Date: Wed, 3 Apr 2019 00:32:07 -0500
From: Lewis C <tweedledeedum281@gmail.com>
Subject: Adventures in Egypt 1

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Chapter 1: Paris to Istanbul

Paris 1935, New Year's Eve

I jumped as the train whistle screeched behind me, glancing at my pocket
watch as I did so. 7pm sharp. They certainly were timely. Rapidly folding
my newspaper in half, and then half again, I shoved the week old copy of
the Times deep in my coat pocket. I stood up, brushed the dust off my
woolen trousers, and straightened my tie. Picking up the leather case that
sat beside me on the wooden bench, I briskly strode toward the steaming
coach with all the confidence my 19-year-old self could muster.

I was freshly graduated, a year out of Eton and now ready to take my place
along with the rest of my generation at the forefront of society, industry
and progress. Gone were the days of our fathers and uncles, of the Great
War. We were to be the bearers of the beacon of hope. Knowing of this grave
responsibility upon my shoulders, I dutifully asked my father for a place
in one of his factories. My father, Edward Simon II, is the owner of a
large number of canning factories. He is a rather wealthy and utterly
ruthless in his business practices. Though indulgent to his children and
his wife, he finds sanctity in order and routine. My mother, Alexandra, is
a flighty, shallow woman who appears rather plain, but makes up for it with
her sumptuous gowns and sparkling jewels. A grand socialite, she makes it
her business to know other people's business, and strives to outdo the
other ladies in her elegant fetes and luncheons. Needless to say, my
parents and I have a respectful, but by no means close relationship. I was
coddled by nannies and governesses as a child, and later sent to Eton,
along with my brothers, to be educated.

I have two brothers, Samuel and Andrew. Samuel is my elder by five years,
at 24, and Andrew is three years my junior, at 16. We had joyful, friendly
childhood, romping and wrestling as boys do. When I was 8, Samuel was
packed away to Eton. He became more distant, focusing on his studies,
quoting Latin, and secretly writing lengthy epistles to the women he
admired, or so I believed. These letters were numerous, frequent and very
private. Samuel would always wake up very early in the morning, and beat
the postman to the mailbox. He would then retrieve his personal letters and
lock himself up in his rooms reading them and writing responses. My
parents, of course, hardly noticed, but I was well aware. Clearly Eton had
taught him much more than just Latin. Little did I know it would be the
scene of my sexual awakening as well.

I smiled at the memories of my rowdy school days and touched the letter
tucked safe within my breast pocket. It still needed a response. I had
received it in Calais after disembarking from the train there, and had yet
to compose a reply. But I had read it. Oh yes, numerous times. A hardness
grew in my trousers at my thoughts and I quickly doused it with a few lines
of Cicero. I gripped the handle of my suitcase tighter and walked toward
the door of the train carriage. I stooped as I entered and carefully lugged
my case up the narrow stairway. A sweet-faced young conductor greeted me
and I presented my ticket to the boy. He could hardly be called a man; it
didn't appear he was even shaving yet. The conductor examined the slip and
carefully peered down at his clipboard.

"I'm sorry, sir." He said, a troubled look on his brow. "It appears someone
has already reserved and checked into this compartment."

"Compartment 5A?" I asked, confused. "I reserved it weeks ago by telegram.
A confirmation notice was sent to me along with the ticket."

"I understand, sir. But right here," he said handing me his clipboard. "You
can see someone has already claimed it."

I looked, and there, just as the boy said, was the illegible scrawl of
someone's signature.

"I see," I said doubtfully. "Is there anything you can do about it? Is
there another open compartment?"

"No, sir. I don't believe so. I have reservations established for every
other compartment. It is a rather busy time of year. Just after the
holidays, you know. The train gets rather crowded at times. There must have
been some confusion at the head office, too many people cancelling and
others making more reservations and such. I believe you should be able to
find a seat in the lounge carriage, if that is amenable. Otherwise, I'm
sure there's a spot on a later train."

"Mmm, I don't know if I can take a later train... when is the next available
one scheduled to leave?"

The boy checked his schedule. "Not til tomorrow sir. Noon, sharp. The
trains stop running early on New Year's."

