I am happy to share my stories. But, French of origin, thank you for your understanding for my English which remains very imperfect!
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"Shit! I almost missed that cursed train again!"
"You said it Bruno: we'd be better off fucking our chicks than going trudge through the mud in Alsace!"
"Don't tell me about it Nico: my balls are still full, ready to explode! What boring this military service!"
Bruno, the guy who arrived late, is all sweaty: he goes shirtless to change and shows us a bust of a Greek god. He is not very tall, but has a generous musculature. Not a gram of fat, powerful pecs and an impressive 6 pack. A forest of brown hairs that go from his navel to enter his jeans. He quickly dries off and puts on a clean T-shirt.
The only one of my traveling companions who hasn't said anything yet is a handsome young guy. He is tall, thin, with blond hair and green eyes. He just smiles.
We are on the last train leaving at 11:25 pm this Sunday evening from Gare de l'Est in Paris to Strasbourg.
We are in the 90s, when military service is still compulsory in France: all young men 20 yo must give a year to their country, training for war...
All, or almost, because there are still quite a few boys from good families who, like me, manage to escape it.
I was 25 at the time and had been working for almost 2 years in Strasbourg at the European Parliament. I am a parliamentary attaché. I usually fly there every Sunday evening to spend the week there. But, having missed my plane last week, my only choice to really be at work on time was to take the night train, filled with young soldiers.
And what a pleasure it was to live during the 6 hours of the trip, a bit of everything that I couldn't share 5 years ago with young guys my age!
So I decided from now on to make my outward journey every Sunday by this night train: it's cheaper and so exotic!
"And you, Marc, did you have a good weekend?" Asks Nicolas.
"Yes, I went to the cinema on Saturday with a friend and had a brunch with some other friends today..."
"And were you able to fuck at least?!" he asks him, mimicking the gesture with his pelvis, drawing our attention to the bulge in his tracksuit.
Nicolas is THE handsome kid in the compartment. He is tall, with a nice build. The face of a virile guy with the marks of a thick beard that he must shave close. He is dark brown, with short hair and very deep blue eyes.
"Yes, yes. Don't worry..." Marc replies, blushing a little. "We risk annoying you a little, Sir, with our stories of soldiers..!" He adds, turning to me, probably also to divert attention a little.
"My name is Philippe. I'm by the way barely older than you and it makes me happy to feel a little younger!"
"Cool! I was afraid that we would have to control ourselves too much during the trip!" Adds Bruno.
Nico and Bruno have immediately settled on the top bunks, letting Marc and I the down ones. The compartment is very small: a narrow corridor, with 2 bunk beds on each side. A tiny closet where we can store our luggage.
We talk a little, each sitting or lying on his bed. I understand that they are in the same light tank regiment and used to travel together. Bruno monopolizes the floor a bit, describing in detail his Saturday boxing training and how many times he made his girlfriend come with his big cock, of which he seems extremely proud!
This visibly made Nicolas jealous who felt obliged to boast about his dick "the longest of [his] football team". Besides, the more he talked about it, the more he touched the front of his tracksuit and the more his bulge became obscene: the little prick was maybe telling the truth?!
Stumbled into this compartment by chance, I finally fell well: We won't be bored with these 2 little roosters who compete in virility!
"Tomorrow I have a big day so I'm going to bed. I'm a deep sleeper and have earplugs: so pretend I'm not there..." I tell them with a big smile.
I pull down my jeans and take off my T-shirt. To spice it up, I even lower my boxers before entering, taking all my time, in my little bunk. I feel 3 pairs of eyes watching the scene with a bit of surprise, especially since their discussion about their big cocks has made mine swell and grow and it must not have gone unnoticed! As I have a body well developed by the rowing, I do not risk to pass in their eyes for a queer.
Nico and Bruno come down from their bunks. They rummage a little in their bags and, almost at the same time, get naked, as they probably do in the dormitory of their regiment. From my lying position I can't see their tops. But what they show me immediately puts my dick to attention!
When Nico pulled down his tracksuit, probably still aroused by his bragging about his sex, he releases a heavy monster that go up and thump dully against his abdomen. The stuff must measure a solid 10''. It is not very thick, but thanks to a nice upwards curve the glans reaches his navel. His balls are very hairy and stuck to the bottom of his shaft. He massages them a little and caresses his beautiful column of flesh openly and without any embarrassment until he totally frees his glans from the foreskin. The dude is literally in love with his cock and he's happy to show it off in all its glory! It's true that it is beautiful!
