Incident on the International Express (c) 2005by hgo469@yahoo.com All Rights Reserved
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex between boys, men or boys and men or live in a jurisdiction where reading/possessing such materials is illegal exit now.
This story is fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence, nothing more; however, some of the fruits of my imagination do get their start from things that happened in the past, either to me or to someone I know. Since this is fiction, SAFE SEX isn't required; however, in real life there are too many things out there to take that sort of chance.
If you like this let me know - questions and constructive criticism will be acknowledged - flames will be ignored.
Incident on the International Express
Generally when I would buy my train ticket I would book both seats in a single first class compartment, then if I had a last minute additional guest I would already have a ticket, if not, it wasn't all the much for the upper berth and it guaranteed my privacy for the overnight trip from Penang to Bangkok. The only problem was that someone had already booked the upper for the trip from Hat Yai to Bangkok, so it appeared that I was going to have a roommate whether I wanted one or not.
The train stopped for about an hour in Hat Yai while they added a kitchen car and a few additional second class coaches - there wasn't any actual dining car on the train, but the porters in each car brought food and drink from the kitchen as you ordered it. So far no one had joined me, perhaps the purchaser had missed the train, at least I could hope. As I sat looking out onto the platform I saw a small family group, obviously one of them was going to board the train while the rest were there to see them off. There was an older couple, two teen-age boys and one who appeared to be in his early 20's along with a very pregnant girl of about the same age. After giving the older couple a hug and a quick punch on the shoulder to the two boys he give a big hug and kiss to the girl. I heard the conductor calling out that the train was about to depart and the boy picked up a small bag and rushed to the door of the first class car just before the train lurched into motion. Less than a minute later the porter escorted the young man into my compartment.
I stood as the young man gave me a high wai that I returned in the best way I knew. He told me his name was Ban and that he hoped that his being there wouldn't be a bother to me.
"You bought the ticket, why should that bother me," I asked.
"Well, uh, I didn't expect a farang as a traveling companion, and I didn't want to be in your way."
"Not a problem, I'm only one person and this compartment is designed for two, I'm sure we will both be quite comfortable here." I had been looking him over as we spoke, he was dressed in the typical uniform of a Thai office worker: Black slacks, a white shirt and black tie.
He placed his small travel bag on the seat and began pawing through it, pulling out some more casual clothing. "Excuse me while I change out of these work clothes," he said as he pulled down the shades on the windows into the corridor. "If you would like I can take my things into the restroom to change," he added, still trying to be very polite.
"No problem, we're both guys here, there is no reason for you to have to go all the way to the other end of the car to change."
I tried to look as if I were reading the newspaper as he undressed, but truth to tell the only thing I was seeing was his lovely hairless body as it slowly appeared with the removal of his clothes. He stood there in just his briefs while he folded his work clothes and placed them on the overhead rack - his body was lovely, there didn't appear to be an extra speck of fat on him anywhere and I didn't see a single body hair anywhere. I felt a stirring in my groin and shifted my paper so that it wouldn't be obvious if he were to look my way.
I really wanted to tell him that he didn't need to get dressed again on my behalf, but I decided that that wouldn't be such a good idea right at the moment, I knew that he had a wife and a baby on the way so I rather doubted that he was going to be interested in anything I might have to offer. Still, it was a shame to cover such lovely skin with clothing.
Once dress in jeans and a polo shirt - that seems to be the uniform of young people almost anywhere now days - he sat down and started to read a newspaper himself. A few minutes later the conductor came in asking us for our tickets, followed by the porter with menus for both dinner and breakfast as well as asking if we wanted anything to drink.
I looked over the menu, marking my choices and handed it back adding, "I would like a Kloster's [a Thai beer very popular with the foreigners (farang)]," and turning to my traveling companion, "how about you, would you like one as well, my treat."
"Uh, thank you, sir, I would be most happy to join you," he said, his accent bringing a smile to my face.
"Make that two Kloster's then," I told the porter and you may bring my dinner whenever it is ready, I'm really quite hungry."
"Mine too, if you would," my new friend added.
"And what time would you like me to bring breakfast?" the porter asked.
"When is the train due into Bangkok?" I asked.
"The schedule says 0930, but it generally is at least an hour late."
"Is 0730 okay with you?" I asked my seatmate?
