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It was a cold February night and I was running late for my cross country train trip. I booked a room on a luxury train line and I was excited to have a little adventure seeing the country. The click of my shoes echoed on the mostly empty platform while I raced to board before the train pulled out of the station. Clouds of steam billowed out from beneath the engine.
I ran past a porter and jumped through a door. In my rush I slipped going up the steps and fell right on my face. My bag fell open launching clothes all over the entryway.
βI can help you with all that.β
I picked myself up feeling like an idiot and looked back at the porter. I didnβt know I had a flight of butterflies in my stomach but they were fluttering up a storm. I was staring into the eyes of an extremely handsome brown haired man. βUm, thank you. Sorry. I didnβt want to miss the train.β
He chuckled. His eyes lit up when he smiled. βYou really didnβt,β he said. βThere are some real characters on the train tonight.β
βGood thing I made it then,β I said returning his smile. We started to collect my clothes. I shoved a few shirts and socks into my bag and examined the broken zipper. I looked up to find the porter standing, holding out a jockstrap. βOh, um, thank you,β I said as I reached out and sheepishly took it from his hand.
He nabbed one last t-shirt from the ground and walked toward me holding eye contact. It was intense but I didnβt dare look away. He ran his finger tips over the back of my hand and moved it to the side opening my bag. While he slowly pushed the shirt into my bag the tip of his tongue snuck out of the corner of his mouth and slid around the edge of his lips.
My knees literally started to give out and I had to grab a handrail to steady myself. βThβ¦thank you for your help.β
βHere, let me show you to your cabin. The train will be rolling out any minute.β The porter led me down the corridor to a cozy, well appointed room in the sleeping car of the train. Once I was settled inside he leaned in the door frame. βIf you need anything donβt hesitate to ring the bell. Iβll come as quickly as I can,β
My mouth moved before my brain could stop it, βHopefully not too quickly.β Ooooooh no. Why did I say that? I could feel my cheeks instantly flush and turn beet red.
I was saved though. The corners of the handsome porterβs mouth turned ever so slightly up in a mischievous smile. His eye twinkled and said, βNo, never too quickly. And always you first, but now I have to go work. Do you know what time you would like to have dinner?β
βOh, I donβt know. Seven?β
βPerfect. Iβll make you a reservation. The dining car is quite something. Youβll love it. I,β the train lurched as it started to pull out of the station and I fell into him, our bodies thrown against each other. I was bigger than him but he held me steady. He was used to the movements of the train like a sailor at sea on a ship. I looked at him, our lips just millimeters apart. My heart felt like it was pounding through my chest like a Loony Tunes character. He righted me back on my feet and continued, βI have a break at 8:00. The employee area is much less grand but maybe youβd like to have some dessert with me?β
I returned his smile. βThat sounds nice.β
βExcellent. Iβll see you then. Enjoy the start of your journey.β He turned and started down the corridor.
I suddenly realized something, βWait,β I said. The porter turned and looked back at me. βMy name is Drew. Whatβs yours?β
βDylain. With an I.β
βOk, Dylain with an I. Iβll see you later for some dessert.β
βDonβt worry. Youβll see me before then.β He winked at me and continued down the corridor. I wonβt lie. His ass looked good in his uniform pants.
I settled into my cabin. It wasnβt large but it was nice. It had a couch that flattened into a bed and a bunk that lowered from the ceiling. Not a lot of space for two but I could make due if I had to.
Oh, donβt be silly, I told myself.. He works here. He probably flirts with passengers as a game to pass the time. If nothing else, having some dessert with him will be a pleasant way to spend the evening.
I dressed for dinner and looked for the dining car. Dylain was right. It was something. Finely decorated with stained woods, silk tablecloths and even little Tiffany lamps affixed to the tables. I was famished, so I was looking forward to this dinner.
Since i was traveling alone. I was sat at a table with three strangers. Next to me and at the window was an older woman who talked incessantly about whatever came to her mind, often mentioning several ex and dead husbands. She was kind of fabulous with an air of Lauren Bacall but her inability to let anyone get a word in ruined any allure she might have. Across from her was an Italian car salesman who lives in the States now. His English is far better than my Italian (which I have none) but my neighbor talked so fast he mostly just smiled and nodded. Next to him and across from me was a very timid, middle aged Swedish missionary. Whenever the widow took a breath or a bite to eat allowing someone else to speak the missionary just mentioned God or Jesus and said things there were mildly racist about countries sheβd been to.
