Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2008 23:24:39 -0500 From: Jake Toksmer Subject: College and Grad School 21 Sorry for the delays in posting. For those of you who have emailed me, I appreciate your comments and questions. Thanks so much! Chapter 21: The Flying Scotsman Okay, so we didn't take THE Flying Scotsman to Edinburgh, but still, we left the next morning for Scotland. I awoke to see a big blur. I had forgotten to take my contacts out. I could hear, however, and it sounded like someone was trying to be quiet. After blinking a few times I cleared my eyes enough to see in front of me and then raised my head up to see over Ben's chest. Raviv had thrown the covers off, managed to get Greg's boxers down a bit, and was sucking on Greg's dick. Greg, for his part, had his eyes closed. He was clearly enjoying it, but was really trying to control his breathing. This went on for only another minute or so when Greg opened his eyes and caught me staring. "Sorry, Jake!" he whispered. Raviv didn't stop, up on all fours over Greg's legs, sliding his mouth up and down Greg's dick. "Stop, babe - they're up." Raviv came up off of Greg's dick; Greg hastily pulled his boxers back up, the tent more than obvious. Raviv looked at me and said, "G'morning," in his sexy Israeli accent. He crawled up Greg's body to his face, kissed Greg, and laid down on his side, facing me, then promptly reached into Greg's boxers. I started to crawl over Ben as gingerly as possible, but woke him up anyway. So we both rolled out of bed and Ben grabbed a towel to go shower. I stood up, stretched, and grabbed some jeans I could wear until my turn to shower, and walked over to Greg's bed. "I think you two should probably do something about that," I said, pulling up the elastic of Greg's boxers and peaking inside. I let the elastic slap back down on Greg's body and Raviv's arm, winked, and walked to the door. Out in the living room I sat down and started to watch some tv. Before too long I could hear the unmistakable sounds of morning "activity" emanating from Greg's room. The door to his roommates' room was wide-open - if they had been home late last night, they had left early this morning, or they hadn't come home last night. Either way, they were in the clear. Ben finished his shower and heard what was going on in there, so he came into the living room wrapped in a towel. He looked so damn hot - just a beautiful physique. He sat down on the chair across the room and I could see everything. "It's like you're wearing a kilt," I said. "Huh?" "It's like you're wearing a kilt - I can see right up to the goods there, haha," I said. He laughed and said, "I suppose it's all part of being here, right?" "What? Not here... England's not the place for kilts. That's Scotland." "Oh. Oh yeah. Are we going up there?" he asked. "I'd like to, but I wasn't sure how long the trip was or anything," I confessed. We had been talking for a few minutes and didn't realize that the noises from the bedroom had ceased. But we did hear the door open and Raviv came walked into the living room, not a stitch of clothing on him and a clear glistening line of cum running up his stomach and chest. "What are you guys talking about?" he asked as he walked over to the couch. "Scotla-" Ben started to say as Raviv started to sit down on the couch. "No!! Don't sit down!" Greg said, running into the living room, also naked, "Not without a towel or something down if you're not going to put something on!" "Sorry," Raviv said, sheepishly, and kissed Greg. Greg turned and darted out of the room, coming back a moment later with boxers on, while Raviv sauntered out, cum glistening on his cute furry ass. He was back in a minute or so in a pair of black briefs. He sat down and looked at Ben, "So... you were saying?" "Scotland. We were talking about going to Scotland," Ben said. "If it's not too far or hard to get there," I added. "And about my kilt-like attire," Ben added, spreading his legs a little wider so as to include everyone in the view of his cock. Greg said, "Oh, it's really easy. I think the train is only about four or five hours up to Edinburgh. You guys should totally do it. Raviv, babe, have you been to Scotland yet?" "No, not yet. Do you want to go?" he asked. "Yeah, if you guys," Greg said, indicating us, "don't mind." "Not at all," I said. Ben continued, "It'll be fun - you guys should totally come, too!" So it was settled. I went ahead and showered - Greg and Raviv insisted I go ahead of them - and we all packed up our backpacks with enough to go up to Scotland for a quick trip. We made our way to the train station and found our train easily, getting settled into a group of four seats with a table in between them. It wasn't difficult, since the train was relatively empty. It was nice and fun and we played cards, ate lunch, and pretty much had a normal train ride for about the first hour. I got up to use the restroom and started to head up the aisle when Raviv stopped me and asked where I was going. I told him and he said he needed to go, too. So we headed up the aisle and out into platform area at the end of the cars where the bathrooms are. There were two - an occupied loo and the open handicap-accessible one. I gestured for Raviv to go ahead and go and he just laughed and pulled me through the door with him. It wasn't the biggest bathroom I'd ever seen, but it was certainly roomy. Inside, we both pissed into the toilet and as I was drying my hands when Raviv put his hands on my shoulders and massaged gently. I leaned my head back and sighed. It felt really good. I turned around and we kissed. We kissed again. And before I knew it I had my tongue down his throat while he was unbuttoning my jeans and trying to unfasten my belt. We kept at it, making out and stripping one another - I had his