Stranger on a Train

(With thanks to Mike for his tireless help with proofing and editing - you know who you are!)

The story continues here directly from Ch. 1, so it is worth reading that first for context.

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I woke the following morning, slightly confused, with my customary morning erection, and wondering where I was.

Then, as the noise of the Perpignan street wafted through the open bedroom window, it all came back to me.

I was alone in the bed, but I could also hear sounds coming from the kitchen.

I got up, naked, and my cock followed the sounds to find my new friend standing at the countertop making coffee. He was also naked and I caught my breath at the beauty of his nude form, which was accentuated by the morning light coming through the window. Slim, lean and broad shouldered. Tight and toned buttocks, long strong legs.

I walked quietly up behind him and put my hands gently on his shoulders and kissed the back of his neck. I said, in French, something corny like "Good morning lover boy. How are you this morning?"

I let him feel my hard cock gently nuzzling his buttocks.

He smiled, glanced in amusement at my cock, and turned to accept a kiss on the lips. He was still working on the coffee so he didn't turn around completely. I started to massage his neck and shoulders in an affectionate way. He sighed appreciatively "Hmm, that's good."

I then lightly stroked down his back and flanks, massaging the side of his hips and the tops of his buttocks. I worked down further to give his buttocks a forceful massage with my thumbs. He moaned again and said "Careful, I'm going to spill the coffee!"

I chuckled and let my finger run gently up and down his arse crack, lightly tracing over the whorl of his anus.

I then stopped and focused on massaging his anus with the tip of my finger, round and round, and then gently pushing into the muscular opening.

"Oh fuck, I can't make coffee while you are doing this." he said as he stopped and just rested his hands on the counter top while I continued.

I withdrew my finger for a moment and put it into my mouth, relishing the taboo scent of my lover's anus. "Mmm, delicious," I sighed into his ear "you taste gorgeous."

"Fuck, you are a bad man." he whispered.

"Yes, I am. And I am going to show you just how bad..."

With my finger now lubricated by my saliva, I returned it to his anus, continuing the massage briefly, but then sliding further into his opening. First one knuckle, then deeper up to the second, then all the way up to the third. "Is that bad enough?" He moaned unintelligibly as I withdrew my finger almost all the way out, and then thrust it roughly back in "or this?" with a chuckle.

He didn't say anything, but merely slumped forward on to the counter-top, pushing his arse into the air, allowing me better access to his anus. For good measure I pushed his feet further apart, giving me total 'access all areas'.

With my finger still in his anus I kissed him from his neck, along his now horizontal back all the way to his buttocks. I drank in the scent of his warm skin, as yet unwashed from the night before. The smell of male. The smell of him. My lover.

I went down to the tops of his thighs and then back across his cheeks to the crack of his arse. I kissed and licked my way down the crack to meet my finger sliding in and out of his anus.

I finally withdrew the finger, sucking it once more, savouring the even more pungent aroma as it had been deeper into his rectum. I then replaced it with my tongue.

I grasped his buttocks and pulled them apart as wide as I could to allow greater access for my face and tongue.

Kissing and licking around his anus before finally forcing my tongue into his sphincter. He moaned again as I did this, and I could feel him thrust his arse towards me, to force my tongue further in. Claiming once more this most intimate of orifices, that my cock had opened up the previous night. That my lover allowed me to explore, to spread, to violate, to worship.

I reached between his legs to find his cock, now also fully erect, grasped it with my hand and started to pump it backwards and forwards as I continued to probe him with my tongue.

He started to thrust his hips at me harder and faster and in response I gripped his cock harder, wanked it faster and ground my face into his anal crack.

With my other hand I slapped his left buttock and then gripped it hard, squeezing and digging in with my nails. I spat saliva onto his anus to increase the lubrication and buried my nose, tongue and chin in between his buttocks.

I felt his cock twitching, but I didn't want him to cum yet, so I released my grip on his cock and squeezed his testicles to calm him down "Ach, you bastard, what the fuck are you doing?" I laughed "Just making sure you don't cum too soon my darling, there is more I want to do to you yet."

"Get up and turn around. Lean against the table" I ordered. He did so and I knelt in front of him and took his cock in my mouth, both sucking his beautiful member and squeezing his balls at the same time.

