ok, here's another on for you. I was saddened to learn of the passing of Miquel Sanchez. His stories inspired me to write.
Welcome to my world. This story is 60% fiction and the other 40% you can guess. It is a story of sex between consenting adult males. If this offends you or is illegal where you live leave now. if you are underage leave now. If you're still here, unzip and enjoy. Remember that nifty needs our support to keep going and giving us the pleasure we deserve. Please contributeat nifty.org. Comments are welcomed: jaskejr@hotmail.com
I'd like to dedicate this story to another nifty writer, the late Miquel Sanchez. His stories gave me,and I'm sure others, the courage to add our own work to the nifty archive. All of us will miss Miquel. His work demonstrated the highest quality and still managed to stimulate.
The amazing first time European train ride
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I'd gotten tired of DC and it's uptight scene. You were either in politics or government. Your status depended on how close to the top you were. Not being in either and having only recently grabbed the first job I was offered, as a private school teacher, I was pretty much outside of the ladder of interest. At the time I had little sexual experience aside from mutual jack off session with a college friend. I still lived with my parents. It was a situation "You live in my house under my rules!" At that time I knew of few gay places. My limited choices were not rewarding
I was fortunate to be in an exclusive private school. The parents were active in their sons' education (yes,in those days high schools were segregated by sex). Most of the parents were in the upper strata of professional life but still very nice to the teaching staff. I often was invited to dinner at the students' homes. It provided me with a social life, although a limited one.
It was the beginning of the spring break and one student's parents had invited me to dinner. Chad was an only child so was the focus of his parents lives, aside from their work. He was a handsome, blond teen. He excelled at sports, being a top star of the track team. We talked of his success in sports and the classroom.
After supper, over coffee and cognac, his father asked me about my plans for the summer. I hadn't actually thought that far so I admitted that I had no plans. We talked for a little while longer. Chad had been excused to go to his room by that point. His mother asked if I'd ever been out of the country or wanted to see other places. I admitted that it had been a dream of mine to go to Europe.
Chad's father explained that the governing board of the school and the alumni had established a fund to provide for teachers at the school to travel abroad during the summer to gain experience that would benefit the students. If I was interested the Chad could bring me more information. I agreed that the idea did interest me. His father told me something that I didn't know. Chad had told him that I was a very popular younger teacher.
A few days later Chad came to my classroom at the end of the day. He handed a packet of information and an application form. As I read over it over he waited and I became more excited. Chad assured me that I'd get it since his father was on the selection committee.
In the beginning of May I received a letter informing me that I'd been selected. The grant came with a stipend for expenses, and a paid summer session in either London or Dublin. I was over the moon! I sent a thank you to the committee and a special one to Chad's father. I'd not told my parents of the chance that I would go. They were surprised and urged me to quickly get my passport. They agreed to pay for my airfare even though I knew that they had little money to spare. I searched for the cheapest airfare and found one that would take me to Luxemburg. Hey, it was in Europe and I could go on from there.
The first week of June arrived, the end of the school term. I said my farewells to my students and the staff. I knew that 3 days later I'd be off to Europe. I'd decided Dublin would be my choice of a place to study. Arrangements had been made with the university there. I'd managed to save a small sum which I knew I'd need for some travel expenses. I'd bought a rail pass and mapped out how I would spend the 2 weeks before I was due in Dublin. I'd researched hostels where I might stay. I was ready!
My departure day finally arrived. My father drove me to the airport. He told me to call if I needed anything. I was flying on Icelandair going by way of Iceland where I'd have a free layover. I boarded the plane, found my seat,and settled in for the first part of my trip- the 5 hours to Iceland.
After a smooth take off dinner was served. The cabin attendants were all male and young. One particular one, Gus, took an interest in my comfort. Since my row was empty, after the meal service he brought me a cognac and sat down to talk. I explained that it was my first trip to Europe and that I would be going to Dublin to study for the summer. I also told him that I'd taken advantage of the layovers to see some of Iceland. He assured me that I'd enjoy myself since I'd be staying at the same hotel as the flight crew. As he talked he ran his hand up my leg until he reached my crotch. I didn't know how to react. When he stood to go back to his cabin station Gus put a blanket over me so that I could sleep. As he did so he grabbed my now hard cock. I slept, dreaming of the adventures I might have in Europe if this was the first sign.
My 48 hour layover was spent adjusting to the time difference and getting used to the fact that in summer the sun never quite sets in Iceland. People were out partying until all hours. Gus and 2 other cabin staff took me to the popular hot springs where we swam naked. I admired the gorgeous bodies arround me. The men were handsome in a very Nordic way with their long, uncut cocks freely dangling for all to see. I felt inadequate next to these blond, Nordic gods. We ended my first night drinking the local beer until late.
Part 2
My layover ended before I'd had a chance to explore sex with Gus. He had flown out the next day on a flight back to the US. I was awakened early in the morning and shuttled off to the airport for my 3 hour flight to Luxemburg. Landing I discovered what small country meant. The airport was served by just 2 airlines with only 6 flights a day. The terminal was a world war 2 hut. Luckily, being a small airport, the formalities were over quickly and we all were boarded on a bus for the short ride to the central station in the city.
I got my rail pass validated and waited to find the correct trains for my journey. The rail staff was very helpful. I told them that I'd like to get to Copenhagen. They explained that the best connections would be via Brussels and then an overnight train. I made all the arrangements and soon boarded the slow train to Brussels. Once there I checked my bags in a locker and explored the city for a few hours. I returned to the station in time to grab a sandwich and bottled water. My train was leaving in less than 40 minuutes so I went to the platform to wait. I noticed that there were lots of military waiting also. After all Brussels is the NATO headquarters. Service men of many nations were waiting for trains. I decided that I'd better stock up on beer and more sandwiches while we waited.