shirt off over his head when he stopped, opened the door and stuck his head out, and checked. Apparently it was totally clear and no one was waiting so he closed the door again and we went back to it. Within a few seconds I was naked except for my shoes and socks. Raviv had his pants around his ankles and his shirt off - the clothes we weren't wearing were hanging on the handicap-assistance bar along the wall, against which Raviv was leaning as I went from kissing his lips to his neck and sucking on his earlobes. I moved down and kissed his chest, sucking on each nipple before moving down further, kissing and licking as I went. I got to his dick, which was now fully erect. I looked up at him and said, "I think I should go ahead and return the favor from yesterday; what do you think?" "Great minds think alike," and he smiled. So I licked the tip of his cock, then licked around the head, before grabbing it with my hand and holding it up against his body. I went in and licked and sucked on his balls for a few seconds before licking up the underside of his shaft, eliciting a nice sigh from Raviv. I wrapped my lips around his dick and pulled him in, running my tongue back and forth underneath as I did so. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down closer, until my nose was buried in his pubic hair and my chin was pushing his balls out of the way. He relaxed his grip and I started to suck and slide up and down his dick pretty quickly. I didn't forget that we were in a public restroom and didn't have all the time in the world for this. So I moved quickly, jacking his dick some while I used my tongue to play with the tip of his dick. His breathing changed quickly and I could feel him flexing and releasing. He told me he was about to cum, and I deepthroated him as far as I could, feeling his cock swell up a little and then shoot a hot steam of jizz at the back of my throat. I pulled off a little, but kept my mouth wrapped around his shooting cock, swallowing everything he blew. It was great, and really erotic. I was really turned on and was sure I was leaking pre-cum on the floor of the bathroom. When I thought Raviv was essentially spent, I pulled off and stood up, kissing Raviv and swirling what cum I had left in my mouth into his mouth, our tongues dancing around each other. I knelt back down to get a little bit more that dribbled out, his dick now fairly limp. I got a nice glob of cum on my chin in my attempt there, and we both laughed when I stood up. I looked in the tiny mirror above the sink and then started to clean my face while Raviv threw his shirt back on. I washed his cum off my chin and, eyes closed, reached around to find the paper towels. I found them and turned around to see Raviv standing there, fully clothed, half-way out the door. With my clothes in his hands. "You don't really need these, right?" he said. "Dude, what are you doing?" But I was pretty sure I knew what was coming. "I'm sending Greg up here - he needs to try someone other than me! And you're good, too," he said, smiling. "But my clothes!" I said, but it was too late. He was gone. So I quickly slid the door closed, not wanting someone to walk by and see. I then realized I should not keep it unlocked as someone could just walk in. Ugh. Trapped, in the handicapped WC on the train to Edinburgh, naked except for my shoes and socks. And I was turned on by it. Unlike the bondage Jeremy and I had done, this was kind of fun. The danger of being caught was real, but I was at the disposal of my friends, and I knew that Ben at least would rescue me eventually. After about ten minutes I started to get a little nervous, though. Maybe Raviv dumped my stuff before he got back to the seats and didn't say anything, just that I'd probably be a few more minutes? My cock, hard from having given Raviv a blowjob, was now limp as could be as I worried about the countryside I was missing and being stuck in here until whenever they got around to letting me out. Dull trip if I had to sit here like this for the rest of the journey (which was at least another two and a half hours). Eventually there was a knock at the door. "Yes?" I said, thinking it might be any random person checking to see if it was really occupied. "Jake? Is that you?" I opened the door and Greg walked in. "Holy shit, Raviv wasn't kidding. Hahaha, sweet!" he exclaimed. "What do you mean, 'sweet?'" and laughed. I couldn't help it actually. I reached behind Greg and locked the door, then looked into those deep blue eyes of his. They were incredibly beautiful, and he was so good looking, I felt like anything he asked I'd do in a second. "Raviv was just telling us what happened and then we couldn't stop laughing, since he had all of your stuff... except your shoes. Um... weird," he said. "What's weird about it? I'm not standing barefoot on this floor. Besides, the legs of those jeans are big enough to get these shoes through without it being TOO comical to watch." "So, is it true?" he asked. "Is what true?" "That I get a turn?" "Of course!" I said. I wasn't about to deny those gorgeous eyes. Plus, I was kind of enjoying myself. And with that, Greg pulled his shirt off, then undid his belt and his pants, but I stopped him and kissed him, just to get the juices flowing a bit more. To be frank, he wasn't a very good kisser, but he was into it and I could feel his dick spring immediately to attention - mine certainly did. We made out while I put my hands down into his pants, pushing down his jeans and his boxers, freeing his dick. I grabbed his and mine and jacked them together a little, the pre-cum from before leaking again and getting all over him. I rubbed the top of his dick, my hands slick with both our pre-cum, and continued to kiss him. I got the distinct impression that Greg was interested in more than a