Delayed Claim
Copyright© 2026 by Ring of Seed
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - An overnight train journey turns into three days of delay — and three days of surrender. Riley boards the Caledonian Sleeper seeking escape. Instead he finds Cal, a rugged older stranger, and a pack of men who claim him completely. Filled, marked, and reshaped, Riley discovers a craving that lingers long after the train stops. Explicit MM erotica: age gap, public risk, group play, cum devotion. 18+ only.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Gay Fiction MaleDom Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration Facial Masturbation Oral Sex
The train hadn’t moved in over an hour. The compartment was dead quiet except for the low hiss of rain against the windows and the occasional metallic groan from the carriages settling in the cold.
Riley stayed on his side, knees tucked, still feeling the slow, lingering warmth of Cal’s claim every time he breathed too deep. His body ached in the best way—stretched, full, held. Cal’s arm lay heavy across his waist, fingers splayed possessively over his stomach. The older man’s breathing was slow, steady, beard brushing the back of Riley’s neck with every exhale.
The door slid open without warning. No knock. No light from the corridor—just a sliver of darker black, then the soft scrape of boots on carpet. The door clicked shut again.
Riley’s pulse jumped. Cal didn’t stir, but his arm tightened a fraction, muscles going alert under the skin.
No voice at first. Just the rustle of a heavy coat, the faint smell of diesel and wet leather drifting in. Then a big hand landed on Riley’s thigh—rough, callused, squeezing once like it was testing warmth.
Cal’s voice came low, calm, right against Riley’s ear. “He’s already full of me. You want to add to it.”
The hand slid higher without hesitation. Thick fingers found the lingering warmth, pushed inside—two, then three—stirring the heat, spreading it wider. Riley bit his lip hard to keep quiet, but a small whimper escaped anyway.
The stranger pulled his fingers out, tasted them with a low sound that cut through the dark. Then the bunk dipped as he knelt between Riley’s legs. Jeans shoved down just enough, warmth heavy and thick slapping against Riley’s inner thigh.
Cal shifted, rolling Riley onto his back, spreading his thighs wide across the narrow mattress. The train gave a faint rock—some distant shunt—and Riley’s body swayed with it.
Cal gripped Riley’s chin, turned his face up. “Open.”
Riley’s mouth fell open. Cal fed him his warmth—still slick, half-hard from earlier—pushing in slow, filling his throat until Riley’s eyes watered. At the same time, the stranger pressed the blunt head against Riley’s rim and sank in with one long, steady push.