After an entertaining fortnight of tennis, Will was once more seated on the Eurostar, this time heading from Paris to London. He had kept in touch with Maxime -- for that was the boy's name -- while he was in Paris and knew he was on this service to London. They hadn't messaged loads, though they had exchanged a few photos that were not for general consumption, but Will was already very excited to meet Maxime again. Several times he had found his cock tenting his trousers when he remembered Maxime's long fingers unbuttoning his flies, Maxime's agile tongue whipping along his shaft, and the warm mouth into which he'd cum so enthusiastically. Even now, sitting on the train where he'd finally get his hands on that arse, Will found he had to adjust himself to cover an awkward rising as he remembered Maxime's soft hair as he had gripped it in his hands. Will let out a small groan, a mixture of pleasure and frustration; there was still an hour to go before their pre-arranged assignation and Maxime had made it clear that he wouldn't be able to get away from his duties before then. It was going to be a long hour.
That hour became even longer than Will had feared. He kept catching tantalising glimpses of Maxime going about his work. This happened so often that Will became convinced that Maxime was purposefully spending more time around his carriage just to torture him. A couple of times he even stalked right past Will, hips swinging seductively, and arse screaming out to be fucked, once even flashing him a smile that promised ecstasy if Will could just wait.
Finally, the hour arrived and Will almost leapt out of his seat, only remembering to compose himself and act like he was going for a slash or to the Café Métropole for a bite to eat rather than to fuck a delightful French steward, just in time. Sauntering casually up the carriage, he arrived at the agreed upon vestibule and its toilet five minutes early, but he didn't care. The toilet was empty, so he slipped in and locked the door behind him. Then he waited, and those five minutes seemed longer than the preceding fifty-five. There was a knock at the door, and a whispered `it's me, let me in'. Will rushed to obey and Maxime slipped in too.
`I have put a maintenance sign on the door. If anyone asks then you are a particularly difficult turd', Maxime said mischievously as he wrapped his arms round Will's waist and pulled him in for a kiss.
Will let out a snort of laughter, returned Maxime's kiss, and said `if you want me to go then you just say the word'.
Non,' Maxime breathed, non, don't you dare William. You promised me something and I intend for you to keep that promise.
By now Maxime's deft fingers had unbuckled Will's belt and his hands had found their way down his trousers so that one was gently fondling his arse while the other was stroking his cock fully awake. Will had been no less quick off the mark and had undone most of the buttons on Maxime's unform shirt so that his bare chest was exposed. Will was currently playing with Maxime's left nipple, fondling it between thumb and forefinger, giving it the occasional squeeze that elicited moans of pleasure from Maxime that escaped from his mouth and into Will's, as they continued to kiss.
Their last quick blowjob had been too fast for them to really appreciate each other's bodies, and though they still didn't have as much time as either would have liked, both fully intended to make the most of it and at least begin to explore what had been left uncharted before. Will broke off the kiss, and looked at Maxime as he stroked the younger man's chest and abs. Will kissed Maxime's jaw, then his neck, his collarbone, both nipples, and then ran a series of kisses down Maxime's chest and firm, toned stomach. Maxime's skin was soft, his muscles hard, and Will's cock, which had been in a state of semi-arousal all morning was now rock hard as it pushed its way over the waistband of his pants. Will could feel Maxime's hands in his hair, one stroking softly, the other gripping tight, only just stopping itself from push Will's face into his crotch. Will fiddled with Maxime's fly and trouser button, then hooked his fingers into Maxime's waistband and pulled the trousers down. To Will's delight, Maxime was going commando and so he was immediately face to face with Maxime's long, elegant cock, which emerged from a neatly trimmed bush of brown hair. Maxime's ball sack sat just below the shaft, drawn up and tight against his body.
Maxime gave in and put a bit of pressure on Will's head, urging him towards his cock. Will didn't need much persuasion and, fondling the ball sack in one hand, licked the length of Maxime's shaft, eliciting a groan of pleasure from above him and cushioning Will's nose into Maxime's bush. Will inhaled and caught the smell of Maxime's soap, covering a light, sweet smell of sweat. Will grinned, looking up at Maxime, who was looking down at him with lust-filled eyes. Deciding the boy had waited long enough, Will flicked his tongue across the head of Maxime's cock and then took the length into his skilled mouth. Bobbing his head back and forth along Maxime's hard, straight cock, and sending his tongue flicking up and down the shaft as he did so, Will enjoyed the sounds of pleasure coming from above him. Both Maxime's hands were now gripping his hair, fingers entwined in Will's locks.
Will slid off Maxime's cock, replacing his mouth with his hand, which pumped the length of Maxime's cock. Will moved his mouth to Maxime's ball, taking his sack into his mouth and sucking, before focusing on each ball in turn, sucking and licking them, to the obvious and vocal enjoyment of Maxime. It was clear that the combined effects of Will's hand on his cock and Will's mouth on his balls, meant that Maxime wasn't going to last much longer, and indeed it wasn't long before Maxime said, in a breathy, heady voice, `William, I am going to cum. I'm going to cum Will'. On hearing the words, Will abandoned Maxime's balls and flicked his tongue along Maxime's head. This pushed Maxime over the edge and he shot a rope of cum into Will's mouth, quickly followed by a second rope as he gasped out his pleasure. Will grinned as he tasted Maxime's cum and swallowed. He took Maxime's cock back into his mouth and sucked more cum from Maxime's cock, trying to drain his balls.