He nodded his reply and the porter left to finish taking orders from the remainder of the car.
We both returned to our reading until the porter brought our beers, followed closely by dinner. One thing that I have always found is that train food in Southeast Asia is always quite good and this time was no exception. Neither of us said much as we devoured our dinners as if we hadn't seen food in days. While we were eating the porter came to see if we wanted anything else and I ordered a couple more beers without even asking my companion if he wanted another. A few minutes later as we stopped in a small station a vender came down the aisle with several rather interesting items, including a special kind of duck egg which has been scrambled in the shell with spices and then roasted over a charcoal fire. I bought several eggs as well as a couple of pieces of grilled chicken as I was still hungry. My companion bought a couple things himself as the vender hurried off the train just as it began to move again.
After we had finished eating we began to chat a bit, he told me that the pregnant girl was indeed his wife and she was expecting their first baby any day now. He had wanted to stay home to be with here when the baby came but his company, a major bank, had already signed him up for a very important series of classes in Bangkok and if he wanted to be able to advance he was going to have to attend, period. He again apologized for being in my compartment - he said that he had tried to get a second class ticket, but that the train was full and this was the only ticket available on today's train.
Again I assured him that I wasn't upset that he was there, that I was enjoying having someone to talk with and complimented him on the quality of his English. He said that he had visited the USA for a year as a foreign student and had studied English very hard before hand so that he would be able to go.
I told him that I was returning to Bangkok on one of my regular visa renewal trips and that I was a partner in a bar down in Pattaya. He said he had never been there but had heard that it was nice. I assured him it was and we continued to exchange small talk over a couple more beers before the porter came once again to change the room over for sleeping.
The steady rhythm of the train was lulling me to sleep, but I could hear Ban still tossing around on the upper berth, causing a couple of rather annoying squeaks from time to time.
"Is something wrong?" I asked after one rather prolonged squeak that sounded more like a mouse caught in a trap.
"The Air Con is blowing right on me up here," he said, "and it is cold even with the two covers they gave me."
I looked at the single cover I had been provided and I could see what he meant - even if he had had all three of them I rather doubt that it would have done much against the steady blast of cold air coming from the vent directly above him.
"I tried closing the vents, but it didn't really help much, there are rather large gaps all around the grating and the cold air just continues to pour on me."
I understood what he was talking about, many of my Thai friends didn't like Air Con at all, they had been raised in the hot humid air of Thailand and that was what they were accustomed to.
I thought about it for a moment and then said, "Well, there isn't much I can do about the Air Con, but you can sleep down here with me if you want. It's a bit tight, but I've had two people on one of these berths before, and I'm sure it will be a lot warmer."
There was a short pause and then he moved around again, "If you're sure it won't be a bother, I mean you paid for that berth and....."
I cut him off, "Look, it isn't a bother and we both need to get some sleep, so come on down here and let's get to sleep."
I watched him climb down from the upper bunk; even in the dimly lit compartment his body was lovely. He was wearing only his underpants and again I felt that familiar stirring in my crotch that said volumes. I slid back against the wall, making room for him on the front edge of the bunk. It was a good think that neither of us was real big or this would have never worked, as it was it was tight, but his bare skin against mine felt cool at first but before very long it was like a blowtorch and I could only hope that he didn't notice my erection that was trying to push its way up out of the waistband of my briefs.
He pressed his body back against mine until I was sure that my hard-on was filling the crack of his ass, only he didn't seem to notice as he laid his head down on the pillow he had brought down with him and almost instantly he was asleep. Again the steady rhythm of the train was acting like a lullaby, only now with this lovely young body pressed tightly against mine sleep seemed as illusive as a million dollar winner in the lottery.
I wasn't sure just what to do with my arm, and then I decided to just lightly drape it over him and see what happened. He moved a little bit but his steady deep breathing didn't change and now I finally felt comfortable enough to drift off to sleep myself. I don't know how long I had been asleep with I awoke to find that he had rolled himself around until we were now lying face to face. My arm was still over him only now his arm was down between us and his hand was wrapped tightly around my swollen member inside my underpants. I tried to keep my breathing steady and not let him know that I was awake. It seemed to be working as his hand had began to slowly work its way up and down my rigid love-pole, providing those lovely sensations that only another person can bring.
