From: email@example.com (Thomas Riedmiller) Subject: REPOST. The Sleeping Car MM vanilla, hot, loving sex Date: 23 Feb 1994 19:14:18 +0100 Dear Everyone, Due to popular demand, I am reposting "THE SLEPING CAR". If you have pos coments or suggestions, please e-mail me at the above address. If you have a description of your dream man.. please include it for I am working on the draft of the next story with Tommy and Marco. The Sleeping Car by Kwirkitty (for Halfjack) The train finally arrived at the platform at 10:42, forty minutes late. I muttered to myself about these Germans always claiming to be so punctual, but situations like this were proving them wrong. Unceremoniously, I threw my suitcase into the familiar red German sleeper-car. My back regretted that move for the suitcase was overfilled with all sorts of 'toys' and other souveniers from my trip to Amsterdam. The bag felt so heavy that I considerd the possiblilty that my cute little Dutch leather number had hitched a ride in the suitcase. Needless to say, every muscle in my body was sore due to the loving abuse by my Dutchman and his friends. Even my cock was sore from.... ( hmmm thats another story). Anyway, I was resigned to going back to the daily grind of teaching grammar and enlightening the masses (those masses being my students) with the wonders of American Literature and culture. I was ushered to my compartment and was delighted to have it all to myself. Normally these first class compartments are designed for three and I thought that this was my lucky day - I could relax and enjoy some of my magazines and other souviniers that were simply not available in Germany. The Conductor closed the door after checking my tickets and left me to my small but pleasant compartment. The wooden panelled walls gave a warm glow after I turned off the obnoxious flouresecnt light and turned on the reading lamps of my bunk. Thinking that I would be alone for the trip back to Dresden, I took off all my clothes, locked the door and climbed into the lower bunk. Thoughts of snuggling under the over stuffed pillow and the toasty warm blanket made my mind think not about my new toys but about sleep, much needed sleep. So, I turned off the lights, dived under the covers and thought happy thoughts about my time in Amsterdam. However, my thoughts about the Dutchman quickly became more erotic and my hands drifted over my chest and grazed my nipples. I felt them become harder and quite responsive. Despite my fatigue, I felt somthing else becoming quite hard and responsive so I threw down the cover to about thigh level and got myself ready for a leisurely good-night wank. Images of the past week raced through my mind like a slide show; images of the sauna, the backrooms of the Amsterdam bars and my leather little dutch MAN flashed in rapid succession. This was stuff that I had only read about but in Amsterdam, it was part of life. I admired the Dutch men for they kept their tried and true "institutions" but learned how to play it safe. I felt my nuts swell in preparation for a big load but just before letting go, I heard the lock of the door being opened. It was the conductor, showing someome else into the compartment. "Shit!", I thought. "Well, Tommy boy, I guess this my private compartment is not so private anymore." The oaf had also flipped on the overhead light blinding me. So I squinted my eyes and as with German custom, I exchanged the required greeting with my new 'roomie' after quickly covering up my raging hard-on. Then, I quickly turned my back away from the two in order to avoid the horrid glare of the overhead light and to further conceal what was hiding under the covers. The conductor finally finished his business and left my roomie to his own devices. He condiderately turned off that obnoxious light and switched on the lights over the washbasin that were recessed under the morror and medicine cabinet, bathing the compartment in that pleasant warm light. Still facing the wall and pretending to be asleep, I was seriously trying to relax and forget about my erection - still as large as ever and demanding the attention of my hand. Now that we were alone and the train was underway, I began to relax a bit after the interruption. The lights were low and I was glad that he was trying to be considerate by keeping quiet while he put away his things. I didn't get a good look at him at all but I could really smell him. Oh, it wasnt a SMELL but he did have a distinctive body scent about him that I found definitely masculine and blatantly erotic. It mixed well with his cologne that complimented his natural scent with some hints of leather and exotic herbs. I'm sure he had been travelling even longer than I had for although I didnt mind, his scent did hang heavy in the air. While I was getting even more frustrated from this man who, at least, smelled good, he was busily, putting his belongings in the shallow closet across from the bunks. Suddenly, he became really quiet for a few moments butI knew he still wasn't ready to slip into the bunk above me. Why he hadn't even undressed or anything. After