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He came running up the stairs, taking two steps at the time, stood still, breathless and then he looked around. Only one minute till the train would leave. I waved my hands so that he could see me behind the window of my compartment. And then he smiled. I sighed and sat down. I was relieved, first because he had found me and second ‘cause I could have him this day. His smile still drove me crazy, like the first time I saw it and that was only a few days ago. I took the train for a couple of weeks now, day after day and a lot of people crossed my eyes, but not one interesting man was on board in all those weeks. And then a few days ago, it was the hottest day of the summer by now, all of a sudden he stood in front of me. Like he had come out of nowhere. I read a book and it was so hot in the compartment, that I was sweating like hell. Little salty drops were dancing on my forehead and my shirt had a few wet stains of sweat. I looked up as he asked me, if he could sit down opposite of me. I agreed and that was the first time he smiled at me. I didn’t know if he did because he found me attractive or because of my idiotic expression on my face. There was an extremely good looking guy standing in front of me and I was melting away because of the heat. I felt so uncomfortable.

After he had taken his seat and I had recovered from the first shock and decided not to sweat anymore, I watched him surreptitiously as he started to rummage in his bag. He was maybe ten years younger than I was, a student who had just started I guessed. He was wearing a plain blue T-Shirt with Bermudas that emphasized his slim figure and it was completed by black socks and sneakers. His legs were extremely covered with black hair and as I looked at them I started to get excited. He had a very masculine body and I wondered if his chest would be hairy too...

I was sure he had recognized me watching him, though he pretended reading in his book, but he hadn’t turned a page for a much too long time as well as I felt his eyes from time to time on my body too. We played that game with the hidden looks for a little longer and then suddenly our eyes met. One says that two gay men recognize each other with the way they look, that it takes a second longer than normal. We had that second. Again his face took my breath away as he then smiled at me. To me it was the face of an angel. His eyes and his face had something magic. And that was when it all started.

My angel face was now sitting next to me and the train would take us to his place. He shared a little flat with three others, all students and for the first time since three days we had the chance to be alone there. I stared at him. I still was trying to find out what it was that gripped me so much by looking in his face. Was it the same black hair on his head that were on his legs? Or was it the goatee he was wearing? That beard was extremely sexy and in addition with his stubbles it had given me more than once goose-bumps when we had kissed. I could still feel his soft lips on mine and his hand on my cheek as his tongue were entering my mouth. We enjoyed those French kisses. We were standing on the bank of the river Rhine, hidden behind big trees, hugging and caressing each other. Yes, all that had drifted me in his arms again and again. But most of all his eyes caught me. Those deep dark eyes and the way they looked at me, somehow shy, sometimes a fluttering, imploring look, big and in need of protection when he smiled. In those moments he cuddled up to me, holding me tight so that I could feel his warm body and I developed a kind of deep father feelings though I was only 35 years old.

As if he had guessed my thoughts, my angel face was sitting next to me and smiled and I could see a glimpse of his well-proportioned white teeth. With an innocent look that touched me, he glanced at me and I suddenly felt his hand on mine, pulling it gently over to his leg. His thick, wiry hair tickled. At the same time the toes of his right foot crawled up my ankle and I felt the warmth of his sole on my skin. I started breathing passionately as he pushed my hand on his crotch and I touched what seemed to be heaven on earth. We were all alone in the compartment, thank god, because I almost couldn’t hold myself back as he leaned over between my legs and started kissing the hard bulge in my pants.

I felt his stiff cock through his Bermudas and I closed my eyes as he unzipped my pants and took out my cock. He gently pulled back my foreskin and softly wrapped his lips around the head of my penis. While his tongue played a little with my bulging meat, I couldn’t avoid moaning quietly with pleasure. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his warm mouth between my legs and I was just about drifting away on a wave of ecstasy when he abruptly put up his head, looked at me with his angel eyes and said with a trembling voice: ”This is the beginning of the foreplay. Do you like it? In twenty minutes we’ll be in heaven.” Then he smiled and I could see a little devil in his eyes.

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