Virile Energy on the Train

At 22, Jeffrey just graduated from the Faculty of Social Sciences at the Univerisity of Toronto, with flying colors. He received the Dean’s top honor: a scholorship covering tuition fees for the master’s degree. Jeffrey is almost 6 feet high, weighs 187 pounds, has a muscular built, is handsome, well-hung and always horny. Every year, he has flirted with just about every gay guy in his regular classes. He likes to say that he’s Top on even days (2-4-6-8…) and Bottom on odd days (1-3-5-7…) of the month.

To show their pride and satisfaction, his parents offered him a ticket on The Canadian Via Rail train, from Toronto to Vancouver. The trip takes 4 days and 4 nights; it covers 2,775 miles, with stops at Sudbury Junction, Sioux Lookout, Winnipeg, Saskatoon, Edmonton, Jasper and Kamloops. Five of the ten Canadian provinces are covered. Jeffrey will get to see his grand-father in Vancouver.

The grand-son’s Prestige ticket includes a spacious seat, a private sleeper cabin, an all-inclusive meal and bar service, a personalized concierge, access to a comfy lounge and to the scenic dome car. Freshly prepared meals showcase Canadian and regional cuisine.

The Via Rail brochure describes The Canadian excursion in these terms: “Your adventure starts as soon as you step on board. The buzz of the city will be replaced by the sway of the train as you glide past forests, lakes, and prairies. Just when you think things can’t get any better, the Rocky Mountains appear. As amazing as they are, you have already found out why this train is called Canada’s best window.”

When Jeffrey boarded the train, he was assigned a seat next to the window, as requested. The aisle seat was quickly occupied by a young man who took out a book from his hand bag and started reading. It was a novel in French by Michel Tremblay and about a love affair between two young guys. Jeffrey spoke enough French to engage a conversation. He first played footsie with his travel companion and got a smile in return. Antoine was getting off at Sudbury Junction station, the first stop. This meant Jeffery at only seven hours to make a move and fuck this roughly 19-year-old slender hairy guy.

“Would you like to join me in my private sleeper cabin? We would be more comfortable for virile fun.”

“I thought you would never ask. Show me the way, I can’t wait to feel your virile assets.”

Jeffrey had never picked up a fuck mate so quickly. As soon as the door was closed, Antoine removed his pants and underwear, sporting a cute peachy butt. Jeffrey took out a condom and a tube of lube from his jacket, but first pulled the teenager to give him a string of passionate kisses. They were lengthy, sensual, unhurried and completely wonderful. It was as if both were holding their breath, hoping that the moment wouldn’t end.

Before fucking, Jeffrey always followed a ritual called tossing a salad. He knelt down to bury his face in Antoine’s ass crack, sniffing the sweaty, musky odor. As soon as his tongue started twisting its way deeper and deeper inside Antoine’s fuck hole, it triggered squirms of delight, a real melody of moans. Jeffrey then pressed his mushroom head against Antoine’s asshole and saw him relax. This encouraged him to push the rest of his cock all the way in, completely up to the hilt in one swift, smooth motion. Jeffrey’s rock-hard dick went in and out like a metronome, and he started jerking his partner off as he slammed him.

When Jeffrey felt that they were both ready to explode, he removed his joystick from Antoine’s man hole, took out the condom, and both Via Rail passengers unleashed rope after rope of slimy cum shot from the tiny hole at the tip of their one-eyed trouser snake, painting each other’s chest with slimy succulent man juice.

They showered together, kissed again and parted as the train pulled in Sudbury Junction’s station. Jeffrey stayed in his cabin and dozed off immediately. When he woke up a few hours later, he went to the scenic dome car, and ordered a martini. His personalized concierge came to escort him to the dinning room car for his reservation. The menu offered a variety of game meat. Jeffrey chose a moose steak, baked yam and potato casserole, and a glass of Baco Noir. This extra dry medium-bodied Ontario wine has pronounced chokeberry flavors lingering on a smoky finish.

By the time he got back to his seat, there was barely an hour and a half before the next stop. He was welcomed by an athletic guy who seemed to be from the First Nations. They introduced themselves, and it turned out that the new on-board companion sitting next to him was from the Sioux tribe and traveling for just the second leg of the trip, from Sudbury Junction to Sioux Lookout. He presented himself as Tashunka, and explained that it meant horse. Jeffrey could not resist from chuckling and asking if that meant that he was hung like a horse. The reply flabbergasted him: “It’s up to you to find out.”