I teased and teased him, sucking his cock to keep him close to the edge while squeezing his balls to stop him going over it.

I truly relish the feel of a cock in my mouth, and his was a beauty. I liked to think that I was becoming something of a connoisseur by this point. I have never been one for getting out the tape measure, but in terms of length, girth and overall "heft" he was more than adequate. Uncut. Muscular. Venous. Powerful. And he was giving it to me. It was hard for me.

Then I pushed him backwards onto the table and told him to lie down on it. "Open your legs. Grab your ankles and hold them open."

He was now completely open to be fucked. His arse just at the edge of the table, legs held wide open. To my intense frustration I realised I didn't have any condoms to hand.

I couldn't stop now.

I saw a bottle of olive oil on the countertop and grabbed it. I poured some oil over his cock and massaged it in, wanking his shaft up and down. I then placed my cock alongside his and grasped both in my fist and wanked them together as they slid deliciously against each other, lubricated by the olive oil.

With my other hand, I hooked my thumb into his anus and frigged him off in harmony with our cocks as he moaned in surprise and ecstasy.

And then we both started laughing, as we realized the ridiculousness of the situation. It was incredibly hot, and a very pragmatic solution to our problem, but also very silly.

It was at that moment that I realised I could really explore the boundaries with this gorgeous man. He had that healthy sense of the absurd that is so important.

We came simultaneously, both spurting our white cum over his belly, mixing together. I smeared the mixture all over his body up to his chest and wiped it over his face.

I took my thumb out of his arse and forced it into his mouth "Here, it's your turn to taste your arsehole you little slut. Do you like the taste of your own arse? Maybe I should make you taste mine later. You can be my little arse-eating fuck-boy."

I was in that frenzy of lust when I would say all kinds of extreme things which, in the cold light of day, written on a page or screen, are just embarrassing. But it is what happens, so I feel I need to be honest. I apologise - but there it is.

He licked my thumb clean and then I pulled him up to hug him, and then on to my lap as I sat back in a kitchen chair. I raked my fingernails down his back to his arse and pulled him in close so our cum covered cocks nestled together.

I kissed him again and whispered.

"I can't believe how sexy you are. I want my cock inside you so much."

"And I want mine in you! But maybe later. First I think we'd better have a shower!"

We both laughed and disentangled ourselves and headed back to the shower to clean up.

I reveled in the view of his pert buttocks once again as I followed him towards the bathroom. I couldn't resist the sight and I grabbed him and pulled his slippery body to mine. I pulled him - close - and kissed him.

"Wanna dance?" I said with a grin as I ground my naked oil-and-cum smeared body against his.

"Hmmm, maybe." And he embraced me in return.

We slow-danced in the corridor, grinding our slippery young bodies into one another's, delighting in the feel of hard muscles under the sheen of oil. Sounds silly? Maybe, but, trust me, it felt very sexy!

Intimacy is an odd thing. Less than twenty-four hours ago we had been complete strangers. Now we were slow dancing naked in his apartment, smeared in olive oil and each other's cum. And it felt perfectly natural. And it certainly felt good!

As we danced, he slipped an oily finger into my anus and pulled me close. I moaned, and reciprocated. We stood there grinding our pelvises together, gripping each other, with a finger up each other's arse, frantically frigging each other. We weren't quite ready to cum again, so finally we withdrew our fingers.

This time I turned the tables and, with a grin, offered him my fingers to lick clean. He moaned slightly as he realised I was making him taste his own arse again. He opened his mouth and I slid my fingers inside. Across his tongue and into his throat. I fucked his mouth with my fingers, making him gag, and then looking him in the eyes, I moved to kiss him on the mouth. As our tongues entwined I pulled my fingers from his mouth into mine, and then smeared across both of our cheeks.

Once inside the shower we held each other as the hot water surged over us. We kissed deeply.

"Nobody has ever called me an 'arse-eating fuck boy' before, he said with a grin.

"Yes, sorry about that. I got a bit carried away"

"It's okay, I like it. I like being your arse-eating fuck boy" he grinned "It makes me feel slutty."

"Well you are a slut aren't you. You are my beautiful sexy naked slut."

"Maybe I am a 'piss-drinking fuck boy' too?" he said with an arch look and a raised eyebrow.

I pulled him into me, a surge of lust coursing through my body at the implicit suggestion "are you?"