"That won't do, I'm afraid. I have rather tight schedule, you see..."

"Yes, of course. Well, I'll talk to the Head Conductor and see what
arrangements can be made. In the meantime, allow me to take your luggage.
The lounge car is just through there."

"Right. Thank you. I appreciate your assistance." I smiled and shook the
boy's hand, taking note that he held on a little longer than was necessary,
and looked at me shyly. I decided to try my luck. Leaning close to him, I
whispered in his ear.

"Of course, in the event there are no accommodations for me, I could always
share with you."

As I said this, my hands slipped lower to his round ass and I squeezed it
hard. I smiled and winked. The boy turned bright red and quickly turned
away, attempting to disguise the protrusion in his trousers by struggling
with my case. I chuckled quietly to myself and ambled into the lounge. He
was a bright young chap, that one. Sweet personality, cute face, nice ass,
and not a bad cock either from the look of it. I was looking forward to
getting to know him better.

I headed to the lounge and sat down on one of the comfortable leather
seats, taking out my newspaper once again, and spreading it flat across my
knees to continue reading. The car was empty except for a rather large and
rather old woman sitting in the corner knitting, and a bartender wiping
down the counter. I idly flipped through the pages as the train slowly
pulled out of the station, waiting for the shy conductor to return with
some news of my sleeping quarters. I half-hoped I'd be forced to share a
bed with the boy. My mind quickly filled with all sorts of delightful
fantasies and the blood rushed to my crotch. I shifted in my seat and
crossed my legs to hide my bulge, daydreaming about his cute, plump lips
encircling my throbbing member.

"So Mr. Hitler will be hosting the Olympics then, will he?"

A voice broke into my daydreams and I blinked and looked up. A tall,
broad-shouldered man stood before me.

"Sorry, old chap." He spoke again. "I didn't mean to disturb you there, but
I couldn't help but notice your paper.

"Ah, right. Of course." I spoke confusedly. I quickly glanced at the
article to remind myself what we were discussing. Bold words jumped out at
me: Berlin to Host 1936 Olympics. "I suppose he will, won't he?"

"God forbid there'll be more displays of bloody German nationalism." The
man rolled a pair of twinkling blue eyes. "It's getting worse. I thought
we'd neutered them after the Great War, but apparently `Herr Hitler' has
got a bigger pair of balls than we expected. Germany's becoming more
aggressive, you know. Militarily, and such..."

I nodded, only half listening. I didn't particularly pay much attention to
politics; I wasn't very interested in the subject. The other half of me was
focusing on the gorgeous hunk of man that had miraculously appeared right
in front of me. He was over six feet tall and well muscled. The drab suit
he wore seemed barely enough to stretch over his rippling figure, which was
complimented by a shock of red hair and a well-kempt moustache. I gazed up
at him dreamily as he continued to talk.

"...sanctions being completely ignored. Germany clearly didn't learn a
thing after the Great War. Don't you agree?"

The beautiful man caught me completely off-guard. Struggling to recover, I
choked out some paltry response to shade my ignorance. "Well, I suppose
that seems right. Logical, that is. I mean...well...I guess I don't really
follow German politics much..." I trailed off.

The man snorted. "Hardly just German politics any more. It'll be
international politics before you know it!"

He stuck out his hand and I took it as he introduced himself to me as
Thaddeus McCulloch.

"Lewis Simon, Mr. McCulloch sir. Good to meet you," I replied, instantly
regretting my choice of phrase. I was still in the habit of referring to my
elders on a more formal scale, thanks to my schooling. Although this man
couldn't have been more than a few years older than I was, the pretension
of the conversation and my own cloudily sexual thoughts had induced me to
use the formality.

"Please, call me Thaddeus--no, call me Tad. All my friends do." Tad said, a
laugh on his tongue. "Do you mind if I sit here?" he asked, pointing to the
seat across from me.

"No, no. Not at all." I smiled as he sat down.

"So you're just out of school then?" he asked.

"What gave it away?" I smiled.

"The `sir'," he answered honestly. "I'm hardly old enough for anyone to
call me `sir' unless they've been in school for a very long time."

"How old is that?" I asked curiously.

"24, next week," he answered. "And you are...?"

"19," I answered. "I just graduated Eton and now I'm off to find a job."

