Second Chapter - been a bloody long time coming I know gents hope you enjoy, until next time
Iechyd Dda! - Good Health
The small two carriage train pulled out of Llandudno station, the carriages were packed full of revellers returning from an evening of heavy excess, riotously drunk they were travelling on the last service of the day to their holiday accommodation at Deganwy and Llandudno Junction. James had found himself a window seat, his back was to the driver’s cab, he was glad of the secluded protection from the raucous nature of his fellow passengers. The train clattered along the single track line, twisting and turning along the sinuous track, with a screeching chorus of steel on steel as it negotiated some particularly tight curves along the coastline. Half the train emptied at Deganwy whilst another bunch of travellers boarded. James paid little attention to the latest cohort of passengers fighting through the drunks. He only really noticed what was going on when he felt his left side suddenly come into contact with something warm. He turned his head to be greeted by a bicep bulging out of a slim fit rugby jersey, and a massive forearm stretched out, hand grasping the seat in front. James continued to look out of the corner of his eye, up the muscular arm and out to the muscular chest, which failed considerably to hide itself behind his shirt, down his torso and further down to his thighs, they filled his grey jeans admirably, spaced as far apart as he could given the cramped confines of the busy train and the bulge at his crotch indicated a handsome reward for anyone lucky enough to discover its secrets. He recognised the shape as one his regular fellow passengers, he’d always noticed him but had never sat near let alone next to this hunk.
James felt an all too familiar stirring in his groin as the warm body of his travelling companion spread down his side, he failed to break the hypnotic gaze with which he was taking in the young man’s physique. The train lurched into another sharp curve, the wheels squealing. The solid mass of the studly Adonis slid across the seat, he braced himself against the sudden movement by tightly gripping the seat in front with one arm, his muscles expanding and tightening under the strain, whilst his other arm in a reflex action reached out and grabbed James’ leg. His large hand spanned the whole width of James’ upper leg, although he fairly quickly removed his hand, James felt that he held his position just slightly longer than was strictly necessary. He hoped that his fellow passenger hadn’t noticed the prominent bulge in his crotch, and was thankful yet slightly disappointed that his hand had landed where it had. “Sorry Bud,” James was somewhat startled at the rich deep baritone voice that emanated from his throat, ‘didn’t mean to crush you lad.” The accent was unmistakeably South Wallian, not the harsh accent of the Welsh valleys, but the resonating boom of the South West. If he wasn’t in love with the man’s body James was certainly taken with his voice. “I’m Rhys by the way.” “James,” he replied. They shook hands, James tried his best to give a manly reply to the vice like grip he was expecting from Rhys’ outstretched arm, but he was surprised, despite the obvious strength, his grip belied a certain gentleness that was completely unexpected. The two young men fell into conversation about this and that, events of the day, that particularly British obsession with the weather, their favourite TV shows and music. After half an hour or so James began to think that apart from Rhys’ obvious obsession with Rugby they held a lot in common. James however, spent most of his time trying to work out if his little hunch in the back of his head was true or not. Was this gorgeous hunk of a man, who held the attention of every girl on the train all that interested in them in return. Normally by now on his nocturnal train journeys, his male companions’ conversation would have turned to the relative merits of the different women in the carriage, but not with Rhys, he seemed genuinely interested in him. His suspicions were somewhat more solidly confirmed when at the next station a tall, lean young man boarded the train. In figure hugging tracksuit bottoms and hooded top, his obviously pretty boy face and rounded arse, caught the immediate attention of both James and Rhys.
It was only when James realised that both his and Rhys’ reactions were very similar that he felt certain something was not quite all that it seemed. James pulled his T-shirt down, adjusted his hair and sat up straighter in his seat at the sight of this new stud. Rhys almost did the opposite, pushing himself back into his seat, opening his legs wider and crossing his arms, sending his muscles bulging out in a show of strength. Was it a show of force, a masculine sign of dominance, asserting his dominance over the carriage and his rights over the scantily clad women in the carriage, who now had a choice of two gorgeous young men to drool over, or was it an invitation to sample the muscular frame for himself. James’ suspicions were confirmed as he noticed Rhys’ eyes were affixed on this new lads arse and groin for most of the ten minutes it took to arrive at his station. Once or twice Rhys and James’ eyes met and each time Rhys just shot him a silent but telling grin. If that wasn’t enough to confirm it, the occasional readjustment of his package seemed to suggest that he was receptive to what he was seeing.
The train ground to a squealing halt at Llandudno Junction, normally James was only one of a few to go any further up the line this time of night, on the trains lonely journey up the Conwy Valley to Blaenau Ffestiniog. He watched as the train completely emptied, except for one passenger, his sexy rugby hunk.
“So then James, Where are you off to?” Rhys asked in a somewhat provocative manner.
