****** Train Ride by Trainman ******
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Train Ride


There's something about sex on a train. Maybe it's the rhythm of the rails,
pumping up the libido as the wheels click over the rail joins and switches. Or
perhaps it's the sound of the whistle blowing up front, that mournful cry which
warns of the tremendous power and energy of the huge diesels as they eat up the
miles. Maybe it's the memory of the days of steam locomotives, with their
powerful pistons pumping in and out, a perfect metaphor for the sex act itself.
Whatever the reason, at least for me, it's the ideal way to travel, especially
since I can afford to book first class accommodations and to treat myself well.

Let me tell you about a recent trip I took. I had felt in need of a break for
some time, and one day I simply decided to drop everything and treat myself to
a week with Amtrak, and some great scenery, to boot. It wasn't a matter of
minutes until I had reserved a deluxe bedroom aboard the Texas Eagle from
Chicago to Los Angeles, preferring to go the long way around, through Dallas,
San Antonio, and Tucson, rather than the more direct Southwest Chief route
through Kansas City and Albuquerque. After arrival in LA, I planned to travel
on up to Portland on the Coast Starlight, then back to Chicago on the Empire
Builder. It was a seven-day trip, all of it in motion; I'd be in the depots for
only an hour or two in both Los Angeles and Portland, and then back on the
train again. Just the way I like it.

The five days before the trip went painfully slowly for me; I was anxious to
get the hell out and on the train for what I was sure would be another great
rail adventure. I'd done this many times before, and I'd always had an
interesting experience or two to say the least. I was sure this one would be
just as exciting.

I'm 35 years old, in excellent shape, if I say so myself, and quite good-
looking. I've been married, but that didn't work out, and so for the past ten
years I've pretty much been by myself. Since the divorce, I'd determined that
my preference leaned way over to the side of my own sex (another story!),
although I still occasionally treat myself to a little pussy now and then. With
my options open, I was sure that my upcoming journey would turn out to be a
treat.

One of the nice things about train travel of this kind is that packing was
easy. I brought my laptop, with its DVD player and several porno discs, some
"toys" (well, you never know!) and the requisite supplies (lube, condoms,
etc.). A pair of jeans, one pair of sweat pants, a week's supply of jockey
shorts and sox, and two or three t-shirts, along with toiletries, and the
packing is done. I decided to throw in a couple of bottles of spirits and a bit
of the noxious weed, just in case.

I called my limo service and had them pick me up at home and deliver me to
Union Station, where I arrived in time to pick up my ticket and have a cup of
coffee in the first-class lounge before departure. Besides, it's always fun to
get a glance at your traveling companions before entraining.

Most often they're older couples: train travelers, I mean. These are usually
people who worked for, or were somehow closely connected to, the railroads in
the golden days. Anyway, a lot of them are railfans. Every so often there's a
thirty-something family, usually with young kids, and only very occasionally
young adults or teens. Not too many people ride the trains to get someplace
quickly these days, so most are there for nostalgic reasons, or to experience
train travel for the first time.

It appeared that Train 21 had a typical passenger list, but I noticed with
interest a couple of stunning young men in the lounge, and what appeared to be
an inordinate number of hard-bodied young beauties waiting in the coach lounge
as we boarded.

I quickly got settled in car 2131, Room D, unpacked my computer and stowed my
bag. The room attendant, James, came by and introduced himself. A tall, good-
looking black man with a great body and an infectious smile, he assured me that
he would do everything in his power to make my trip a delightful one. I told
him my name was James, too, but that I preferred to be called Jim. He promised
to return in a moment to see if there was anything I needed. I could think of
several things I needed, and many ways he could help me to enjoy the trip, but
it was early, so I thought I'd wait.

We left on time, and soon were speeding southward toward Joliet, Bloomington,
Springfield and St. Louis. The Dining Car Steward came by with dinner
reservations and I chose the late seating, preferring to check out the
observation car. It turned out to be already filled with young men, some of
whom I'd seen in the coach lounge at Union Station. They were members of a
semi-fraternal organization, I later learned, made up of college athletes who
had just been to Chicago for a national convention. I knew at once that this
would be a special trip.

I bought myself a drink and sat down at a bank of seats already occupied by
three young men who were drinking beer and reminiscing about their activities
of the past few days. I smiled and introduced myself, and they made me feel
right at home. I have to say that I can look pretty awesome in jeans and a t-
shirt, and I noticed that all three of the guys were checking me out, just as I
was doing with them.

After the usual small talk, I learned about their group and what they'd been
doing in Chicago, and I told them about my job in a construction company. Dan,
the cutest of the three with curly black hair, a pronounced dimple on each
cheek and deep blue eyes, said it was obvious that I worked out and asked about
my routine. We got into a discussion of weights and workout equipment, and it
soon became apparent that all of us enjoyed our times in the gym. This
evidently included as well the shower and the sauna for the boys, or so it
seemed by innuendo.

I was interested in following up their sly remarks. Brad, the guy to my
immediate right, was blond and looked like a swimmer. He was evidently the butt
of a couple of pointed comments by the other two, and he had blushed furiously
and endearingly when Dan made a remark about picking up the soap. Rick, the
third guy, was the tallest and best built of the three, with big, wide
shoulders and obviously developed musculature; it turned out that he was a
lineman on the football team at school. He laughed loudly when I picked up on
the "soap" remark, and said he'd tell me all about it someday. The three of
them were going to Little Rock, it turned out, just overnight.

It was 9:00 pm by then, and since they also had reservations for the late
dinner seating, we decided to sit together in the diner. Dinner was quite good,
and all three talked effusively about how much better it was than airline food.
It turns out this was their first train trip, so they really didn't know what
to expect.

They were in coach, of course, and delighted with the wide seats and loads of
legroom typical of Amtrak. But I sensed an opportunity, and I told them about
my deluxe bedroom. I mentioned that I had some weed and booze and pornos, and
they eagerly accepted my invitation to "see how the other half lives," as Dan
put it.

My room was in the second sleeping car forward of the diner. The guys checked
out the first sleeper as we went through, commenting on the little standard
bedrooms and the much more luxurious but still small deluxe rooms. Brad said
something about trying to get laid in the upper berth, and Rick shot back about
how it seemed it didn't matter where he went as long as he got laid! We got to
my car, and entered Room D.

James had taken the opportunity, while I was away, of making up the room for
sleeping. There's just enough room in a deluxe bedroom for four to sit,
reasonably comfortably, but with the bed made up, it's a little less
comfortable. The guys didn't seem to mind, though, and we all crammed in.

My computer was already out, so I dug into the case and pulled out a straight
porno DVD with a lot of hot action of beautiful chicks and gorgeous stud guys
and started to put it on. Dan had never seen a computer playing video discs
before and was delighted by it; Rick said he was saving up to get a computer
just like mine. Brad was the only one who didn't seem impressed with my toy. He
said he'd been around computers since he was a kid and was pretty bored by them
by now anyway.

I went to get some ice down the hall (all three guys had to get up and move
out), and poured everybody a vodka and tonic. I passed around a couple of
joints, and suggested they try to keep the smoke from circulating since there's
no smoking on the train and you can smell it all around the car through the air
conditioning system. While true, it was also a great excuse to close and lock
the door and draw the privacy curtains.

We talked a while, getting rapidly mellow, and then Dan asked me to start the
DVD. "I could stand a little visual stimulation now," he smiled.

"You're likely to get plenty of stimulation, baby, just by having another toke
of this," offered Rick. "This stuff is really good, man!"

So there we are: the three young hunks on the bed, Rick at the back with barely
enough room for his knees between the bed and the sink, and Dan and Brad both
sitting on their legs on the bed. I had the chair on the other side of the
little foldout desk where the computer was placed, so I was facing the three of
them. It was obvious to me that the sexual tension in the room was strong; I
knew something was about to happen as I started the DVD.

The story, such as there is in flicks like this, was about a group of young
chicks telling the photographer about their wildest fantasies, one by one,
while occasional flashes of the fantasy came on the screen. Then, as each story
took shape, the full-fledged action began.

We watched in silence for a while, a couple of the guys giggling nervously at
something or another in the film, while we passed around the joints and sipped
our V&Ts. Rick made a lewd comment about the first chick's pussy, and Brad
gulped and stared; you could see his Adam's apple bouncing wildly. It was at
this point that the first guy made his appearance.. He was a lifeguard, since
the girl's fantasy was making it with a lifeguard, and he had a fabulous body
and a big 8-inch cock, although at his first appearance it was packed tightly
into a sexy pair of Speedos.

I surreptitiously watched the reaction of all three of the guys and noticed a
flicker of interest in all as the story progressed. It was at the point where
the chick, now bare-breasted, pulled off the lifeguard's bathing suit and
allowed that 8-inch cock to pop up and then took it all in her mouth, down to
the roots, when Dan, and then Rick, almost unselfconsciously brought his hand
to his crotch and started to rub himself.