"So far from home?"

"It's actually as part of an archaeological expedition. In Egypt. I tried
to get a position at my father's firm, but my brother was working there
already." I explained. "My father is a good friend of Sir Alexander
Rodgers, the egyptologist. A few months back, we were in Paris for a
lecture of his. After the lecture, we spoke and Sir Rodgers offered me this
position. I accepted. Thought it'd be nice to see the world a little before
settling on a career."

I neglected to mention some of the other things that had occurred that
night in Paris, but my cock pulsed at the memory of them and I smiled at
the thought of replaying some of those memories with Tad involved. He
seemed not to notice.

"Fascinating. I've read of a few of Sir Rodgers's books. Interesting
people, those Egyptians."

"Yes," I agreed. "Quite fascinating. Where are you headed?"

"Amman. In the Trans-Jordan. I am a Captain in the British Army. We're
deploying more troops in the Middle East to quell German and Arab
aggression in the region. You realize, after the Ottomans..."

And he was off again on another political discourse. I smiled and nodded,
indulging his tendency to prosthelytize. Attractive man, he was. An army
man at that. A man in uniform always excites me. We talked, that is, Tad
talked for the next half an hour or so. We had just ordered some drinks
from the bar when the conductor entered the carriage and approached me.

"Mr. Simon?" He asked, gently interrupting Tad's tirade against the tariff
on farm products.

"Yes?" I answered.

"We unfortunately have been unable to find a compartment for you. However,
you are more than welcome to sleep in here. We can provide you with
blankets and pillows, if you like."

"I suppose that'll have to do. Thank you very much, uh...er..." I paused
meaningfully.

"Harold, sir." The conductor supplied obligingly.

"Thank you, Harold. I appreciate your assistance."

Tad had taken this opportunity to drink a long slurp of his beer. Placing
the glass back on the counter and wiping the foam from his ginger
moustache, he asked. "What seems to be the trouble here?"

"Oh, nothing really." I replied. "There was just a little mixup in the
office and my sleeping compartment was double-booked."

"Oh, really?" Tad raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, sir." Harold replied. "Holiday rush, and such."

"I see. So you'll be spending the night in here, then?"

"Yes, it seems so." I smiled trying to make light of the situation. I still
had my hopes I could charm my way into Harold's bed, curled up behind him
with my thick cock happily settled in his round ass.

"No," Tad spoke suddenly.

"Beg pardon?" I replied. Harold looked just as confused.

"You can sleep in my compartment. We'll share. It'll be a bit tight, but
I'm sure we can manage. It'll be more comfortable than here, at least."

"Thank you, Tad." I replied, with mixed feelings. Truly, I appreciated the
gesture and it would probably be more comfortable boarding with Tad than
sleeping alone in the cold train car. However, sleeping in Tad's
compartment denied me the opportunity of sleeping with Harold. And that was
an opportunity I was loath to miss. "But really, I don't want to encumber
you with my presence. I'll be plenty comfortable here."

"Nonsense!" Tad insisted. "You can't rightfully spend a week sleeping on
couches! Look, there are two beds. Small, it's true, but it's better than
sleeping out here."

"Well, sir?" Harold asked, the most fleeting of faint smiles on his face. I
could've sworn the little brat was teasing me. I immediately hardened up at
the thought and quickly readjusted my position to cover the hardness. "Is
this satisfactory?"

I was trapped. Smiling, but without feeling, I thanked Harold for his
assistance and graciously thanked Tad for his generosity. I would be happy
to take Mr. McCulloch up on his offer. The deed was done. My fate was
sealed. I watched, not without some sadness, as Harold's perky bottom
jaunted out of the room. I finished my first drink, ordered a second, and
braced myself to endure more long political lectures from my companion's
ever open mouth.

That evening, after several more drinks, discourses and dinners, Tad and I
went to retire to his compartment. I was bored out of my mind and were it
not for Tad's bulging muscles and attractive complexion, I don't think I
would've been able to stand it. As it was, I was considering investing in a
pair of earplugs should the lectures continue into the night.

Tad's room was small, an inevitable consequence of being on a train and on
a budget. There was a small closet on one side of the room and a desk on
the other. A bunk bed was on the back wall.

