, and I liked what I saw: great body, I had thought then, and I couldn’t help noticing it again as I faced him now. “Are you all right sir?” he asked, looking at me anxiously, and then past me at Frank. A smile spread across his face, a smile of sudden comprehension. The steward was, after all, likely a college student himself, working the trains as a summer job. He looked at me again and said, “You kept ringing my buzzer and when I came to answer it, you were sort of knocking on your door - more like bumping into it repeatedly, actually, not really knocking.” That must have been when Frank’s ass kept hitting the wall and the door, I thought. Fuck, we had been bouncing off the fuckin’ buzzer! “I knocked back but you didn’t answer,” the steward continued. “I listened at your door and I heard loud groans, sir. I was wondering if there was anything I could do to help?” With that last question, his hand went to his crotch where he attempted to straighten the bulge that seemed to be very much in evidence there. He looked at me again and saw me watching his hand moving. “Seems like you’re the one with a problem,” I said. “Wanna come in and see if we can help you solve it?” The steward looked at me and then at Frank, as if trying to make up his mind. He obviously knew what we had been doing, and I was pretty sure he wanted a little action for himself. Hell, who wouldn’t? Could you listen to two guys suckin’ cock and not get a hard-on yourself? Frank reached over and pressed his hand on the steward’s now rock hard cock, hidden from view behind the black fabric of his pants. “I think I’d like a piece of that,” he said, giving it a squeeze. Now we could see its approximate size, with the fabric pressed tightly against it, and I must admit that I wanted a closer look myself. The steward stood there, and didn’t try to remove Frank’s hand. “We can help you with that,” I said. That was all it took to convince him. He moved toward us, and closed the roomette door behind him. He moved into the centre of the small space between the door and the bed. There was a full-length mirror hanging on the door to the bathroom, and he stood with his back to it, facing us. Frank, who had started copping a feel first, continued what he was doing, and reached under to feel the steward’s balls. “Nice ones,” he said, approving of what he felt there. “Check him out,” he said to me, moving his hand back up the front of the pants to allow me access. I reached over and found the balls, and they were, indeed, a good size. Big balls, big cock? I wanted to find out. I slid my hand up and traced the length of the steward’s rock hard cock and found that I was right. Frank was undoing the guy’s belt buckle and then the button underneath it as I found the top of the zipper and began to pull it down. Then Frank pulled the guy’s shirt up and out from his pants, way up, to show a firm, muscular abdomen, and short, dark curly hair spreading down from his stomach into his underwear which was now showing. I watched as Frank’s hands explored that chest from the back, and then started undoing the buttons. “Red underwear!” Frank exclaimed after I had gotten the guy’s black uniform pants down a bit so we could see. “Fuckin’ hot!” As I pulled his pants down further, we could see that they were very brief briefs, and the bulge pressing out from inside was throbbing, heat emanating from it. The bulge stuck out from his body, not straight out, sort of angled up and out, but I’m sure you get the picture. The elastic band kept the briefs tight to him at the top, though the hard cock underneath was doing its best to escape. I decided to help it, and reached inside where I found the treasure I was seeking. The guy still had his skin, unlike Frank whose eight-inch masterpiece of manhood had been cut. I still had my hood too, so I knew just what to do with the steward’s. I stuck my finger in under the skin and it slid easily around the head, gathering up a great scoop of clear liquid precum which I then brought up to my mouth. I licked my cum-covered finger and then brought it the rest of the way up to the steward’s mouth to let him taste his own body liquor. By now, Frank had the steward’s shirt and undershirt off, and we got a real good look at his lean, strong body. Frank was standing behind him, reaching around to feel his nipples and tease his thick, dark chest hair. He had more hair than either of us, or at least he seemed to. Frank’s chest hair was blond and there might have been as much of it, but blond hair is not as noticeable as dark hair, on a chest anyway. My own chest was practically hairless, just a light dusting. Anyway, Frank’s hands had roused the steward’s nipples, which now stood out firm and swollen. Frank reached under and raised the guy’s arms, exposing his armpits. Frank leaned in, and began to lick under one arm, savoring the guy’s salty sweat. Then he licked his way across the guy’s back and slipped into the other armpit for a sniff and a lick there. Funny how body smells can drive you mad when you are in the height of passion? Sometimes I think we take too many showers and lose out on the animal attraction that body smells create. Those were only fleeting thoughts, however. By now, I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth and replaced my dry hand and searching finger with a wet mouth and eager tongue. At times, I could see in the mirror what Frank was doing round the back. I saw that he moved one of his hands to the guy’s ass and began fingering his back passage. He tried to work it in, but it was too dry. He brought the finger around to the steward’s face, first for him to smell his own body essence, and then to lick it and lubricate it himself so that when Frank returned it to his ass, it slipped right in. One finger, then two, and then Frank dropped to his knees and put his tongue where the fingers had been. So, you get the picture? There we were, going at the guy front and back and he was in heaven! By now, though, I doubt he even felt Frank’s tongue as his cock and balls responded to my ministrations. He reached down and grabbed me by the hair and began to try to take over, to fuck my face at his speed instead of mine. He was so horny now his needs were taking over, and he couldn’t wait for satisfaction at the slow pace I was setting. He kept his body still, though, so he must have known what Frank was doing to his ass. He was pulling my head back and forth, his cock in my mouth, my tongue exciting him like his own hand could not do in the privacy of his own room. Frank was not to be forgotten, however. He was now standing behind the steward, his own pants dropped to the floor, and his cock replacing both fingers and tongue. He drove his cock into the steward’s ass, pushing his body over into a bent position as he did so. That made my position less comfortable, and I swiveled to the side, keeping the guy’s cock from slipping out of my mouth. “Fuck!” he exclaimed. “Holy fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oooohh fuck!” and with that last exclamation, he blew his load into my mouth, and I had my second serving of hot cream in less than an hour. I sucked what I could from his softening cock, but found my position even more precarious as Frank’s lust mounted. Finally I let the steward’s cock slip out of my mouth and crawled out from under. I dropped my pants and took my own throbbing cock in my hand. I began to jerk myself off as Frank pushed the steward right down onto the bed and drove his cock deeper and deeper into his ass. He was riding him good, and both of them were enjoying it, Frank even more so, though, if the level of groans and grunts was any indication. Faster he went now, his balls slapping time as he drove in and out, in and out, faster, and with more insistence until he gave one final great thrust and kept his cock there, deep inside the steward’s ass, and shot his load of hot cum. Then he made a few more rapid plunging motions, before collapsing onto the steward’s glistening body. The sight and smell of it helped to bring me to the edge and soon I was falling over, my cum spraying up and down onto the steward’s back, and the three of us lay there, gasping for breath. When the excitement of the moment had passed, the steward turned his head towards me and said, “My name’s Geordy, by the way, and I owe you one. Just press the buzzer whenever you need me and I’ll cum. It will be my pleasure to serve you during your trip. Both of you,” he added, as he turned his head to face Frank. “Glad to have you on board,” he said, smiling at his own little joke. And I bet he was, too!