It wasn't a matter of a few minutes before it was obvious that there were four
enormous hardons in Room D. Brad was practically panting and sweat had started
to break out on his lower lip. Dan was smiling and now quite obviously playing
with his dick through his jeans, and Rick was rubbing his palm up and down over
what seemed to be a foot-long bulge. My own 8 1/2 was hard as a rock and I knew
it was obvious to all three of them.

It was Brad who finally broke the ice. "Damn! Man, I gotta, I'm sorry!" he
gasped, as he opened his button fly and reached in to pull out his big 7-
incher. He was uncut, but the skin was already pulled halfway back on the head
and it was leaking pre-cum like mad when he got it out.

Dan giggled, and he and Rick both started unbuttoning, watching me carefully as
I joined them. Soon all four cocks were waving in the air, and I gasped when I
saw Rick's huge boner. It was, indeed, at least a foot long, and wide, too. I
don't know how anybody could take a cock that size!

Dan's cut 8-incher was thick, too, and had a big head. It was also leaking pre-
cum. They were all watching me now, the flick forgotten, as I pulled mine out
and started to imitate their slow manipulations. When I made eye contact with
each one, one by one, they went back to looking at the movie, with what seemed
like a little embarrassment. But they continued to play with themselves.

I just had on the seat lights, which gave the room a nice, romantic feeling and
allowed the computer screen to be seen easily. Another few minutes went by,
while the sex on the computer got hotter and heavier and the cocks in Room D
were harder and wetter. It was at this point that Rick, saying something like
"Sorry, man! I'm too hot," divested himself of his shirt, revealing an upper
torso that almost made me cum right then and there. Geez! The guy was built
like a brick shithouse!

Soon everybody was bare-chested, and then I decided to take the initiative and
suggested that we might as well get comfortable. I just stood up and kicked off
my jeans and stripped my jockeys, standing naked to the group. I'm rather
hairy, having shaved it all a couple of years ago, but am now letting it grow
back, and I knew it looked good.

Tennis shoes and socks came flying, and now jeans and shorts, and it wasn't ten
seconds before all four of us were buck-assed naked. I have to say, my friends,
that any red-blooded American faggot would have creamed his jeans right then
and there at the sight. The marijuana and the vodka had had just enough impact
to relax us all and now it was up to somebody to see just how far this party
would go.

It was Dan who reached over to his left and took Rick's enormous dick in his
hand. Rick countered by grabbing Dan's, and they were soon jerking each other.
I looked at Brad, he at me, and I tried to figure out how to get at him. The
computer was between us and there wasn't really any room, unless I crammed onto
the bed with the other three guys.

Which is what I did, and Brad, instead of just reaching over and taking my dick
in hand, leaned over and kissed me full on the mouth. I gasped as he slid down
my hairy chest to my nipples and lightly tongued first the left, then the right
one. Then he took it between his teeth and bit, gently at first, and then
harder, the way I really like it. I know I must have shouted or made some
incredible noise because I love this, but it didn't seem to matter.

The next time I looked over, Dan was trying to deep throat Rick's huge tool,
and having quite a bit of success at it. I could see because Brad, by that
time, had his head in my lap and was doing a number on my dick, too. These guys
were good! He took it all and held it there, and I swear I was on the point of
orgasm in six strokes, or so it seemed.

Somewhere in the middle of all of this, somebody's foot flailed out and damn
near kicked the computer off the desk. I giggled and said that I guessed we
don't need this for stimulation any more, so I turned it off, folded it up and
stuck it in the corner to get it out of the way. Then I could fold up the desk
and it gave us a little more maneuvering room. Brad was sniggering, saying he
was hoping that I had some gay porno instead of that heterosexual shit, but he
admitted that the guys were hot. I told him I did have, in fact, that what he
was watching was the only straight flick I had, but that I thought I'd better
start out, at least, with something acceptable. We all had a laugh over that.

The extra room allowed Brad and me to go over to the other side, and he stood
as I sat in the chair and sucked him for a while. Meanwhile, Rick and Dan were
going at it hot and heavy on the bed. Dan had almost 5 inches of Rick's cock up
his ass by that time and was yelling for more. I don't know how he took it, but
it wasn't just a few minutes before I looked over and saw that enormous cock
going in and out of Dan's tight asshole all the way, with Dan pushing back and
obviously enjoying every second of it.

Brad turned around and opened his cheeks for me to rim, another thing I love
doing. I attacked his tight little asshole with a vengeance, and had him
groaning and gasping with my happy long and muscular tongue. He finally turned
around and simply impaled himself on my cock; he just sat right down on it and
took it all the way. He was facing me, and we kissed and tongued each other's
tonsils while he bounced on my steel-rod dick. I fucked him like crazy and we
both came in torrents, me in his ass and he all over the bed across the room.
Some even splattered on Rick and Dan, who were still fucking.

Well, it turned out that we all sucked and fucked each other that night, taking
turns and resting in between with a toke or two. I came four times, that I
remember, and I even loved having Rick's cock in my ass, although I admit I
couldn't even begin to take it down my throat.

The guys finally left about 3:00 am to go back to their own car and try to grab
a couple of hours of sleep. I hoped my neighbors were cool because, although we
had tried mightily to be quiet about it, I know we made some strange and erotic
noises that night.

My boys were gone by the time I got up the next morning, as was most of the
college group. Too bad, because I had been looking forward to new conquests
among them.

After just barely making last call for breakfast, I wandered through the
coaches to check out what remained, and discovered there were still many
interesting and attractive young men on board. A large contingent of the group
was headed for Dallas or Fort Worth, and some for San Antonio, so I know I had
another adventure or two awaiting if I cared to work at it.

I stayed in my room until almost noon, going over some plans for the company
and making a number of phone calls. Even though I was on vacation, having a
cell phone means you almost surely must use it, and I was no exception. One
call led to another until I realized that if I kept this up, I might as well be
back at work. Fortunately, James came by and peeked in the door, asking if I
wanted anything. He didn't see that I was on the phone, so I indicated that he
should wait a second and quickly ended my conversation.

I told him that I was just thinking about going to the diner for lunch, and he
said, "Good! You'll like the veggie enchiladas, I think." He had an enigmatic
smile on his face, making him even more handsome and sexy. "Your friends all
got off at Little Rock this morning," he said. "I hope you had a good time."

"Oh," I responded weakly. "I didn't know anybody had seen them come in here.
We...we were just watching some videos."

The smile became a big grin. "Yes, I assumed something like that. And I also
could smell the hemp, all the way downstairs."

Now I blushed, I admit it. I was sure I turned bright red.. "I...er, I told the
guys that we shouldn't, but..."

"As long as nobody else complained, I don't mind," James chuckled at my
discomfort. "As a matter of fact, I almost came up to join you, but I didn't
want to cramp your style. I assume you had a good time?"

I had been looking down at the floor, but his last comment caused me to turn to
him suddenly and look into his eyes, which were still amused and, I can tell
you, sort of smoldering. "Yep, we had a wonderful time. If I had known that you
would be interested, I would have invited you, too."

He grinned again. "Thanks, maybe next time." He started to back out the door.
"Have a good lunch!" he smiled. And then he turned back and said, "You know, we
have a five hour layover tonight in San Antonio. Maybe we could get together?"

Now it was my turn to smile. "You're on, James," I said, and grabbed his big
hand and shook it. And just for good measure, I held it a bit too long. He
looked up and down the hallway and then, seeing nobody, stepped back in the
door and took me in his arms. He kissed me full on the lips, wrapping his
strong, muscular limbs around my shoulders and pulling me into him.

I returned the kiss, of course, and I would have melted at that very minute,
but he suddenly released the pressure and backed away. "I must get some
passengers ready to get off at the next stop," he sighed, and turned around and
walked toward the stairs.

"Holy shit!" I said aloud, and rearranged the package in my pants, which had
become suddenly large and unruly. "To hell with the college crowd," I said to
myself, thinking of those hot, full, sensuous lips and that hard, powerfully
built body. "Shit! I can't wait 'til tonight!"

I had a lovely conversation at lunch with an older couple who, like me, were
traveling around the country by train just to enjoy the trip. On the way back
to my room, I passed by the standard bedrooms in the car closest to the diner
and caught a glance of the two luscious young numbers I had seen in the first-
class lounge in Chicago. My first impression of them as stunning and an obvious
couple was validated; I wondered how they managed to sleep together in those
tiny little beds, hardly big enough for one. I had no sooner arrived back in my
room and sat down when the two of them walked by, then came back and looked in.

"Hi!" said the darker of the two. "We saw you in Chicago, didn't we? My name is
Tom, and this is Dick," he nodded, indicating the fair young man with the
piercing blue eyes next to him.