The stop over in Sioux Lookout was a little over two hours. Tashunka’ place was just a few minutes on foot from the station, and Jeffrey accepted his invitation to compare cock size.

“The bigger and longer one gets to be Top”, joked Tashunka.

“It just so happens that I feel like getting ploughed by a monster dick”, answered Jeffrey.

Tashunka’s cock was big and long and hard and smooth. There was a single vein that ran along the top of his shaft and forked near where it met the completely symmetrical helmet head. He easily won the friendly bet, and started to plunge his giant dick inside Jeffrey’s fuck hole. He first slid the length of his shaft along his partner’s ass crack, grinding it against the virile opening while his rod got harder and harder. Jeffrey gradually felt the bazooka penetrating his tight hole, the cockhead poking into his prostate. Each time, it sent shivers up his spine. He enjoyed Tashunka’s low-hanging balls slapping up against him with each thrust. As the huge beer can cock kept pounding the welcoming fuck chute, Jeffrey felt both pain and pleasure at the same time. It hurt so much and yet felt so good.

Very few Canadians know the name Sioux Lookout, very few have even met a resident from this First Nation community. As for Jeffrey, he now has fond memories of his quick but fuckin hot visit in this Northern Ontario town.

The Canadian left on time. The next stop would be Winnipeg in just about seven hours. Not many passengers got on board. No one was assigned to the seat next to Jeffrey, but two new-commers sat across the aisle. Jeffrey’s gaydar told him that they definitely played with his team. When he saw them heading for the scenic dome car, he got up and followed the two slender guys with a boyish face. Their resemblance was striking. Maybe they were twin brothers…

When Jeffrey got to the dome car, it was almost full. The “twins” were discretely caressing themselves on one side of a table for four. Jeffrey was in luck: the only seats left were the two ones facing the twins.

“Hello, my name is Jeffrey. I’m fortunate to sit in front of two handsome dudes.”

“Thank you. I’m Daniel and he’s my twin brother Darryl.”

A gorgeous Black man parked the bar trolley close by and asked if he could get them a drink. That was a welcome intrusion. Daniel, Darryl and Jeffrey each ordered a half pint Pothole Porter beer. It didn’t take long for the casual conversation to become openly flirting. Jeffrey made a suggestion that took the twins by surprise: “Can I hold your hands while you kiss?” It was the first time that Daniel and Darryl were invited to “perform” for an admirer, and they obliged with zeal. The twins were well-matched kissers, alternating between fast and slow rhythms, using just their lips, then their whole tongues, then their lips again. Jeffrey pressed their crotch with his feet and felt two hard rods.

The two couples sitting across the aisle were not to pleased to see this kind of affection in public, and made it know by voicing their disapproval. “No one is forcing you to look our way, said Jeffrey. Enjoy the scenery outside your window if that is more in line with your liking.” The two couples got up, and decided to leave the dome car. The elderly woman did not refrain from saying: “You are disgusting!” Jeffrey was prompt in replying: “You have just seen the tip of the iceberg.”

Daniel and Darryl indicated that they were getting off in Winnipeg. On that note, Jeffrey invited them to his Prestige cabin for a quick ass play. “I’m getting hard just imagining two identical butts that I can caress, kiss, lick, spank and eat with frenzy.” As soon as the door closed, the twins pulled down their pants. They were not wearing undies or jockstraps. “We were hoping to get lucky”, joked Darryl. All three of the young men had hit the jackpot. Jefferey lost no time in burying his face alternately in the double peach sundae. The raw smell was intoxicating. The briny taste of a manhole was delicious. The twins kissed each other while enjoying tongue-fucking. They slapped their own butt to encourage Jeffrey in his most erotic choreography. The sudden stop of the train indicated that they had arrived in Winnipeg. Time to say so long, but not before engaging in a threesome French-kiss.

Since the train made a 90-minute stop in Winnipeg, Jeffrey disembarked to stretch his legs on the platform. He noticed the two friends who came to pick up the twins. Daniel whispered something in the ear of a heavy-set guy, probably a football player, and the twins left with the other friend. The hunk approached Jeffrey, and just by the look on his face, it was obvious that he wanted to fuck him.

