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Getting Whored In the Train

by hornyindian1 on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

I am back with my public local train sex story. I just love getting touched and groped in the train. the best part being that nothing that happens on a local train is permanent. For example I have been groped, smooched, my nipples have been pressed to the limit and my ass has been fingered until I orgasmed, let alone groping of my boobs, ass and cock. And as...

Train Escape

by KeithD on Apr 24, 2018
Gay Male

Neal heard the wail of the train whistle across the wide expanse of North Dakota flatland, took his mouth off the man's cock, and lifted his head and sniffed the air. That wouldn't be the Empire Builder. He had another hour and a half to get back to the Minot train depot to open the café for that train's arrival. As long as he'd lived in Minot, which seemed...

Confederate Gold Ch. 03

by KeithD on Sep 14, 2020
Gay Male

Tuesday-Wednesday, 4-12 April, Richmond to Just North of Danville, Virginia The men in the train had barely settled down, a bit more than two hours after they had cleared through the skirmishes at Manchester, across the James River from Richmond, and headed west along the river bank, before they pulled off on a siding in a forest near the town of Goochland....

Sex on a Train

by Bigmeat_Stud on May 29, 2018
Gay Male

It was 10pm and I was waiting on the train platform. The anticipation of what was about to happened consumed me. I was boarding this train to meet, for the first time, a young man named Jordan, who I had met on a dating app, and we planned to turn our train car into our sex playground. A short while after arriving, the train pulled up, the doors opened, and...

Code on The Crescent

by KeithD on Jan 10, 2018
Gay Male

I needed to hurry him along. I had a train to catch. I dug my heels into the mattress and pushed up on my pelvis, changing the angle of his thrusts, such as they were, to being more direct, a bit deeper—ensuring that, when the thrusts picked up intensity as he neared ejaculation, he wouldn't dislodge from me. He was paying me extra for barebacking. It wouldn...

Subway Pit Stop

by Thormand1963 on Jul 15, 2020
Gay Male

I am a forty-eight year old bisexual man, six foot tall, one hundred eighty pounds with short hair and a medium long beard. I am married and love my wife, but I also love to play with men when I have the chance. I had a full day business meeting in a hotel in the center of the city where I live. To avoid traffic and the high cost of parking, I decided to ta...

Red-Headed League

by saffron95 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

The randomness of when desire raises its selfish head can be jarring. You immerse yourself with the ephemera of life; jobs, family, and even in this little ice age, weather: Accept sanguinely the dog days of January. You board a train, content that it will bring you from A to B almost on time, you are receptive to the embrace of the Sunday papers. In retro...

The L from Oak Park

by KeithD on May 23, 2018
Gay Male

They had been on the same tour of the Frank Lloyd Wright house and studio in Oak Park, Illinois, and then they'd passed each other or sighted each other from the distance while both were strolling through the area picking out and observing the other houses Wright had designed and that had been constructed in what was now just a far suburb of Chicago. They w...

Mornings are for Blowjobs

by darkersex on Oct 22, 2019
Gay Male

For the last couple of months, Jaime hadn't been able to stop thinking about cock. And he couldn't help but regret his decision. Sure, switching to the graveyard shift had meant he'd be making more money and have more time during the day to paint, but he hadn't realized that this new graveyard shift schedule didn't mesh with any of his fuck buddies. And hi...

Train Drain Team

by KeithD on Oct 15, 2017
Gay Male

Felix Frederichs stood in the shadows of the station shed in the Washington, D.C., suburb of Lorton, Virginia, on the last day of October, trench coat collar pulled up to cover his sallow cheeks, dark sunglasses on his face, directing the young Martin Mayer here and there in getting squared away for their overnight Amtrak Autotrain trip down the East Coast t...