Gay Erotic Stories

Bill watched through the window as Tommy walked away. Just as the train began to pull out, Tommy turned and scanned the windows. Spying Bill, he smiled and waved, and mouthed the words, ‘See you next time.’ Bill waved back. He certainly hoped he would connect with the waiter on his return trip, but that would be a couple of weeks away. The chance was pretty slim. He had managed to straighten himself and his sleeping compartment up before there was a knock on his door. It was Geordie. “Frank’s in the club car,” he said simply. Bill gave a tug to his balls and smiled. “They’re ready and raring to go,” he said. Geordie smiled. “Will you come back later?” Bill asked. “Sure thing,” Geordie answered. “Right after I finish my rounds, about midnight.” Bill looked at his watch. Two hours to go. He decided to head to the club car and see what Frank was doing. When he arrived, he saw Frank sitting with a couple of other young passengers. One was short, dark complexioned, and rather beefy, the other tall and lean, with thick blond curly hair. Both were good looking, but in different ways, and both seemed very interested in what Frank was telling them. As he approached, they all laughed and the shorter fellow said, “Fuckin’ awesome! I’d like a go at that arse myself!” Then they all laughed again. Frank saw Bill first and smiled. He moved to one side to allow Bill to slide onto the seat beside him. “This is Bill,” he said. “Pleased to meet you,” the blond said. “Fuckin’ pleased!” said the shorter guy. “I’m Paul. This here’s Mick.” “Hi,” Bill said. The introductions over, he ordered a drink and waited to see what was going to happen next. There was a moment of awkward silence, then Paul said, “So I hear you’re traveling on this train looking for some action.” “Depends on what kinda action you’re talking about,” Bill said looking at Frank who just sat there, smiling. “Shit, man,” Paul said. “Frank’s been tellin’ us. We want in, don’t we, Mick?” Mick didn’t answer but looked down at Bill’s crotch and then back up at his face. Then he smiled nervously. “Fuckin’ right we do,” Paul said to fill the silence. “Now don’t get me wrong. We’re not queers or nothin,’” he added. “But gees, there’s no fuckin’ tail on this whole fuckin’ train, leastways nothin’ under forty, and we’re horny as hell after listening to Frank’s story. Aren’t we, Mick?” Again, Mick sat in silence, staring at Bill. Bill’s drink arrived and he held his glass up. “Here’s to a good night,” he said, and took a drink. The other three, including Mick, raised their glasses and drank too. Mick stared into his eyes and smiled at him as he lowered his glass. “I wasn’t sure if Frank was tellin’ it straight,” he said. “I ain’t never done nothin’ like that before, suckin’ and fuckin’ guys I mean.” His eyes fell to Bill’s crotch again, as if drawn there by a magnet. “I heard about it, but I never did it. Not much like that goin’ on where I come from. Leastways, not with me knowin’ about it.” I was pretty sure things like that were in fact going on, regardless of where he was from. Hell, even a preacher’s son’s gets his rocks off, don’t he? What guys will do alone, some guys will do together, and some guys, like me, will enjoy it more than you can imagine. “No fuckin’ time like right now to see if’n we like it,” Paul said. “Whata ya say, Bill? Want to let us in?” Bill finished his drink and put his glass down. He looked at Mick, as if deciding. Then he stood up and started out of the club car. Paul jumped up and was right behind him, Mick following and Frank bringing up the rear. Back in the sleeper, Geordie met them just before they got to Bill’s roomette. “Follow me,” he said. They all followed, past Bill’s roomette to the larger family suite at the end of the corridor. Geordie opened the door with his key and let them in. “No one’s booked this room for tonight. More space in here, I think, for what you guys got in mind.” Sure enough, there was a lot more room. Paul was already pulling his shirt tail out of the top of his jeans as Geordie added, “I’ll be back about midnight. Save something for me, okay?” Then he closed the door. “So who wants to do me?” asked Paul, his belt open and his zipper down. A second later, his big hunk of hard meat was out and his hand was firmly encasing it, slowly jerking it. “Fuck, if one of you queers don’t take me soon, I’m going fly solo!” He gave his cock a couple of faster jerks with his hand. To tell the truth, Bill was kinda turned off by Paul’s overzealousness. His pick was Mick, and almost as if they had reached an agreement, they both moved to the end of the bed, leaving Frank the job of satisfying Paul’s urgent need. Frank saw no need of delaying the poor sex-craved idiot much longer. He knelt down in front of him and sucked his short, fat cock into his mouth. He reached up with his two hands and pulled Paul’s pants and underwear to the floor, then pushed the hobbled man back onto the bed, never releasing his suction on Paul’s cock for a second. “Holy fuck!” exclaimed Paul. The he grabbed Frank’s head and began humping his hips up and down, trying to fuck Frank’s face from a prone position. Frank pressed Paul’s body back onto the bed and took control. He worked that short fat cock with his lips and his teeth and his whole mouth, sucking it in and