I kissed him again, gently biting his lower lip as I did so. I loved pissing - both giving and receiving - so the hint he was dropping was like catnip to me.

He didn't answer, but just smiled and sank to his knees in front of me. He kissed my cock and then looked up at me, expectantly, with his mouth open.

"Why don't you find out?"

I still hadn't had my first piss of the day, so it was easy for me to relax and allow my bladder to empty in a stream of golden fluid, gushing over his handsome face. He blinked as it splashed into his eyes and then recovered, positioning his mouth to catch the flow.

The sight of this beautiful naked man kneeling at my feet as I pissed into his mouth was one of the hottest things I had ever seen.

True to his word he drank it down with apparent relish, swallowing mouthful after mouthful. As the stream eventually subsided, he took my cock in his mouth and milked it to extract the last drops of piss.

Then I knelt down to face him on the floor of the shower - with some difficulty, given the tight confines of the shower stall - and kissed him. I could taste my own piss, which I licked off his handsome face. "I can't believe you just did that. That was so hot!"

"Hmm. It certainly was from where I was standing - or, I should say, kneeling."

By now I was hardening again and he playfully took my cock in his hand as it grew and grew.

Then he laughed and said "Enough of this. Now for some more arse-eating." And, grasping me by the hips, spun me round and helped me to my feet.

He parted my buttocks and pushed his tongue into my crack. Lashing me with long strokes, up and down, before homing in on my sphincter.

After crashing into the glass walls of the shower a few times we, laughingly, agreed it was too cramped in the shower cubicle to do this properly. So we got out and dried ourselves and went through to the bedroom again.

He grabbed me by the shoulders, kissed me and said "Okay, let's do this properly. Sit on the end of the bed. Now lie back and pull your ankles up to spread your arse."

I did so and he knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed, with his face level with my arse. I was spread wide, and he had complete access to me. He spread my anus further using his two thumbs on either side, pressing apart to stretch my ring.

"Very nice. Very nice indeed" he murmured as he knelt in front of me and went to work. He had clearly done this before too, and I lay back, relaxing and spreading my legs wider, as his agile tongue probed me expertly. It felt unbelievably sexy!

My cock was rock hard again by this point and, as both his hands were occupied pulling my buttocks apart, it was left to me wank myself as he tongued me.

He clearly felt my growing arousal as I approached orgasm, and with one hand he swatted away my hand from my cock and squeezed my balls.

"Not yet! I am going to fuck your beautiful arse first!"

Finally, he rose from his knees and slipped on a condom, now conveniently to hand as we were back in the bedroom. I watched in fascination and lust as this beautiful man rolled the latex sheath down his hard member, reveling in the knowledge that he was hard because of me.

He grinned "Are you ready for this?"

I stroked my cock again, in what I hoped was a seductive manner, and spread my legs wider.

"Just shut up and fuck me you beautiful fucking stud!"

Pushing my knees back towards my chest, he dribbled some lube onto my ring, massaged it briefly around and inside my opening, and then pressed his cock against it.

He teased my anus with his cock head, rubbing it up and down. I reached around and grasped his cock between finger and thumb, and placed it firmly at my entrance.

He chuckled.

"Is this what you want? Do you want my cock up inside you?"

"Yes!" I think I might have sounded a tiny bit whiny "Please!"

He laughed again, enjoying his power over me rather too much for my liking.

With a gentle thrust of his hips, he forced his cock head just a little, so that it slotted into my anus, the ring just starting to dilate. But now it was in position. It wasn't going to slip out. It now just needed more pressure to slide all the way in. His hips thrust lightly again, and I felt the pressure increase so that, finally, I surrendered and he slipped inside. Just a little bit.

"Is that what you want?"

"Yeah, yes!" I could barely enunciate.

Then he withdrew. I moaned, distraught.

He slipped it in an inch further "or like this?" and then an inch more "or this?"

"Yes, yes - just fuck me you bastard!"

Suddenly he thrust all the way. Past the first resistance, then the second (if you know what I mean) until his entire cock slid in up to the hilt. It slid easily, opening me and filling me simultaneously. I moaned, incoherent.

"Is that better? Is that what you want? You want my hard cock in your slutty arse?

"Yes. Fuck yes! Fuck my arse! Put your cock inside me."

