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The lights in the train car brightened as we slowed and I looked out the small window beside my third class seat. I could see my dark-haired reflection in the glass. I needed a shave. Beyond was the station here in the middle of nowhere, lit only by flickering, dim bulbs. The night was gray-gray wooden building, gray platform, gray drizzle. Two more days of this before I reached Berlin.
I had been lucky to make it on the train. At first I'd been told there was no seat for me, but then at the last minute the conductor had motioned me aboard and shown me to a small cabinet at the end of the car. One of the couch-like benches and most of the aisle was stacked with bundled goods on their way to Berlin-probably some sort of sideline scam of one of the railway workers-while the seating facing it was empty.
I hoisted my bags overhead and sat, grateful to be aboard. At least I had the cramped car to myself. I settled deeper into the seat, thinking of the young German soldiers who packed the next several cabins. Undoubtedly horny, I had a gut feeling that as soon as the lights dimmed for the night, those beefy recruits would be secretly wanking their big sausages and squirting their loads, and the thought of all that jizz just going to waste was depressing. Especially as I had been suffering from a boner for the last three hours, and the constant vibration of the train was making it all worse. And what were the chances I was gong to get any action on a train? My balls ached. I pressed down hard on the boner that was straining against the thigh of my jeans.
"Is this seat taken?" A male voice, a heavy German accent. "My ticket is for the next cabin, but it's so crowded with drunken soldiers."
"Oh, shit," I stammered, pulling my coat across my lap to hide my hard-on. I looked up and anything else I planned to say died in my throat. A huge, young guy, tall, blond and beautiful, waited for my answer. I swallowed. His shortish blond hair and wide blue eyes were the only soft things about him. His face was finely chiseled, his jaw square. His slightly crooked nose and blond mustache only made him more ruggedly handsome. He looked to be in his early twenties, and from his manner of dress and his rucksack, I took him to be a student. A lightning glance at his chest showed me a tight black shirt hiding none of the hard muscles. Wisps of hair curled from the low collar. A brown leather jacket completed the picture.
"Have a seat," I mumbled, red faced. I was still arranging my coat over my lap, trying not to be obvious about it. He smiled and I saw his glance frankly appraise my crotch.
"Thank you." Slowly, he took his jacket off.
I devoured his rippling back muscles as he twisted and turned in the small aisle. His back was wide and my hands tingled at the thought of touching him.
"Very crowded," the German said. He sat down heavily, placing his jacket in the seat between us and patting it down. I couldn't talk. My rock-hard dick was so constricted by my jeans, I felt like it was going to break off if I didn't get some relief, and soon. Maybe I should make a run for the toilets and jerk off. I tried to move my cock to a more comfortable position by wiggling around, but it didn't work.
"You are uncomfortable?" he asked in his thick accent.
I met his eyes. "No," I managed to croak, and I cleared my throat. "No, I'm okay. I just, I'm fine," I finished lamely. He nodded, and just stared into my eyes. For just a second I thought I saw a smile on his face. Then the train started into the night, and the lights dimmed for the sleeping passengers. I wished I could sleep, but I knew there was no way, not now. Not with this hard-on and certainly not with this incredible German next to me. I sat back and watched him out of the corners of my eyes. My cock was throbbing against my zipper. This was torture. He wasn't watching, and I pulled my coat up higher, covering my lap entirely, and in the same motion unzipped my jeans. My nine-inch meat sprang into my hand and I closed my eyes in ecstasy as I squeezed. No, I wasn't going to jerk off here, but finally getting out of the prison of my pants was a relief. I squeezed myself a little, lost in the thought of this man next to me. I heard him move in his seat and I could smell his cologne. I breathed in.
"You are sure you are okay?" His voice was close, and I jerked my eyes open. He'd leaned closer, his shoulder touching mine. I felt the strength of him - enough strength to hold me down, to fuck me hard, to do to me whatever he wanted.
