Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2024 15:40:23 +0000
From: Kevin Webster <kw303@proton.me>
Subject: Night Train To London

All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely
fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between
adult males and a teenage boy. Read no further if you are under the age
of 18 or offended by such material.

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Gay / Adult-youth: oral, anal, M+/t

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Night Train To London

I was 13 years old when this adventure began in 1987. My Uncle John had
booked me on the Marseille to London train. It was an overnight sleeper
train that was going to take ages to arrive in London. When I boarded the
train, I was wearing a tight t-shirt, tight-fitting shorts and
flip-flops. When I found the sleeper coach, I found that three men had
been assigned to my compartment.

I was attracted to all three of them. Two were in their mid-50s and had
grey hair. The third was in his mid-30s and super-fit. As the train left
the station, the three men wasted no time in seducing me. It only took
them a few minutes to remove my clothes. I remember standing there in
front of them naked. I enjoyed their hands stroking my body and playing
with my raging hard-on.

Dave, the younger man, draped me over the table against the window and
shoved his cock up my arse. I cried out initially, but was soon enjoying
the feeling of his cock in my arsehole. After he had shed his load, the
two older men took their turn.

They even spit-roasted me over the table. For most of the trip, the sound
of the click-clacking of the train wheels and the rocking of the coach
set the pace for the men fucking my arse and mouth. The first time the
conductor knocked on our door to check our tickets, he didn't over-react
when he saw three naked men fucking a naked teenager. He simply smiled
and punched our tickets. As the train made its way north, the conductor
stripped off and joined our overnight activities. There was no sleeping
for me that night - I was kept up serving four cocks with my mouth and
arsehole.

During the ferry crossing, the four of us shared a cabin and the men
continued to make use of my arse and mouth. We boarded another train when
we reached Dover. That required us to get dressed as we changed our mode
of transportation. As soon as the train was moving, my three friends made
up for lost time. I was sweating like a pig as they fucked me in
rotation. My arse was sore and throbbing as we pulled into Victoria
station.

As I stepped off the train, I looked for my uncle amongst the people on
the platform. When I saw him, he was with the three men that had been
using me on the train, and they were handing him money. All four were
laughing and joking with each other, so it was obvious to me that it had
all been arranged by my Uncle John.

As I approached my uncle, the three men walked off. I was ultra-sore and
very tired when I hugged my uncle.

"Those men fucked me for 14-hours, nonstop," I said. "My arse is battered
and bruised."

When we arrived at my uncle's house, he stripped my clothes off and took
photographs of my bruised and swollen arse, with the cum still leaking
out. He then said the three men would be "here tomorrow" to continue my
education.