Strangers on a Train

By Dastardlyd

Published on Sep 24, 2012

Gay

TO THE READER;

THIS STORY INVOLVES SEX BETWEEN ADULT, CONSENTING MALES. IF YOU ARE TOO YOUNG TO READ IT, OR IT IS PROHIBITED READING IN YOUR AREA, PLEASE LEAVE NOW.

THE MEN DO NOT TAKE MEASURES TO ASSURE SAFE SEX. THIS IS A FANTASY. UNLESS YOU ARE IN A COMMITTED, MONOGAMOUS SEX, SEX WITHOUT PROTECTION IS SENSELESS. IN THE USA, MANY SEXUALLY-TRANSMITTED DISEASES HAVE RETURNED IN BIG NUMBERS. ORAL SEX PLACES YOU IN JEOPARDY IF YOU HAVE BRUISES ON YOUR GUMS OR TONGUE. BE SAFE RATHER THAN SORRY.

"Strangers on a Train" Chapter One

George Ashton stood waiting beside his train, assured that his car was the one before him. While waiting for the porter to place a portable step in place, he noticed a tall man beside him, apparently waiting to board the train.

The train might be full for this run, what with the planes becoming so uncomfortable, their fares soaring in price each year during the Summer, and the unpleasantness entering the terminal and enduring the searches. George knew he could relax and prepare for his meetings in Seattle while enjoying the train trip.

The porter asked him if he needed any assistance to his compartment while lifting his big suitcase to the floor of the train car. When George said, "No, I can manage this monster on wheels." The porter directed him to his compartment, then turned to assist another passenger, the tall man who had stood beside George. George looked back and the tall man smiled at him. He smiled back at the tall man.

George found his compartment easily, unloaded his suitcase's casual clothing, removed his suit, tie and dress shirt, and got comfortable. As soon as everything was put away, he raised the blind and looked out at the crowd surrounding the train, then he lowered the blind again. He brought a book from his case to read while the Coast Starlight loaded and prepared to leave Union Station, Los Angeles. He tried to get interested in the latest thriller, but his mind was on the meetings in Seattle.

These meetings would be his last meetings in Seattle with the Defense Department's representatives before he retired. His employer was counting on him to be able to convince the DOD types that his components would deliver excellent performance for a reasonable price. A better bargain for fine materials at less than the competition. He thought he could do it. He just needed to present his case carefully. He hoped the DOD reps had scheduled enough time for the meetings, and included the right technical people. Oh, well, no use sweating about possible problems before they occurred. He was prepared.

The train lurched and he felt it begin its run up the coast, to arrive in Seattle tomorrow. He always liked this train, with its comfortable compartments, very good food, and the view from the dome car while they passed along the Southern California beaches and turned inland. Going though Los Angeles' seamier districts didn't appeal to him, so he went to the dome car, to enjoy the view of the distant hills, and soon the Ventura County sites.

There were few people in the dome car, so he chose a seat on the left side, as you face the engine, to be able to look at the ocean as they turned to run along the beaches for over 100 miles. He always relaxed when he looked out at the beaches, sometimes seeing handsome men and women, perhaps some children, though he stared mostly at the men in their swim suits, often the skimpiest of Speedo suits that covered little more than their cocks, balls and ass holes. The men and women all left as much of their skin uncovered as possible to seek a rich tan. Some. like George, just got sun burns.

Before they reached Santa Barbara, the dining car steward came through with his melody of chimes to announce that lunch was being served. George followed the steward into the dining car, and was seated at a table for two. Soon the dining car filled except for the seat across the table from George. George looked up from the menu to see the tall man who had boarded after him ask, "Is this seat taken?" George shook his head, `No,' and the man sat down, and apologized for his long legs rubbing against George's. George was pleased to feel his table companion's legs against his own.

Being the experienced traveler and gentleman that he was, George reached his hand forward and said to the man, "Good afternoon, I'm George." His table companion shook George's hand and announced that he was Rodger. Both turned to their menus, which were quite extensive. No prices appeared on the menus because all passengers in the compartments could choose as much as they wished without charge. It came with the ticket.

The waiter appeared to ask their choice of beverages. George chose coffee, Rodger chose cola. When the waiter served their beverages, they both indicated they were ready to order their lunch. George chose a salad. Rodger ordered a small salad, and roast beef and vegetables. Both then turned their attention to the scantily clad bathers on the passing beaches

"My, my, Rodger, if they wore any skimpier Speedos those men would get arrested."

"Perhaps," Rodger answered, "but it would be fun to be there during the arrests. One small tug on those suits and there wouldn't be any cover over their cocks and balls."

"A pleasant thought," George replied with a big smile. Rodger had revealed he played for the same team as George. George looked carefully at Rodger, who was looking out the window, and noted he was a good looking man, one who kept himself in good shape. His mustache was carefully trimmed. His sport shirt covered what looked to be a strong chest, nipples which pushed against the fabric, good biceps, and a bit of tan and hair on his chest which the open collared shirt revealed. Now George wanted to see what he looked like below the belt.

Their individual reveries were interrupted by the arrival of their lunches. They carried on a casual conversation during the lunch, George revealing he was going to Seattle on business, Rodger stating he was going to Seattle to learn if it might be a good place to settle now that he had retired. When each had finished his lunch, the dining car steward hinted that there were other passengers waiting for a table so they might dine. George and Rodger took the hint, each left a tip for their waiter, and headed back to the dome car.