"I'm okay," I whispered. I looked at his mustache, at the hard line of his jaw. He stared at me, spreading his legs wide, and I could see the outline of his long, thick dick. Was it growing, or was that only my imagination?
My own dick was hot, throbbing. I took a deep breath. No more. I couldn't handle it anymore, I needed to shoot. Not too far down the aisle was the restroom, and relief. Carefully I forced my rock-hard dick back into my jeans and zipped them up. I was so hard I couldn't get them fastened, a good three inches of my rod poked from the top.
Oh well. As long as I kept my shirt untucked, I guessed I'd be alright. I stood, making sure the front of my shirt covered me, and for a moment I simply stared at this man next to me. He shifted in his seat, spreading his legs still wider to give me more room to maneuver. I started past him, my hard cock throbbing against my stomach beneath the shirt. I edged along, only inches from his mouth - those lips once more parted as he watched me slide past him, my rock-hard pole twitching relentlessly.
"You are a cocksucker, I think." I FROZE! I met his eyes and he nodded. "You heard me, I think."
He stroked along the thick pole running down his left thigh. I could see it pulse and jump. "Well?" he asked. "You will suck me?"
Just then the door rattled open. It was the conductor, checking on his goods. "I have to use the toilet," I said, flustered by this near discovery. I pushed my way through the door into the hall that ran along the side of the car.
As I moved to the end of the car, where the toilets were, I sensed someone right behind me. It was my cabin-mate. He began to feel up my ass even before I had the door to the W.C. open.
"Yes, the toilet is a good idea. More private. Maybe I will also fuck you," he said, pushing me forward, his crotch against my ass. I heard him shut and lock the door behind us. I could hear him unzipping his pants, and then he pulled my hand behind me and rubbed it up and down the massive cock that was now sticking out the front of his pants. He began sliding it up and down between my jean-clad butt cheeks. "You like it?" he breathed into my ear, tickling the hair on the back of my neck, pressing close to me, his dick still rubbing between my cheeks. "It is big enough for you?" I turned around.
"Oh, my god," I groaned as I caught sight of his enormous, uncut sausage in the dim light of the W.C. It was dark and angry looking, and must have been nearly a foot in length, with the kind of long, dark foreskin that not only totally covers the dickhead, but then hangs down off the tip like a skin-straw. Pre-cum was dripping out the end. He showed it to me, offering it on both open palms. All I could think about was his big hose cumming into my mouth. There was no way I could keep myself off my knees.
As I knelt before him, he began to slap my face with his long, thick hose. "You want it very much?" he asked. "Tell me that you want it very much." He kept smacking it wetly against my cheeks and mouth, strands of pre-spooge dripping down my face. "How do you want it?" he asked repeatedly. He reached forward, grabbing my shoulder and pulling my shirt up. I could hear my own hoarse breathing as I groaned and leaned forward, opening my mouth and inhaling the strong scent of his sex. I leaned into him, engulfing the huge, hooded head with my mouth, his cock hot and wet against my lips as I pulled on the buttons of his jeans. He laughed and pushed me off his dick, then popped the buttons open and pulled his jeans down onto his thighs. As his cock sprung free, I sucked the long, fleshy tube of foreskin, sucking out the strong-smelling pre-cum, sticking my tongue deep inside to lick his parted dick-lips. His dick jumped in my mouth and as I began to suck up and down on that velvet shaft I used one hand to stroke the lower several inches that I couldn't fit in my mouth and throat. As my right hand stroked up and down on the base of his cock, my left wandered up to tangle in the thick hair on his chest. I felt and squeezed his nipples and I could tell he liked it, by the way he trembled and tried to thrust the rest of his meat-plug down my throat. I began swallowing more dick down my gullet.
