Date: Sun, 5 Aug 2018 11:21:00 -0700
From: Scott Craig <scinlv64@gmail.com>
Subject: Adventures on a Train: Chapter 1

Adventures on a Train
Chapter 1

He captivated my attention the moment he walked into the train station in
Milan. I was waiting for my train to Venice, people watching, when I saw
this incredibly handsome man. He was a little over six feet tall, with dark
hair and light skin. His body was a work of art, something Michelangelo
might have sculpted. His jeans were tight, accentuating his impressive
bulge. While he was the incarnation of one of my wet dreams, what really
mesmerized me were his eyes. Most Italian men have dark, smoldering eyes,
but his were an icy blue that sparkled and shined. Although I knew I
shouldn't be lusting after him so blatantly, I couldn't take my eyes off of
him. Every step he took made my cock harder.

The announcement that my train would be boarding snapped me out of my
fantasies of what I would love to do with him, and brought me back to
reality. I grabbed my bag and headed for my train, loosing sight of the man
of my dreams. I would store the image of him in my spank bank, anxious for
the time when I would be alone and able to stroke my cock to my memory of
him.

The train wasn't very full, so I was able to find an empty compartment and
sit down. I wanted to be alone after a long week of boring business
meetings. I needed to relax and brace myself for the next set of meetings
that would start in a couple days. I wanted some time to myself, to
fantasize about the hunk in the train station. Nobody else had entered the
compartment before the train started to move, giving me hope that I would
have the solace I longed for. Just as I closed my eyes, and began to
imagine undressing the sexy stud with blue eyes, I heard the door to the
compartment open. My heart sank, instantly detesting whoever had
interrupted my fantasy. Knowing my luck, it would be a mother with a
screaming child.

"Excuse me, is this seat available?" I heard a very deep, erotic voice ask.

I was so startled to see that it was the man from the station, that I could
barely utter, "Yes...won't you come in?" Won't you come in? what was I
saying?

"Thank you. I'm relieved you speak English since I don't speak Italian," he
said as he took the seat directly facing me. "I'm Nick."

"I'm ... Brad," it took me a minute to remember my own name. This guy
seriously had a spell over me. "I would have sworn you were Italian. Where
are you from?" I asked, trying desperately to get control over my thoughts
and emotions.

"I'm from LA. I'm here to do a couple of jobs. From your accent, I'm
guessing you're American too. Where are you from and why are you here in
Italy?"

Listening to his voice, looking into those eyes, and seeing his dazzling
smile had my cock hard and straining to be free. I hoped he didn't notice
the obvious bulge in my pants. "I'm from LA too. I'm also here for
work. What type of job do you do?"

"Really? What part of LA?" he asked, totally ignoring my question about his
work.

"I live in West Hollywood, near Melrose and La Cienega. What part of town
do you live in?"

"No way! I live just a few blocks from there. I can't believe we've never
run into each other. Isn't it funny that we have to go half-way around the
world to run into each other? Do you work near your house? What type of
work do you do?"

"I work for a film production company. I scout out locations for movies,
etc. What do you do?" I asked again.

"That must be exciting work. I take it you travel a lot. Do you like your
work?"

"I enjoy my job. At first all the traveling was fun, but it gets old after
a while. Especially when you have to spend hours in meetings negotiating
details about using a certain location. You seem to be avoiding telling me
what you do for a living. Why is that?"

"I don't really like to talk about my work when I first meet someone. A lot
of people get the wrong idea about my job and it can make things awkward."

"Now you've got me really curious. You aren't a hitman or jewel thief or
something like that are you?"

He laughed briefly at my question. His laugh was so sensual my cock
throbbed. "No, it's nothing illegal."

"Then why won't you tell me?"

"People don't usually react really well when I tell them. It makes them
very uneasy. We're stuck on this train for a few more hours and I'd like to
get to know you better, so I don't want to make things uncomfortable," he
said with a smile.

I'd like to get to know you better? Damn! My cock started leaking. Was he
serious? Was this really happening, or was I just really caught up in a
fantasy. I struggled to think of what to say next. "If you really want to
get to know me, you need to realize I'm not most people. It takes a lot to
make me uncomfortable – I work in Hollywood. The only job I can think of
that would really make me uncomfortable is if you are a mortician or
something like that. But then why would you be in Italy for a job? I'm sure
they have plenty of morticians here. I'm an extremely curious and
persistent person, I won't give up until I find out what you do. So, please
don't keep me guessing. What is it you do?"

He took in a deep breath, then said very softly, "I'm an actor."

I waited for him to say more, but he was just silent. "An actor? Why would
that make people uncomfortable unless you were really famous? Please don't
think I'm putting you down, but I'm familiar with all the big names in
Hollywood. Am I missing something?"

He bit his lip out of nervousness, but it was so seductive I had to hold
myself back from rushing over and kissing his full, luscious lips. "Its'
not so much that I'm an actor, but the type of acting I do." He took
another deep breath, looked at me carefully, before finally saying. "I'm in
the adult entertainment industry."