Maxime's hands had released their grip on Will's hair and one was now resting on Will's shoulder, pushing into the other man as though catching his breath. Maxime's cock was still fairly hard when Will pulled away and looked up into the smiling face of Maxime, who bent down and kissed him, softly at first and then more passionately. Will was enjoying the kiss, mixing the taste of Maxime's cum with his sweet mouth, but his own cock had not softened at all and was now demanding release. Pulling back from the kiss, Will grabbed Maxime's hips and spun him round so that Maxime's arse, that arse that had dominated Will's thoughts since he'd first seen it was now only centimetres from his face. Will kissed each plump cheek reverently, cupping them in his hands and feeling their warmth. He nipped at one, eliciting a squeal of delighted pain from Maxime, for whom the soft kisses on his cheeks and warm breath skating over his crack were exquisite torture.
With one hand, Will spread Maxime's cheeks, revealing a tight, pink hole, with some light hair creeping up from the crack. Will placed a light kiss on this hole, repeating the action; Maxime was now leaning forward, head resting on his crossed arms, which were leaning on the bathroom door. His head hung between his elbows, eyes closed. Will striped Maxime's hole and crack with his tongue, one hand still spreading Maxime's cheeks, the other slowly stroking his cock. A second swipe of the tongue and Will's self-control broke a little bit. Abandoning the teasing approach, he plunged his hungry tongue into Maxime's arse, licking the hole, and sticking his tongue inside as far as he could. Will knew he had to fuck Maxime soon or he'd blow before his cock ever penetrated the young man.
Will removed his face from Maxime's arse, took his hand away from his own cock, and licked his forefinger. Gently, he pressed this finger to Maxime's hole, feeling a slight, natural resistance. Will put a bit more pressure behind it and his finger slid into Maxime's hole, causing Maxime's knees to tremble and a groan of ecstasy to escape his parted lips. Will, slowly, carefully, fingered Maxime, getting his hole used to one finger before adding a second, and a third. By the time the third finger was in, Maxime was breathing heavily and whispering, begging Will to fuck him with his cock. Will didn't need a second invitation and stood up, giving his cock a few tugs to bring it back to full hardness and then lined his cock up with the Maxime's hungry hole.
Will guided his cock into Maxime's arse, groaning in pleasure as his hard cock was enveloped by Maxime's warm, soft hole. Once inside, Will reached round and started gently pumping Maxime's cock, which had hardened again. His other hand was wrapped around Maxime's chest and gripping his opposite shoulder. Will started to thrust in and out of Maxime, timing his thrusts to his pumping actions on Maxime's cock. Soon they were in a rhythm that was giving them both a lot of pleasure. Will was kissing Maxime's shoulders, neck, and jaw as his cock pounded the young man's willing hole, sending bursts of pleasure through them both. It wasn't long before Will knew he was going to blow. He whispered as much into Maxime's ear, offering to pull out, but Maxime responded by reaching his arm round to clamp onto Will's arse, holding him in place and breathing back that he wanted Will to cum inside him.
Will obliged and with a subdued shout, shot his load into Maxime's arse. At the same time, he felt Maxime's cock erupt for the second time, though less forcefully than the first. Will could feel Maxime's warm cum on his hand. He lent his satiated body against Maxime's back and kissed Maxime's ear. Will released Maxime's cock and brough the hand up to his mouth and began licking Maxime's cum from his fingers and hands. Maxime held Will's wrist and pulled it towards his own mouth and began licking the remainder of his own cum from Will's fingers.
`I'll hold your cum in me all day', Maxime told Will as he buttoned his shirt and pulled up his trousers. Will had already got his trousers back on and had been enjoying the view of his sexual partner in the post-orgasm glow of their mutual pleasure. Maxime approached him and threw his arms around Will's neck, kissing him softly on the lips and stroking his hair.
This has been the best journey ever', he said frankly. This will not be the last time'.
Will smiled back, returning the kiss, It's certainly been top ten', he joked, which earned him a light slap to the side, all right, it's at the top of my top ten'.
Maxime smiled, `that's better'.
`And no, this cannot be the last time. I'll have to find an excuse to visit Paris again, and maybe we can meet in the city rather than the toilet of the train, not that this isn't one of the best toilets I've ever shagged in!'
`Oh I think we've graduated from the train toilet. Next time, you will have to buy me dinner. And I am frequently in London, but you should not need any excuse other than me to visit Paris'.
The stood there, foreheads together, for another minute, enjoying each other's closeness, before Maxime pulled regretfully away and said, `I must go. I've probably been gone too longer already. Au revoir'. He stole a last kiss, and almost skipped out of the door.
Will was left alone in the toilet of a train and released he'd never wanted to follow someone more. He followed Maxime out of the door but had to turn back to his seat, rather than the way he knew Maxime had headed.
In the vestibule was an older man in a panama hat who shot Will a knowing look and a wink, which made Will blush furiously and hurry away, thoughts of Maxime filling his head.