His dick swelled in my mouth, grew hotter. I closed my eyes and reached down to grab my own cock. I was ready to explode. I pulled my mouth free of his meat. "Wait a second," I stammered. He pushed forward impatiently, his wet dick burning against my face. "What do you want?" he asked "Fuck me," I moaned. I stood up, dropping my pants and turning around to grasp either side of the sink. "You are sure you have enough room for my big dick?" he asked. His hands slid down, cupped my cheeks, as he moved up against me. I could feel my hard dick throbbing, wanting him inside me, packing me to the hilt. I could feel his fingers exploring my crack. I heard him spit and felt it sliding down my crack as his finger pushed against my asshole, probing, moving into me, moving inside.
"Please fuck me," I whispered. I felt my ass tighten around his finger, wanting his huge dick inside me. I heard the sound of more spitting, as his fingers worked my asshole. "Do it now," I panted. "Fuck me hard, make me cum." With one foot he pushed my pants down around my ankles and I stepped out of them, prying off my shoes. I spread my legs wide, my asshole ready, my cock jumping.
"You want my cock?" he whispered, a hand moving around to grasp my dick hard. I caught my breath, feeling the tip of his rod push against my ass, sliding around as though probing for the hole. "You want my cock?" he repeated. But before I could answer he shoved it into me, the whole of this thick, hard dick. Inch after inch, all the way in. I couldn't believe it. My ass burned as he forced it open, as he shoved it in all the way to the root. I let out a groan of pain and he covered my mouth with his assy fingers as he yanked his dick back out. "What do you want?" he whispered, freeing my lips of his spit-stinky hand. His other palm continued to move along my dick, stroking hard, his fingers pulling on my balls.
"Fuck me," I croaked. "Please fuck me."
With a low grunt he rammed his cock into my ass, again all the way in, prying me open with his foot-long meat. I felt his fat cockhead deep inside as his hot hand worked my sliming dick, pumping it with the same rough rhythm he was fucking my ass with. I closed my eyes and pushed back hard, meeting every thrust. He fucked me hard and rough for several minutes, until I could hear him panting as loud as I was. "You want my cum inside you?" His hoarse voice echoed in my ear. "You want me to fill your hole with my cum?" "Give it to me," I whispered. He fucked me faster, harder, and his dick felt even larger, wider. So big. I loved it, my ass gripped him, pulling him deeper into me. I held his hot, vibrating cock with my aching asshole. Now he was yanking on my balls with one hand, while the other pulled my dick with the rhythm of his cock fucking my ass, in and out. I groaned, feeling my cum building, my balls tensing. Then, just as my stomach clenched and my dick exploded cream into his pumping hand, I felt his cock jump inside me as he released cum into my waiting ass. He bit me, hard, on the shoulder as he thrust into me, as the a****l took over and he became simply a pumping, thrusting, fucking machine, cumming into me again and again, filling me with hot juice. I came forever, creamy and wet all over his wide, strong hand and the little steel sink. Finally, he collapsed against me, his dick still inside, still big, still filling my hole. His breathing slowed. I stood there leaning forward, watching my enormous wad collecting and sliding down the drain.
All of a sudden, my legs gave out and he grabbed my hips to hold me up. "Oops," he said, "careful." He shoved his dick back inside again. It wasn't as hard anymore but still wide and thick.
"This was better than jerking off, yes?" he asked softly. I could only nod. With my right hand I reached around and pulled on his ass, sinking his cock even deeper inside. His hand squeezed my dick and then squeezed my balls.
"What is your station?" he asked. "I'm not getting off till Berlin," I answered, my voice weak with the aftermath of being so thoroughly fucked. "You?" I felt his mustache rough against the back of my neck as he pushed his growing dick as far inside as it would go. "Berlin is beautiful this time of year," he said. His cock jumped inside me, pressing the walls of my ass. He thrust into me again, now totally hard. "I can show you my city, yes?"
"Yes," I answered. My cock pulsed to life as I pushed my ass back, prepared to receive the second-best fuck of my trip. I grinned. Berlin was still two days away.