blowjob, though. So instead of dropping to my knees I reached over to the soap dispenser - there really was no alternative, and it was quite slippery. I rubbed some on his dick and tried to rub some up in my crack and into my hole before I turned around and grabbed the handrail, bending over slightly and jutting my ass out in Greg's direction. "Come on, man, time to try out something else," and Greg put one hand on my hip and used the other to line himself up, pushing into me slowly. He slid in easily enough and started sliding in and out of me pretty quickly. He had no real technique, but I didn't care - I was almost high from the sexual energy of being confined like this. It was daring and, quite frankly, stupid, but it was also so much fun. After a minute or two Greg pulled out and asked me to turn around. He wanted to kiss me while fucking me, so I propped myself up on the handrail with my arms and he grabbed my knees, helping to push me into the wall and expose my ass for him to keep fucking me. It felt incredible to be suspended like that, even if it was murder on my arms and hands. Greg slipped back in easily and kept pounding away. He was clearly on a mission, grunting every now and then, now that he had to support part of my body weight while fucking my ass. My dick erupted without warning - I was so into it I didn't even notice. My cock was pointing almost straight up due to the angle I was pegged to the wall, cum shooting out of it straight up about six inches before falling back down all over the head. Greg came not a moment later, filling my ass with a small load. Since he had fucked Raviv earlier in the morning, there wasn't as much to be had for this, my turn. Not a bad thing, either, considering our location. Also pretty good that he's pretty quick. I looked into those blue eyes of his and kissed him as he dropped one of my legs and then the other. My arms were tingling - I could tell they were going to be pretty sore in a few hours, but wrapped them around Greg and made out with him for a few minutes, my cum dripping off my dick into his underwear that was around his ankles, his own jizz dribbling a little out of my hole. I pulled back and he pulled up his jeans, feeling the cooling semen pooled in his boxers hit his balls. "Oh man... I'm not sure if that's hot, or nasty," he said. "Well, either way, it's there now, ha!" He put his shirt back on and walked out of the bathroom, leaving me there again, alone, naked, and this time, quite spent. I cleaned the cum off my dick and from around my ass - the soap had worked well, but wasn't ideal, I know. But I cleaned up and then sat down on the toilet, wondering when or if Ben was going to try to come in here, too, or if one of the guys would show up with my clothes, or if I'd just have to sit there for the rest of the trip. I realized about ten minutes later that the door wasn't locked and jumped up to latch it before someone came in. I was lucky on that front - apparently no one on the train needed to go. So I sat back down and thought about my predicament. I felt the train slow down, come to a stop, and people talking. I went to the door and listened - I could make out the conversations people were having and laughed quietly to myself if they knew that just on the other side of the door in front of which they were standing, an American university student was standing there in nothing but his shoes. The passageway died down and the train started moving again. Maybe ten minutes later there was a knock at the door. "Hello, is there someone in there?" said a courteous British male voice. "Yes, sorry," I said. Shit, I thought, now I'm in trouble. "It's the conductor, just checking to make sure everything's alright." "Everything's fine - I'm seated in this car at a table of four - three other guys should still be sitting out there together." "Oh, right! Sorry to disturb you." So, they do check to make sure no one is getting a free ride, and I was in the clear. At least for now. Another few minutes passed when I heard another knock. "Jake, it's Ben, open up," Ben said. I unlocked the door and Ben walked in, holding my clothes. I was mighty glad to see him after the conductor had been by, and hastily put them on. "I saw the conductor knock on the door - I got a little scared for you," he said. "Not nearly as scared as I got! Ha!" While I was dressing, Ben took a leak and flushed, then washed his hands. I washed my hands one last time (I always do before leaving the bathroom) and we went back to our seats. I must have been beaming the whole time, because the three of them kept saying I sure looked happy. And I was, I suppose. It had been a lot of fun. I told them I wasn't looking forward to repeating it any time soon, but that I had enjoyed myself and I hoped they had, too. We got to Edinburgh and stayed in a small bed and breakfast. It was extremely cheap and yet very nice, the old woman running it simply delightful. We stayed in one room - they happened to have one that had a double, a single, and a portable cot in it. Ben, being the tallest, and I slept in the double; Greg and Raviv were so used to sleeping in a single they slept in that. We had a great time the next day touring, seeing most of the sites of the city before jumping back on the train and riding up to Inverness. That night we stayed in a cute little place where Ben and I had our own room. The following morning we toured Inverness, took a boat ride down Loch Ness to the ruins of Castle Urquhart, and back again. We rode the train back to Edinburgh and were back by nightfall, catching the last train back to London. It was basically an overnighter, and the four of us found a cabin in an older style car, one with six seats facing one another. With the four of us in there we figured we'd have it to ourselves the entire night.