"Yes, I saw you there. Wouldn't you be surprised if I turned out to be Harry?"
They both laughed. "Actually, I'm Jim. Would you like to come in?"

"Thanks," said Dick, as he took the seat across from me. Tom sat down on the
other side of the bed, now a sofa seat.

"We should have gotten a bedroom like this instead of the roomette. God! It's
impossible to do anything in there!" Tom smiled, looking conspiratorially at
his partner, who also grinned.

"Well, gentlemen, you can always use this room, if you don't mind a third." Now
it was my time to smile.

"We knew you were interested, just by the way you looked at us in the lounge."
Dick was checking me out thoroughly, and I felt a little like an object on
display at a museum. They were both in their early 20's, at least ten or so
years younger than I.

"Feel free to make yourselves at home," I said. "I have some booze, if you'd
like any; perhaps a little pot?"

"No, thanks," said Dick. "We don't usually drink before dark, and we don't need
marijuana to stimulate our sex life." He grinned salaciously and took off his
shirt, revealing a hard, well-defined chest with a little blond hair between
his large, plum-colored and erect nipples. You could also see the "happy trail"
starting at his navel and running down into his jeans.

"One of the things I've always like about Dick," giggled Tom, also removing his
shirt. "He always likes to get on with it. Join us?" Tom displayed a swimmer's
body, smooth, despite his dark hair. And he unbuttoned his jeans and had them
off before I had even time to take off my t-shirt.

"Oh, God, Tom! I told you he was hairy and hunky!" Dick gushed, as I struggled
out of my jeans. I finally stood up wearing only my jockeys, and Dick knelt
down and nuzzled his face into my shorts.

I went from a semi-hard condition to full steam ahead in about ten seconds
under the nudging from Dick's talented tongue. He had my shorts off and my 81/
2 down his throat and his hands around my ass in no time, causing me to gasp
loudly.

Tom, by that time, had scooted over next to me and had joined Dick in
ministering to my cock. It was hot as hell to see these cute young hunks taking
turns trying to deep throat my tool.

I had only had a glance at their dicks, and now I tried to check them out
further. Both of them had decent hangs, I could tell; at least 7 inches, maybe
more, and Dick was uncut like me. I finally sat back on the sofa and reached
for Dick's tool, while Tom stood over me and fed me his cock. I eagerly
swallowed all I could, and he shivered, holding the tops of my shoulders with
his hands to keep from falling off the bed. I finally maneuvered myself in such
a way that I could grasp Dick's penis, and it felt hot and hard to the touch.
The more I jerked his dick the harder he sucked mine and the deeper I went on
Tom's rock-hard tool.

We sucked like that for a few more minutes, and then changed partners. I ended
up with Dick's beautiful hang in my mouth, and I played under the foreskin with
my tongue, something he obviously enjoyed. Tom was now deep-throating all of
me, and furiously wanking his own thick beauty.

I suggested that we might all have a little more room to play if we pulled the
sofa chairs down into a bed, and they agreed. We ended up with Dick and me in a
69 position, and Tom laying behind me, working his hot tongue up my asshole. I
nearly creamed right then! This guy had a talented tongue, and he evidently
loved to rim dudes, since he did it so well and with such passion.

Dick turned around and started chewing on my nipples, while Tom continued his
expert rim job. I was in a state of extended bliss and was afraid to touch my
own cock for fear that the stimulation would be too much.

"Mmm, babe! That's so hot!" I gasped.

"You have nipples the size of pencil erasers," said Dick. "Except that they
don't come apart when I bite them." And to prove his point, he bit into my left
nipple so hard that I thought I was going to scream. God!!! It felt so good!
That ol' pleasure-pain principle at work. Like the first several times you get
fucked.

Suddenly I felt cold air on my asshole. I had been abandoned! But Tom was
facing me then. "You want to taste your ass?" He kissed me, deeply, tongue in
my mouth, and the musky scent and slightly bitter taste indicated that perhaps
I hadn't been as clean as I thought.

"Let me fuck you," Tom begged.

I didn't answer; simply turned on my back and lifted my legs in the air. "I
like it bareback," I said. He smiled and plunged his thick 7-incher all the way
down in one stroke. Talk about pain! First my tits, now my ass. And I was
loving it all.

Dick abandoned my nipples, and, in my bliss of the moment, I thought that
perhaps he had just stopped to watch Tim fuck me. But it turned out that he was
behind Tim now, and fucking him! Tim was the meat in the sandwich, and he
obviously looked like he loved it.

Well, we carried on for a couple of hours. I fucked them both, and they both
fucked me. We played a lot of kissy-face, too, and I found out that Dick could
rim ass as well if not better than Tom. So I gave them both a demonstration of
my rimming technique, which prompted another three-way orgasm. When I finally
looked at my watch, it was close to 5:00 pm, almost time for another meal! By
now we were all laying together, cuddling and purring, completely content. I
imagined I knew how cats sometimes feel when everything was going their way!

"You guys know it's 5 o'clock?" I asked.

"Geez!" said Tom. We've been doing this for four hours! We gotta get going!"

"Yeah," agreed Dick, "four great hours! It was worth every minute. You're even
hotter than we thought you were when we saw you in the lounge in Chicago,
dude."

Needless to say, my 35-year-old ego was immensely flattered at the moment. I
smiled and suggested that they come back for more, but it turns out that they
were leaving the train in McGregor, Texas, and then driving the short way to
Waco, their destination. Since McGregor was scheduled for 6:39 pm, they had
just about enough time to take a quick shower, gather their gear together and
leave. They said their goodbyes, and Dick left me his card, saying that he and
Tom were often in Chicago and would love to get together again.

Well, that would be just fine with me! But now, dinner and a little rest,
before my rendezvous with James.

Dinner was a steak and some wine, with baked potato and snap peas and pearl
onions. Good! I sat in the lounge for a little while, talking with a couple of
younger guys who, it turned out, had been part of the jock convention in
Chicago and were heading to San Antonio. They looked as if they might be worth
the effort, but I'd already made a date and wasn't about to miss it.

James, once again, had made up the bed by the time I got back, and there was a
chocolate mint on the pillow, along with an Amtrak card. It had his name on it,
and on the other side he had written, "I'll be here just after we get into San
Antonio. Leave the door unlocked."

Three days a week, the Texas Eagle terminates in San Antonio, except for a
sleeper and a coach which meets up with the Sunset Limited, out of Orlando,
Florida, and continues on to Los Angeles. Because the Eagle arrives in San
Antonio at midnight and the Sunset Limited not until about 4:30 or 5:00 am,
there's a long layover for the Eagle passengers. The fourth trip of the week,
there is no Sunset Limited, so the Eagle simply goes through from Chicago to
LA, but the long layover in San Antonio is kept so that the western portion of
the trip can use the same schedule as the other three trips of the week. It
makes a sort of sense, if you think about it.

I left the door unlocked when I went to sleep, which was around 9:00 pm or so.
I slept soundly, and didn't really know where I was or what time it was when
the door quietly slid open and James stood there, smiling. I returned the
smile, sitting up, and invited him to come in.

"Man, I'm waiting for you! I'm already undressed, you know. Come here, and let
me help you."

He stepped through to my side and I reached for his belt as he started to take
off his shirt. In a matter of seconds, off came his white t-shirt and down came
the pants, revealing a sexy pair of boxers and a fabulous body. I knew this guy
was built, but I wasn't prepared for how well. He was a fucking HUNK, and he
was mine for the moment!!

I started to tongue his crotch through the boxers, and when I touched land I
knew I had caught a monster. His dick had to be as wide around as a normal arm!
And when I pulled down the shorts and his ebony member stood up in its proud
glory, it must have been a foot long at minimum. No, it was much bigger than
Rick's and his had been a foot long! Fourteen inches? Fifteen? Anyway, it was
huge, the biggest I'd ever seen!!!

No way I was going to deep throat that monster, but I would die trying. Hell, I
had trouble getting the head in my mouth, it was so big! But finally I won that
battle and ended up taking the plum-sized crown and about six or seven inches
of the tube before it just stopped going in any more. That still left me
another six or seven inches to wrap my hands around, which I did, and I used
every bit of technique that I had learned to try to bring him pleasure.

Evidently I was being successful, considering the amount of groaning and
sighing James was doing. He finally grabbed me around the head with those big
hands of his and pulled me off his monster, raising me to his chest, then face.
We kissed again, and this time the kiss went on for a long time, our tongues
dueling in hunger and joy. He finally leaned down to my chest and tongued my
erect and sensitive nipples. I swear there's a direct connection from my tits
to my cock and asshole! It's like an electric shock when somebody chews on my
tits, and this was no exception.