"You don't mind if I take the lower bunk, do you?" Tad asked. I replied
that I didn't, and Tad proceeded to place his things on the bed. He then
began to change while I unpacked my small travel case; Harold had taken my
large suitcase to the luggage car. Tad slipped off his jacket and tie, and
then unbuttoned and removed his shirt. He loosened his belt and pulled down
his trousers as well, stepping out of them to reveal a pair of white
undershorts. I carefully examined his crotch out of the corner of my eye.
There was a heavy dark shadow beneath those shorts that could only be Tad's
immense cock. My mouth watered. And then, without warning, Tad stripped of
his underwear too. I nearly fainted at the sight of him. His lightly haired
chest was solidly muscled, with enormous pectorals and large pink nipples.
This was joined to a rippled abdomen with a faint trace of ginger hairs
leading down to his crotch. And what a crotch it was. Wild, thick, curly
hairs (fiery red, as well), haloed a thick uncut cock dangling between his
legs. It was enormous. A large vein ran down the side. The bulge of the
head was prominent beneath the long foreskin, and my mouth watered at the
thought of gently sliding it back and slowing licking the man's piss slit.
Two large testicles hung behind his god-penis in a wrinkled sack.
Involuntarily, I let out a little squeak.

Hearing me, Tad looked over and spoke. "I hope you don't mind. I generally
prefer to sleep in the nude. I find it much more comfortable."

I took a deep, shaky breath and spoke. "No, no. Not at all." Then, I
continued to unpack my things, while Tad finished up with his toiletries
and crawled into his bed. I noticed he did not get under the covers, and I
gazed out of the corner of my eye as his heavy cock flopped and rolled from
side to side with every motion the man made. I was getting hot and horny.
My dick was so hard it hurt. Quickly, I turned to the small sink in our
shared compartment and splashed cold water on my face. It helped, but not
much.

I turned to get my pyjamas before realizing that Harold had removed my
suitcase with all my extra clothes to the luggage compartment. I'd have to
get it sometime, but I couldn't now. I took off my jacket and tie, and
removed my shirt, revealing a much less toned, but by no means unfit chest.
I unbuttoned my pants and removed them as well, leaving on my undershorts.
As I carefully folded my clothes and went to climb in bed, Tad's voice
stopped me.

"Have you ever slept naked?"

I paused, knowing where this was going. "No, I haven't."

"You should try it. It's much more comfortable." He paused, gauging my
reaction. I tried not to look too excited about the prospect of being naked
with this beautiful man, but it was hard to hide my erection. "I don't
mind."

Slowly, I unbuttoned my shorts, and they fell to the ground as my erection
sprang free, the full six inches, circumcised. It's not enormous, I know.
But I think skill matters much more than size, and believe me, I am very
skilled with what I've got.

"Looks like you don't mind either!" Tad joked. I blushed. "It's alright.
Completely natural. Here--"

Tad began to stroke his penis to an erection as well. It didn't take long.
He pulled hard and fast on his thick cock and it soon grew to full height,
rock hard, and thick as a young sapling. He let go of the cock as it danced
on its own. My mouth was open in awe.

Tad laughed. "I come from a family of large penises. My father and brother
were even bigger than me. 8.5 and 9 inches, respectively. I'm the small one
in the family; only 8 inches. We're all uncircumcised too. Family tradition
or some shit. But I like it." He tugged on his dick again. It gently swayed
back and forth. "Anyway, I've got to take a long piss, but get comfortable.
I'll be back soon."

Tad winked as he pulled on a bathrobe and tied it around his waist. There
was a large protrusion where his dick proudly stood at attention. Sliding
his feet into a pair of slippers, he left the room. I was still in awe, and
my dick was still screaming with hardness. I hurriedly rushed to my bed so
I could shoot my load before Tad returned, but just as I was crawling up
into my bed, there came a knock at the door. I reluctantly climbed down to
answer it.

I grabbed a face towel from a rack by the sink, and wrapped the skimpy
fabric around my waist, doing my best to tuck it in place. I carefully
unlocked the door and held it open a crack, modestly concealing my hardness
behind the door itself. I was slightly surprised to see Harold, holding my
suitcases. He smiled tauntingly at me.