a few tense quiet moments I thought I felt two eyes staring at me. There was no apparant or logical reason for his actions. I just had a gut feling. It could have been my hormones talking or intuition, but I seriously felt like I was being studied. At least I hoped he liked what he saw from the back. I spend a lot of time working the shoulders and back during my workouts - not to mention the rest of me. My proverbial GAYDAR then gave the warning signal but I put the warning on hold attributing it to my pent -up horniness from my unfinished whack. I heard him move and crouch down - I thought to move a bag under the bunk, but he stopped again....silence... and then I felt the blanket move slowly back up my body, his fingers grazing my back while he pulled the blanket up. I wasn't quite sure what was going on... What was he doing? Was he "tucking me in?" Was he afraid I would get cold? I was REALLY confused at this behaviour. Through this confusion, my cock had deflated enough so that I felt that I could lay on my back again without the possiblilty of getting "embarassed." He finally stood up and began aranging the blankets on his bunk. Since He was standing upright, it was impossible for him to see into the lower bunk so I slowly and quirtly shifted position could view him without him knowing. I slowly turned and in the glow of the warm lights, I could see the lower half of a torso and a pair of legs, packed tightly into a pair of 501's. Through half-closed eyes I admired a pair of athletic thighs encased in the jeans accompanied by an outline of a large cock. My furtive staring caused my cock to stand at attention again but I didnt care for I knew he couldn't see. He finished fumbling around in the bunk above me and began to undress. Still facing in the direction of the bunks he first kicked off his shoes, then took off this sweater revealing an impossibly slim waist and the most awesome set of abs I had ever seen. I thought about how it would feel to run my hands over his rippled stomach, letting my fingers rake thought the thick dark hair that covered it. In my mind, I pictured myself following the crevices of his stomach with my tongue and following the trail of silky dark hair down to.... "Enough!" I told myslef. But it wasn't enough---- then he moved to unbuckle his belt that made me want to know more about what was inside those 501 Button Flys. He undid the first button, then the second and the rest followed when he pulled the fly apart and the Levi's fell down around his ankles. What I saw left me, literally breathless..... A pair of defined, well-muscled thighs with a thick coating of dark brown hair. Above those thighs were Calvin-Kline style boxers which left nothing to the imagination as to the size of his cock. It hung flaccidly to the right, almost peeking out the leg opening of the shorts. Underneath was a pair of huge balls that looked like they wouldnt fit in my hand. With his jeans off his scent was even stronger and it driving me fucking nuts! I wanted to run my hands over those magnificent legs and breathe his masculine scent up close. "This man is sexy as hell-!" I thought, "But what does the rest of him look like?" He stepped out of the jeans and kicked them into a heap in the corner and then went on to fumble with some unknown stuff in his bunk. Since he was leaning against the edge of his bunk above me it gave me full view of his beautiful legs and lower torso. I was at the point where I wasn't even trying to pretend to be asleep. My eyes were wide open and just gaped at this God, absent mindedly yet quietly, stroking my balls and cock, wishing it were his that I was stroking instead of mine. After few moments, I became confused."What was he doing up there?" I wondered. He was fumbling around with SOMETHING for quite a while and then he became really quiet. He was just standing there, teasing me with his ripped hairy abs and the huge piece of cock between his legs. Without warning, he put his hand down and scratched an itch somewhere on his oh-so sqeeezable butt. After scratching he moved his hand to his crotch, cupped his balls with his hand, redistributing the weight of his very large load. I thought he was just doing the things that guys do, but there was more. His hands stayed and he then reached down and began to caress the underside of his balls with the palm of his hand He was putting on a wonderful performance. His hand moved up over his stomach and down again, making his cock come to life. I was so mesmerized by his performance, and before I knew what happened I reached for him. My hand toutched the front of his thigh feeling his warmth and the tight muscles of his legs. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt him jerk... Quickly pulling my hand away, I felt a dead wieght form in my stomach, and I started thinking up ways to apologize. In the back of my mind I wondered if my health insurance would cover being beat up by a straight guy whose thigh I caressed. But he didn't retaliate, he just stood there silent and unwavering. Forgetting the consequences, I took his non-action as an invitation. My hand went immediately to his knee and to my great pleasure, he didn't jerk. I cautionsly moved up his thigh, feeling the hairs and the well-trained muscles under his olive skin. My hand traveled up the front of the thigh and down the side, feeling every ripple and hair of his legs. I scooted down and shifted postitions so I could use both hands to drink in the beauty of this man while massaging his legs, up and down, stopping a bit higher each time I travelled up. Judging by the significant growth of his cock, I could tell that he was enjoying this. On my next trip up his legs, I slid my fingers under the tight fitting shorts, cupping his ass with my hands. I used this grip for leverage and pulled my face closer to his cock. I buried my nose in his crotch and drank in his scent whick made me crazy. My hands kneaded his ass and I, like a horny dog, was crazily sniffing and licking his balls and cock through his undershorts. Needing a taste of him, I pulled aside the leg of the shorts, nudged his balls over to one side, and began to lick the smoothe skin where the balls and the thigh connect. He let me know that he liked that for he let out a gasp and put his foot up on my bunk so I could get better access. While I bathed his crotch with my tongue, I kneaded his tight ample butt, letting the tips of my fingers become sandwiched between the cheeks. With one finger I knew I struck gold when I felt a smoothe warm spot. He shuddered again, took a deep breath and stepped back. Since I couldn't sit upright in the bunk without holding on to him, I lay back, propped up on my elbow in my most beguiling pose. It was only then that got my first clear look at him. I drew in a quick breath when I saw him. Standing about six feet tall he was the most devastatingly handsome man I had ever seen. He seemed ageless at first glance, with a mop of thick black hair that set off his strong, chiseled face that sported a short cropped beard. His lips were full and pouting and beaming a killer smile at me. But the faint lines around his devastating eyes told me that he was not a young buck needing to be properly trained but a man of experience. Below, was even more interesting. His shoulders were broad and well-defined which made a stark contrast to his incredibly trim waist. Although he was not pumped up, he definitely was a regular at the gym, obviously perfecting the classic 'swimmers build'. His pecs were tight, covered with the same dark brown hair as his legs. The hair grew in a circular pattern around his perky plumb coloured nipples and trailed down his magnificant stomach, down to the waistband of his shorts. Before I had time to study him further, he discarded the shorts, came toward me and offered me his hand. I took it and he pulled me up out of the bunk to my feet. Standing there stark naked with this incredible looking man seemed to be almost a dream. "I had a feeling that you would be iterested in a little fun." he said while running his hand over my chest. "When I first saw you lying there, I just knew that something would be possible, I usually don't do..." Feeling like a scared kid in front of this incredible man I interrupted and stutterd in reply in my not-so-perfect German. "I thoughted the same too. Maybe my GAYDAR was right after all!" He looked puzzled for a moment and then I saw the light bulb go on. He laughed and said, "Yes, my GAYDAR is always right." As we were chatting, we were both delicately exploring each other with our hands and eyes. I found out that his name was Marcus and he was returning to Berlin where he worked at the University as a Greek professor. It was pure dumb luck that we hadn't run into each other there for I'm usually there in the same building durning my free days working on projects with colleauges in the English Department. We were delighted in this chance meeting and in the fact that we were also colleauges (in more ways than one). While we were talking, he was teasing the hair on my chest and playing with the Gay Pride rings that I always wear around my neck. Suddenly he stopped and I felt pressure if him pulling me firmly but gently toward him by the leather cord that I used to hold the rings. Then he confidently planted his lips on mine making my insides swell and the hair of my arms stand on end as I felt his gentle magical lips toutch mine. I pulled back a bit to catch my breath and then kissed him back softly. His body drew closer and pressed our two throbbing cocks presed between our stomachs, almost pulsating with the rythym of the speeding train. While our soft kisses grew more urgent, our tongues began a fierce battle. I felt the smootheness of his lips and tounge with mine, taking in the scent and taste of his skin and mouth. His beard scratched against my face and tongue, making me wish for that beard to be buried in my crotch. We continued our lip-lock and ran our hands up and down each others backs and asses for what seemed like hours. While drinking this beautiful man's scent and taste I felt him thrusting his cock against me. His cock slid easily for we were both