Adventures on a Train Chapter 1
He captivated my attention the moment he walked into the train station in Milan. I was waiting for my train to Venice, people watching, when I saw this incredibly handsome man. He was a little over six feet tall, with dark hair and light skin. His body was a work of art, something Michelangelo might have sculpted. His jeans were tight, accentuating his impressive bulge. While he was the incarnation of one of my wet dreams, what really mesmerized me were his eyes. Most Italian men have dark, smoldering eyes, but his were an icy blue that sparkled and shined. Although I knew I shouldn't be lusting after him so blatantly, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Every step he took made my cock harder.
The announcement that my train would be boarding snapped me out of my fantasies of what I would love to do with him, and brought me back to reality. I grabbed my bag and headed for my train, loosing sight of the man of my dreams. I would store the image of him in my spank bank, anxious for the time when I would be alone and able to stroke my cock to my memory of him.
The train wasn't very full, so I was able to find an empty compartment and sit down. I wanted to be alone after a long week of boring business meetings. I needed to relax and brace myself for the next set of meetings that would start in a couple days. I wanted some time to myself, to fantasize about the hunk in the train station. Nobody else had entered the compartment before the train started to move, giving me hope that I would have the solace I longed for. Just as I closed my eyes, and began to imagine undressing the sexy stud with blue eyes, I heard the door to the compartment open. My heart sank, instantly detesting whoever had interrupted my fantasy. Knowing my luck, it would be a mother with a screaming child.
"Excuse me, is this seat available?" I heard a very deep, erotic voice ask.
I was so startled to see that it was the man from the station, that I could barely utter, "Yes...won't you come in?" Won't you come in? what was I saying?
"Thank you. I'm relieved you speak English since I don't speak Italian," he said as he took the seat directly facing me. "I'm Nick."
"I'm ... Brad," it took me a minute to remember my own name. This guy seriously had a spell over me. "I would have sworn you were Italian. Where are you from?" I asked, trying desperately to get control over my thoughts and emotions.
"I'm from LA. I'm here to do a couple of jobs. From your accent, I'm guessing you're American too. Where are you from and why are you here in Italy?"
Listening to his voice, looking into those eyes, and seeing his dazzling smile had my cock hard and straining to be free. I hoped he didn't notice the obvious bulge in my pants. "I'm from LA too. I'm also here for work. What type of job do you do?"
"Really? What part of LA?" he asked, totally ignoring my question about his work.
"I live in West Hollywood, near Melrose and La Cienega. What part of town do you live in?"
"No way! I live just a few blocks from there. I can't believe we've never run into each other. Isn't it funny that we have to go half-way around the world to run into each other? Do you work near your house? What type of work do you do?"
"I work for a film production company. I scout out locations for movies, etc. What do you do?" I asked again.
"That must be exciting work. I take it you travel a lot. Do you like your work?"
"I enjoy my job. At first all the traveling was fun, but it gets old after a while. Especially when you have to spend hours in meetings negotiating details about using a certain location. You seem to be avoiding telling me what you do for a living. Why is that?"
"I don't really like to talk about my work when I first meet someone. A lot of people get the wrong idea about my job and it can make things awkward."
"Now you've got me really curious. You aren't a hitman or jewel thief or something like that are you?"
He laughed briefly at my question. His laugh was so sensual my cock throbbed. "No, it's nothing illegal."
"Then why won't you tell me?"
"People don't usually react really well when I tell them. It makes them very uneasy. We're stuck on this train for a few more hours and I'd like to get to know you better, so I don't want to make things uncomfortable," he said with a smile.
I'd like to get to know you better? Damn! My cock started leaking. Was he serious? Was this really happening, or was I just really caught up in a fantasy. I struggled to think of what to say next. "If you really want to get to know me, you need to realize I'm not most people. It takes a lot to make me uncomfortable – I work in Hollywood. The only job I can think of that would really make me uncomfortable is if you are a mortician or something like that. But then why would you be in Italy for a job? I'm sure they have plenty of morticians here. I'm an extremely curious and persistent person, I won't give up until I find out what you do. So, please don't keep me guessing. What is it you do?"
He took in a deep breath, then said very softly, "I'm an actor."
I waited for him to say more, but he was just silent. "An actor? Why would that make people uncomfortable unless you were really famous? Please don't think I'm putting you down, but I'm familiar with all the big names in Hollywood. Am I missing something?"
He bit his lip out of nervousness, but it was so seductive I had to hold myself back from rushing over and kissing his full, luscious lips. "Its' not so much that I'm an actor, but the type of acting I do." He took another deep breath, looked at me carefully, before finally saying. "I'm in the adult entertainment industry."
His answer took me by surprise. I must have gotten a quizzical look on my face because he then added, "I do porn...gay porn."