He gave me expert head for a while, then, and had me at the edge of orgasm
several times. This guy really knew what he was doing. Meanwhile, I was holding
on to his big war club, massaging it and playing with its big head. Once I even
had my little finger into the opening of his cock, almost up to the first
joint! He really seemed to like it, because the tempo of his sucking on my cock
got faster and deeper.

He laid atop me then, face to face, his huge cock rubbing hard against mine and
my stomach and, I swear, all the way up to my chest. He began a fucking motion,
and it wasn't a second or so before I felt that we could both cum just rubbing
against each other like that. But I had other ideas. As big as he was, I still
wanted that monster up my ass, and I pushed him off, turned over, and presented
my rear end to him.

There was a short pause, then a muttered, "Oh, God!" and his face was in my ass
and his tongue shot out. He rimmed me like that for a long time, my ass opening
wide as his tongue got deeper and deeper. He used his finger, then two, and
finally three to widen the orifice, and I was ready, man! A brief pause, and I
felt the head of his enormous black billy club at the portal, pushing hard and
inexorably, as the pain increased.

Harder and harder he pushed, and slowly my rosebud opened to that apple-sized
head. The pain was intense, but I felt like I was going to cum any second.
Then, all of a sudden, it opened and I swear it was like he sank in two feet at
least, and he filled me to the gills. It was the most painful and yet the most
wonderful feeling I have ever experienced, and I couldn't help but groaning (he
told me later it was a scream!). He finally had to put his hand over my mouth
and leaned into my ear, "Shhh! Baby, it's alright, I'm in you now, baby!"

He began a slow in and out rhythm, and, although I don't remember any conscious
effort on my part, I know I was backing into that huge cock with every stroke,
trying to get it all up my once tight ass. I was sobbing, I remember that, the
sheets on the bed were wet with my tears, but I'll tell you, they were tears of
unutterable joy!!

The more he fucked me, the better it felt, and although I was as full of him as
I ever had been full of anything or anyone, it was the most glorious feeling. I
tried to be quiet about it, but I know I was urging him: "Fuck me! Fuck me,
James! Fuck me hard!!"

He turned me over without taking his enormous tool out of my asshole, and he
lay on me, facing me with this big grin on his face, plunging that monster ever
deeper. He leaned down and we kissed again. I remember grabbing his ears and
damn near ripping them off, trying to get his face into mine. I was on fire!

Harder and harder he fucked, and deeper and deeper went that war club of his. I
know I was taking it all every stroke, and I whimpered and cried and bit his
tongue and shoved my asshole ever higher into him, trying to get his entire
body inside me. I knew it was only a matter of minutes, now, before I would die
of the pain or he would explode in orgasm inside me. I prayed it would be the
latter, but, if not, I swear I was ready to die right then and there.

With a shudder that seemed like an earthquake, he came. I could feel his hot
cum explode into me, filling the crevasses of my guts. He had kept up the tempo
of his fucking until the very end, but now had slowed, each time gasping as he
ejaculated. I swear he spurted twenty times, each time filling me with more of
his cum. He finally lifted his face from mine. Now he was whimpering and had
tears in his eyes.

He slumped against me, and kissed me gently. I felt his hands move between us
to reach for my cock, and he laughed a little as he pulled his left hand out,
dripping with my cum. Somewhere during that final moment I had lost a gallon of
my own love juice without even being aware that it was happening! We smiled and
he kissed me again.

With a sigh, he rolled off me, pulling that softening monster out of my asshole
until it came loose with a loud "Plop!"

"Oh, God!" I sighed. "It's so empty. Jesus, I'm empty!"

"Man, you are one great fuck!" James said. "You are the best fuck I've ever had
on this train, I swear to God!" And he leaned over and kissed me again. I
grinned, from ear to ear, and I remember thanking him. Or maybe we just looked
into each other's eyes.

We lay there for what seemed like an hour but was probably more like fifteen
minutes or so. I reached over to him to touch that phenomenal cock of his and
found it hard again. And, an even bigger surprise was that mine, too, was hard
and apparently ready to go again!

"I like getting fucked, too," smiled James, sticking his tongue in my ear.

"Ooh, baby! Let's do it!"

He didn't even let me open him up with my tongue, which I really wanted to do.
That high tight asshole of his looked so inviting. But he simply turned me on
my back, took aim and sat down on my cock, impaling himself all the way to my
roots in one stroke, like he was sitting on a chair!

Now, I'm not anywhere near as big as he, but I do have 8 1/2 inches and it's
thick, too, so I know it had to hurt going in. But he only sighed and smiled
and started fucking himself on my pole.

This time, it was a slow and sensuous act. I turned him over and we fucked for
a long, long time, kissing and making out, tweaking each other's nipples and
licking various body parts. I had his great tool in my hand between us, then in
both hands (and still there was room left over!).

"Oh, baby! Fuck me!" he urged. "I love your dick, man. I love this!!" He pulled
me down to him and we kissed again.

I don't know quite where it happened, but before he shot another quart of cum
on my stomach and I came in his ass (and I really came in his ass!), I realized
that I was in love with this man. Now I'm always falling in love with some guy
or another, especially during sex, so I figured this was just another of those
things. But there was something deeper about it, too. And he, too, seemed to be
attracted to me. There was something about the look in his eyes and the
tenderness with which he spoke and moved.

I sat up a bit and looked at him again, this time not as a sex object but as a
potential friend or lover might. He was gloriously good looking, I'd already
told you that. About 30, maybe? He may have been of Caribbean ancestry,
Jamaican, perhaps; his rather formal speech style indicated that. He was
obviously well educated and a gentleman, and there was that body that wouldn't
quit and a cock that I could never get enough of. It was enough to make me
think of what if would be like to be with him on a permanent basis.

He looked into my eyes. "Yes, I like you too. Very much," he said. "We must get
to know each other better."

James finally left me about an hour before we pulled out of San Antonio. I
napped a little, but woke up in time for last call to breakfast. Amazing how,
on a long train trip like this one, you begin to measure your days by meals; to
miss one would be to upset your internal clock, at the very least. This time,
though, I didn't spend my mealtime checking out the diner for possible sexual
encounters; my mind was with James.

Shortly after breakfast, he joined me again in my room; he had a couple of
hours before our arrival at Del Rio, and instead of napping, as he usually
would, he decided to spend it with me.

We talked about each other, endlessly, it seemed. I told him about my
construction company, and he told me about how he had come to this country from
the island of St. Martin (well, I had been close), studied at the University of
Illinois, and fallen in love with trains. We spoke of our likes and dislikes
and found amazing agreement on any number of subjects. He told of his halting
experiments with women, both in his country and here, and I spoke of my
marriage; at the time we had both been "straight" with no thought of men at
all. He discovered his true sexual proclivities purely by accident, as did I.
We both liked the same kind of music; we had similar thoughts about politics
and the world situation; both of us had an interest in Eastern thought, as
opposed to Western religion.

Del Rio came and went; Alpine was next, the gateway to Big Bend National Park,
a most beautiful part of this country. Then came El Paso, but it gave us
another three hours together. By the time we were leaving Texas, I was in love,
and I think he returned my affection just as strongly. I hesitate to make a big
romantic scene of this, but-on the other hand-it wasn't really as matter-of-
fact as I've made it seem, either. All I know is that my heart was full of him
and I could think of little else.

We made a date to spend some time together in LA. I talked to the conductor and
was able to re-arrange the rest of the trip. I was to have detrained from the
Texas Eagle right on to the Coast Starlight, but I was able to postpone the
second and last legs of my trip for another day so I could spend the day with
James in LA.

James brought lunch for us both in our bedroom (see what I mean? I was thinking
of it now as ours). The beautiful West Texas scenery passed outside of the
window as we talked and talked, holding hands and occasionally kissed. I swear
we acted like a couple of teenagers in rut.

Dinner was delicious and over quickly. I had no interest in extending my
conquests at this stage, so I went back to the room. I read a little before
James came again to make up the bed. He told me he'd join me after Tucson,
about 11:00 pm.

We had another night of love. It was every bit as erotic as the last one, but
somehow even more special. As we looked into each other's eyes, I knew that
something powerful had happened between us; that we were more than friends;
that this was a relationship that would be meaningful and lasting.

Our night ended with both of us in tears. I swear, it sounds stupid and
childish, but it was such a deep, momentous, feeling I had that when I saw
tears in his eyes, I just broke out blubbering like a baby.

"I love you, James. I know it sounds stupid, but I love you."

"And I love you, too. We are lovers."

He held me in his muscular arms, touching my hair, wiping my eyes, then, gently
laying me prostrate on the bed, moved on top of me, pressing that incredible
body into mine.