“Today is September 19th, that means that I’m a Bottom”, said Jeffrey.

“My pick-up is at the end of the parking lot, where no one will see us. I hope your ass can stretch enough to take my monster cock.”

The football player’s dick started in a little bush of black pubes and continued down nine or ten inches of shaft to end in a dark fleshy pucker of foreskin. His fuck tool must have been six or seven inches around. He lubed Jeffrey’s fuck chute and started to drive his huge round cock inside the begging hole. It was a good thing his dick was as hard as a steel rod. If not, it might not have been able to penetrate the tight hole. Jeffrey’s butt hurt at first, making him clench jaws in pain. But he groaned in anticipation of the pleasure he knew the fucker would be giving him before long. With frantic pace, the hunk kept plunging his pole in an out of Jeffrey’s fuck cave as if it was the only chance he would ever get. “Fuck! This guy knows how to fuck the living daylight out of me. It’s painful and intense, but utterly delicious. I never want it to end.”

But the train whistle put a stop to the hot carnal pleasure. Jeffrey had to rush back to The Canadian, his ass both bruised and blessed. He went directly to his cabin, got undressed, turned on the hot water, and adjusted the shower head to have a powerful jet which he directed towards his asshole. It gave him an immense relief and a soothing pleasure.  

From Winnipeg to Saskatoon, the next destination, the ride takes about twenty hours. Jeffrey put the “Do not disturb sign” on his door, and slept almost nine hours. When he got up, he took a look in the corridor and saw the Black concierge coming towards him. Jeffrey was naked and didn’t hide from the handsome Kenneth, on the contrary. He opened the door more widely so that his soldier at attention could be admired.

“I brought you some coffee, sir. You usually take it black, right?”

“Yes, black like your skin, but today I would like some cream. Can you come him to let me pump a thick white load?

“Personalized service is my specialty. Feel free to force the jizz out of me. You will get rope after rope of virile nectar.”

Kenneth’s dick was huge and his cockhead was thick and rubbery. Jeffrey grabbed the man meat and, inch by inch, slid it all the way into his mouth and down his throat. He grunted once, gagged a bit, but didn’t let go. He was a champ cocksucker! However, he did not expect to get so many mouthfuls of man juice. Kenneth was having a powerful orgasm, showering spurt after spurt of sticky goo. Jeffrey swallowed half of the load and spit the other half in his mug. Coffee never tasted so good.

Lunch was served in the restaurant car two hours before arriving in Saskatoon. Jeffrey was asked if he would like to join a single man, and he agreed wholeheartedly as soon as he saw the good-looking passenger. This man was close to 50, had salt and pepper hair, a large smile and a slim body. They introduced each other. Wilfrid was a professor at the University of Saskatchewan in Saskatoon. During the meal, he flirted with Jeffrey’s hand and got a warm reception.

“I will have to wait more than an hour before a university colleague comes to pick me up and drive me to a cottage on Briarwood Lake. The Saskatoon station is pretty boring.”

“Can I invite you to spend an hour with me in my cabin. I think we both want to have manly fun, right?

“You’re reading my mind. I find you so attractive. You look both virile and tender, and that is a winning combination for hot man-to-man pleasure.”

On that note, Wilfrid and Jeffrey headed for the Prestige cabin. Once there, Wilfrid lost no time in moving his lips slowly and languorously over his one-hour partner’s lips. He was a very sweet kisser, soft yet passionate. Jeffrey started to unbutton Wilfrid’s shirt, to admire and smell the hairy chest and armpits. The aroma was like a mix of Old Spice and old sweat. A little gamy, a little spicy, very yummy. Wilfrid brought him back to his lips. He just wanted to kiss a man, to suck a guy’s tongue. Between two hot and intoxicating French-kisses, Wilfrid explained that he had diabetes since age 12, and that it now resulted in erectile problems.

“I only suck my colleague’s cock, and he’s the only one who fucks me. I hope that I’m not disappointing you.”

“Not at all. I’ve sucked, rimmed, and fucked guys or have been fucked at every stop since I boarded The Canadian in Toronto. It’s kind of nice to kiss only, both tenderly and with vigor. My souvenir of Saskatoon will be very special.”