"Mr. Simon?" he asked. "I brought your luggage up from the baggage
carriage. I thought you might be needing it?"

He caught me completely off guard, the little fucker. I stumbled over my
words, eventually conveying my thanks to him.

"May I bring it in the room for you, and help you with anything else you
need?" Harold asked sweetly. My god, he turned me on. My dick was about to
burst. I pulled the door open a little wider, and Harold stepped in with my
suitcases. Trimly, he strolled to the back of the room where he clicked
open my suitcase and began to unpack my things. I was left, skimpy towel
around my waist, rock hard, wondering what to do now.

As scattered and overwhelmed by the situation as my mind was, my cock was
loving it. Harold and I together, alone in this room, nearly naked. This
was what I had wanted. My mind was worrying about Tad and exactly how long
he had been gone, but it was about this time that my cock took over.

I strolled over to him, my cock imbuing me with false confidence. I placed
my hand on Harold's lower back as he leaned over my suitcase. Harold looked
up and me and smiled. "Would you like your dressing gown, Mr. Simon?" he
asked.

"Well, you do seem to have me at a disadvantage, Harold. But not an
entirely unwelcome one, I might add." My hand trailed lower to his ass. I
rubbed the firm bubble butt gently.

"And how might I best accommodate you, Mr. Simon? You do know that
hospitality is the hallmark of the Trans-Eurasian Express, and I, as an
employee, am committed to serving our customers as best as I am able." He
smiled. I couldn't wait to have the blonde boy on his knees servicing my
cock.

"Well..." I toyed with several ideas, turning to face Harold so he could
clearly see the lump where my erect cock stretched the fabric of the towel.

"I'm waiting...!" Harold spoke in a singsong voice as he removed a pile of
undershorts from the  bottom of my suitcase. He peered in the bottom with a
quizzical expression, then placed the undershorts to one side and reached
into my suitcase, withdrawing a large phallic rod of polished wood. He
looked at me out of the corner of his eye, flirtation leaping within the
beautiful blue irises.

"A memento of your times at school, Mr. Simon?" Harold jibed slyly.

"You could say that," I quipped back. "Although I much prefer to think of
what's to come, than what has been."

Harold leaned in closer to me. His lips were on the verge of touching mine.
"And," he spoke softly. "What is that?"

I looked into his eyes, and removed the towel from around my waist,
standing bold and proud in all my nude glory. "Why don't you show me?" I
challenged.

I didn't quite realize how eager the boy was. Without a second thought, he
fell to his knees and swallowed my cock whole, barely gagging. I was in
ecstasy. Harold was no novice cocksucker, that much, I knew. His talented
throat muscles massaged my shaft, while his nimble tongue performed all
manner of moan-inducing tricks. Slowly, he slid up and down my cock, first
enveloping my entire shaft in his velvet throat, then grasping it firmly
with his hand, while gently kissing the head of my penis with his sweet
lips. With his other hand, he gently fondled my balls in their wrinkled
sack. He slurped noisily, as if my prick were the tastiest treat he'd ever
laid eyes (or mouth) upon. I simply grasped his long blonde locks firmly,
making sure he never for a minute let go of my cock. It wasn't long before
I felt the sperm boiling in my testicles.

"Harold, I'm going to... unhhhh," I growled. Harold ignored my pleas, simply
sucking longer and harder. His pace increased, and the intensity of
pleasure took over. With a loud moan, I felt my balls retract, as the jet
of semen raced down my cock into Harold's waiting mouth. My hips bucked
wildly, but Harold held me in place, his lips sealed around my dick like an
air lock. As my spasms of pleasure subsided, Harold slowly released my
deflating penis. Cum dripped from the end, and more coated Harold's tongue
and lips. I leaned down and kissed him hard, shoving my tongue in his mouth
to taste my own essence.

The kiss over, I smiled at Harold, and he returned my grin. Our aftersex
satisfaction was shattered by the sound of applause coming from the door. I
whirled around. Tad stood by the door, laughing and clapping with delight.
The front of his robe was open and his proud penis stood at attention,
ready for duty.