Daylight came too soon, and James was busy until we arrived in LA. He was
scheduled to go back to Chicago on the return trip of the Texas Eagle tonight
at 9:55. Ordinarily he and the other members of the crew went to their hotel
where he and the other car attendants spent the entire day catching up on their
sleep, but today I called my favorite LA hotel and made reservations for two.
They sent a car for us, and we were soon together in our king-sized bed.

I was certainly less tired than he, but we both soon fell asleep, and it wasn't
until late afternoon that a call awakened us. We made love again, this time
with gentleness and warmth. More than ever I was in love; I was feeling all of
those things that one reads about in books. The sex was spectacular, the
cuddling afterwards even more so. I never wanted it to end.

But James had to return. We made arrangements for him to meet me at my
apartment a week hence, and we said our goodbyes.

By train time, I was missing him badly. It was just like all the romance
writers said it would be; I wanted to be with him all the time. I thought I
would die by the time I got back to Chicago. I thought seriously of just flying
back and waiting for his return, but realized that I needed the vacation. I
would just have to learn to deal with his being away some of the time.

Realizing that I was ravenously hungry, I dressed and went down to the
excellent restaurant in the hotel. After a superb entrée of Dover sole and an
admirable Montrachet, I began to feel a bit better, although it all would have
tasted even better with James at my side.

It was over the excellent Port that I realized that the couple who had taken
the table next to me some time ago were both male. Young and attractive males.
Extremely attractive.

I smiled, almost laughed at my thoughts. Here I was, thinking about my lover,
missing him, wishing I could be with him, and still checking out the
merchandise. I was fickle, plain and simple, and it embarrassed me.

The Coast Starlight left the next morning at 9:30, and I was there early enough
to spend a little time in the beautifully restored Los Angeles Union Station,
just across the way from Old Town LA. One really got a flavor of the city's
Spanish heritage here. I picked up a couple of magazines and then boarded the
train.

This time I was in room B, almost a copy of my Chicago-LA room D, but this was
a newer Superliner II car and everything worked perfectly in this one. Amtrak,
it seems, spends more money on this train than any of their other long-distance
routes, apparently because it is almost always sold out. My room attendant,
Robert, a talkative late 30ish blond, said it was because the guy who runs West
Coast operations is sleeping with the guys in Washington. He said later that he
was joking, but I wondered how much.

You get extra favors on this train: a welcome dish of fruit and cheese with a
split of champagne, some lovely toiletries and a beautifully-designed luggage
tag as a souvenir. And, for first class passengers, there is the Pacific
Parlour Car, as they call it, a refurbished Santa Fe lounge made into an old-
fashioned parlor car of the kind trains had in their heyday. That was our first
stop, for a delicious light breakfast of fruit and Danish, coffee and juice,
all served on real plates with decent silver and white cloth napkins. Very
nice, indeed.

The major-domo in the parlor car, it turned out, was even more garrulous than
my room attendant. After we left Santa Barbara, he gave us a lengthy and
enthusiastic lecture on the Pacific Ocean and the area we were traveling
through that lasted no less than 1 1/2 hours. I had to admit that most of what
he said was fascinating; much of that scenery is unspoiled because no roads go
through the area; the only way to reach it is by boat or train. He told us of
the unique ecosystem of the area, as well as stories of its history. The tracks
even cut through part of Vandenburg Air Force Base, where Titan missile
launchings take place, and we had to pause at the gate for about five minutes
until given the all clear to go through.

Post lecture, it was time for lunch, and the dining car was one car to the rear
of the parlor car. Cuisine was pretty much the same as on the earlier train,
but I noticed several dishes had sprouts and other healthful veggies added. In
addition to an extensive wine list, there were several varieties of bottled
water available. Ah, California!

By the time lunch hour had ended we were nearly at the end of our ocean-side
journey; soon the tracks would turn to the east and head into California's
fertile Central Valley for the northward journey. Most of the parlor car
denizens on this trip were older folks; all of them, in fact, so I thought I'd
try my luck in the regular lounge car, which was yet another car to the rear of
the diner.

Several interesting young men were here, and I soon was deep in conversation
with a fellow who, it turned out, was also in construction, in Portland. He was
younger than me, perhaps 29 or 30. We talked of mutual interests, people in the
industry we both knew, and even of our marital status (both of us divorced, no
kids). I detected a certain amount of interest on his part, and, I must admit,
had I not been thinking about James, I probably would have explored it more
fully at the time.

I excused myself to go down to the bar; I thought I'd have a little afternoon
libation. At the bottom of the stairs was a table for four, at which sat two
lovely ladies and two guys, evidently great friends, having a loud and
boisterous afternoon. Also downstairs were several other folks, including one
stunning guy of what appeared to be Asian descent, or at least there was some
Asian in his background. He had flashing dark eyes, black hair and what
appeared to be an excellent body. I smiled at him; he smiled back. I made it my
business to pass by him on the way to the bathrooms (I really didn't have to
use them, but I wanted to look); on the way back, I stopped to try to start a
conversation.

He was a student at the University of Washington, on his way back to school, as
it turned out, and he accepted my invitation for a drink. I suggested that he
might enjoy the parlor car a lot more than the lounge, since the drink
selection was so much better and the entire place more civilized. He agreed,
and followed me there.

We stopped at the bar where he was impressed by the excellent selection of
liquors available. We both ordered some wine, as it turned out, an excellent
California Merlot, and sat at a table for two in the center of the car.

More conversation ensued, soon with some hints about sexual matters. It was
almost immediately clear that I had struck yet another vein of ore on my
journey, and I wrestled with the idea of inviting him to my room.

I did, despite the thought of James looming in my conscience, but he said he
had to meet some guys at the station in San Luis Obispo for the twenty minutes
or so that we would be there, and that he would meet me back here in the parlor
car after we pulled out of the station.

I began to have second thoughts. I know James and I had talked nothing about
how we would handle our relationship: we didn't even talk about whether
monogamy was what either of us wanted, nor did I have any idea about how he
felt about it. I didn't even know how I felt about it. Nonetheless, I was about
to make an excuse when Ken (for that was his name) returned. When I saw him
walking down the aisle toward our table, I changed my mind. He was, in a word,
gorgeous, and I couldn't take my eyes off him.

We went to the room, where I had my champagne, iced in a bucket provided
compliments of Amtrak. I expertly (I thought it was, anyway) opened the bottle
and poured for each of us, and we toasted the rest of our trip. Ken sipped his
champagne, and then turned to me.

"You know, you're really very sexy," he smiled.

"And you're gorgeous," I replied. "Tell me, are you Asian?"

"My grandmother was Japanese, my mom's mother. Dad is Italian. People guess I'm
Filipino a lot." He smiled.

"Whatever the combination, babe, it's stunning!" I said. I leaned over and
kissed him, and he returned the kiss with fervor.

I locked the door. By this time I had become expert at pulling down the sofa
into a bed, and I soon had it open and waiting. The curtains were closed and I
turned to Ken. "Why don't you... you know, just get comfortable."

He unbuttoned his shirt, one slow, sexy button at a time, his eyes never
leaving mine. When he finished, he pulled it off, revealing a spectacularly
muscular and defined series of pecs, abs and delts. The kid had great genes,
but he also worked on it, no doubt about it.

Smiling and continuing to stare intently into my eyes, he unbuttoned my shirt
and removed it. "Beautiful," he said.

"You are the beautiful one."

The slacks came next; we each ripped them off, and soon were lying naked on the
bed, body to body, hard cock to hard cock, face to face, lips to lips. This kid
was hot, he was experienced, and he knew what he wanted. In no time at all he
had worked his way down my body from lips to under my arms, to nipples, to
navel, and thence to my engorged member, leaking precum like mad, waving
anxiously in the air.

One gulp and it was all gone. He reached my balls on his first attempt, and
held it there until I almost screamed. Finally, he pulled back, then pushed
down again, all the way. A couple more strokes like that and I would be lost. I
pulled him up, up to my face where I could look at his eyes again, and we
kissed.

Now it was my turn to feast on his perfect body. And feast I did, taking at
least 15 minutes to get down to his lovely 7-incher, by that time throbbing and
purplish. I could show him a thing or two about deep throating, at least with
one that size, so I proceeded to do so. He liked it..

"Oooh! Jesus!! Oh, yes!" he gasped, and then whimpered. "Oh, my God!"

I twisted his balls in my hand, and worked another under them so I could get a
finger to his asshole. Meanwhile, I sucked for all I was worth, stopping only
to wet my finger and work it slowly into his asscrack.

"Oh, God, Jim, take me!" he begged. "Stop sucking, please! Please, I'm going to
cum. I don't want to cum yet. Fuck me, please?"

I abandoned his dick and turned him over, ravenously attacking his beautiful
ass pucker with my tongue. I spent a long time opening him up, lashing his
crack and then fucking it with my tongue, all the while groaning while he kept
saying "God! Oh, God."

