Blow and Go: A Rail Ride of Homoerotic Delight
The night was thick like tar, pressing in from every crevice of the downtown street. The summer heat had faded away with the night, and the only thing that remained was the feeling of the city’s oldest gay bar – a place of refuge, of sex, of pleasure and of joy.
It was a place for revelry, for men seeking their own personal fantasies and finding solace in the arms of strangers and the tenderness of unfamiliar friends. It was a place of homoerotic delight – of goods and bads, of highs and lows, of exploring one another in an intimate and exotic embrace.
On this particular evening, a rail ride of homoerotic delights was just beginning. Just after the clock hit 1am, a group of men gathered awkwardly together before stepping out onto the open night air. Down the sidewalk and further into the downtown core, they began to enter a forgotten part of the city – a place forgotten by the hustle and bustle of the everyday.
Quickly off the beaten path, they stumbled upon a hidden court of courts, an unlit alleyway, guarded by a doorway – a doorway to a court of wild abandon, of libidinous delight, and of what can only be described as ‘blow and go’. And as the night grew darker and deeper, these men embraced each other in a tender and explosive embrace, letting the night take them to places they’d never imagine, to pieces of their inner soul they’d never experienced before…
Table of Contents
- 1. All Aboard – Preparing for a Rail Ride of Homoerotic Delight
- 2. Lingering Lips and Railroad Tracks – Unlocking the Passion of the Open Road
- 3. Unrestrained Smooches and Unbridled Desires – Experiencing an Erotic Journey
- 4. Last Stop – Climbing off to an Ecstatic Release
- Key Takeaways
1. All Aboard – Preparing for a Rail Ride of Homoerotic Delight
- The Invitation:
He was the classic beautiful boy, the one that makes eyes roll and heads turn. His lips were full and inviting, his luscious locks teasingly tumbled onto his shoulders. His body, tight and toned, filled out his low-slung jeans in all the right places. Sitting in the bar, I couldn’t take my eyes off him – and I asked myself if I could ever bring myself to make a move.
We made eye contact, and his gaze said it all. We both knew why we had come, and it was time to get on board. As he moved closer to me, we packed up our coats and left, heading for the station in anticipation of our homoerotic ride.
- On the Train:
The train was cool and dimly lit, and fierce pheromones filled the air. Our hearts raced as our lips finally met, a kiss filled with so much intensity that we ignited something powerful. We were sure no one could know what was going on between us, and it made the ride all the more thrilling.
His hands roamed all over my body, igniting an inner fire I had never felt before. I could taste his desire as I pressed my lips against his soft ones. I felt my arousal climb as his tender touch became more and more insistent. When I felt his hard-on pressing against my thigh, I knew this was going to be one wild ride indeed – a joyride full of unexpected homoerotic delights.
2. Lingering Lips and Railroad Tracks – Unlocking the Passion of the Open Road
Take One: Feeling his boner through the denim of his jeans as his lips daddy swept across his own, the heat of the summer evening amplified as I watched the freight train pass. Those summer nights were notorious for me, as I found my way onto the railroad tracks, heading for points unknown and untold stories. I had no idea then that he would be here too, a fellow night wanderer, pressed against my body as I followed the rhythm of the tracks. Pulling off our shirt, staining the earth with our passion, our heartbeats mingled joining with the distant hum of the engine. Our hands moved simultaneously, exploring territories that likely no one had explored before. I felt his silhouette, so closely intertwined with mine, his lips and tongue dripping with the taste of manifest destiny. His grip tight, pulling me closer, I melted further into him as the train rocked and rolled.
Take Two: In the glow of the moonlight, I saw his eyes consuming me with want and lustful desire, and his lips, seductive and so inviting, craved for mine. It was an inescapable urge, like a fire within his belly that couldn’t be contained, and in his commanding voice, he instructed me “let me have you”. Our bodies and souls meshed together, as if they were meant to be, and I felt my arousal rising with each gentle movement of his hands. His grip grew more intense as I succumb to his feast of forbidden pleasure, our shared longing becoming more pronounced. As I felt his breath on my neck, I was immersed in the thrill of being taken beyond the realms of the imagined and into a world of unabashed eroticism. His resilience and stamina moved me further down the tracks of sexual expression and I gasped with every second that passed, until the moment finally faded away.
3. Unrestrained Smooches and Unbridled Desires – Experiencing an Erotic Journey
He stepped tentatively onto the train, looking in both directions to make sure no one he knew was around. He’d never done anything like this before. But here he was – travelling alone to an unknown destination. With a deep breath, he perched himself on edge of a free seat. He had no clue what to expect, but his heart was already pounding in anticipation.
The train lurched forward as soon as the doors shut, and he smiled. He was relieved to be moving and relieved to be out of sight. The air felt heavy with the heat of summer as it seeped through the windows, making it hard to breathe. He looked around, taking in the newly unfamiliar sights of the journey. He caught sight of a guy trailing his eyes up and down his body – as if they were alone in the carriage – and he felt a sudden rush of arousal.
They set their eyes on each other and for a split second time stood still. The desire between them was unmistakable and they widened their eyes in recognition. Without saying a word, the other man leaned in: a silent suggestion – taking his lead, he inched closer. A raging fire sprang to life between them as their lips came together – they couldn’t help but moan at the sheer pleasure of their unrestrained smooches. They consumed each other as if they’d been starved of touch and love for an eternity.
The other man pulled away; they were both struggling to breathe, as if the kiss had stolen every last breath. The atmosphere in the carriage shifted – now the air felt full of unbridled desires. Everything felt new and exciting. He wanted more: the feeling of his body against another, the taste of his tongue exploring, an erotic journey of sensuality and pleasure.
4. Last Stop – Climbing off to an Ecstatic Release
Ignition:
The anticipation of the onslaught of our irreplaceable chemistry was building every second, as my partner and I were drawn closer and closer together. We connected with the finesse and intensity of a steam train, roaring to life as the train-line of intimacy began chugging along. With a flick of my tongue and electric touch of my fingertips, I lit the fire that would scorch and thrill us both. Our skin pressed together in a never-ending cycle of kisses, licks, and unbroken embrace, we felt each other in ecstatically delicious ways.
Ramping Up:
With each squeeze and pant, our love-making route increased in speed and intensity, soon giving way to a thundering crescendo of heavy breathing. From the depths of our love, we surged toward a crescendo that almost propelled us off the rails. As each passionate thrust and flourish of passionate delight unraveled our discovery of each other, our roguish pleasure crested into a wave of goosebumps, shivers, and a quivering harmony of utter bliss. Our explosive arrival was a jubilant affair that shattered us both into a universe of mind-altering pleasure and heartbreaking desire. In that impossibly beautiful moment, I held my partner in my arms, savoring the sensation of our incredible ride and a satisfaction of an ecstatic release that left us blissfully undone.
Key Takeaways
The sun slowly began to set, its orange hues radiating across the sky as if it was aware of the outcome of this day. By the time it disappeared beyond the horizon, the two of us were left exhilarated and exhausted from the afternoon’s events. The savory kiss on our lips was a reminder of the intense pleasure we’d shared; the feeling of flesh against flesh, the pressure of his ignorance and mine. We’d travelled a thousand miles for this one moment in time and it was worth every second, every soul-shaking thrust of pleasure and every moan of delight that echoed through the night. The rail car gently swayed back and forth, swaying our entwined bodies as if offering us its very own benediction. This was an encounter we’d never forget, a destination we’d always remember, and a bond that could never be broken. We’d made a sacred pact that day, one to never forget or forsake the euphoria of makeshift love.
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