The train arrived and I was directed to my sleeping car. I noticed that there were four berths in the compartment and wondered who would join me. Just before the scheduled departure time 2 military guys, German soldiers, entered the compartment. They both spoke some English and we exchanged small talk as the train pulled out. We managed to talk using their English and my little German. I explained that I was on my way to summer school in Dublin and had decided to see some of Europe.They were bound for a base in the north of Germany.
An hour into the trip the conductor came to check our tickets. They were going to Hamburg, an early morning stop. The conductor explained that there would be only 2 stops during the night to discharge passengers and we would have the compartment to ourselves. When he left he closed the curtains that covered the windows on the aisle and wished us a good night.
We then talked some more. We shared our food and they produced 2 bottles of strong German wine. We drank and talked until it was time for sleep. I was a bit dizzy from the wine and time adjustment. I crawled into the lower bunk after stripping to my underwear. The soldiers stripped naked to sleep. I got a glimpse of their long uncut cocks. They were both tall Germans and not shy about their bodies. They talked in German among themselves as they prepared for bed. The motion of the train soon had me asleep. It had been a long day.
My sleep was interrupted by moanng sounds. I turned over to face the space between our bunks. There one of the soldiers was on his knees sucking his companion. I got instantly hard and grabbed my cloth covered cock to jerk. I suppose that I was not quiet because they soon stopped. Both stood and walked the few feet to my bunk. One reached down, replacing my hand with his own. He stroked me while his buddy brought his skin covered cock to my lips. I opened my mouth to speak but the cock entered instead. My underwear was quickly removed and I was pulled up to a standing position. The soldier who'd been fondling me was now on his knees in front sucking me. His friend came up behind me and licked my neck. I'd never felt so alive.
I was quickly bent over, grabbing the upper bunk with one hand. One of them was now kissing me deeply with a building passion. The other one was at my naked ass, licking up and down my crack. They soon built up a rhythm. I felt the stiff cock in front of me pushing against my own. I moaned with a desire that I didn't know I had. We rubbed out swollen cocks against each other, bringing both to the edge of an explosion.
But the man behind me had other ideas. I felt a cold gel being applied to my crack and then a lubed finger pushing into my bowels. In a short minute he had gained access to my body with 2 fingers. He reached over to nibble on my ear as his friend dropped to his knees to suck my now very hard cock. Hands moved over my chest to find my nipples. Playing with these brought a deep moan of lust from me.
Sliding his arms back around, my waist was grabbed by the taller one and bent without the other's mouth ever leaving my cock. I felt a little pressure at first, then a sharp pain as my virginity was taken from me. It only lasted a few minutes until I felt the pubic hair of the invader brushing against my ass. Both paused for a few minutes while they stimulated my nipples and I got used to the invading cock.
When I moaned and pushed back, the full assault began. My initial pain had been replaced with a lusting pleasure. I could not get enough of the invading tool. My fucker did not last long. I felt him stiffen and jerk as he filled me. He soon pulled out only to be replaced by his buddy. It was then that I saw the size of the hard German cock that had taken me. It had to be 10"! I knew then that my life had changed.
The second cock that entered me had a easy time since I was well lubed by his friend's cum. He was slower, more aware of my needs. As he pumped in and out he kissed my neck and shoulders. His climax was sudden and long. I felt the cock thicken and then push in as deep as he could go. He held me tight against his chest as he flooded my ass. Finally, he pulled out and turned me around. His buddy was bent over the lower bunk, ass up and spread. A hand took my still stiff cock and quided me to the bunk and open hole. A push on my ass propelled me forward and into the waiting hole.
My body reacted to its' own natural instinct as I began pumping in and out. A pair of arms encircled my chest, rubbing my erect nipples. Before I realized it the stiff cock of the other German soldier had entered me. I knew that I was in for a wild ride. We spent most of the night in various sexual positions and combinations. I got no sleep that night. Between bouts of sex we talked. I confessed that it was my first time taking a cock. They both smiled, one whispered "Now you've been broken in by German cock. Nothing else will ever satisfy you."
At dawn the train conductor returned and announced that Hamburg central station would be the next stop in 10 minutes. He did not seem surprised to see three naked men sprawled out in the compartment. The soldiers rapidly dressed, kissed me good bye and thanked me for a wonderful night. I thanked them for taking my virginity.
The Hamburg stop was not long. The next stop, in an hour, would be for the ferry to Denmark. I took the time to go to the bathroom to clean up. I was just finishing when the door suddenly opened and a youngish boy entered. Without a word he fell to his knees, unzipped my pants and swallowed my cock. It didn't take me long to cum. He thanked me and zipped me up before leaving. I returned to my compartment.
Before we arrived at the ferry depot, the conductor came around to explain to me what would need to be done. I'd not opened the curtains, so he stood in the doorway talking. As he talked, he rubbed his crotch until his stiff cock became very visible. I went to my knees when I saw this. He walked in, locking the door behind him. He had a moderate sized cock. It would be easy to swallow him and I did so immediately. The motion of the train forced his cock into my throat and with a sudden jerk of the train he was deep into my throat. I used my tongue to lick his cock and then sucked harder as I felt him stiffen. His stifled cries were music to my ears. Shot after shot of his cum went down my throat. When he finally stopped dumping his load, I licked his cock clean. He thanked me and wished me a pleasant trip.
And so I had my awakening to my true nature as a gay man. I was ready for any adventure that would await me in the next 8 weeks.
Thanks again for reading this story. Remember that Nifty needs the support of all of its readers to carry on. Thank you again Miquel for your courage and inspiration.