SWISS JOURNEY 1
I love travelling by train: for me, it is the best combination of speed and travelling comfort, and the most relaxing way to enjoy the scenery on the journey. This is particularly so when travelling in the beautiful country of Switzerland, because the transport system there is so good that only an idiot would want to drive around the country. The trains are of course the main transport mode, and I have spent many a happy hour travelling on them through magnificent scenery and beautiful towns and cities, enjoying not only the scenery outside the train but the marvellous views inside, in the form of some of the horniest good looking guys around! I always think of Switzerland as one huge cruising ground, and everywhere you find good looking guys who are at one with their own sexuality, so don't have problems with anyone else's. I love it in summer, when the high temperatures soon produce lots of young -- and not so young but nevertheless attractive -- guys in minimal summer clothing that leads little to the imagination. Freeballing is quite widespread, and more than once I've spotted horny looking hosepipes peeking from the legs of shorts, as the wearer has rested his leg over an arm rest on the train seat!
One thing about Swiss trains is that they almost invariably have enough room for everyone to have a seat, so the crush conditions encountered so often on British trains are a rarity. Apart from the odd train out of the main cities at peak hours, overcrowding is limited to special occasions such as the Zurich Street Parade, which is attended by the young and young at heart from not only Switzerland but neighbouring towns and cities in Germany, France and Austria. Then, train travel can become quite exciting, in the best possible way!
I remember a few years ago boarding a train in Zurich that was full of revellers from the Street Parade. I walked towards the front of the train in the hope of finding a seat, but gave up and stood in a vestibule where there was just room for me to squeeze in between a group of spliff-smoking young men and the Refreshments trolley attendant, a mid-twenties Sri Lankan man who would have made millions just selling his smile; cute wasn't the word! Every one of the young guys was to die for: handsome smiling faces, well built bodies in light casual clothes that left little to the imagination, and not an ounce of nastiness between them. They were enjoying themselves, and had no need to bother anyone else.
As I squeezed into the vestibule, the Refreshments guy moved his trolley so I could move up next to him and allow others onto the train. The atmosphere from the obviously strong weed being smoked by the young guys was starting to have a nice relaxing effect and, as a "thank you" (and, to be honest, a way of getting to chat to him) I asked the attendant for a beer, and made a great thing of struggling into my short's pocket to get my money out, knowing that at least two of the fly buttons were undone. This was not lost on the attendant, who said into my ear: "I can see you are enjoying this!" I said that I certainly was, and raised my beer in salute, just as the train jolted into action, conveniently throwing me against him. He slung his arm around me, and made sure our crotches touched. Indeed, I was enjoying this, and told him so, as I let my hand fall down his back and over his firm, rounded butt, which I pressed towards me, so I could again feel his obviously hard and substantial cock.
He whispered in my ear: "I wish we could do more", to which I responded by saying that it was all I could do not to pull his trousers down and take his cock down his throat right then and there! I asked his name: "Bandula" he said. I asked what it meant, and wasn't at all surprised when he said it meant "charming". His smile reappeared when I told him he certainly lived up to his name! I asked how often he was on this route and when, and said I would love to meet him when it was a bit quieter. "Well", he said, "I'm returning this way tomorrow morning on the 0600 from Chur to Basel, and it's not busy usually". I promised I would try and meet him then.
I determined to get the train: how could I possibly miss the chance for closer contact with such a sexy, horny young guy? After checking the time his train would be at my local station, I told my hosts that I would be out for the day and starting early -- which was no surprise to them as it was my custom to travel as much as possible when I visited. Luckily, they were happy to let me go alone, instead of feeling obliged to accompany me.
Thus it was that next morning I was awaiting the train my new-found friend would be on. It was a lovely warm August morning, and I was wearing my loose fitting cargo shorts, trainers and a tee-shirt. Everything else I needed was in my shoulder bag. The already warm sun started to make me feel horny, and as I walked along the platform, I felt my cock expanding and tightening around my cock-ring. This wasn't eased by the presence of a trio of young boys who were just at the age when they were obviously discovering that there was more in life than going to school! Each was dressed in shorts that were getting too small for their expanding bodies, and nothing underneath to hold back their apparently permanent erections; it was a pleasure to behold their innocent yet serious play. A few more years, I thoughtÉ..
Right on time, the train arrived and I boarded at the rear end, knowing that it would be quieter there since, at Zurich, most passengers would alight and board from the other end. This proved to be the case, and I had the whole of the last carriage to myself. I wondered where my young attendant might be, and was about to walk down the train to find him when I heard the sound of the refreshments trolley crashing over the joint between the carriages. As soon as he saw me, his face lit up with his million pounds smile that instantly had my cock straining against my shorts.
As he pulled the trolley to my seat, I rose and held out my arms to welcome him. He pulled me to him, and planted his beautiful lips on mine. His tongue made its way into my mouth, and I reciprocated, enjoying the sweet taste of his sensual being. The train started to slow for the next stop, so he pulled away, placed his hand over my throbbing cock, and said to wait until the train left the station.