"Oh!" was all I was able to say because my mind started racing and my cock began throbbing so hard I thought it would break through the fabric of my pants.
"See? Even you, the big Hollywood insider, are uncomfortable by what I do."
"No...no I'm not," I stammered unconvincingly. "It's just I'm trying to remember if I've seen any of your films."
"So, you watch gay porn?" he asked. "Have you seen any of my work?"
"Yes, I do watch gay porn. Does that make you uncomfortable? And, no, I have not seen any of your work. Believe me, I would have remembered seeing someone as hot and sexy as you!" What the fuck did I just say? I can't believe I said the last part. I quickly added, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound like I was coming on to you."
He smiled from ear to ear and winked as he said, "No, it doesn't make me uncomfortable. I'm just disappointed you haven't seen anything I've done. I'm even more disappointed you weren't trying to come on to me. I think you're really hot! I like a sexy man with a beard."
Did he really just say that? Does he really think I'm sexy? I always considered myself average. I'm an average height of 5' 9", an average weight of 165, with average-looking dark blonde hair, with an average, neatly trimmed beard and moustache. This has got to be a dream. Things like this never happen to me in real life. "I...I..." why couldn't I think of what to say? "I want to be with you, but I know that you are way out of my league. Someone as hot and sexy as you can have any guy they want. Why would you settle for a guy like me?"
He leaned forward and grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch. Through the fabric of his jeans I could feel his big cock and it was hard! "Trust me, you are NOT out of my league. See what you do to me? I'd never settle on a guy, you are exactly the type of guy who gets my heart racing."
The feeling of his cock in my hand was so incredible I didn't want to let go. I sat there frozen in the thrill of what was happening. My eyes darted back and forth between his smiling face and his cock. Before I knew what was happening, he stood up, and walked towards the door of the compartment. He pulled down the shade to cover the window on the door, then he came and sat down next to me. He put his hand on my cock and gave it a squeeze. "Since you got to feel my cock, I felt it is only fair that I get to feel yours," he said, right before he leaned over and kissed me.
His lips were soft and warm, his mouth tasted like honey. I opened my mouth and let his tongue come inside. Our tongues wrestling each other had me leaking so much, I was sure there was a wet spot on my pants. I melted in his arms, I couldn't get enough of this hot stud. His hand continued to massage my hard cock. I was in such ecstasy I was afraid I would cum at any second. My hands caressed his body, feeling his muscular chest, his washboard abs, and his huge, throbbing cock. I was in complete and utter bliss.
He began to nibble on my ear and then whispered, "Oh fuck, Brad! You have me so horny I think I'm going to explode!"
"You're doing the same thing to me, Nick. You are so fucking hot! I don't want to cum like this, we've got to slow down."
Suddenly I felt my pants belt being unbuckled, my pants unbuttoned, and the zipper going down. Nick reached his hand into my briefs and pulled out my cock. He leaned over and began sucking my cock, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body. "Is this better? Do you want to cum in my mouth?" he asked, taking his mouth off my cock long enough to ask.
"Oh, fuck yes!!! I'm so close!" I replied as I held onto the sides of his head, pulling his hair.
"Give it to me, Brad! I want to taste you!"
"Oh shit!" I uttered as I began to shoot my load deep down Nick's throat. He took it all, and continued to suck until the pleasure was so intense I couldn't stand it.
Nick sat back up. He had saved a little bit of my cum on his tongue, sharing it with me as he kissed my passionately. "You taste so wonderful, I had to share it with you," he said. "I'm hoping you'll return the favor."
I didn't need any more encouragement. I leaned over and unbuttoned his Levi's. I pulled his throbbing, wet cock out of his black boxer briefs, and began to devour it. He had the most incredible cock I'd ever seen or tasted. It was magnificent. My throat opened up to take all of him, my nose brushing against his neatly trimmed pubic hair. He began to face-fuck me, driving me wild. I could feel he was really close, but I wanted this to last. I pulled off his cock and let my tongue swirl around the head, before licking its way down his shaft, onto his balls. He was moaning with pleasure. My tongue then continued its journey past his taint and into his tight rosebud. He really began to squirm as I tongue-fucked his ass. "Brad!" was all he was able to say as his cock began to shoot cum high into the air. I moved my mouth quickly to his cock to catch the next shot of cum. I swallowed shot after shot of his thick, delicious cream. Per his request, I save the last few drops to share with him.
I moved up to his lips and kissed him. Our tongues savoring the flavor of his cum. We held each other, exhausted from the amazing blow jobs we had just experienced. Our bliss was interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching our compartment.
The door opened abruptly. A young, handsome conductor stood watching as we finished stuffing our now deflated cocks back into our pants. A broad smile crept across his face as he said, "I'm sorry for interrupting, but I need to see your tickets."
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