starting to sweat and leak pre-cum like there was no tomorrow. His cock was thrusting in an up and down motion and bathing me with even more of the clear warm fluid. His breathing got heavier and his mouth become even more urgent as his thrusts increased in strength. Suddenlly he stepped back and took a deep breath, "Oh God! I don't want to come just yet, I want to make this last." By this time I was delerious and drunk off the sight, taste and scent of this man and delighted that he did not want a quick fuck. I just stood there like a statue while he approached me and started stroking and pinching my nipples. Although they were still sore from the abuse of the past week, nothing could have made me say NO. He progressed from using his hands to his silky smooth tongue, which was a welcome contrast from the abuse of the past week, causing my tits to fully come to attention. He snickered as he saw that his toungework was having its desired effect. While his expert tounge was doing its magic, I got a chance to run my fingers through that luxurious crown of hair. It flowed like velvet through my fingers. Suddenly, the train lurched and sent me crashing against the door and him against me. He had fallen to his knees and in the process bending my fully erect member painfully down. It popped back up woth an audible smack against my stomach. Marcus just looked up at me with this silly apologetic grin on his face and we both laughed. "This is too dangerous to do standing up, let us try this in your bunk." He stood up and I grabbed his pillow then slid into my bunk where I propped myself up with the two pillows. Marcus climbed in and placed his body firmly on mine. I could feel his cock next to mine, sandwiched between us while we returned to kissing. He looked at me and asked, "Do you feel better now? That sounded painful?" "I'm ok now. I have a great new doctor!" I said with an evil smile. We resumed the mouth action and he started to explore the rest of my face. He planted soft, tender kisses all over and then lightly grazed his bearded face against mine. Suddenly my unsuspecting ear was attacked with his tongue and the hairs of his moustache. Involuntarily I let out a gasp and dug my fingernails into his back as he worked my ears and neck with his gifted tongue. He worked his way down slowly down my neck with his magical tongue and beard, kissing and running his beard over my excited skin. Every nerve of my body was on edge, exploding and tingling. He moved down further and straddled me, placing his legs and arms on either side and then began to rub his bearded face across my chest, often meeting a nipple sending spasms of pleasure throughout. There was an awkward pause as his face got down to my cock and I was wondering what he was going to do next. The poor guy couldn't have moved down any further because the bunk was so short. Still, he looked quite cute hunched over into a little ball. So being the accomodating fellow that I am, I scooted back propping myself up higher against the wall on the pillows and raised my legs up to give him full access to my groin area. This seemed to do the trick for he immediately dived into my crotch like a lion devouring its prey, licking ever square inch of my hot and hairy crotch, and sending me into heaven with the prickle of his beard against my balls and inner thigh. He grabed my swollen dick with his hand and ran his tongue up and down the sides, stopping just before he got to the head. After a few minutes he devoured my unsuspecting cock into his mouth, taking the full length of it. I groaned and gasped as the sticky heat of his mouth permeated my cock and the hair of his beared ground into my crotch. His full lips gently caressed the length of my aching rod and would ocasionally stop for a moment to caress my purple swollen cockhead. But after a many slow and luxurious strokes, I knew that I wasnt going to last much longer. I reached down and lay my hand on his head, interrupting his artistry, "You are Good man, Damm good, but I want this to last too." Without a word, he let my cock slip out of his mouth with a soft popping sound as it slapped back against my stomach. Firmly, he pushed my legs back down and literally crawled back up to meet me face to face, sliding his well-muscled chest up the length of my body. When we were face to face, he gave me a quick kiss and said simply, "Ok, your turn, what do you want do?" "I just want to toutch your magnificent body some more." He blushed and I proceded to let my hands rove making my earlier fantacies come true. To accomplish this I lay on my side while he turned around and lay on his back, offering himself to me. With my free arm I explored the crevices of his chest, the outline of the muscle of his well-developed pecs and the ridges of his abs. I wet my finger and attacked his hairy nipples with my fingers, letting my index finger glide over them until they were again fully erect. Occasionally I would lean over and give one or the other a quick nibble eliciting a quick breath or a moan every time. As if he were reading my mind, he stretched