The lights in the train car brightened as we slowed and I looked out the small window beside my third class seat. I could see my dark-haired reflection in the glass. I needed a shave. Beyond was the station here in the middle of nowhere, lit only by flickering, dim bulbs. The night was gray-gray wooden building, gray platform, gray drizzle. Two more days of this before I reached Berlin.
I had been lucky to make it on the train. At first I'd been told there was no seat for me, but then at the last minute the conductor had motioned me aboard and shown me to a small cabinet at the end of the car. One of the couch-like benches and most of the aisle was stacked with bundled goods on their way to Berlin-probably some sort of sideline scam of one of the railway workers-while the seating facing it was empty.
I hoisted my bags overhead and sat, grateful to be aboard. At least I had the cramped car to myself. I settled deeper into the seat, thinking of the young German soldiers who packed the next several cabins. Undoubtedly horny, I had a gut feeling that as soon as the lights dimmed for the night, those beefy recruits would be secretly wanking their big sausages and squirting their loads, and the thought of all that jizz just going to waste was depressing. Especially as I had been suffering from a boner for the last three hours, and the constant vibration of the train was making it all worse. And what were the chances I was gong to get any action on a train? My balls ached. I pressed down hard on the boner that was straining against the thigh of my jeans.
"Is this seat taken?" A male voice, a heavy German accent. "My ticket is for the next cabin, but it's so crowded with drunken soldiers."
"Oh, shit," I stammered, pulling my coat across my lap to hide my hard-on. I looked up and anything else I planned to say died in my throat. A huge, young guy, tall, blond and beautiful, waited for my answer. I swallowed. His shortish blond hair and wide blue eyes were the only soft things about him. His face was finely chiseled, his jaw square. His slightly crooked nose and blond mustache only made him more ruggedly handsome. He looked to be in his early twenties, and from his manner of dress and his rucksack, I took him to be a student. A lightning glance at his chest showed me a tight black shirt hiding none of the hard muscles. Wisps of hair curled from the low collar. A brown leather jacket completed the picture.
"Have a seat," I mumbled, red faced. I was still arranging my coat over my lap, trying not to be obvious about it. He smiled and I saw his glance frankly appraise my crotch.
"Thank you." Slowly, he took his jacket off.
I devoured his rippling back muscles as he twisted and turned in the small aisle. His back was wide and my hands tingled at the thought of touching him.
"Very crowded," the German said. He sat down heavily, placing his jacket in the seat between us and patting it down. I couldn't talk. My rock-hard dick was so constricted by my jeans, I felt like it was going to break off if I didn't get some relief, and soon. Maybe I should make a run for the toilets and jerk off. I tried to move my cock to a more comfortable position by wiggling around, but it didn't work.
"You are uncomfortable?" he asked in his thick accent.
I met his eyes. "No," I managed to croak, and I cleared my throat. "No, I'm okay. I just, I'm fine," I finished lamely. He nodded, and just stared into my eyes. For just a second I thought I saw a smile on his face. Then the train started into the night, and the lights dimmed for the sleeping passengers. I wished I could sleep, but I knew there was no way, not now. Not with this hard-on and certainly not with this incredible German next to me. I sat back and watched him out of the corners of my eyes. My cock was throbbing against my zipper. This was torture. He wasn't watching, and I pulled my coat up higher, covering my lap entirely, and in the same motion unzipped my jeans. My nine-inch meat sprang into my hand and I closed my eyes in ecstasy as I squeezed. No, I wasn't going to jerk off here, but finally getting out of the prison of my pants was a relief. I squeezed myself a little, lost in the thought of this man next to me. I heard him move in his seat and I could smell his cologne. I breathed in.
"You are sure you are okay?" His voice was close, and I jerked my eyes open. He'd leaned closer, his shoulder touching mine. I felt the strength of him - enough strength to hold me down, to fuck me hard, to do to me whatever he wanted.