"Harold, you naughty scamp, you know you're supposed to share him with me,"
Tad chastised. Harold smiled cheekily, mouth full of my cum. "Now get over
here and share that seed with me!"

In a few steps, Harold had crossed the room. He and Tad kissed each other,
pushing my cum in between their fighting tongues. Tad's large hands
lingered possessively on Harold's ass. I simply watched, my dick still
dripping with cum, but rapidly rising to full height once again.

"And what are you doing in those silly clothes?" Tad continued to berate
the boy. "You know what the dress code is with me!"

Harold smirked as he slipped out of his jacket and shirt. His pants fell to
the ground too, and it became evident he was wearing nothing underneath. No
wonder his erection was so prominent.

"You two... know each other, I presume?" I questioned the pair.

"This cheeky little bastard," Tad answered, pinching Harold's ass. The boy
yelped, but I noticed his erection grew taller. "Is my cousin. As soon as
he saw you, he came to me."

"I knew you'd be up for a little engaging exercise during the train ride,"
Harold grinned.

"This brilliant prick has some kind of sense for which gentlemen are
interested in our activities." Tad continued. "If we could weaponize him,
the Germans wouldn't stand a chance."

"I'd lick every one of their cocks," Harold boasted. "For king and country."

"What a brave little soldier," Tad smiled. "How about some rifle practice?"

Again, Harold lept eagerly to slurp Tad's enormous member in his mouth. I
rapidly understood why Harold had so little trouble with my own prick. His
handling of Tad's was the most graceful performance I'd ever seen. He
started by focusing simply on the enormous blunt head. With his hand, he
pulled back Tad's veined foreskin. Harold then placed his soft, sweet lips
around just the tip of Tad's cock. He gently sucked and slobbered all over
it, all the while tugging at Tad's heavy nutsack. He removed Tad's cock
from his mouth and with a careful tongue, licked the piss slit where beads
of precum were beginning to form. Tad began to moan and rock back and forth
on his heels. Harold turned around to look at me, but still did not take
his hands off of Tad.

"Well?" he asked, smirking at me. "What are you waiting for?"

Without hesitation, I rushed to participate. I fell to my knees alongside
Harold, and joined him in slurping up and down Tad's throbbing penis.
Meanwhile, my hands explored Harold's own turgid member. His was a long
slender rod, embarrassingly longer than my own, but it still fell short of
Tad's great cock. Blond pubes, nearly invisible in their soft,
gossamer-like appearance crowned the base, and heavy balls were tucked
neatly underneath.

Harold was busy licking up and down Tad's shaft, peeling back the foreskin
so he could attend to the tender cockhead, so I decided to focus my efforts
on Tad's gigantic testicles. They hung low and heavy beneath his enormous
cock. I carefully sucked one into my mouth, gently moving it around with my
tongue. Tad expressed his appreciation for my efforts with a hefty grunt
and a firm hand on the back of my head, pushing my further into the
muskiness of his crotch. I spat out the first testicle and moved on to the
second, again slurping it into my mouth and sucking hard on the golf
ball-sized organ. I released it from my lips, only to pop both testicles in
my mouth at the same time. I sucked hard and long, Tad sighed in ecstasy
and I felt Harold fondling my own dick, which leaked precum like a faucet.
It was a perfect trifecta of lust.

Suddenly, Harold released Tad's penis from his lips. The heavy pole,
propelled by desire but restrained by Harold's talented mouth, jumped
upwards, and in doing so, slapped me in the face, leaving a creamy trail of
precum on my cheek. Harold was quick to lick it away. Then he bit my
earlobe.

"Alright," he spoke low and lustfully. "I want you to fuck me now."