“Home to Dolwyddelan, unless I get a better offer.”
“Got someone waiting for you when you get back,” Rhys enquired hopefully thinking to himself it would be a shame if this cute little guy did. He wanted to wrap him up in his big arms and hold him, he looked so vulnerable.
“No I live by myself, nobody will miss me If I don’t turn up tonight, nobody would miss me if they never saw me again probably.” James replied in a moment of unbridled honesty, before realising what he had said when the frown of consternation creased Rhys’ muscular face.
“I don’t believe that for a minute bud. I’d miss you if I never saw you again.”
James instantly sat upright and turned to Rhys, “ Y..Y..You really mean that?”
“Course I do bud, a good looking guy like you, you’ve got a killer smile, you’re no scrum half but you’ve got a good build on you, you’re a crackin bloke don’t let anyone get you down. What’s getting you down mate, why do you think nobody would miss you?” James hesitated to answer, he looked across at this big muscular man next to him, he debated whether or not to tell him the truth, he was pretty sure this guy was at least bi, he knew there was hostility to Gay guys amongst some Rugby types, so did he take the risk of being beaten to a pulp by a homophobic man mountain who could snap him in half in two seconds, or did he man up and make a stand for himself. He took another look at Rhys’ eyes which held a genuine look of empathic concern, took a deep breath and spoke.
“When I came out I was with a girl, she ran a mile as soon as I even started to talk to her about it, I lost my best friend who was gay, he said I’d lied to him, that I’d done it just to get with him like everyone else does to him, be his friend just to get in bed with him. It wasn’t that, I just wanted to be me. Since then everyone I’ve cared about me has left me, I moved out here to get away from them, now I’m completely alone, aside from the odd cock in a toilet, or two if you count this afternoon,” a small smirk washed over James face as he remembered Chris and Rory in the Pier toilets that afternoon. “That’s it really, that’s my life, sorry. I’m probably disgusting you with all this talk about cock.” James looked down away from Rhys and shrank into his seat. He looked up at the sound of Rhys bellowing with laughter, at first he thought Rhys was taking the piss out of him just like everyone else always did, tears started to form in his eyes, yet again he’d opened up just for someone to throw it back in his face he thought, so he was surprised when Rhys leant across and took his face in both hands. He thought this is it, I’m for it. Instead Rhys pulled him closer, leant in, and in the gentlest manner possible, despite the bulging form of his biceps, lovingly kissed James on the lips.
“Disgusted! I’m not disgusted by you. You’re turning me on you randy little bastard! He roared with laughter I’m not disgusted mate, I’m no homophobe, Sure I might look the part, yeah I can hold my own , if you’ll excuse the pun with the lads down the club, I can fuck the brains out of any chick the lads send my way, but at the end of the day I’m just a big cock sucking, ass fucking homo like you, and you can ride my cock any day of the week young man, not just any day, every day. I don’t care what the world thinks of you or me, but I’m going to show you that someone in this world does care about you, and will miss you if you never show up again. I’m going to turn you round, build you up and send you out into the world a bigger and better man, even if that means I have to fuck that cute tight little ass of yours, every day for a month!”
James was taken aback and the tears started rolling down his face, he just managed to jokingly splutter out, “But you’ve never seen my arse, I’ve been sat down the whole time.”
“You have today, but it’s not the first time I’ve seen that cute little backside of yours, I’ve been perving on you for some time.”
“Really I didn’t think you had ever noticed me.”
“Noticed you? I’ve been jacking, my not inconsiderable cock on a daily basis on the tightness of that ass and the cuteness of your face bud.”
James was overcome with emotion and collapsed into the muscular chest and embrace of his new found lover, who wiped away the tears from James face, and kissed his forehead. James let his hand explore the defined ridges of Rhys’ muscular chest and abs as the train rocked and rolled along the steeply inclined twisting track. They rode the rest of the six stations to Dolwyddelan, where Rhys used his height and muscularity, despite protestations that he was perfectly capable of doing it himself, to lift James down to the low height platform.
“I’m not an invalid Rhys, I can step down eighteen inches you know, I’m not that short!” James straightened himself indignantly, powerless to resist, Rhys pulled him into him, kissed him on the lips and whispered into his ear, “Yeah but you’re my shorty, now you might be able to step down eighteen inches, but can you take eight?”
James’ eyebrows hit his hairline and a broad smile spread across his face and lit up his eyes in the gloom of the darkened single platform station.
They were disturbed by the warning beep of the closing train doors, the guard gave the call “Right a way!” and the driver sounded the two tone horn and pulled away. As the last window past, Rhys saw the young Guard give him a wink and adjust his crotch. Rhys smiled, took James by the hand and let himself be led off the platform into the night.[/SIZE]