Personal Service Guaranteed

Harry travels to give conferences of an historic nature, like 50 years of gay liberation in Canada and the United States. He lives in Toronto and is invited to an International LGBT Summit in Montréal, Québec. His moto is “Treat yourself, you’re worth it.” When he travels, Harry takes the VIA train in business class. The preboarding priority, the extra leg room (he’s 6’3”), the meal and the open bar are perks that justify the increased cost.

The train leaves Union Station on time, exactly 11:45 a.m. The employee checking the tickets is a handsome tall Black guy in his late twenties. Harry finds out that Johnathan is originally from St. Martin, in the Caribbean Islands, and that is title is Personal Service Attendant (PSA). “How personal will he get?” That’s the question on Harry’s mind. Since there are few clients in the business class, Johnathan has free time to chat with everyone, but seems to be more interested in Harry. They first exchange a smile and Johnathan even asks if he can sit with Harry during is short break between two station stops.

Harry immediately thinks that this PSA is making a move. He feels Johnathan’s knee pressing his thigh almost by accident, when the train jolts, or is it intentional…? At the first station stop, most of the other business class travelers disembark and no one gets on. Now there are only two clients in VIA 1: Harry and a little old lady far back. Johnathan invites Harry to take place in the two-seat section near the kitchenette. “We can have more privacy”, he adds.

As soon as they are comfortably installed, Harry feels a wandering hand on his thigh, triggering a bulge in his crotch. Johnathan caresses this offering with one hand and unzips his trouser with the other. He has no underwear, just a bazooka peeking out. The sight of this Black manhood arouses Harry who dares to kiss the handsome PSA on the lips. The answer is direct:

- White lips, cock and ass drive me crazy, whispers Johnathan.
- Black guys have the same effect on me.
- There are no clients coming on board for 55 minutes, we can have some fun.
- Wow! I guess VIA means having a Very Important Attendant.
- Exactly, you will get first class treatment, starting with this joystick… or should I say dark chocolate bar?
- A real Toblerone, my friend!

Harry kneels down and starts caressing the thick dick, and sucking the hard rod. Johnathan wants his share of goods and invites Harry to follow him in the men’s washroom. As soon as they are behind a locked door, they embrace feverishly, drop their trousers, squeeze each other’s bun, and frot their cock. Harry tickles his partner’s crack, triggering a moan of pleasure.

- I want to eat your Black ass, my prized TSH, says Harry.
- What does TSH stand for?
- Tall, Slim and Handsome.
- Thanks, my butthole is all yours.

Harry does not loose time in burying his face in Johnathan’s crack, licking it, spanking his cheeks, sucking his rose bud, tongue twisting his way in this satanic haven. The train jolts on and off, which helps Harry to dart the chocolate butthole more wildly. Johnathan’s dick is by now seven inches long and more than ready for action. He’s excited by Harry’s hairy ass and anus. Soap is the only lubricant on hand, so Johnathan shoves a clean weapon his Harry’s tight ass hole, making him almost cry. “I’ve never had such a big hold-up. You’re hurting me, but it’s a thrilling pain in the ass.”

The train is moving at a steady pace and the coach seems like it’s wagging its tail. Johnathan follows the rhythm, ponds his client, but refrains from exploding. He slaps Harry’s butt firmly and makes him moan with pleasure. The Supervisor of Passenger Services happens to walk by the washroom and wonders what is going on. He knocks on the door.

- Is everything OK there?
- Hum, yes, it’s fine, thank you. Don’t worry, I’m in good hands…, I mean in a good... position.

The supervisor walks away and Johnathan reluctantly pulls out his pistol, adding that he now has to go back and welcome the next passenger coming on board in a few minutes. Harry gives him a kiss and whispers “It was great having a Personal Service Attendant. Hope to travel again with you.”

The older lady disembarks at the next station stop and the passenger who comes on board is an athletic guy wearing speedos. He’s almost flaunting his manhood; so, both Harry and Jonathan smile lusciously. This athlete sits in the middle of the coach, and the attendant takes care of him: he checks his ticket, explains the security exit procedure, and offers him a drink and cashews. Harry sees Johnathan brushing his bulging crotch against the passenger’s shoulder. There is no doubt, Act II is about to unfold.