Finally I could stand it no longer. I pulled back and got on top of him, and
shoved it in, slowly at first, and then surely all the way. And he took it with
no more than a groan of satisfaction. Slowly I began to fuck him, in and out,
and he raised his ass back on my dick with every stroke. Harder and harder I
fucked, and louder and louder our groaning became. I know people could hear us,
although I really didn't give a shit at the moment.

"Jesus, man! I'm coming!" he gasped, grabbing his dick as I plunged into him
yet again.

"And here I come," I said, bucking into him yet again.. All of a sudden the
floodgates opened and it felt like I was going to die. I exploded into him,
again and again, as if I'd never cum before. This kid had an asshole that just
wouldn't quit, and he knew what to do with it.

"Urgghh!" he shouted, and spewed the sheets beneath us. I got my hand in there
before he was finished, though, and got a good tablespoon's worth. Turning him
over gently, I showed him his cum and brought it to my mouth, licking it out of
my hand. He pulled me to him, tonguing my face and tasting his cum, whimpering
and moaning something unintelligible. We kissed, and then lay panting one on
the other, for what seemed like a long time.

"Christ," he said. "That was every bit as great as it looked like it was going
to be." He grinned from ear to ear.

"You don't have to go anywhere, do you?" I asked. "It's still a couple of hours
before dinner, and the scenery here isn't that great."

He smiled and sighed, and pulled me to him once again. I could feel his cock,
hard again against mine.

This time he fucked me, and he was as good at fucking as he was at getting
fucked. He had me going so bad that I know I was making weird noises, great
pig-like grunts with each stroke. I don't know how he did it, but he found my
prostate immediately and damn near destroyed it in a good half-hour of
pounding. He exploded maybe five minutes after I had cum, without touching
myself, on my back facing him as he plowed into me, kissing me and fucking me
silly.

We lay on the bed sopping wet, in each other's juices and sweat. I grabbed some
towels from the compartment under the sink, and we did our best to clean up.

"I have a shower in here, Ken. You want to use it?" I offered. He thought it
would be a great idea, and so, while I remade the bed into a sofa, he went into
what passed for a shower (you sat on the closed toilet seat and hand held the
shower spigot, but with practice you could get clean).

"Wow!" he said, as he wiggled out of the door, dripping and beautiful. I almost
lost it again, just looking at him. His beautiful eyes made him so sexy and
mysterious, even though I had just discovered everything about his gorgeous
body.

He waited while I showered quickly and he was dressed when I got out. I toweled
off, dressed quickly and escorted him back to the parlor car, where I bought us
a couple of excellent single malt scotches, his first, as it turned out. We
talked for a while, then parted, after exchanging phone numbers and thanks.

I sat alone in the parlor car, then. And then I thought of James.

I was actually feeling kind of rotten by the time I got back to my room. Guilty
was more like it. I was away from my lover for no more than 18 hours and
already I had been unfaithful. I know we hadn't made any agreements or taken
any vows of fealty to each other, but that didn't make me feel any better.

I picked up my cell phone and called him. He had his phone with him at all
times just as I did, and we had traded numbers in the hotel. He answered. "Hi,
this is James."

"And this is James. How are you, babe?" I was delighted to hear his voice.

"Can you call back? I'm got some meals to deliver to a couple of old people in
my car, and I'm in the diner right now waiting for them to come up."

"OK, no problem, say in about a half hour?" I asked.

"Good, talk to you soon." He rang off. I pictured him, in his crisp white shirt
and dark vest and tie, those beautiful sparkling eyes and his strong facial
structure with the masculine jaw. He would be attentive to his business,
charming and so hospitable. His passengers must truly have enjoyed him, if
nothing else just because of his lovely smile.

I was glad I had made reservations for the late seating for dinner tonight, or
I would have been late in calling James. But, exactly one half hour later, I
called him again, and he answered immediately. He was back in his room and had
a few minutes before he had to go back to work.

"I just called because I wanted to hear your voice." I hesitated a little, and
he heard it.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's just that I miss you, and I wish we were together." I paused,
and then admitted, "I haven't been faithful to you."

Silence, then "I never expected you to, babe. I don't think we should have that
kind of relationship. All I want is to be with you when and where I can." His
voice was gentle.

"James, I love you. I feel like shit, like I betrayed you."

His voice was light, and I could tell he was smiling. "He was hot, right? You
had fun, right? It was worth it, wasn't it?"

"Yeah."

"I would have enjoyed being there with you both, but I wasn't. So it's not a
big deal, babe."

"Yes, but..."

"But, nothing, man. I'm not a monk, and I don't expect you to be either. Let's
just be adult about this, OK? I'm counting the days until we see each other
again."

I grinned and felt a little better. "I've been counting since you left to go
back to work, exactly 22 hours and 15 minutes ago."

"Hey, I'm impressed!"

"Not really, James. I just made that up. But almost."

"I love you, babe. I'll see you soon, right?" He was smiling, but I could tell
he also had to get back to work.

"Yes, James. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, you know that,
don't you?"

"Hey, man. You make my blush. I'll call you next time, OK? When we get to San
Antonio?"

"Cool, see you."

"'Bye." He made a kissing sound, and rang off.

I felt good.

The late seating for dinner came just as we arrived in the San Francisco bay
area. I wish it hadn't been dark; I love that section of northern California,
and there's much to see from the train during daylight. But dinner soon took my
mind off missed scenery. I had an excellent Chardonnay to go with tonight's
entrée, a lovely vegetarian pasta with lots of fresh ingredients.

After dinner, I returned to the parlor car for some tawny Port and conversation
with a very nice couple from Seattle who had been in Los Angeles for a week.
It's one of the pleasantries of train travel: people with whom you would
ordinarily never interact suddenly become interesting, as long as you allow
yourself to be open to them. We talked at some length. It turned out that he
was closely involved with the construction industry in Seattle, so we had a
good deal in common. But they were also involved in the arts there, and so much
of the conversation had to do with the Opera and Symphony, both interests of
mine.

Before long came last call, and we were about to pull into Sacramento, so I
excused myself after thanking my chatty partners for our evening, and returned
to my room.

I sat on the bed, already made up, thinking that this was the first time on
this trip that I was alone in my bedroom! No prospects, either; what a
revolting development! I took off my shirt and slacks and folded them
carefully. Then I dropped my shorts and crawled between the sheets. I thought
of James, and soon my memory of that incredible body and huge war club had me
in a bit of a state. I came very close to taking things into my own hands, but
thought better of it, turned over, and allowed the rhythm of the train to lull
me to sleep.

I don't know how long I had been asleep when I awoke with a start. Across from
the bed shone a bright light, and I suddenly realized that it was coming from
the next compartment. Evidently during the night the motion of the train had
caused the room divider between compartments to move from fully closed to
partially ajar, and I realized that I could see into room "A."

I fluffed up my pillows and turned over, away from the light, and tried to go
back to sleep. As I lay there, however, I heard some noises from next door that
indicated there might be some activity of a certain kind going on in there, and
I found it absolutely impossible to ignore them.

I quietly moved out of bed and approached the open door, keeping my body behind
it. Then I decided simply to sit in my chair, across from the bed, as if I
didn't know anything about the open door, and pretend that I was about to read
or something. Besides, it was completely dark in my room, so they wouldn't know
I was there anyway. In the chair, I could look backwards now and then, just to
see what I could see.

What I could see was, basically, the bed in Room A, from front to back. Two
extremely athletic and attractive bodies occupied it, a couple, in the throes
of some fantastic sexual maneuvering. She was currently on top, her breasts
flopping wildly as she moved up and down over what was obviously a very large
penis. They were unaware of my observation, or of the open space in the wall,
since it was completely dark on my side, and I knew I was free to watch.

They changed position then, with the stud climbing on top of his lover and re-
impaling her while kissing her and tonguing her face. She met his thrusts with
those of her own, trying to get as much of that 8-inch cock in her as possible.
Several minutes of hot missionary-position fucking followed, his down strokes
increasing in intensity with each passing second. The dude finally collapsed,
as I knew he had to sooner or later or he'd have a heart attack! He lay on her,
gasping for breath, their tongues intertwined and in and out of each other's
mouths.

She reached behind and pulled his ass toward her once again, this time placing
a finger into his asshole. He pushed back as she pushed her finger in, and then
started to finger-fuck him. He obviously loved it. Flopping over so she could
have better access to his hot hole, he was facing me with his ass in the air,
and the look of bliss on his face as she inserted two more fingers was
exciting. I was sure he couldn't see me in the dark, but I did pull back just a
bit.

She worked on him for quite a while, replacing her fingers with her talented
tongue, and had him in ecstasy. She reached underneath him to grasp his dick,
and I could see ropes of precum flash in the light as she manipulated his
engorged organ while she tongued his hot ass.