The food was delicious. Toward the end of the first course I took a sip of water and as I put my glass down I felt a firm hand on the back of my neck. The aggressive gesture surprised me and I coughed up just a small amount of water down my mouth.
βLet me help you with that,β a familiar voice said.
The firm hand tilted my head back and I found myself looking at Dylain. He had materialized out of nowhere. He doesnβt even work in this car. He whipped a handkerchief out of a pocket, pressed his pointer finger into it and then swiped the fabric covered tip over my lips and down my chin. My chin was dried but I could feel a damp spot growing in my underwear where precum was dripping out of my rock hard cock.
Iβm not normally into guys being dominant with me. If anything Iβm usually the one throwing guys around in bed, but the brazenness of the gesture right in the middle of the dining room turned me on so much.
Dylain released my neck. βGood boy,β he said. He straightened his coat and walked away.
I looked at my tablemates and not one noticed the interaction. The widow was in the middle of a story about her third husband. The Italianβs eyes had glassed over trying to follow her train of thought and the missionaryβs face was down in her plate.
The second course was brought out to the table. About halfway into mine I used my napkin. When I went to replace it on my lap the train jumped causing me to drop the napkin.
βHereβs a fresh one for you, sir.β Where does Dylain keep coming from? Donβt get me wrong. I wasnβt mad at all, he just moved like a cat.
Dylain knelt down to pick up the dropped napkin and unfolded a new one. I reached to take it from him but he extended his arm past my hand and placed the napkin directly into my lap.
βOh, porter,β the widow sang out.
βYes, madam,β Dylain replied, βwhat can I help you with?β His hand didnβt move! He just left it sitting in my lap while he responded to my neighbor.
βI had to ring three, three times earlier before someone answered.β
βOh dear, I am so sorry. That is certainly not the service we pride ourselves in.β Now his hand moved but not from my lap. He started to slowly move it back and forth over my cock. βIs there anything you need further?β
βYes! The water in my lavatory is tepid at best. It must be remedied.β
βCertainly, madam.β My cock swelled in time with my breathing speeding up. While my dick pushed up into his hand he pressed down and slightly sped up. My head started to tilt back and the slightest moan started to vibrate from my throat. βI will make sure a member of our maintenance staff fixes that immediately. We canβt have one of our most prominent guests washing herself in cold water!β
I have no idea what they said after that. Dylainβs hand began to curve wrapping itself around the shape of my dick over the layers of fabric. I found myself momentarily surprised again that no one at my table realized this was happening. A shiver of pleasure ran through my cock and brought my attention back to the sensations this bold man was causing.
I was so turned on that I could feel the sensations grow every steadily every time Dylain caused my cock to flex. Even though his hand was moving slowly it was moving methodically and a climax was growing deep in my groin.
I badly wanted the release. This was the most turned on Iβve been in ages. But did I want it here? I wanted him naked. Our bodies moving against each other. I was riding the edge closely and was only a few strokes from erupting in a huge orgasm and an even bigger load that would surely make an obvious mess.
I suddenly panicked over where we were and stood abruptly so Dylainβs hand had to finally move away from me. I gripped my napkin tightly and made sure it didnβt move away from covering my bulging pants.
βExcuse me,β I stammered. βI must use the restroom.β
I rushed down the car toward the bathroom at the end of the car. I stumbled and grabbed the handle to the sliding door. I was so frazzled I tried pulling and the door sort of jumped and didnβt move.
Dylain swept down the car toward me. βLet me help you, sir. It gets stuck.β
He came up behind me and used his body to push me against the wall. My chest pressed against the luxury wall paper and his pelvis pressed against my ass, his own erection telling me he wasd equally turned on.
He reached out his left arm to take the handle of the door and leaned slightly to his side. His tongue snaked out of his mouth and slowly ran along the inside of my ear and probed toward my ear lobe, A full body shiver ran through me and I moaned quietly again. Instinctually I reached back with my hands to grab his hips.
βDonβt,β he whispered into my ear, I froze. He slid the door to the bathroom open. βCollect yourself in there but if you make yourself cum Iβll be very disappointed. I have plans for you.β He stepped back from me and continued in full volume, βThere you are, sir.β
I went into the restroom and took a deep breath. I splashed some cold water on my face and just sat quietly slowing my breath down to let my cock deflate. My underwear was wet but hadnβt soaked through to my pants yet. I took a bunch of tissue paper and wiped up the copious amounts of precum matting down my pubic hair.