Casually carrying on their conversation, they chose seats allowing good vistas of the bathers, and probed each other's situation. Rodger told how he had just finished 35 years teaching high school English in Los Angeles schools, and wanted to leave the big city. George explained that his business trip to Seattle would be his last major activity for his employer before he too retired. George did not tell about his employer or the work he did, and Rodger did not wish to pry. Each was happy to be able to enjoy the train trip, though George explained that he bargained with the travel section at work to be allowed a train trip in lieu of flying because it would deliver him to Seattle relaxed, prepared, and better able to participate in the upcoming meetings with clients.

After the train went through Vandenberg Air Force Base, and they saw the latest rocket awaiting its launch into space, the train turned inland. Though northern Santa Barbara County is not ugly, George wanted to return to his compartment. Rodger decided to stay in the dome car for a bit longer. They exchanged compartment numbers. George stripped down for a nap.

An hour later, he heard knocking at his door, stuck his head out and saw Rodger. He invited Rodger to enter the compartment. George apologized for being half dressed. Rodger smiled and began to remove his own clothes, noting that it was obvious that both were gay, and seemed to accept the unspoken but implied invitation to become friendlier. Neither man had time to look carefully over the other's body, but they both seemed attractive.

Soon both were nude and kissing. Rodger was bent down, being four inches taller than George, wrapped his arms around George, and carried him to the bed. First, placing George on his back, then climbing on top of him, though careful to bear his weight on his arms and legs, Rodger kissed George, pushing his tongue forward to George's lips, which opened to receive the tongue.

George could feel Rodger's cock and balls lying on his own. His hands caressed Rodger's chest, then moved down to find his balls. Rodger sighed a gentle sigh. "It's been too long since I made love to an attractive man, and that you are, George. I sat across from you at lunch and wished we were here in bed already. I hope you don't mind that I have moved us along so fast, but it's been far too long for me since I bedded a man with such twinkly eyes, a delightful smile, and a nice body that I hope to be able to explore at length."

"Be my guest, Rodger. Apart from pain, insults and domination, I am yours. I just want to do some exploration of your body before we go too far." Rodger moved his kisses from George's lips to his chest, sucking one nipple, licking across to the other and sucking it. George gave a sigh, not loud, just clearly one of pleasure.

Rodger's tongue came down to George's belly button, then moved to his balls. A quick trip around George's balls and the man erected. George spoke, "My turn. Let me have a taste of you." Rodger rolled over, facing George and was immediately pressed into a kiss. He opened his mouth for George's tongue, caressed George's back, which was now above him, though George also carried his weight so that his partner did not feel squashed. George began the trip down to Rodger's cock, tasting the nipples, which became hard, and following the hair which covered the area between the nipples down to the cock. A quick lick and the legs were raised, giving Rodger access to George's ass. Rodger licked up and down the crease, but did not touch the hole, not yet.

"Let's `69', Rodger. I really want to taste your cock." Rodger smiled and George turned around so that he could present his cock to Rodger while enjoying his nice balls. Neither man had a big cock, just a nice six inches, good sized balls, a bit of pubic hair, and a mouth that soon found his partner's sensitive spots.

Each man slowly reached out, took the cock near his face, caressed it, then brought it to his lips. Is there anything nicer than a good smelling cock, even better when precum greets the mouth that sucks it in?

Licking Rodger's balls, sucking them individually, for they were too big to get both of them in his mouth at the same time, George reveled in his good fortune. Rodger carefully licked George's balls, then moved south to lick his perineum just not quite touching George's balls. George grunted and said, "Oh, yes, God that feels great." So, Rodger returned to licking the perineum.

Meanwhile, George had circled Rodger's cock several times, touching the base, then moving up the underside with his tongue. Rodger jerked as the tongue reached the base of the head of his cock. A few sidewise slurps and Rodger was hard as a rock.

George had gotten hard, too, and was moving around a bit, enough for Rodger to grab the cock and thrust it into his mouth. A few trips up and down the shaft with tight lips and George came into Rodger's mouth several delicious deliveries. That sent Rodger over the top, and he came repeatedly into George's ready mouth.

When both had emptied their loads into each other's mouth, Rodger turned around, kissed George, and George willingly kissed back, opening his mouth, presenting his tongue coated with cum to Rodger. Rodger opened his mouth and presented his tongue to George, coated with George's cum. In a gentle battle of tongues, they each shared their prize.

Rodger looked into George's eyes and said, "You're quite a prize. I'm glad we met. I know I was a little obvious with my leg against yours, and I could have claimed it was due to my long legs having no room elsewhere, but I had to do what I could do. Now I've got you."

George laughed. "I left enough clues during our conversation at lunch, and giving you my compartment number was hardly a subtle invitation to make love. You've started this trip off well. Now we'll have to take advantage of the opportunities we have.

"I do have to take a nap, though, for this old man needs to rest up if he's going to stay up with you young kids. By the way, how old are you, young man?"

Rodger laughed now and replied, "I'm 58 years old. How about you?

"I'm almost 65. I shall be in another week. Then I can retire and enjoy life, hopefully, seeing more of you."

"George, you have seen all of me, and tasted most of me!"

George hugged Rodger closer, kissed him, and turned on his side to present his back to Rodger, who cuddled around him, practicing "spoons" for the first time together.

Soon they were sound asleep. The next thing they were aware of was the steward's chimes declaring dinner is served. They kissed, and Rodger collected his clothing, put it on, and declared, "I'll be back once I've cleaned up a bit," and kissed George.

George washed up, put on fresh clothes, and waited for Rodger's return.


THIS IS THE FIRST CHAPTER. I HOPE YOU ARE INTERESTED IN WHERE THE STORY WILL GO.

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