One or the both of them put an end to this; either they couldn't take it any
more, or they were so hot they had to try something else. He turned over, and
she aimed his hot cock at her twat and sat on it, plunging herself solidly down
the complete length of the monster.

Things were getting louder in there, as she bounced carelessly up and down on
her lover's rod. He was groaning with each stroke as well, thrusting up just as
she came crashing down. The slapping sound of their meeting was erotic and
suggestive. He reached up to take hold of her ample breasts, caressing them as
she plunged downward. He suddenly stopped his upward thrusts, grabbed her
around the waist, and turned over, pulling her down under him, and began going
down on her.

The gap between the door and the wall was about 11/2 inches, and I touched the
divider down low, near the floor, seeing if it would open any more. It did,
with just a little effort. Now it was more like 3 inches. The scenery was fine.
This dude evidently had a talented tongue, because she was writhing in ecstasy
under his ministrations, caressing her excellent breasts, and licking them with
her own tongue.

I couldn't tell if he was eating her pussy or her ass or both, but eating he
was! He turned now, getting into a 69 position, and, while he continued to eat
out his lady, I was getting a view of his gorgeous hard and hairy ass and 8-
inch cock as he brought it around for her to gnaw on.

They were slobbering intensely over each other. I got up and pulled the chair
back a little so I could stand near the door and get a better look. I was hard
myself by now, still naked, and I couldn't keep from stroking my own 8 1/2. I
rather wished I had been in the room with them at that moment.

The lady was an accomplished cocksucker. She could handle all he had and did,
going all the way down on each thrust, while he reacted by shoving his tongue
deep into her twat. Again, it looked like he was working on her pussy, but
perhaps he was tonguing her ass; I really couldn't tell.

Suddenly the lady began to shudder, as if in the throes of orgasm. He stopped
tonguing briefly between her legs and pulled back a bit, looking up at her.
"Come on, baby!" he whispered loudly. "Let it go!"

I couldn't see what was happening, but his mouth went back down between her
legs and he began rooting around while she sobbed and jerked rabidly. He
abruptly pulled up and turned her over, his face emerging from between her
legs, and I could see that his mouth was brown with her shit. Evidently she had
deposited a load into his more than ready mouth, and he wanted her to see that
he had it all. He let the end of her turd dangle slightly from his mouth as he
started moving his head up her body, and when he had reached her face, he
leaned down and kissed her fully on the lips, quite obviously sharing with her
the shit in his mouth.

The train suddenly hit a rough spot in the tracks that caused it to jerk to the
side with great force. Had anybody been standing without support, it would
probably have caused them to fall sideways, but in this sleeper the only
casualty was the door between the rooms. It jerked open from the force of the
movement, and now stood open at least a foot-and-a-half. I quickly backed away,
then turned and jumped into the bed, not even bothering to cover myself but
acting as if I were sound asleep.

"Holy Christ!" I heard a muffled exclamation from the next room. I opened one
eye, just in time to see his handsome face in the space between the wall and
the divider, staring into my room. His mouth was still brown with shit. I don't
think he could see my eyes, but I know he saw the rest of me, because he paused
briefly and I watched him looking me over. My cock was still hard and facing
the divider, so I rolled over on it, as if changing positions in sleep. Now he
could see my naked ass, but at least he didn't know I had been watching. He
looked up at the divider and evidently found a handle or something, because it
slowly began to close and soon was flush with the wall once again.

It appeared that my voyeur experience was over for the night. But this time I
was too stimulated to leave it at that, and I finally coaxed a big load out of
my erection. I didn't even bother wiping it off; I simply turned over and went
back to sleep.

I woke up fairly early and was in the diner for breakfast by 7:00 am. They
seated me at an empty table, but it wasn't long before the steward brought a
couple to join me. And, wouldn't you know it? It was Mr. and Mrs. People-Next-
Door, fresh from their scat encounter. I wasn't sure if the guy recognized me,
but he did say hello as they seated themselves, and I returned his greeting. I
thought he looked at me very carefully, but perhaps I was imagining that. For
my part, I checked to see if I could find any trace of brown still on their
lips, and -having decided that was ridiculous-smiled and went back to my
perusal of the menu.

We did manage to strike up a conversation, and he introduced himself and his
wife. "Larry, here, and this is my wife, Joy," he said. "Glad to meet you."

I told them my name was Jim, and that I was going to Portland. I was just
casting about for more to say when he piped up, "Say! Aren't you the guy in the
room next door?"

"Next door?" I asked, innocently. "I'm in car 1431, Room B," I said.

"Right!" he countered. "We're in Room A, same car.. I thought I recognized
you."

I continued my act. "I don't remember having seen you, but that's where I am,
all right!"

He looked at his wife and she returned a quick smile, almost a conspiratorial
glance. "We're going on to Seattle," she said. "Larry has a meeting of his
architectural association there."

"Ah!" I answered. "That's excellent. And you came along for the ride?"

"Yes," she purred. "Larry and I love to travel together." She glanced at him
and smiled again.

I turned to him again and found his eyes boring into mine.. "Did you notice
anything weird last night?" he asked.

"No. Weird, you say? What do you mean?"

"Well, it turned out that the divider between our rooms had opened up a bit
from the jerking of the train. We sometimes leave our light on and I wondered
if it disturbed you."

"Oh, no," I hurried to reassure him. "I slept like a log last night."

"OK," he said. "I had to get up and close the divider myself. It was open more
than a foot wide!"

"Oh for God's sake," I replied. "I didn't know that."

He looked at me suspiciously, then broke into a grin. "Well, dude, you maybe
missed a little party."

It was my turn to look startled. They were both smiling.

"We were in the midst of..." he glanced at his wife. "Er...we were enjoying
each other, you know."

"Oh. No kidding!!" I acted as if I had just begun to understand. "Well, they
say that such things happen on trains all the time!"

Fortunately, the waiter came to take our order then, and the subject changed
for a while. We had finished eating and were enjoying a second cup of coffee
when Larry maneuvered the conversation back to the open divider.

"Say, maybe you'd like to come back to our rooms after breakfast and..." He
looked at Joy and she smiled, urging him on. "Maybe you'd like to open the door
between our rooms and..."

I looked up, all innocence.

"Well, you know, maybe, join us?"

I stared first at him, then at her. "You're on!" I said.

And that was how we found ourselves back in Car 1431 at 8:00 in the morning,
room divider wide apart, and three naked people staring hungrily at each other.
Larry and I were both aroused. Joy made a sort of whimper, and suddenly sank to
her knees in front of me and took my cock in her mouth. Took it all the way
into her mouth. I nearly jumped out of my skin.

Larry came up to me from the other side, took my face in his strong hands and
kissed me on the lips. His tongue flicked out, working its way into my mouth,
between my teeth. I admit I was thinking that just a few hours ago his mouth
had been full of his wife's shit, but I couldn't tell it now. His hands
caressed my shoulders and arms, and then my chest and tits. His mouth covered
my left nipple, and he began to tease it with his tongue, sending shocks of
electricity down my spine and right into my cock.

Joy's fabulous mouth was working wonders on my 8 1/2, and she was caressing my
ball sac gently and erotically at the same time. I reached down to her breasts
and began to knead them a bit, playing with the big nipples between my thumb
and index finger, and squeezing down just a bit. She obviously loved it,
because the tempo of her sucking increased. And suddenly she pulled her mouth
off my cock with a big plopping sound and brought her head between my legs
where her tongue began to tease the perineum, licking the crack all the way
from my balls to my asshole.

Larry had grabbed my dick and was maneuvering it back and forth, still tonguing
my tits and rubbing my shoulders and back. I was enjoying his passion, but I
wanted to taste his manhood as well, so I pulled him up, stepped over Joy a
little (now she had full access to my asshole) and leaned down to take his cock
into my mouth. He tasted sooo good!

My bed was still set up for sleeping; theirs had been stripped and made up, so
we ended up in my bed. Joy and Larry both wanted me to fuck them, and I started
with her, while he and she faced each other in a 69 position. I felt Larry's
tongue on her twat and my dick as I pushed in and out, and I could see her
polishing his knob with her mouth and hands, too. I got quite a rhythm going
with Joy, and her whimpering increased to a recurring loud groan with every
stroke. I was very close to cumming when I pulled out and reached for Larry.

I don't know what it was about this guy that made me think he might enjoy a
roll in the hay with his own sex ever since I first saw him, but it certainly
was true. He pulled me to him; I kissed him, and asked if he wanted me to get a
condom.

"No! I want it now, just the way it is!" he shouted, and pulled me into him. It
was obvious that I wasn't the first guy to fuck him; my big dick slid in with
ease and was soon bottomed out. Joy, meanwhile, returned to sit on Larry's
face, and he began to tongue her twat with a vengeance while I fucked him with
big, hard strokes.

