It had been an early start for Mike and Steve to make it to the station for the train to Moscow, but they'd made it. They were in Russia for the confederations cup football, and had been to watch a match in the stadium at Kazan the night before. As part of the tickets, they were entitled to travel on the free trains the Russian government had put on to help fans travel between games.
This was why, at 6am, they stepped into one of 17 carriages on the Kazan to Moscow charter train. The platform was fairly quiet, which surprised them, as they expected a large number of the Chile fans, who had seen their team victorious over Portugal the previous evening, would have been on to get to the final.
They found their compartment, the train designed in the old format of a passageway down one side of the carriage with four-berth compartments on the other. Dumping their stuff on the floor, the took a breath for the first time that morning.
The train pulled away on time, and the city limits of Kazan soon gave way to vistas of grassland and woodland. The train wasn't going particularly fast, they weren't due into Moscow until early evening, nearly 11 hours' time, and soon the scenery lost its appeal.
A film later, they'd gone through their snacks and were getting a bit of cabin fever. Looking to explore, they slowly wandered down the carriage, noting all of the empty compartments. In fact, only one was occupied, two down from their own, by a man and women who seemed to be in their mid-thirties.
Taking advantage of the water boiler to make a tea, they returned to their compartment, and continued to while away the time. Soon another tea break was a decided, and they headed back to the urn. They were filling their cups up when a door opened, and they turned to see the man exit from his compartment and head in their direction.
As previously thought, the man was in his early thirties. He wasn't the stereotypical Russian, with bald head and bruising shoulders, instead he was athletic, well-toned without being either too muscular or too fat. As he arrived at the urn, he smiled at them.
"Hi, I'm Vlad."
"Steve," Steve replied.
"Mike."
"It is so quiet, this train, yes?" Vlad said, as he took his turn at the urn.
"Yes, we were surprised," Steve said, "we expected more."
"Ah well, nice and peaceful for us though," Vlad smiled.
"Indeed."
All their drinks were made and they headed back down the passageway. As they reached the door, Vlad turned and said,
"Why not join us for a bit. It would be good to have some other company, and help pass the time."
"Sure," Mike said, looking at Steve who nodded in turn, and so they followed Vlad into the compartment.
His companion looked up as the door was opened, and Steve saw she was stereotypically Russian. High cheekbones, fine featured, and exceedingly attractive. Beside him, he saw she was having an effect on Mike who couldn't tear his eyes from her.
"Maria, we have company on this train," Vlad joked, introducing the two Englishmen.
They took seats on the benches, which were really the bottom beds of the bunkbeds set up either side of the room. Mike beat Steve to take a seat next to Maria, and Steve ended up next to Vlad.
Soon they were chatting away, the small talk of why they were there and what they thought of Russia breaking down any initial wariness. It helped when Vlad pulled a bottle of Vodka out of his bag, and four shot glasses to go with them.
Steve wasn't sure how long it had been, but he was starting to feel the effects of the vodka. Glancing at the bottle, he saw that they had nearly polished the whole thing off. Glancing over the table, he saw Mike deep in conversation with Maria, obviously flirting like mad. It seemed to be working, she was brushing her hand up against his arm and laughing at all his jokes. Steve thought it a bit odd, but then remembered than Vlad said he and Maria were siblings, not an item.
All of a sudden, Maria piped up, "Mike says he's got some youtube videos he thinks I'd like. We're just going to your room and watch them, you don't mind."
"yeh, erm, videos," Mike stammered, as Maria just got up and pulled him by the hand through the door, pushing it shut as they disappaeared.
For a moment Steve and Vlad sat in silence, before Steve turned to Vlad.
"Are they..." he started.
"Yes, I expect so," Vlad replied laughing, "Maria is a free spirit, she likes someone, she has them."
"Lucky Mike," steve said, laughing into his vodka, before turning morose for a moment, "at least someone gets some action this holiday."
"You don't have a girlfriend?" Vlad asked, receiving a shake of his head in reply. "Boyfriend?"
Steve noticed a change in tone at this, and turned to look at Vlad. He'd noticed the other guy had been subtle moving close to him as the day had gone on, random little contacts that weren't needed.
"I don't know why, a good-looking guy like you." Vlad said, placing a hand on Steve's thigh.
Steve froze, and for a minute panicked.
