It came about with a chance meeting, a few drinks and a casual fuck.

On the twenty-ninth of December, late at night, I was fucking a guy I’d met that evening and after we’d finished the second round we were chatting. I mentioned that I’d always had a fantasy to have sex on a train; the guy had too. We arranged to make it happen on New Years Eve then, early the next morning, I phoned the guy to see if he could bring some friends and make a party of it; he could he thought, and that’s how it came about.

I didn’t really catch their names so I’ll call them the blonde, the short one and the tall one. The two sleeping compartments were booked (not that we’d need both), the champagne brought, ready for midnight, and a small case with lube and plenty of condoms.

We met at the station ten minutes or so before the train was due to depart. Once the train bumped away, a bit after 8pm, the guys came into my compartment. I guess it might sound strange but we never introduced ourselves by name and I could only guess at their ages. The tall one was the guy I’d fucked a few night before. He was probably in his late twenties, the blonde guy a bit younger and the short one, I guessed, not even twenty yet. The two of them, blonde, and short, looked similar and I assumed they were brothers.

I’d already removed my clothes and put them away the minute I arrived in my berth and when the guys came in they began stripping and throwing their gear all over the place. Young and ready, so not much sleep tonight.

There’s not a lot of space in a sleeping compartment and the four of us were squeezing around each other until we were all in the positions we wanted to be.Tall took charge as the oldest and bent me over the chair in the corner. He plunged into me as deep as he could go. The youngest, Short, pulled me around and pressed his cock into my mouth. Blonde stood beside Short stroking himself.

Blonde soon got too excited to just play by himself and told Tall to lay in the floor so he could have a go at my arse. In seconds Tall was on his back on the floor, back inside my cunt and Short had pushed his cock back into my mouth. Then Blonde squatted down behind me and wiped some lube into my arse then pushed and pushed until my asshole opened and let him inside.

Oh, what a great feeling it was to have all of my holes filled and those young guys pushing hard. Short can’t have been too experienced, or he was over-excited, but within a minute of entering my mouth his legs stiffened, he grabbed my head between his hands and pushed into my mouth while he spurted into my throat. I gagged a little, he was pressed so far inside, but I held it down and swallowed all of his cream, not that I had a choice, the head of his cock was shoved into the back of my throat. I felt the tears in my eyes from the gagging.

Tall was next to cum after a few more minutes but Blonde was happily fucking my arse with no end in sight. He cock wasn’t very thick but it was lovely and long. I felt it pressing far into me with every stroke. There’s that gorgeous feeling when a cock is deep inside your arse and you feel like you must get it out and shit. It’s like an agony of denial and when the cock just keeps pounding and pounding that feeling comes again and again.

I was rubbing my cunt with my hand then stopped for a few moments as Tall slid out from under me. No sooner was he out than Short was sliding under me. He must have been closer to eighteen to recover his erection so quickly and he was definitely hard. It was obvious when he pushed it into my cunt where Tall had just been.

Tall on the the other hand, was still limp and wet from my cunt when he pushed his cock between my lips. Tall’s cock was slim enough and not so long when he was limp but when he recovered, his cock was still not so long but very very thick. He stretched my mouth as wide as it could go. Then he started pumping. I was so glad I’d purged my stomach prior to this trip because when Tall’s cock had plugged my mouth with his cock and he was pushing hard into me I couldn’t stop myself from gagging. It couldn’t come out of my mouth so it came out of my nose, clear liquid from my empty stomach. Seeing it seemed to excite him more and he fucked my mouth harder until he came into my throat and pulled his cock out. I was gasping for breath and vomiting clear liquid and cum onto the floor. It was then that Blonde came.

I felt the familiar ‘bang, stop, gang, stop’ of a guy close to cumming and when he slid his long cock out of me I felt those large raindrops of cum spraying all over my back. Then Short came again, spurting inside my cunt.

They all stood up and watched as I rubbed my fingers into my cunt and came and came. It felt sticky and warm with the cum of two men dripping out of me.

And it wasn’t even nine o’clock yet.

With very little rest we fucked and I sucked and became more and more covered in the mens’ cum as midnight neared. I must have looked like an ad for a bukkake film.

At midnight we popped the cork of our champagne bottle, filled our glasses and drank to 2010, the new year. I kissed each guy with a kiss they’d not forget for some time then they poured the rest of the champagne over my body and went for me again.

By two in the morning the guys had had as much as they could, there wouldn’t be any more cock for me for a while, so we slept.

Around six am Short woke, hard as an iron bar and roll me over. He slipped into my arse and fucked fast and hard until he gushed into me. His groans woke the others and we all spent the remaining hour in various positions, every one involving me being filled with cocks and covered with cum. My face was so sticky by the end of the hour that I needed one of the guys to bring me a damp cloth so I could open my eyes.

We all showered and were dressed a short while before the train arrived at its destination, then we went for breakfast. We had a few hours to wait until the train was due to depart for home again so we did a little sightseeing, had coffee by a park, and generally just wandered about. It was a relaxing, fun morning.

On the return journey we did fairly much what we’d done on the way down though a little more subdued, less frantic, except for Short who seemed to treat each fuck as if it were his last. He said he loved me as we alighted from the train when it arrived home. I just smiled and nodded. Maybe eighteen was a bit of a stretch, not by too much, but maybe.

I haven’t heard from Tall since New Years Day nor have I called him. It’s not needed. We had a great night we’ll all remember I’m certain.