I straightened my clothes and ran my hands through my beard. When I reentered the dining car Dylain was nowhere to be seen. I saw my tablemates eating their main courses. Excitement made my appetite disappear so I forewent returning to my table and went back to my cabin.
When I arrived at my door I found a folded piece of paper half slipped under my door. I went into my room and looked at it. βThe employee lounge is two cars down and on the second floor. Dress casually. See you soon.β
I needed to freshen up. Even though he wanted to turn me on I couldnβt go find him like this. I stripped down and hopped in my shower. The water was extremely hot. I donβt know what that woman was complaining about.
Since he said to dress casually I put on a pair of jeans and a tight fitting t-shirt that showed off my chest. I tidied up my room and at 7:57 I started down the corridor to find the employee lounge.
I crept into the lounge and saw some people sitting at tables. I didnβt see him at first and could feel my face flush from fear. Was this all an elaborate game?
But then I spied him sitting at a booth in the back of the car. He looked up at me and smiled. I flushed again but from excitement this time. I barely met this man two hours ago. Why was I was this taken with him? There was something about him that was so naturally magnetic.
Dessert was just as tasty as dinner and the less formal atmosphere made it more fun. The dynamic was completely different. All the sexual dominance Dylain displayed in the dining car was gone. We had one of the easiest conversations Iβve ever had. We laughed, we held hands, we talked about our lives. I told him how I moved when I was to pursue an arts career, and Dylain told me how he had recently lived in Japan. It was a wonderful combination of feeling like I was talking to someone I had known forever but was also learning about him. It was exciting.
We hit one of those natural pauses in conversation and looked into each otherβs eyes. I could see everything he wanted right there. βDo you want to come back to my cabin with me?β
βYes. Yes, I do.β
βWell, letβs go,β I said.
When we got back to my room I slid the door open and let him go in. I followed him in and closed the door behind us then pulled the curtains tightly over the windows.
βItβs a little cozy in here but I think itβll do.β
He didnβt respond. Instead he stepped up to me and wrapped his arms around me pulling me into one of the best hugs I've ever had. He ran his hands up and down the muscles in my back. It felt amazing and I responded similarly exploring his body. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and took in his scent.
Dylain leaned back, looked me straight in the eyes and said, βI want to feel you inside me.β
βIβd like that,β I replied.
He kept his body pressed against mine and maneuvered me around and back a step indicating I should sit down on the couch. He knelt down between my legs and ran his hands up my body. We wrapped our arms around each other again and our lips finally met. Sparks flew. My body instantly needed more and I knew it was going to be some of the best sex I ever had.
* * *
I wiped the cum up off my stomach and collapsed next to Dylain. I could still feel the working over he did to my nuts with his tongue that pushed me over the edge. It was getting late but I wasnβt tired. I wanted more. But I also wanted to be more comfortable.
βI think we should fold out the bed before we get too settled. We can lay together for a while,β I said.
We got the bed set up, made and laid down in each otherβs arms. We cuddled and explored each otherβs bodies more. He felt amazing against me. We kissed, we talked, we kissed, we laid in comfortable silence holding each other.
The intensity of our kissing started to increase again and even though I had orgasmed not long ago I was getting hard again. I moved down his body and took his cock into my mouth. He had precum a lot while I was fucking him and I licked it all up. I kissed my way back up his torso to his mouth sharing some of his precum with him. I spread my knees outside his legs so I was now straddling him.
βI want you to fuck me. I want to feel you too.β
He smiled a mischievous smile and pulled my hips down while he pushed up against my ass.
Suddenly the train screeched to a stop. I fell off Dylain and onto the bed. Luggage tumbled over and everything seemed to be in disarray. I could hear voices up and down the corridor. It didnβt seem like we had ian accident but what else it could have been I didnβt know.
What bad timing. Dylain was pulling his clothes back on. βLooks like youβre going to have to wait. I have to go help with whatever is going on. Are you ok?β
βYeah. Iβm not hurt or anything.β
He came back to me and gave me another one of those magical hugs and a kiss. He smiled again and said, βIβll be back as soon as I can.β
He left the cabin. I flopped back onto my bed in a daze and just laid there enjoying how wonderful the evening had been and wondering what was in store when Dylain got back.
To be continuedβ¦
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