"I need to go to the loo," he said, quickly darting out of the compartment and down the passage to the toilet.
Sanding there, he tried to collect his thoughts. Here he was, being hit on by a guy. The attention was flattering, but that was it, right? Despite himself, he felt turned on, he had idly wondered what it was like to be fucked by a guy, but never thought he'd even be in a position to find out. His natural caution was to tell Vlad he was not interested, but the flush in his cheeks told him he felt differently.
Realising he couldn't be too long, he went back down the corridor, passing his own bunks where Mike and Maria's amorous moans could be heard. Reaching the other door, he turned to open it, unsure what he was going to say to the man the other side.
AS he opened the door and took a step inside, the train suddenly hit a road crossing, and the carriage swayed. This combined with the alcohol he'd had cause Steve to stumble forward into the cabin, and practically fell onto Vlad's lap, knocking him backwards so they ended up with Steve resting above Vlad, hands either side, his face inches above the Russian's.
He paused there for a moment, feeling the warmth of the other man's breath on his face, before he took the plunge. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips downwards onto Vlad's, feeling the other man stiffen with shock. For a moment he thought he'd misread the situation, but then Vlad responded, opening his mouth invitingly, and thrusting his tongue out. Steve responded, opening his own mouth, into which Vlad's tongue swarmed, caressing his own and they kissed.
Steve let himself fall forward onto the bed; his upper half pressed to Vlad's with his legs either side of Vlad's. He felt Vlad's hands reach around him, and then felt the cool caress of his finger on his back as they snaked under his t-shirt. As they kissed, he could feel himself hardening, straining at his pants, and beneath him, he could feel Vlad responding in kind. He was breathing hard now, their kissing furious and passionate, their stubble rubbing each other's cheeks, but neither caring. Steve could taste the vodka on Vlad's mouth, the sweet alcohol mixed with a manliness that he couldn't get enough of.
They broke for air, Steve rolling off Vlad towards the edge, with Vlad rolling onto his side to look at Steve. Steve noticed the door, and standing up, walked over and locked it to ensure they wouldn't be disturbed. He turned, to find Vlad standing right Infront of him. Vlad kissed him again hard and quick, before pulling back and pulling Steve's t-shirt over his head. Vlad ran his hands over Steve's chest, murmuring how hot he was, all the time his hands slowly making their way downwards.
Reaching his belt, Vlad quickly undid it, and soon Steve's trousers were pooled around his feet. His dick was rock hard now, straining at his boxers to be free, but instead of freeing it, Vlad began to caress it through the material, feeling it grow and squirm under his touch, growing even harder.
Rubbing his mouth over the material, up and down its full length, Vlad continued to tease Steve, seeing the other man groaning with pleasure. Eventually, re reached up and yanked the boxers down, letting Steve's cock fall free.
The moment of being naked in front of a stranger only hit Steve for a moment, before he was engulfed with pleasure as Vlad took his tip into his mouth, tongue caressing his sensitive skin as he did.
"Fuuuuck," he moaned, "Ahhhhhhh, that's good," he said as Vlad slowly took more of his length into his mouth. Steve wasn't that big, maybe 5 inches, and so Vlad had no problem taking the full length into his mouth. Slowly he began to suck up and down, his head bobbing forward and back, tongue licking the shaft as he took Steve further into ecstasy.
Steve just stood there, his face flushed even more, looking down as the other man sucked him off. It was so good, and having not come on the holiday so far, it wasn't long before he felt himself nearing the edge.
"I'm coming," he moaned, but Vlad just continued to suck Steve's dick, so when he came, he pulsed his cum deep into Vlad's mouth. Vlad licked all the cum off Steve's shaft, before sensually swallowing the load. Standing, he kissed Steve again, and he could taste the saltiness of his own cum as their mouths locked again.
Vlad broke away, and quickly discarded his own clothes, soon standing naked as Steve was. Steve took his body in, the flat stomach, the hairless torso which was white, hardly touched by the sun. His arms, browned where they had been exposure had fine hair down them, and were long and strong.
Almost guiltily, his eyes wandered down, and for the first time he studied another man's dick. It was cut, like his, and certainly longer, maybe 6 or 7 inches. Vlad obviously kept himself well groomed, the pubic hair was short and neatly arranged. He didn't have time to take any more in, as Vlad beckoned him over.
