Gay Erotic Stories

It was dark as I arrived at the railway station to catch my train into work. The long winter nights lasted well into the early hours of the morning and traveling to work now felt like a nighttime excursion. I arrived at the station at 7.20 a.m. - my usual time. There were usually quite a few people on the platform waiting for the 7.48 to arrive, but this morning there was only one other person. He was a railway worker, and was always at the station on weekday mornings, waiting for the train that would take him to the station where he worked. He was not like the stereotypical railway worker. This man was young - about 25 years old. He was clean-shaven, and had dark-blonde hair that had been naturally highlighted by working in the sun. His narrow blue eyes were what drew my attention to him the first time I saw him at this station. I was attracted to him from that moment, but knew he had to be straight. He was sitting on the bench smoking a cigarette. I was turned on by the way he inhaled deeply, and then let the smoke casually drift from his nostrils a little before exhaling. He was wearing his work clothes: a dirty, oily pair of jeans, badly scuffed work boots and a grubby denim shirt. He also wore a dirty orange waistcoat over the shirt, and a big orange working jacket over it all. The station lights caught the fluorescent strips on the sleeves and back of his jacket. He was good looking, rugged and quite tall. I was feeling a stirring in my trousers, and felt myself getting hard. I was also feeling the need to pee, and so I turned away and headed for the toilet. Once inside I headed for the urinal and freed my stiffening member. While I was peeing, I checked my watch. It would be another twenty minutes before the train came, and so, as I finished my piss, I slowly stroked my cock, imagining the railway worker was caressing my body and getting ready to fuck me. "You enjoying that?" a voice behind me startled me and I tried to hide what I was doing. I looked over my shoulder and saw the railway worker standing behind me, frowning. His hands were in his jacket pockets, legs apart and looking mean. I couldn't answer. Had he seen me? Of course he had! He wouldn't be asking otherwise. I looked all around me, trying to find some escape, help or something. He stepped forwards quickly and I braced myself, thinking he was going to beat me up. Instead, he grabbed my hand and pressed it against his crotch. I could feel a long, stiff rod there. I also felt his hand grab a hold of my cock and start rubbing it up and down. He had calloused hands, because I felt them rubbing against my exposed head, which in one sense was painful, but in another sent me into ecstasy. I felt him pull the fly of his jeans down and Push my hand into the opening. I felt hot, hard flesh, and a think bush of hair at first, but as he pushed my hand further in, my fingers curled around something long and stiff. He pulled at my wrist and out it came. It looked only semi-hard, but must have been ten inches long. A thick fold of foreskin covered the head, and it was covered in dark hair along the shaft. Two large balls followed the cock. I looked away from his cock at first into those narrow eyes. He was looking at me and smiling expectantly. I got down onto my knees and tentatively stroked his cock. The railway worker brushed my hands away and in one swift motion pulled back his foreskin. A huge glob of pre-cum formed on the head of his cock, and he pushed the foreskin back over the knob, and pulled it back again, allowing the pre-cum to cover the head. Then, with his other hand, he took a hold of the back of my head and forced me forward. I opened my mouth as he pulled at my hair, and suddenly my mouth and throat were filled with this monster cock. "Ah, yeah", he moaned as he pulled my head up and down his cock. I was powerless. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock and stroked, but it seemed like he was just using me like some kind of male sex toy, just to get himself off. "Suck it, yeah," he moaned "get me off," I rolled my tongue around his cock head on the upstrokes, and tried not to gag as he thrust his cock down my throat and back again. With my other hand I reached down and I started to jack myself off. I knew I couldn't last long, this had been one of my fantasies for the last few weeks and now that it was coming true I couldn't hold back. I felt the folds of his orange jacket against my cheeks as he pulled my head back and forth. I could smell diesel oil on his clothing, as my nose got closer to the fabric with each thrust. I knew I would cum bucket-loads in a few seconds. Suddenly he pulled my head off his cock and slapped my hand away form my own member. He grabbed my shoulders and twisted me around to face the wall, and then he yanked my trousers and underpants down to my ankles. His fingernails scratched at me, he was being so rough. Then one hand pushed my face against the wall, and I was pinned. The next thing I knew, I heard him spitting, but nothing was hitting the ground. I first thought of my back, but then I knew what was happening. I felt hot flesh pushing at my arse cheeks, as his lubricated cock tried to find entry. I had fantasized about this, too, but now I was afraid. I'd never actually been fucked before, although I'd played around with toys and could manage up to about eight inches. This was over ten inches and much thicker than anything I had used on myself. I felt the head of his cock poking at my hole, and I was tensed. He let go of my face and I felt one arm grab me around the waist while the other grabbed hold of my cock. Then he took hold of the head of my cock and draw the foreskin right along my shaft. I moaned and as I did he pulled with his arm and I felt his shaft slide right inside me. I almost screamed in pain but his hand shot from my cock and covered my mouth. "Shut the fuck up!" he hissed. "You know you want this." Then he pulled at my waist again and his rod slid further into me. The pain was subsiding as his cock slid further and further until I felt his jeans pressing against my backside. His left hand slid up and down my cock slowly, grating his calluses against my cock head and driving me wild. Then he slowly started to pull his cock out from my arse, and push it back, slowly fucking my arse. "Oh, this is fucking it," he groaned as he picked up his pace, thrusting and withdrawing and letting me feel the full length of his shaft sliding up and down inside me. His jacket zip rubbed against my back, and the jacket was cold against me. I could smell the after-smell of cigarettes on his breath, but to me at this moment it smelled like cologne. His hand was briskly wanking me and I couldn't hold back any more. I felt myself clamping down on his cock as I shot my wad against the toilet wall. As spurt after spurt of cum erupted from my sore cock I felt him jerking behind me and grunting hard "oh fuck YESS". Suddenly he was cumming inside me, filling me with his juices. "Oh Jesus! He moaned as his hands suddenly started to caress my waist in a much more gentle fashion than this brutal fucking I had just undergone. His hands unbuttoned my shirt as his orgasm subsided and he caressed my naked chest, lingering over my nipples and making me so hot. His head was on my shoulder now, his still-hard cock still gently twitching inside me. He whispered into my ear, "You've been wanting that for weeks, haven't you?" I admitted it. I really liked him and had fantasized about it for weeks. His tongue was licking my ear lobe while I answered. He pulled his cock out and turned me around, pressing his lips against mine and forcing his tongue into my mouth in a heavy kiss. I could taste the cigarettes, but my head was swimming and it only added to my arousal. His softening cock was pressing against mine as he pulled me closer to him and leaned over me, bending me back. He released me after some moments. "Sorry if it was a bit brutal," he said casually, as though apologizing for sneezing. "I like to be in command, in control. It turns me on." I had to admit to him that it turned me on when he was in control, even more than my fantasies. I also told him that those work clothes were a part of my fantasies. They turned me on, too. "Yeah?" He looked pleasantly surprised. "Bet you like leather jackets and army uniforms too." I admitted that they were in my fantasies too. "Well, mate, I'm Jonno, and I bet I could make every one of your fantasies real." I bet he can, too. More to follow in Part 2 when Jonno introduces me to the whole work team!