then pulling back to suck it in again to Paul’s sheer delight. It was not long before Paul was kicking his feet and legs out and stiffening up for the big blast. Just before he let his cum come, however, Frank pushed the cock from his mouth and began jerking it with his hand, fast. Suddenly a large spurt of cum arched up and back, and landed on Paul’s shirt which had been pulled up almost to his nipples. Another followed, and then another, these landing on his stomach. Paul’s eyes were bulging out, and he was swearing with every spurt, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Oh God! Fuck!” At last his shower of cream subsided, and so did the swearing. Frank took his handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his mouth as if to get rid of a foul taste, but Paul didn’t notice. “Shit, man!” He said. Wait till I tell the guys I got me a blow job!” Frank rolled sideways and off of Paul. He made no move to lower his pants and seek satisfaction from the other man in return for his efforts. In fact, he didn’t even seem to have a hard-on! Bill guessed that Paul’s behaviour was just as offensive to Frank as it was to him. Bill looked at Mick, who had also been watching the show at the other end of the bed. Mick looked up, sort of apologetically, but made no comment in defense of his friend. Suddenly Bill was hungry for Mick’s body, and reached over and placed his hand on Mick’s chest, feeling the heat from under his shirt. He leaned into him, and Mick moved towards Bill. Again, there seemed to be mutual consent, and an agreement to go slow. Their lips met and as they kissed, long and hard and sweet, Bill could hear Paul: “Holy fuck! They’re kissin’! Do queers really do that? I mean like straight folk? I mean, kiss a guy?” But by then, Paul’s voice faded away from Bill’s consciousness and his whole world was filled with Mick. Mick too seemed to be totally wrapped up in the moment. He responded to Bill’s searching tongue with his own, sucking Bill’s into his mouth and encircling it. He was the first to break the kiss, however, his lips following his delicate fingers down Bill’s neck and waiting patiently as those fingers undid Bill’s shirt buttons. Then they teased their way down to his chest, and his lips pulled gently at the coarse hairs they found there. Bill lay back and let Mick continue. Down further he went, unbuttoning the path as he progressed, finally reaching Bill’s waist belt. It did not take him long to undo this obstacle and before Bill had a chance to respond, Mick had his rock hard cock in his mouth and was sucking and licking him along the road to Nirvana. Bill was determined not to travel the road alone, however, and he pulled back, reached down and brought Mick’s head back up to meet his and began to kiss his way down a similar path, but on Mick’s body. Bill drew his head back once he reached Mick’s chest and admired to view, then dived in and down, reaching his pants only to find the belt buckle open and the path cleared before him. He nibbled Mick’s pubic hairs, sucking at the saltiness, and feeling the heat from the thick, long, nine-inch pole that seemed to be slapping him on the side of the head. Once again he drew back to look, and there it was: Mick’s enormous cock, pulsing with every heart beat, and then it was gone, hidden from view by Bill’s hungry mouth. He licked at it for several minutes, tasting the precum, burying his nose in Mick’s short and curlies with every down thrust. He amazed himself that he was able to take the whole thing in - it was nine inches, surely, and thick, but his throat seemed to open readily to accept this intruder. But that was only to prepare the way for them to mount the glorious mountain together. Bill swung his body sideways, still keeping Mick’s cock in his mouth, and brought his own hips to within reach of Mick’s face. Mick took the offered piece of hard meat and drew it into his hot, moist mouth. Turning again to gain a more comfortable position, one that satisfied them both, their lovemaking began. “Holy fuck!” Bill heard in a brief moment on connection with the world beyond Mick’s crotch. Then he was back, floating down a river, much like the Niagara, nearing the precipice, and finally soaring out and over and down with Mick as they both came together. Bill sucked and sucked and swallowed every drop of Mick’s offering. Mick, less experienced, it seemed, choked a bit on the first blast of white hot cream, but soon settled in to taste the wonderful elixir of the gods. Once sated, they both let go, coming together for a final kiss of gratitude, and then collapsing into each other’s arms. Only then did the outside world, the world of the train they were riding, and of Frank, and of Paul and his ignorant obscenities, come rushing in. “Fuck! Did you see that? Holy fuck! Gees, Mick, you was enjoying that, wasn’t you? Gees, man, are you a queer or somethin’ too? Why the fuck you never told me before? Why the fuck you never did me like you just did him? Holy Jeesless fuck!” “Anyone can suck cock,” said Frank, “but it takes two to make love. What you saw was making love. What you did with me was get your rocks off. There’s a difference.” But Paul just looked at him blankly. “Philistine!” thought Frank, as he looked at his watch. 11:15. Geordie would soon be here. He could wait.