Immediately, I rushed to accommodate him, turning my attention to the boy's
pink hole, while Tad held the line steady at the front with Harold still
slobbering on his glorious cock. I leaned in close to Harold's ass taking a
whiff of his sweet muskiness. I then grabbed each cheek in my hands, and
spread him open wide. I gazed critically at the puckered hole until Harold
spat out Tad's cock and yelled at me: "What are you waiting for, Lewis? Get
to it!" I leaned in and licked slowly and carefully, then licked again,
harder and harder, my muscular tongue probing Harold's sweet, tight hole.
My careful ministrations elicited a loud moan from Harold, who begged me to
please fuck him hard and fast. Not one to rush things, I rubbed my finger
around the hot opening before pushing it in. Harold's ass greedily
swallowed it, so I added a second finger, then a third. I twisted them
around and around, stretching and pulling at Harold's hole, but it didn't
take long until he was begging for more. I gave his quivering hole one last
long kiss before retreating to my bunk and collecting the dildo Harold had
discovered earlier, along with a bottle of lubricant. Squirting the lube on
the dildo, I positioned it in line with Harold's ass, and gently shoved it
in place. He squealed loudly as the cool rod took its place. I let him
adjust a bit before wiggling it about, inciting further cries of pleasure.
I slowly withdrew the wooden rod, then thrust it in again slowly. Harold's
round ass eagerly swallowed it, and the boy withdrew Tad's cock from his
mouth only for a moment to croon and beg me to go faster and harder. That I
did, removing nearly the entire phallus from Harold's pulsing hole, and
then pushing the rod, slick with lube and Harold's own excitement, back
inside the boy. He moaned again. Faster and faster, in and out, I thrust
the dildo. Harold was squirming under the pleasure, his long, beautiful
penis dripped precum. Finally, I got tired of just Harold having all the
fun, and very suddenly pulled the entire phallus from his rectum. I grabbed
the lube bottle again and opening it, spread an ample amount on my rapidly
hardening prick.

Harold, noting the sudden emptiness, turned back to cajole me into
replacing the dildo, but Tad grabbed his hair and pulled him back to focus
on his own cock. Harold winced at the pain, but I noticed an extra-large
glob of precum lurch out at the motion. Hmmm, slightly kinkier than
expected perhaps? They were cousins, after all. Who knew how long they'd
been fucking? The kinds of experiments they had tried?

"Focus on mine, boy," growled Tad, interrupting my reverie. "He'll satisfy
you soon enough."

Harold groaned, and I lined my blunt cockhead up with his puckering hole.
The pulsing pinkness made me so horny. This was the most fun I'd had in a
while. Not able to stand waiting any longer, I grabbed the boy's asscheeks
and brutally thrust myself inside of him.

The boy let out a terrific moan as I slowly eased my thick cock inside him.
Despite years of abuse from Tad's eight-incher, the boy's hole was still
virginally tight. His ass clutched my dick desperately, and the heat and
tightness alone nearly made me cum. I thrust in deeper, skillfully angling
the motion to hit the parts of him that had made every other one of my
bottoms howl in pleasure, and caused some of them to cum instantly. Harold,
being more experienced than most, restrained himself from cumming, but did
cry in such throes of ecstasy that Tad glanced over at me and smirked.

"Well Mr. Simon," he chuckled. "You've certainly got some magic touch; he's
never moaned for me quite like that. I will admit; I'm a little jealous."

I stared back into those baby blue eyes, and laughed. "Don't be."

I leaned forward, and placed my lips on Tad's mouth. He returned the kiss
with gusto, forcing his tongue inside my mouth and nibbling at my lips. The
passionate kiss sparked a fire in Harold, so excited was he to be servicing
both of us at once. In just another moment, the boy crowed so loud, I
thought he'd wake the entire train. His rock hard dick lurched, as cum
spurted out with each one of my thrusts inside his burning asshole. I
moaned loudly as Harold's spasming rectum grasped my cock, inciting me to
shoot my load deep inside the boy. Tad was not to be left out of our
pleasures, and it wasn't long before he too sprayed Harold's face with a
load of semen proportional to the size of his massive balls and cock.

We lay there, sweaty, panting, and naked on the rich, oriental rug that
furnished the floor of the compartment. I smiled, knowing it was going to
be quite a long journey to Istanbul, but nevertheless, a rather enjoyable
one.

***

I hope you enjoyed my story and that it kept you well-entertained. I have
about 5 or 6 chapters planned in total, including this one. That's
ambitious and I might not even make it that far, but if there is enough
interest and support, I can and will. I also have many ideas for prequels,
sequels and spin-offs, so if you're interested, let me know and I'd be
thrilled to write them all. Please send questions, comments, support,
criticisms and encouragement to tweedledeedum281@gmail.com

Until next time, happy jacking!