I tried to maintain the fiction that I was still asleep as I rolled over as much as I could on my back to give him a bit more access to my throbbing cock. My only concern at the moment was that I was going to shoot a load before I'd had a chance to really enjoy this surprising turn of advents. After about another minute he slipped out from under my arm and knelt down on the floor, carefully lifting the cover until my crotch was exposed. Next, he pulled down on my shorts, releasing my entire erection and allowing it to spring up to full attention. I knew that it wouldn't be very long now and I would be blowing a load of hot spunk all over myself and anything else that got in the way.
Since my eyes were still closed I wasn't ready when he replaced his hand with his mouth, closing his lips around my glans and working his tongue in and out of my piss-slit. Slowly he worked his sucking mouth down over my rigid shaft until I felt the mushroom-shaped cock-head begin to press against the opening of his throat. Suddenly, his throat opened and the cock pass through the opening and his lips were buried in my pubic patch.
He held me that way for a bit and then pulled back, gasping for air and then pressing forward yet again until he had buried me manhood as deep as he could into his hot moist throat. This time before pulling back he massaged my cock-shaft a couple of times my rubbing his hand up and down on his throat. I was in heaven.
I could see no point in trying to convince him I was still asleep, as he pulled back to gulp in a lungful of fresh air I raised my butt up off the bunk and shoved my shorts down until my nuts were free of the clinging cotton and he could get a proper grasp on my thighs as he began a third descent on my rigid cock.
I reached down and took hold of one of his legs, lifting him off the floor and bringing him around until his crotch was directly over my face. I pulled down his shorts and took my first look at his beautiful hard-on. He wasn't as large as me, I rather doubted that it would even make it all the way into my throat, but it was still one of the loveliest cocks I'd ever had the good fortune to see. He had so little pubic hair that at first I thought he had shaved it, but after a closer look I could see that it was there, just that there wasn't all that much of it - lovely!!!!!
First I took his balls into my mouth, licking and sucking on them for all I was worth, and then I pulled down on his cock, sucking it into my mouth until my lips were buried against his groin, just as he had done for me; the biggest difference was that I was able to take in both of his nuts at the same time and still have a bit of room to provide the sort of pleasure that I knew any guy would love.
As he reached the top of his upstroke I knew I couldn't hold back any longer, the hot churning cum exploded from my cock-head and blasted into his sucking mouth. He swallowed as fast as he could but still some of the milky fluid trickled out from the corners of his mouth. At the same time I felt his nut-sac begin to tighten up as he too shot his first load of sweet and salty cum into my anxious mouth. I had far less trouble swallowing down his load after load of boy-jism, but I still had to work at it a bit to make sure that I didn't miss a single drop.
Eventually we both exhausted our supply of cum and collapsed together, each of us still holding onto the major prize as we panted and relaxed in the after-glow of sexual exhaustion.
When he had turned around again he opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off with first a single finger and then a deep kiss and a warm hug that felt like it was going to curl my toenails.
"Don't say a word," I said. "We both wanted what happened, it was good, and there is no reason to talk about it."
He looked into my eyes and then nodded. He sank into my arms and in just moments we were both asleep.
The beeping of the alarm on my wristwatch announced that it was time to get up if we were going to be dressed and ready when the porter brought our breakfast. There was a small sink in the compartment and we both took a quick sponge bath before dressing and opening the curtains to greet the new day.
The porter made up the room and didn't seem to notice that the compartment smelled like a night in a French whorehouse, or at least it did to me. After breakfast we again made small talk while the train made its way through the suburbs and into the main Bangkok station.
I offered to take him with me to my hotel so that he could shower properly before he headed to the company dormitory where he would be staying while taking his classes, I didn't think that he would want anyone to be able to guess what had happened on the train, but he declined saying that someone from the bank would be there with a car to pick him up so he had better go with them.
I told him the name of my bar in Pattaya and invited him to come for a visit if he had the time before he returned to Hat Yai, but I didn't really expect him to take me up on it, and so far he hasn't.
I often have wondered what happened to him and I lit a couple of joss sticks for him with the Buddha for the next couple of weeks. Well, that was several years ago and by now he probably has a whole house full of little ones and a very important position in the bank. More than once when I have passed through Hat Yai on one of my quarterly trips to Penang I thought to stopping and seeing if I could find him, but never have. Some things are just better left as a memory.
The End