ATOCHA TRAIN STATION…VERY MUCH ALIVE – SEX ON THE TRAIN- IT WAS WORTH THE 6 HR. WAIT
WARNING
This blog does contain adult and gay material. If you are under your country's legal age (18 or 21), do not scroll down and leave this page now. Thanks
By Paco Prado
I had to get to Barcelona for my next filming that would last weeks. I had spent two days in Madrid and not one of them wasted. I went to the baths and to bars. Madrid is arguably the gay capital of Europe. But now I had to get to Barcelona where I had scheduled two dozen films and a few photo sessions.
I bought tickets on Renfe's Spanish site, which was fairly easy 
even though I paid 138$ for two one way, second class tickets from Madrid to Barcelona. Saw fares posted elsewhere for much more. First class really is not necessary. There do not appear to be any luggage restrictions but be aware that you must be early to find the gate and have luggage scanned. There is no one to help you lug it aboard. Cabs were plentiful at Barcelona, but be sure to negotiate price first and do not forget to check to make sure the 
meter is running. Comfortable ride...not much scenery and would not waste the time or money on the slower, cheaper overnight train.
All the trains run daily. The AVE starts takes around 3 hours, while the Costa Brava train runs overnight, making more stops and takes 9 hours. There is just one Costa Brava train that departs at 22:00 - check the RENFE site for up to date timetable information. Barcelona is not the last station, so make sure you wake up before your scheduled arrival time!
Gran Class Single Cabin - Full Fare $337Gran Class Single Cabin - Passholder Fare $230Gran Class Double Cabin - Full Fare $242 Gran Class Double Cabin - Passholder Fare $136 First Class Single Cabin - Full Fare $250 First Class Single Cabin - Passholder Fare $163 First Class Double Cabin - Full Fare $182 First Class Double Cabin - Passholder Fare $87 Tourist T4 (shared cabin - 4 persons) - Full Fare (1st class) $138 Tourist T4 (shared cabin - 4 persons) - Passholder fare (1st class) $52
Tourist class sleepers have 4 berths, arranged as upper & lower on each side of the compartment, plus a washbasin. Berths in tourist sleepers are sold individually, so you can book one or two berths in a shared 4-berth compartment and share with other passengers of the same sex. A family or group of 4 passengers travelling together can of course book a compartment to themselves. You are greeted at the carriage door by the sleeping-car attendant who checks your tickets and shows you to your compartment. He comes round later to take your passport and tickets, so you are not disturbed by ticket or passport checks during the night. The Tourist sleepers are very small but cozy, just big enough for four small armchairs that disappear when the beds are folded out. The attendant will make up the berths when you ask, two lower berths and two upper berths. These are not couchettes, but proper beds with mattress, sheets and blankets freshly made up for you. Each compartment has a washbasin, and towels, mineral water and soap are provided for each passenger. Feel free to use the restaurant or bar, although meals and drinks aren't included in the fare. Your luggage stays with you, there's luggage space in the recess above the door, projecting over the ceiling of the corridor. All sleeper compartment doors have both a normal lock and a security lock which cannot be opened from outside (even with a staff key) so you're both safe and snug. 'Tourist class' is described as second class 4-berth on online booking websites.
I got to the Atocha station a bit too late…delayed by the traffic jam from the hotel I missed the train. I had then to spend six hours at the station and I found out a thing or two. Also there was a lot of cruising, plenty of cruising actually and some of the most attractive people just parading up and down on the prowl, looking for sex like hungry dogs at a garbage dump. It was incredible and very much in the open. There was no pretense, these guys were cruising and really advertising their stuff. Most were hustlers although there were a few legitimate horny studs that didn’t seem to want monetary retribution for a casual sex encounter.
As I sat there, bored out of my gourd, I must have had at least half a 
dozen propositions. I had to make two trips to the bathroom downstairs which was not easy with my luggage but I did it and found out the tea room is cruising territory…no, nothing goes on there, no sexual activity but a lot of looking and hard ons exposed and it is where you hook up and go elsewhere…perhaps a nearby hostel or a room in one of the many cheap sleazy rooming houses nearby.
I did notice this one guy and he was cruising me too. But then there was a train leaving and in the mayhem of people boarding I lost him from sight. I thought for sure he got on the train to Granada. I went back and sat for another hour and just enjoyed the traffic of young, beautiful men. Some would pass in front of me, a couple of them would wink, would then grab their crotches. It was almost comical.
Finally it was time to board my train. I got inside after some searching and found the cabin. It was a cabin for four and I just sat there expecting the other three to show up. They never did. The train started to move and I could not believe I would have a whole cabin to myself.
I waited a prudent amount of time, thinking that the other passengers who would share my cabin just hadn’t made it to my wagon yet. But no, nobody came and I decided to go to the dining car. I was after all hungry. It had been seven hours since my last meal and I was famished. I sat down, very nice, I thought…even linen tablecloths and the service was excellent. The waiter was this old man who probably was working as a waiter on trains when they were still running on steam. But he brought me appetizers and a glass of Tio Pepe.
I ordered and just sipped my sherry and lit a cigarette (in those days you could still smoke on trains) and as I was looking out the window seeing the outskirts of Madrid disappear he walked into the dining room. It was the same dude I had been cruising earlier at the station. He was on my train! All the tables were occupied and the only empty seat was at my table so he came over and asked if I would mind if he sat with me. Ask me if fish like water!
