What I’m about to tell you is something very strange that happened to me on a train in Italy. Well, I don’t know if it was really strange. What’s strange is that I would do something like that. I don’t know what was going through my head, but the truth is that lately I think about it a lot, and I always end up masturbating with real hunger and coming in no time.
Let me tell you. I was traveling through Italy by train with my girlfriend, Marta. I guess I should clarify, since I’ve already mentioned her, that up until what happened on that train, I considered myself straight. I had never felt attraction toward other men, and it had never even crossed my mind to put a cock in my mouth. I hadn't even seen gay porn, not by accident and not out of curiosity.
We were in a fairly small compartment, just Marta and me. We had spent the morning trekking across Florence from end to end, and we were exhausted. Marta was sleeping peacefully, her head resting on my shoulder, and I was playing with my free hand, cutting ropes and munching candies on my phone. The compartment door opened, and a chubby guy with a beard peered in. He asked with a gesture if I minded, and I replied with another that I didn't at all. He came in, closed the door quietly so as not to wake my girlfriend, and sat down across from me. The guy went straight for it. He didn't even test the waters. He spread his legs and started feeling up his bulge with both hands—over his jeans, mind you. I was so surprised that I didn't even pretend I hadn't seen it. It was impossible to miss. Our knees were almost touching. He was groping his cock and balls right in front of me.
I realized the guy was already half-hard. It didn't take long for him to get horny as hell, never taking his eyes off mine. I didn't know what to do, if there was even anything to do. I was worried Marta would wake up, of course. I didn't know whether to ask the guy to leave. I didn't even know if he spoke my language. I sighed while gathering the courage to gesture for him to get out when I felt my own cock start to get rock-hard, as if it had a life of its own. The guy looked at my bulge, which was growing out of control, and smiled with satisfaction. I was stunned. I didn't expect that seeing another guy touching himself would give me an erection. Much less an erection like this one. I chalked it up to the situation, which, like it or not, had quite a bit of thrill to it.
The chubby guy kept touching himself, squeezing both sides of his shaft to show me the outline. He seemed to be well-hung. Marta kept snoring softly, leaning on me. And I surprised myself by putting my phone in my pocket to have my hand free... and letting it fall onto my erect cock. Not to cover myself, but to touch it. It seemed like the right thing to do. The guy didn't stop touching his. For a good ten or fifteen minutes, both the stranger and I groped our cocks—each his own, of course. Marta showed no signs of waking up anytime soon.
Then the guy did something I didn't expect at all. He picked up the gym bag he had with him from the floor and stood up on my seat to put it above, in the luggage rack. He placed the bag, but instead of going back to his seat, he stayed standing there, with his massive bulge inches from my face. And with Marta sleeping on my shoulder on the other side—you can't forget that, because it made everything frankly dangerous. Again, I surprised myself when I moved my cheek toward his bulge and rested it against his member. I felt his hardness on my face, inch by inch, while my own cock hammered blood with a pressure of a magnitude I had never experienced before.
That couldn't go any further. Marta could wake up, someone could pass through the hallway and see my face caressing the bearded guy's bulge with less and less delicacy and more and more need. But it went further. Because the chubby guy had no shame whatsoever.
He unbuttoned his jeans, opened the zipper, and a beautiful pink cock, thick as anything, landed on my face. The rank smell of cock flooded the compartment, and that smell somehow turned me on more than the whole experience had up to that point. I thought that if it smelled that good, it must taste better, and that if I didn't put the whole thing in my mouth, the cock stench would end up waking Marta—which couldn't happen.
I had no choice but to turn my head, open my mouth, and cover that deliciously rank cock with my lips, making it disappear completely inside me and trying to hide the whole thing. Balls and all. I used a lot of saliva to clean it well and swallowed many times to leave it clean so it wouldn't stink so much. I tried not to move too much so as not to wake Marta. It was more the chubby guy who caught onto my need and gave me the necessary amount of cock to clean it well without me choking along the way. I felt my cock hammering harder and harder while I sucked that guy off. I was sucking a guy's cock, and it was delicious. I was sucking a guy's cock with my girlfriend sleeping on my shoulder. It was crazy, but it was also the hottest thing I had ever done in my life.
The guy with the deliciously rank and frankly tasty cock started caressing my face and shoving his cock deeper. I'm not an expert on men, as I said, but I'm an expert on myself, and I knew by the urgency with which he caressed me and sought the depth of my mouth that the guy was about to come. But letting him go wasn't an option. I made room for that whole hunk of meat and sought his gaze to nod. I was giving him permission to come in my mouth. He smiled at me, I sucked harder and better, completely surrendered, wanting him to dump a good load in my mouth and amazed that it didn't just turn me on, but turned me on so incredibly much.
And then he came and filled my mouth with hot milk. I felt his shots one by one and gratefully swallowed everything he had for me. And I came. Spontaneously. I ejaculated without having touched my cock since the guy had climbed onto the seat to give me cock. The fact that I started coming while the guy was still ejaculating in my mouth made me groan, and Marta’s head stirred restlessly on my shoulder.
Both the guy and I stayed completely motionless, though it was hard for me to be still while my milk gushed out and soaked my underwear under my washed jeans, and the guy’s massive cock kept spitting the last drops of cum deep in my throat.
Marta repositioned herself, but thank God she didn't wake up. I savored the end of that experience, sucking very slowly until the guy’s cock lost its steam. When he pulled it out of my mouth, I felt like he was taking something indispensable to me with him.
The guy put his cock away, climbed down from the seat, and gave a meaningful look at the milk stain that had appeared on my pants. He smiled, brought his lips close, and as if it were the most normal thing in the world, he kissed me. In fact, we had a full-blown make-out session. I guess he also liked the thrill of tasting his milk and his cock in my mouth.
Then he picked up his bag and left the compartment.
I didn't realize then that the guy had opened a door for me that I don't think I'll be able to close. Or that I even want to close.
What I do know is that the experience hasn't lost any of its power, and I still come in a matter of minutes every time I remember it.
But when the memory is no longer enough, I'll have to look for something that fills me and replaces it. And I think I know exactly what I like.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: While this specific train encounter isn't included in it, if you crave more intense M/M action, my book STAINED is available now on Amazon and Everand! It’s a collection of six dark, highly explicit stories that will blow your mind and drain you completely. You can also click on my author name here to read more of my stories, or follow my new serialized novel, Instructions for Madness, on Reddit as u/Electrical-Candy7252 . Come join the madness!
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