His answer took me by surprise. I must have gotten a quizzical look on my
face because he then added, "I do porn...gay porn."

"Oh!" was all I was able to say because my mind started racing and my cock
began throbbing so hard I thought it would break through the fabric of my
pants.

"See? Even you, the big Hollywood insider, are uncomfortable by what I do."

"No...no I'm not," I stammered unconvincingly. "It's just I'm trying to
remember if I've seen any of your films."

"So, you watch gay porn?" he asked. "Have you seen any of my work?"

"Yes, I do watch gay porn. Does that make you uncomfortable? And, no, I
have not seen any of your work. Believe me, I would have remembered seeing
someone as hot and sexy as you!" What the fuck did I just say? I can't
believe I said the last part. I quickly added, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to
sound like I was coming on to you."

He smiled from ear to ear and winked as he said, "No, it doesn't make me
uncomfortable. I'm just disappointed you haven't seen anything I've
done. I'm even more disappointed you weren't trying to come on to me. I
think you're really hot! I like a sexy man with a beard."

Did he really just say that? Does he really think I'm sexy? I always
considered myself average. I'm an average height of 5' 9", an average
weight of 165, with average-looking dark blonde hair, with an average,
neatly trimmed beard and moustache. This has got to be a dream. Things like
this never happen to me in real life. "I...I..." why couldn't I think of
what to say? "I want to be with you, but I know that you are way out of my
league. Someone as hot and sexy as you can have any guy they want. Why
would you settle for a guy like me?"

He leaned forward and grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch. Through
the fabric of his jeans I could feel his big cock and it was hard! "Trust
me, you are NOT out of my league. See what you do to me? I'd never settle
on a guy, you are exactly the type of guy who gets my heart racing."

The feeling of his cock in my hand was so incredible I didn't want to let
go. I sat there frozen in the thrill of what was happening. My eyes darted
back and forth between his smiling face and his cock. Before I knew what
was happening, he stood up, and walked towards the door of the
compartment. He pulled down the shade to cover the window on the door, then
he came and sat down next to me. He put his hand on my cock and gave it a
squeeze. "Since you got to feel my cock, I felt it is only fair that I get
to feel yours," he said, right before he leaned over and kissed me.

His lips were soft and warm, his mouth tasted like honey. I opened my mouth
and let his tongue come inside. Our tongues wrestling each other had me
leaking so much, I was sure there was a wet spot on my pants. I melted in
his arms, I couldn't get enough of this hot stud. His hand continued to
massage my hard cock. I was in such ecstasy I was afraid I would cum at any
second. My hands caressed his body, feeling his muscular chest, his
washboard abs, and his huge, throbbing cock. I was in complete and utter
bliss.

He began to nibble on my ear and then whispered, "Oh fuck, Brad! You have
me so horny I think I'm going to explode!"

"You're doing the same thing to me, Nick. You are so fucking hot! I don't
want to cum like this, we've got to slow down."

Suddenly I felt my pants belt being unbuckled, my pants unbuttoned, and the
zipper going down. Nick reached his hand into my briefs and pulled out my
cock. He leaned over and began sucking my cock, sending shockwaves of
pleasure throughout my body. "Is this better? Do you want to cum in my
mouth?" he asked, taking his mouth off my cock long enough to ask.

"Oh, fuck yes!!! I'm so close!" I replied as I held onto the sides of his
head, pulling his hair.

"Give it to me, Brad! I want to taste you!"

"Oh shit!" I uttered as I began to shoot my load deep down Nick's
throat. He took it all, and continued to suck until the pleasure was so
intense I couldn't stand it.

Nick sat back up. He had saved a little bit of my cum on his tongue,
sharing it with me as he kissed my passionately. "You taste so wonderful, I
had to share it with you," he said. "I'm hoping you'll return the favor."

I didn't need any more encouragement. I leaned over and unbuttoned his
Levi's. I pulled his throbbing, wet cock out of his black boxer briefs, and
began to devour it. He had the most incredible cock I'd ever seen or
tasted. It was magnificent. My throat opened up to take all of him, my nose
brushing against his neatly trimmed pubic hair. He began to face-fuck me,
driving me wild. I could feel he was really close, but I wanted this to
last. I pulled off his cock and let my tongue swirl around the head, before
licking its way down his shaft, onto his balls. He was moaning with
pleasure. My tongue then continued its journey past his taint and into his
tight rosebud. He really began to squirm as I tongue-fucked his ass.
"Brad!" was all he was able to say as his cock began to shoot cum high into
the air. I moved my mouth quickly to his cock to catch the next shot of
cum. I swallowed shot after shot of his thick, delicious cream. Per his
request, I save the last few drops to share with him.

I moved up to his lips and kissed him. Our tongues savoring the flavor of
his cum. We held each other, exhausted from the amazing blow jobs we had
just experienced. Our bliss was interrupted by the sound of footsteps
approaching our compartment.

The door opened abruptly. A young, handsome conductor stood watching as we
finished stuffing our now deflated cocks back into our pants. A broad smile
crept across his face as he said, "I'm sorry for interrupting, but I need
to see your tickets."

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