(I should, perhaps, point out that the French language vocabulary used here was rather niche, and not learned in school. Amusingly, a previous girlfriend had, while I was studying French seriously, hit upon the bright idea of giving me French pornographic stories to read. She argued that if I was truly motivated to read something then I would learn it - and she knew what motivated me!)

Then he was in me. Filling me. Possessing me. This beautiful man, whom I barely knew, had his gorgeous, muscular, cock inside me. I wanted him so badly.

I wanted to be possessed by him. Owned. This was something that I love about sex with men, that whilst I also love sex with women, is missing there. It is different and I truly adore it. The strength, the power of men. Their smell. The ability to dominate. And equally the thrill to be had from dominating, taming, the powerful male form.

I love both.

Here I sensed that with this man, maybe I could have both. To dominate and be dominated. Maybe. Just maybe.

He pushed my legs wider and thrust every inch of his delicious cock up inside me. Urgent, possessing.

Then he forced four fingers of one hand into my mouth and pushed my face back into the bed, grinding me into the mattress. Fucking my face with his fingers. With his other hand he grasped my erect cock and started to masturbate me. He pulled my foreskin all the way down, exposing the glans, and then forced his thumbnail into the entrance of my urethra, hurting me deliciously, but also stopping me from cumming too soon. He moved to my nipples, twisting them cruelly. He scratched my chest, leaving red weals across my sweating flesh.

I watched the muscles of his torso move as he thrust into me. His abs clenching and unclenching. His taught pecs and biceps in tension as he supported himself above me.

I could see the hungry look in his eyes as he pursued his objective of possessing, using me. I was a vessel for his pleasure. A vessel for his cum. I wanted his cum inside me so badly. I wanted him to cum inside my arse.

"Cum in me darling. Cum in me" I whispered. "Take off the condom and cum in my arse."

He shook his head. "No." He was still rational. He meant that he wouldn't, very wisely, remove the condom and fuck me bareback.

I knew he was right and, frankly, I was grateful that one of us was still vaguely in control.

"Then cum in my mouth, cum on my face. Use me like your cum whore!" (Again somewhat niche vocabulary!)

"Not yet! I am going fuck you. Hard!" and he gave another brutal thrust, forcing himself into me until his pubic bone crushed up against my perineum. Then he ground his hips, twisting and rotating his cock inside me. "Do you like that?"

I moaned.

"Do you?"

I grunted.

"Yes."

"Are you a dirty whore? Here you are naked with a stranger's cock up your arse, fucking like a bitch."

"Yes. I am!" And I was. I was a dirty whore. I wanted to be a dirty whore. I liked being a dirty whore.

I wanted him to possess me. And I wanted to possess him.

Finally, he stopped and withdrew his cock. He sat, straddling me, with my cock now nestling between his butt cheeks.

He peeled the condom off his still rock-hard cock and put it to his nose to sniff it, then licked it. I watched in thrall.

"Hmm, you taste good! Here, try it!" and he smeared the used condom over my lips. "Do you like that? Does it feel dirty?"

I nodded in agreement. Unable to articulate actual words.

"Well you look dirty too. And I am going to make you even dirtier. With that he knelt up from where he was sitting on my pelvis and shuffled up my torso so that his hard cock was over my face. "Touch it" he demanded.

I took him in both hands, thrilling at the touch of slippery, hard cock, so recently inside me. "Wank me off!"

I was happy to oblige, and slid my hands up and down his shaft, watching as the foreskin moved back and forth over the glans. He reached behind and took my cock in his hands and started to wank me with a sort of "backhand" movement. I looked into his eyes. His coal black eyes. As we mutually masturbated each other. It felt like such a hot scene. Obviously too much for him as quite soon he started to twitch and pulsate. His cock became super hard in that moment before ejaculation and with a groan he came in hot white spurts over my face. Over my eyes, my lips, my cheeks and into my welcoming mouth.

Then he turned around and sat on my face and ground it in, smearing his cum all over my face. I opened my mouth to tongue his anus as it slid over my face. Tasting his sweat and just a hint of something more acrid as I did so.

Then he leaned forward to fellate me, taking my still hard cock into his mouth, manipulating it with his fingers as he expertly used his tongue and lips to bring me to the edge, and back down again, repeatedly.