"I'm okay," I whispered. I looked at his mustache, at the hard line of his jaw. He stared at me, spreading his legs wide, and I could see the outline of his long, thick dick. Was it growing, or was that only my imagination?
My own dick was hot, throbbing. I took a deep breath. No more. I couldn't handle it anymore, I needed to shoot. Not too far down the aisle was the restroom, and relief. Carefully I forced my rock-hard dick back into my jeans and zipped them up. I was so hard I couldn't get them fastened, a good three inches of my rod poked from the top.
Oh well. As long as I kept my shirt untucked, I guessed I'd be alright. I stood, making sure the front of my shirt covered me, and for a moment I simply stared at this man next to me. He shifted in his seat, spreading his legs still wider to give me more room to maneuver. I started past him, my hard cock throbbing against my stomach beneath the shirt. I edged along, only inches from his mouth - those lips once more parted as he watched me slide past him, my rock-hard pole twitching relentlessly.
"You are a cocksucker, I think." I FROZE! I met his eyes and he nodded. "You heard me, I think."
He stroked along the thick pole running down his left thigh. I could see it pulse and jump. "Well?" he asked. "You will suck me?"
Just then the door rattled open. It was the conductor, checking on his goods. "I have to use the toilet," I said, flustered by this near discovery. I pushed my way through the door into the hall that ran along the side of the car.
As I moved to the end of the car, where the toilets were, I sensed someone right behind me. It was my cabin-mate. He began to feel up my ass even before I had the door to the W.C. open.
"Yes, the toilet is a good idea. More private. Maybe I will also fuck you," he said, pushing me forward, his crotch against my ass. I heard him shut and lock the door behind us. I could hear him unzipping his pants, and then he pulled my hand behind me and rubbed it up and down the massive cock that was now sticking out the front of his pants. He began sliding it up and down between my jean-clad butt cheeks. "You like it?" he breathed into my ear, tickling the hair on the back of my neck, pressing close to me, his dick still rubbing between my cheeks. "It is big enough for you?" I turned around.
"Oh, my god," I groaned as I caught sight of his enormous, uncut sausage in the dim light of the W.C. It was dark and angry looking, and must have been nearly a foot in length, with the kind of long, dark foreskin that not only totally covers the dickhead, but then hangs down off the tip like a skin-straw. Pre-cum was dripping out the end. He showed it to me, offering it on both open palms. All I could think about was his big hose cumming into my mouth. There was no way I could keep myself off my knees.
As I knelt before him, he began to slap my face with his long, thick hose. "You want it very much?" he asked. "Tell me that you want it very much." He kept smacking it wetly against my cheeks and mouth, strands of pre-spooge dripping down my face. "How do you want it?" he asked repeatedly. He reached forward, grabbing my shoulder and pulling my shirt up. I could hear my own hoarse breathing as I groaned and leaned forward, opening my mouth and inhaling the strong scent of his sex. I leaned into him, engulfing the huge, hooded head with my mouth, his cock hot and wet against my lips as I pulled on the buttons of his jeans. He laughed and pushed me off his dick, then popped the buttons open and pulled his jeans down onto his thighs. As his cock sprung free, I sucked the long, fleshy tube of foreskin, sucking out the strong-smelling pre-cum, sticking my tongue deep inside to lick his parted dick-lips. His dick jumped in my mouth and as I began to suck up and down on that velvet shaft I used one hand to stroke the lower several inches that I couldn't fit in my mouth and throat. As my right hand stroked up and down on the base of his cock, my left wandered up to tangle in the thick hair on his chest. I felt and squeezed his nipples and I could tell he liked it, by the way he trembled and tried to thrust the rest of his meat-plug down my throat. I began swallowing more dick down my gullet.