and put his hands under his head, exposing his underarms and releasing his scent. Drunk with lust, I climbed on top of him and sank my face into his armpit, smelling and tasting his esence. He moaned in English (!) : "Yeah, Yeah... use that tougue. ohh" and I obliged, bathing him with my tongue and scratching the delicate skin there with the stubble on my chin. Next, I planted a forceful kiss on his eager mouth. I could taste him, and I could also taste my body and my cock in his mouth. Our bodies' sweat and precum mingled and as a result the air in the room now was rank with the smell of sex. This made the need to release the tension that was welling up in me even stronger. With the taste of my cock in my mouth it was time to get a taste of his. "I want to suck that beautiful cock of yours!", I demanded. He obliged by scooting up onto the pillows to give me enough room to work my artistry on his heaving 10 incher. With my face now down in his crotch I was the proverbial kid in the candy store. His thick uncut cock lay against his stomach, long, dark and forbidding, the foreskin revealing only the leaking tip of a swollen purple head. At the bottom of his cock were his huge balls that were now quite excited, clinging close to the base of his cock. I licked his sack and tickled it with the stubble on my cheek watching the balls draw up even further. Lifting his legs up a bit with my hands, I continued my tougue bath. While drinking in his musk I worked my way down the balls to the space just above his hole. Going down further I teased his puckerd asshole with my tongue briefly and in one foul swoop, dropped him back down and engulfed his cock with my hungry mouth. I had to pause a bit for I had bit off more than I was used to chewing but the trooper that I was, I stuck with it. Gently pulling back the foreskin and gliding my lips up and down the huge shaft, I concentrated on my breathing and then took the whole thing comfortably. Slowly and surely, my lips, tongue and throat massaged him in time with the rumble of the train while my fingers teased his nipples and his asshole. Marcus was clearly in heaven. He grabbled my hair and proceeded to fuck my face with abandon, forcing my head all the way up the tip and plunging it back down to the back of my throat. I was under his complete control for my mind was absolutely gone now. Only the feeling of his giant sweet-tasting cock in my mouth and the smell of him was of any importance. After countless up-strokes, I felt his asshole pucker and that familiar tremble in his cock so I knew that he was getting very close. To avoid an impending gusher in my mouth I reluctantly detatched myself from him and looked up at him. He gave me that look, that look where there was nothing more to say... that look that said "Fuck me, Fuck me NOW!" Without a word, I scooted up and gave him long hard kiss, giving him the taste of his own cock. I then reluctantly got up and went to my "goodie bag" to put some of my new toys to use. I popped open a fresh tube of KY (always buy in bulk!) and dug out one of those cool black condoms that my Dutchman is so fond of. "Only one?" he leered. I gulped and reached in and grabbed a handful and tossed them at the end of the bunk. I blushed, "Better?" He laughed, "Better!" With the condom unwrapped and the KY out of the box I gave him a "What now?" look. He held out his hand and taking the hint, I helped him out of the bunk and pulled him close to me. His hand grabbed both our cocks and started slowly jacking us off. "I want to feel your great Aerican cock inside me inside me!" he purred, pausing to plant a small kiss on my lips every few words. "But before that..." he continued,"...my asshole is going to need a little bit of encouragement for it's been a while." He stopped what he was doing and took my right hand held it between his hands. He brought my index finger to his mouth and began to suck on it like he did to my cock. After my finger was well slicked up with his saliva, he gave me a wicked smile, turned around and bent over. Then balancing himslef on the writing desk, he exposed his eager asshole, which was the same colour as his nipples. I gently stroked the surface of the puckered hole and watched it expand and contract in response to my toutches. With a little more spit, I gently slid the tip of my finger just past the entrance. "How's that?" I growled. "More!" he insisted and I willingly obeyed. I inserted my index finger firmly into his chute, turning my finger on the way in to give an interesting sensation. His muscle was going into spasms, tightening and loostening around my finger. Marcus responded with a groan and after a few seconds said "Now two fingers!" With more spit and a little bit of KY for good measure I obliged, inserting my fingers about halfway, until I felt a lot of resistance. "Are you OK?" I whispered gently, thinking that this was a bit uncomfortable for him, but his asshole responded and literally swallowed my fingers in all the way. "OK, I'm ready!" He beamed. After that he detatched himself, got up and took the condom out of the