Three more stops before Vancouver: Edmonton and Jasper in Alberta, then Kamloops in British Columbia. It takes about five hours to ride from Saskatoon to Edmonton. The stop over is exceptionally three hours, enough time to drop by a gay sauna and fool around. Jeffrey had already the name of three outlets: Rainbow Sauna, F*ck Hole Spa and Edmonton Style Emporium. He felt like fucking an oil Titan, so his choice was obvious. He took a locker, showered, rolled the towel around his waist and started pacing the hallways, stopping at each door that was ajar. Since many men seemed interested in playing with him. he could be picky. A hairy bear in a bulging jockstrap was the chosen dude. It just so happened that he had a jar of crude oil on the end table. “Fuck! I want to grease up by rod with this Albertan crude and ride you like a stallion penetrates a mare.”

Excited by the huge hairy butt and the begging anal cavity, Jeffrey didn’t put on a condom. He greased his fuck stick and shoved the entire shaft inside the satanic haven with force, like he was the Titan. He battered the asshole hard and deep, poking in the bear’s prostate, edging closer and closer to climax. The burning hot white cum worked its way down the rock-hard dick. He pulled out just on time to spew huge shots of jizz. The first slurps covered the face and pecs of the bear, the second and forth ones got him square in the mouth. Jeffrey licked the dangling drops, ready to make use of them: French-kissing and snowballing had never tasted so succulently.

After a quick shower, Jeffrey hopped back on the train, on his way to Jasper, a six-hour drive. His new companion was almost 7-feet tall; he sported pectoral, thigh and ass muscles that could make an eunuch get hard, lol.

“Hi, I’m Jeffrey. I have to congratulate you on the energy you devote to keeping your body in shape. I would love to give you a massage, but your are too tall to fit in my cabin.”

“Thanks, man! I’m Oliver and I work at the Fairmount Jasper Park Lodge where I have a room with and extra-king-size bed. You have over three hours before your departure for Kamloops, enough time for manly fun.”

Jeffrey was served a beer while Oliver got undressed, spreading his naked athletic body on a 7-feet bed. Jeffrey lost no time to also get naked and at work. He squeezed the buttocks in one hand and ran the other along the sweaty hairy crack. Forking veins ran along the sides of Oliver’s cock, just like on his arms, and it looked like he could do some real damage once that shaft was fully up and running. In no time, Oliver gave Jeffrey a blowjob and Jeffrey ate Oliver’s asshole. Every single pleasure sensor in their body was alive. They even had trouble concentrating on anything but the intense excitement building up.

Oliver’s dick was as thick around as a polish sausage. Jeffrey did not hesitate to slowly lower his waiting fuck hole onto this monster cock. He whinnied in a mixture of pain, shock and unknown pleasure. Suddenly. Jeffrey felt something warm shooting into him. “It was as though Oliver’s cum was an electric current rushing from his body into mine as it jump-started my own climax.” Unfortunately, all good things have an end. Jeffrey was running short of missing the train. He kissed good bye and hurried to the station, hopping on The Canadian two minutes before departure.

From Jasper to Kamloops, it’s a 10-hour drive. Jeffrey slept almost all the time. Just before arriving at the Kamloops station, he took a shower, a quick bite, and disembarked for the short period of time. He saw a cute teenager heading for the men’s washroom and he followed this 16 or 17-year-old guy in tight faded blue jeans. There was no one at the urinals and one toilet cubicle was occupied. Jeffrey entered the one next door. Before he got seated, a thick cut veiny cock popped from a hole in the adjacent wall. He knelt down to take the semi-erect penis in his mouth and began to work his tongue up and down its stiffening length. In two minutes, the boy shot wave after wave of creamy juice in the stranger’s mouth. “Man, you’re a fuckin hot cocksucker!”

Back on the train, Jeffrey sent an email to his secret lover in Vancouver. “I will be there in exactly 3 hours and 47 minutes.” When he was met on the platform by a 66-year-old man, they hugged and kissed like two turtle doves in a pear tree. Jeffrey explained to his grand-father how the trip abord The Canadian had been a memorable experience. He summarized it in one sentence: “I conjugated the verb suck, rim and fuck in the active and pasive tense."