His dick swelled in my mouth, grew hotter. I closed my eyes and reached down to grab my own cock. I was ready to explode. I pulled my mouth free of his meat. "Wait a second," I stammered. He pushed forward impatiently, his wet dick burning against my face. "What do you want?" he asked "Fuck me," I moaned. I stood up, dropping my pants and turning around to grasp either side of the sink. "You are sure you have enough room for my big dick?" he asked. His hands slid down, cupped my cheeks, as he moved up against me. I could feel my hard dick throbbing, wanting him inside me, packing me to the hilt. I could feel his fingers exploring my crack. I heard him spit and felt it sliding down my crack as his finger pushed against my asshole, probing, moving into me, moving inside.
"Please fuck me," I whispered. I felt my ass tighten around his finger, wanting his huge dick inside me. I heard the sound of more spitting, as his fingers worked my asshole. "Do it now," I panted. "Fuck me hard, make me cum." With one foot he pushed my pants down around my ankles and I stepped out of them, prying off my shoes. I spread my legs wide, my asshole ready, my cock jumping.
"You want my cock?" he whispered, a hand moving around to grasp my dick hard. I caught my breath, feeling the tip of his rod push against my ass, sliding around as though probing for the hole. "You want my cock?" he repeated. But before I could answer he shoved it into me, the whole of this thick, hard dick. Inch after inch, all the way in. I couldn't believe it. My ass burned as he forced it open, as he shoved it in all the way to the root. I let out a groan of pain and he covered my mouth with his assy fingers as he yanked his dick back out. "What do you want?" he whispered, freeing my lips of his spit-stinky hand. His other palm continued to move along my dick, stroking hard, his fingers pulling on my balls.
"Fuck me," I croaked. "Please fuck me."
With a low grunt he rammed his cock into my ass, again all the way in, prying me open with his foot-long meat. I felt his fat cockhead deep inside as his hot hand worked my sliming dick, pumping it with the same rough rhythm he was fucking my ass with. I closed my eyes and pushed back hard, meeting every thrust. He fucked me hard and rough for several minutes, until I could hear him panting as loud as I was. "You want my cum inside you?" His hoarse voice echoed in my ear. "You want me to fill your hole with my cum?" "Give it to me," I whispered. He fucked me faster, harder, and his dick felt even larger, wider. So big. I loved it, my ass gripped him, pulling him deeper into me. I held his hot, vibrating cock with my aching asshole. Now he was yanking on my balls with one hand, while the other pulled my dick with the rhythm of his cock fucking my ass, in and out. I groaned, feeling my cum building, my balls tensing. Then, just as my stomach clenched and my dick exploded cream into his pumping hand, I felt his cock jump inside me as he released cum into my waiting ass. He bit me, hard, on the shoulder as he thrust into me, as the a****l took over and he became simply a pumping, thrusting, fucking machine, cumming into me again and again, filling me with hot juice. I came forever, creamy and wet all over his wide, strong hand and the little steel sink. Finally, he collapsed against me, his dick still inside, still big, still filling my hole. His breathing slowed. I stood there leaning forward, watching my enormous wad collecting and sliding down the drain.
All of a sudden, my legs gave out and he grabbed my hips to hold me up. "Oops," he said, "careful." He shoved his dick back inside again. It wasn't as hard anymore but still wide and thick.
"This was better than jerking off, yes?" he asked softly. I could only nod. With my right hand I reached around and pulled on his ass, sinking his cock even deeper inside. His hand squeezed my dick and then squeezed my balls.
"What is your station?" he asked. "I'm not getting off till Berlin," I answered, my voice weak with the aftermath of being so thoroughly fucked. "You?" I felt his mustache rough against the back of my neck as he pushed his growing dick as far inside as it would go. "Berlin is beautiful this time of year," he said. His cock jumped inside me, pressing the walls of my ass. He thrust into me again, now totally hard. "I can show you my city, yes?"
"Yes," I answered. My cock pulsed to life as I pushed my ass back, prepared to receive the second-best fuck of my trip. I grinned. Berlin was still two days away.
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