tongue maneuvered across my torso like an hungry black adder searching for something to sustain it.

“Get ready,” he quietly said looking up to me as he moved himself further down my body and stood on his knees. No amount of warning could have prepared me for the warm and moist mouth of this young American nearly swallowing my wanker whole. He moved his tongue around in the space between my foreskin and knob head, swirling it around and around my wanker’s circumference. He lightly massaged my bullock-bag with his mild hand, trying to summon the fluids of my intense ecstasy. I felt that I was on the precipice of explosion when he stopped, pulled his head up, and began to undress himself, giving me a bit of a peep show. He slowly pulled down his trousers and undergarments to reveal a wanker harder than a cricket bat (and almost as large, too!). Although it was large, it had a strange look to it, as if someone had chopped the end off to reveal the head. It also seemed that he had manicured his pubic hair in the shape of diamond. This American-style wanker turned me on so ever more, especially the smooth, precise jerks he gave it as he moved to get on top of me.

Our stiff peckers pressed against each other as we once again shared kisses. They were soon excited to the point that they convulsed, reminding me of a jolly fencing match. A bit of pre-come sheathed the tips of both our wankers. Anthony’s well-defined stomach dominated my puny little one as he would thrust in pleasure. I was in complete submission to his learned ways.

He sat up and told me that he would take it easy on me that first time, and proceeded to grab my knob and rub it between the cheeks of his bollocks. His huge pecker pointed straight forward like a compass arm indicating north. I seized it with my hand and wanked him off to the rhythm of his motions up and down my erection. Anthony reached above us to the shelf and pulled down a little vile of lotion. I suppose that was why he had gone to so much bother to put his personals out!

After he lubed my wanker and his arsehole with the lotion, he hung over me and guided my undulating pecker into him, at the same moment our locomotive passed into a long tunnel. Shrouded in darkness, Anthony heaved above me, bobbing up and down, panting like a thirsty dog while I began to wank him off once again. I could feel his pecker ripple with delight. His hushed moans almost matched the intensity of mine. The fear of being discovered frightened me, but also made me all the more aroused. I had nothing to fear anyway because the train had already the entered the tunnel, and no one could discover us in the dark. I felt Anthony’s body begin to wriggle as his moans became more uncontrollable. His penis swelled and a great surge of come ushered forth onto my chest and face. I licked my lips and tasted it, in even greater anticipation for my long-awaited and much-desired orgasm.

Anthony brought himself down and whispered, “Come in me, Simon, let me earn my ride.” He then pressed his cheeks tight, wrapping my pecker