wrapper and put a little lube in the tip. He got down on his knees and promptly swallowd my cock, bringing it back to full mast. Taking the condom, he placed it over my throbbing head - the coolness of the lube startling me - and rolled it just past the ridge. Then, with his fingers and tongue, rolled the condom down the rest of my shaft. He stood up, gave me one of the sweetest, gentlest kisses and resumed his position over the desk. After generously lubing up my acheing dick with one hand, I applied some more of the cool KY to Marcus. I positioned myself behind him and grabbed him on either side of his beckoning ass then aimed my cock at his asshole as he arched his ass up to meet it. The head of my cock entered him and he pressed against me and in a minute, his asshole had effortlessly swallowed up all of my cock. I revelled in the sudden heat of his hole was bathing on my dick. While letting it stay there for a moment, I drank in the warmth of this wonderful man. My rod started slowly sliding in and out using the movements of the train for timing. The familiar sound of the lube against condom and flesh with our ruthymic breathing urged me on while I increased the tempo of my thrusts. But after a while, I felt somthing was missing. I pulled out and told him to stand up "....so I can feel your magnificent body and jack you off while I fuck you." He silently obliged and stood with his back to me. I approached him and he helped guide my eager cock with his hand back into his waiting hole. After a couple false starts, the tip of my cock hit its target. I gave a quick thrust and felt that warmth again covering my cock and felt the warmth of his back against my chest. We looked at ourselves in the morror in front of us and smiled at each other, both knowing how hot we looked together. Now in total control of this man, I proceeded to see to it that he got the best fuck of his life. With my hands exploring his chest and cock and MY cock exploring his hot ass, I could hear and feel him let out a breath with each thrust. His eyes were shut now and his head hung back on my shoulder telling me that his mind was gone too. His mouth was hanging agape, still emitting quick breaths in time with each stroke. It was now just us - one unit - a machine, like the train - working at a perfect rythym. At this point I would have done anything for him. We could have continued for an eternity but my aching cock was about to blow its gusher that started out hours ago as a simple wank. "I'm really close" I growled into his ear. "Do IT!" he gasped. I let go of his cock and made him assume his previous position on the writing desk. Grabbing either side of his butt, I mercilessly pounded my cock into his hungry hole, feeling my orgasm well up from somewhere inside. The sound of my thighs, wet with lube slapping against his ass turned me on so much that I couldn't help but let everything go. My whole body flushed and turned weightless as my cock pumped the condom full of hot cum. I pulled Marcus back up and held him close, enjoying my high and the man who gave it to me. "I could get used to this." I said for secretly, my feelings for him were beginning to turn into a bit more than lust. "Me too." he replied. With my pulsating cock still lodged in his ass, I started to jack him off again. His ass muscles squeezed against me as I pounded on that ten-inch monstor that was now flinging drops of pre-cum all over the wall and the mirror. His breaths suddenly got shorter and were becoming more rapid. Shortly he gasped just as his cock swelled and shot his load all over the wall and the mirror. After standing there for what seemed forever, enjoying the afterglow, Marcus delicately detatched himself from me and proceeded to take the condom off. I stood there oblivious to anything while he did his handiwork. After disposing of the condom he milked my now very sensitive cock, for the last few drops of cum. As they appeared out of my piss-slit, he collected them on his finger and then held his finger up to my mouth. Being one to usually avoid ingesting anyones body fluids, even my own, I accepted. Like I said, I would do anything. I opened my mouth and accepted his finger and he masasged the warm fluid over my toungue. I was marvelled at the texture of my semen and his finger when all of the sudden he kissed me deeply, also getting a taste of my load. I was now totally spent and tired so we moved back to my bunk. Despite my fatigue, I wanted to spend more time awake with this beautiful man. We both lay on our sides talking quietly, as he held me close from behind - smoothing my hair, planting gentle kisses on my ears and neck. We talked about what we both could do with the other condoms that were strewn at the bottom of the bunk but the conversation drifted to more spiritual topics like work, being gay and about life in general. It was soon that I knew that this man was special. I could feel a little switch click somewhere in my heart and I knew then that I could come to love this man If I weren't careful. Still, I'm glad that vigilance is not one of my strong points!