Luckily, those boarding the train did so towards the front, so "our" carriage remained empty. As soon as the train pulled out, my attendant returned, already undoing his trousers and, clearly not wearing underwear, revealing a gorgeous dark bush of hair from which sprang a beautiful thick uncircumcised cock. His cock must have been at least 18cm long and had a tapering girth from about 2.5 to 8cm at the base. Below this delightful picture was a pair of magnificent hairy balls, set above beautiful brown thighs. I was in heaven as I knelt before him and took the length of his cock in my mouth. His foreskin was not entirely back over the cock-head, and my tongue coaxed it into opening full out. It tasted strong but not nasty: there was a sweet taste of sweat and piss that would have made me shoot my load if the train hadn't started to slow for the next station. Bandula pulled away, and fastened his trousers just as the train came to a stop.
We were lucky because, again, the passengers joined the train towards the front so, as soon as it left the station, Bandula opened his trousers and pulled his already hard cock out to meet my willing mouth. I again tongued the foreskin back and into his piss slit, and told him how much I liked the taste, adding that I would love to drink from it. He reacted by pushing his cock further into my mouth and reaching down to play with my tits through my tee-shirt. My own cock nearly exploded, and I pulled his trousers down further so I could get a proper hold of his firm buns. Unfortunately, we were interrupted by the train emerging from the tunnel that signalled the approach to Zurich station, so I quickly turned him round, bent him over and shot my tongue into his lovely, sweaty hole before reluctantly pulling out and letting him get dressed again for the stop. As he moved towards the door, he said he would fix me a drink in a few minutes!
Although quite a number of people boarded the train in Zurich, our luck was still in, because what was the last, but now the first, carriage was still empty as we left for the non-stop run to Basel. Bandula said he would have to go through the train, but would get back as soon as possible. Before leaving, he leant over to give me a deep tongue kiss, and I felt his rock hard cock through his trousers. How he went about his business in that state I do not know!
Once he had moved down the train, I sat back and started to play with my still rock-hard cock as I thought of the sexy, horny young man I had spent the last half hour with. My revelry was broken by the sound of the Conductor coming along to check my ticket, and I quickly buttoned up to make myself at least half decent, though the outline of my throbbing cock wasn't entirely hidden through my shorts. Was it my imagination, or was it a more than casual look the young, good-looking Conductor gave me as he checked my ticket? He continued to the front of the train, and I heard him go into the toilet. A minute or so later, he came out, and returned back down the train. As he passed, I noticed that his packet was rather more obvious than before, so wondered whether he might be interested in checking something more than tickets. I looked around to see him looking back, but thought it better not to push my luck, especially as Bandula was going to be back before long. Time to ease off for a rest!
Amazingly, within twenty minutes, I heard the rattle of the catering trolley being dragged through the connection from the previous carriage, and the lovely smiling Bandula appeared. By my reckoning, this gave us about twenty minutes before Basel, so I didn't waste any time: as he approached, I stood up, pulled my tee-shirt over my head, dropped my shorts and knelt ready for Bandula as he approached, opening his trousers and pulling out his already rampant cock. Like a pig at a trough, I took it in my mouth as far as I could and then pulled out slowly, tonguing up the underside until I hit the foreskin just uncovering his cock head. As my tongue explored his piss-slit, Bandula leant over and whispered in my ear: "did you want a drink, Sir?" Without moving my tongue away, I signalled "yes", and continued to flick my tongue over his slit. After a moment, I felt a dribble of piss escape and slowly ride over my tongue. I swallowed immediately and looked up, waiting for more. I was soon rewarded by a stronger flow, and opened my mouth wide to get the full flavour of his sweet piss as it started to fill my mouth and sink down my throat. I was oblivious to everything but Bandula's beautiful cock unloading its sweet load as the train raced into a long, dark tunnel. His reflection in the train window was such a turn on, and I felt my balls getting ready to shoot a load. The piss-stream eased off, but I took his cock even deeper into my mouth and took hold of his balls to pull him into me. With my other hand, I moved under his arse and found his hole with first one, then two fingers, feeling soft juicy flesh that I decided I must explore more sometime. But, the strong suction of my mouth on his cock had the inevitable effect, and I felt the spasms that indicated he was about to cum. His hands went around my head, holding his cock in my mouth as he started emptying his cum into and down my throat. This was too much for me, and I started spewing the load which had been building up since I first met Bandula just twelve hours or so ago.
As he finished, Bandula pulled me up and we shared a deep kiss, mixing his cum and piss together. Our enjoyment was interrupted by an announcement of our impending arrival in Basel, and we had to quickly re-dress before we arrived in the station. I've never since known a journey pass so quickly, and definitely never had one so enjoyable. As I left the train, I gave Bandula my mobile number, asking him to call me when next he was on the same duty. Hopefully, sometime, he'll get promoted to be a sleeping car attendant. Now that would be interesting!