He was incredibly handsome. I could tell he had a nice body even with all the clothes he was wearing. He had a piss poor attempt at growing a beard…I would say about a week or so of growth but that gave him a very masculine and rugged look. Then when I said “yes, please, join me, by all means” he cracked a smile to reveal the most perfect set of teeth, and a very sincere smile.
The prehistoric era waiter was over before his ass hit the chair and gave him a menu; asked him if he wanted a drink and left. I barely had time to introduce myself when the waiter returned with a glass of Tio Pepe sherry.
“Yo soy Roldán Romero” and extended his hand which I received and he squeezed very assertively and hard. This was a macho man, a tremendously masculine Alpha male. I could not tell yet if he was totally straight or if there was some room for compromise but I knew as I looked at him that I was attracted to him an awful lot.
I had ordered a steak and he ordered fish. I thought that would not be a good choice because there would be no way that fish could be fresh, the train starting the trip in Madrid and being so far inland. But it turned out that his fish was a lot more appealing than my steak which they had cooked the shit out of it and was as tough as a shoe sole.
During the conversation through dinner he kept referring to his constituents, then he said: “You probably are not well versed in Spanish politics, being a foreigner” He picked up on my accent right away and then I asked him what it was exactly that he did. He turned out to be a member of the Spanish Parliament. Furthermore, he was explaining to me how his trip was paid by the government but that he could not have a cabin, he had to travel second class as they would not look kindly at him spending the taxpayer’s money for a cabin with a bed.
That was my clue and my opportunity…I told him that I had a cabin and that the other three beds were empty and he would be more than welcome to crash there. That is when his face lit up as if I had saved him from the drudgery of trying to sleep on a train seat. He accepted of course and after a couple of shots of Spanish brandy we went to get his stuff and went to the wagon where my cabin was.
We stayed up a little while and I could tell he was tired. I was still on American time so no trace of fatigue on my part but he started to take off his clothes and confessed to me that he slept in the nude. Imagine that? he was undressing completely in front of me and I was starting to see how well built this guy was. When the underwear came off I think it was the moment he realized I was cruising him, admiring him and he sort of covered his genitals a little although I wasn’t sure if it was out of modesty or if he had intentions of playing with himself.
I always wear pajamas but this time I was willing to make an exception so I started to undress in front of him and he was relatively curious. I think he was looking out of curiosity but I wasn’t sure. Then when I took off my underwear and he saw my cock, even flaccid it looked enormous he just raised his eyebrows and sort of had an expression of surprise. It was spontaneous and genuine. I still could not tell if it was just surprise or interest in doing something.
But I didn’t have to wait long. As he sat on the bed across, his legs were a little bit set apart and I could then see he was getting an erection. He knew he was busted and that is when he just opened up completely to expose his hard cock. It was a nice one, not extremely big but it was uncut and thick.
I then sat up and put my feet on the floor and opened my legs to allow him a full view of my 12” cock. He did run his tongue over his lips and looked interested so I got up and stood between the two beds which was a very small separation of space, he could actually reach if he wanted to and he did. He grabbed my dick and squeezed it and commented on the size. He said that he could see now why Cubans have a reputation for being well endowed. He kind of pulled my cock towards him and got it into his mouth. He was sucking my cock for crying out loud!
After a while, I made him stop because I wanted to get to his…but not once during this little encounter did he 
try to kiss me or there was any trace of tenderness or passion. It was pure and unadulterated sexual satisfaction and we both knew it. “Que polla tan grande que teneis” (What a big cock you have) and he continued to suck but I had to get to him, I wanted to run my tongue over his perfect torso, to get to his armpits which were driving me insane with the masculine scent and eventually suck him off. I had no intentions of fucking him but it seems that he was motivated to do just that when he saw the size of my cock.
I did get to his torso, to his armpits and eventually his perfect, beautiful uncut cock. He was just enjoying my attention and his legs went up to expose his pucker 
hole. It was hairy and pink and just throwing kisses at me as he was contracting it, surely an invitation for me to invade it first with my tongue, to be followed by my fingers and eventually my cock. I ate his ass for a while and then he said for me to fuck him. I put some spit on my cock and his ass was already primed and I started the penetration. He didn’t take it very well, starting to make sounds as if he was in pain, and I am sure he was but he was not asking me to stop, just the opposite, he was actually pulling me towards him so I could penetrate deeper.
Then I sat on the bed and he rode my cock, he was bouncing up and down and it was clear that he had done this before. You could see a smile on his face from ear to ear. “Fóllame con esa polla grande, métemela toda, sí, sí, ay, ay, ay me voy a corer, ay, ay, aaaaaaahhhhh” (fuck me with that big cock, ram it all in, yes, yes, ah, ah, I’m cumming, ah, ah, aaaaaah) and he came all over my chest and my face. I scooped it all up and drank it and gave him some which he savored with pleasure. I then unloaded all my sperm into his ass and he was just exhausted. He fell on the bed and we went to sleep almost immediately. Next thing I knew we were being warned that we were approaching the station in Barcelona. He had to rush and dress and told me his wife was waiting for him at the station.
0 comments:
Post a Comment