I came in Larry's ass. I came in Joy's cunt. I came once in Joy's mouth with
Larry's talented mouth in my ass. I came once more, into the air, as I sat on
Larry's 8 inches with Joy's beautiful twat in my mouth. I was exhausted!

We lay, breathing hard, until I started giggling a little.. I admitted that I
had seen them last night, and Larry said he thought I had. I told them that I
saw them both with their mouths full of shit, and that it was so exciting to me
I had to jerk off in order to get to sleep. We talked about it for a while; I
had never tried scat, but I was very, very interested, and we promised to keep
in touch.

Eventually, they retired to their room and closed the divider, and I never saw
them again. I went to lunch, and they were not in the room when I got back.

Our arrival in Portland was scheduled for 3:30; we were running almost 45
minutes late, and I had to hurry to board the Empire Builder when we arrived.
It was due to leave at 4:40 pm, so I didn't even have a chance to get into the
Portland station. Well, that's what I liked about train travel; all my needs
get taken care of, even if I don't get to stop anywhere!

The Empire Builder has two sections leaving the Pacific Coast: one part of the
train leaves from Seattle, the other from Portland. They join at Spokane around
midnight. The Seattle section gets the diner; those leaving from Portland have
the choice of the lounge car for snacks and sandwiches, and first class
passengers get a prepared cold dinner.

Shortly after leaving Portland, my dinner package arrived: a delicious cold
salmon mousse plate, with veggies and fruit and cheesecake dessert. Darkness
came early, unfortunately; I would have loved to see more of the spectacular
scenery of the Pacific Northwest. I did make my way to the lounge car, though,
to see what I could through the gathering dusk.

Not much in the way of scenic attraction appeared inside the train, either,
unfortunately. There were a few young couples, one of whom showed a little
promise, but otherwise the occupants of the lounge car were older couples and
singles. I stayed just a short while, having gone downstairs for a quick drink,
and then returned to my room.

I decided to call James, just to see what was going on. But the phone rang and
rang without an answer. Then a recorded voice informed me that I could leave a
voice mail message at the beep, which I did. I just told him I loved him and
missed him. And now I found myself even lonelier for James, and now I couldn't
wait to get back to Chicago.

I must have dozed a while; it was very late when my phone rang, and I scrambled
to pick it up.

"Hi, baby! I told you I'd call you when we got to San Antonio. Sorry I turned
off the phone earlier when you called." James' deep bass sounded sexy and
inviting, and I got a hardon.

"Hey, man! I really miss you!"

"What's the matter? No hot nooky on the Empire Builder?" he joked.

Ouch, I thought, that's hitting close to home. "How do you know?" I asked, "I
just might be behaving myself."

"Not what I've already come to know about you, babe," he said, chuckling. "I
love you, but I already know you very well."

We chatted for almost an hour, and I hung up feeling even more alone and filled
with a longing for that wonderful man. It was late then, and I knew that I'd
have to make up my own room for sleeping, since my room attendant probably was
asleep now. First I decided to take a quick walk to the lounge car once again.
On the way, I passed one of the standard bedrooms, where my wide-awake
attendant was reading a magazine. I told him I was just going back to the
lounge for a minute, and he said he'd make up the room.

It was too late by then for drinks or anything, and nobody was in the lounge
car. It was semi-dark, anyway; only the individual lights above were
illuminated, and you could see the night around you fairly clearly. I started
to walk toward the center of the car and suddenly tripped over something in the
aisle. It appeared to be a body or something, and I was startled, but further
examination proved it to be a live human being: a young guy, wrapped in an
Amtrak blanket, trying to sleep on the floor.

I had kicked him awake, and I apologized for doing so. He, in his turn, was
embarrassed at being found on the floor, and made some mumbled comment about
not being able to sleep in the coach and that's why he ended up here. The
strangeness of the situation and my relief that he wasn't a corpse made me
giggle, and soon the two of us were laughing out loud.

I introduced myself, and he told me his name was Jeff, going to Minneapolis. He
got up and sat next to me in one of the lounge seats. He told me he was a
student; that he didn't have enough money to fly from Portland to Minneapolis,
but he hated the bus and had decided to try the train. I had thought at first
that he was of college age, but now I decided he was quite young, perhaps 16 or
17.

He told me that he was joining a friend in Minneapolis; his parents had been
divorced when he was three and that his mom was a drunk and druggie. They had
had a falling out in Portland and he had quit high school. He was going back to
school in Minnesota, he said, but he had to get away from home. He said he was
16.

He was very attractive, as only the young can be. A little on the thin side,
his deep blue eyes were mesmerizing, and he had a way of looking right at you
that made you turn away, blushing. He seemed very intense and serious, although
he did have a quick and charming smile on occasion.

I thought better of it just as soon as I issued the invitation, but I asked him
if he'd like to come back to my room with me. I told him I had an extra bed
above mine and that he could sleep there, rather than on the floor of the
lounge. He looked at me with one of those penetrating gazes, which I managed to
return without looking like a wolf leering at the sheep, and then broke into a
grin.

"Good!" he said, "that would be awfully nice of you, Jim!"

"No problem, Jeff. We just have to sneak you in so my room attendant doesn't
find out. Let me go back first, and then you come in. I'm in Room E; it's the
big room closest to the center of the car."

I went back toward my room and, in passing the car attendant's room, noticed
that his light was out. He was likely to be trying to sleep, which meant that
Jeff could get back to my room without any problem.

My bed was made up, of course, and I was just trying to straighten up a little
and make some room when Jeff came in. He had his blanket, but nothing else on
except a dark t-shirt and jeans, and he looked a little cold. I invited him to
come in and he did so, sitting on the bed, across from me.

"I'll just make up the top bunk for you in a minute," I said. "It just folds
down from above, and you can crawl in. I'm sure it's more comfortable than the
floor!"

"Thanks, man, I really appreciate it." His blazing blue eyes sought mine across
the room. I didn't know what he was thinking, but he was thinking something,
that was for sure.

There was an awkward silence. I finally ended it by getting up and reaching for
the handle that released the top bunk, pulling it down. On the bunk were a
ladder and the truss that you connect to keep you from rolling off the bed. It
looked a little complicated to me, and I said, "I just gotta figure out how to
do this. I know it's easy, hold on."

"Hey, man, you know you don't have to go through all that bother. The bottom
bunk is a double, man, I wouldn't mind sleeping down here with you."

I shot a look at him, but he was all innocence and smiles.. There was no
indication that he meant any more than he said.

"Er...OK, I wouldn't mind at all, if you don't."

"Cool, man. That way you wouldn't have to get all that stuff down and mess up
the whole room."

By this time, I had decided that something was up, and I was determined to find
out what it was. I nonchalantly pulled off my shirt, revealing my naked chest,
and started to fold it carefully, placing it in the bag at the side of the
chair. I checked Jeff's gaze, which was taking this all in, missing nothing.
He, too, removed his t-shirt, and although he was slim, he had a lovely, well-
defined chest, with a fine set of abs and nicely developed pecs. But what
really set me off were his nipples: dark, wine-red quarter-sized pools with
pencil eraser sized buds in the center. It made my mouth water!

I stood up and unbuttoned my jeans, taking them down and off; I then sat down
and took off my socks, while Jeff stood at the side of the bed, pausing
briefly.

"Ah, I...I don't have any underwear on," he said. "I could go back to the coach
and get my stuff, if you want." He looked at me. Those blue eyes again.

"Hey, man, it doesn't bother me. I sleep naked myself.. If that doesn't bother
you."

"Oh, no." He was trying to be innocent, but the corners of his mouth were
curled in a little smile. "That's fine with me."

And down came his jeans, and out popped his little dinghy, almost as hard as a
rock. His "little dinghy" was about 10 inches long, by the way, with a serious
bend about four inches from his body. He looked a little like the weight from
his dick was going to pull him over on his face.

"Holy shit!" I said, aloud. "I mean, Jesus! That's a big dick you got there,
man," I blabbered.

He laughed. "Yeah, the one thing Mom and Dad did for me that I don't hate them
for."

He stood there, obviously waiting for me to drop my jeans.. I finally got the
idea and did so, and then quickly pulled off my briefs. Like I say, I don't
have anything to be ashamed of, and he seemed impressed. And besides, my
Johnson was already on its way to a major erection. It's amazing what a 10-inch
dick does for a guy's libido.

He did like what he saw, evidently, because he knelt down and grabbed my dick
and started licking at it, side to side, underneath to my balls and all around,
before he took the head into his hot mouth. This kid had been around men's
cocks before and certainly knew what to do with them.. Indeed, it wasn't two
seconds after having taken the head of my dick into his mouth when my entire 8
1/2 disappeared down his throat. I gasped, pulling him even closer.

His mouth was like a vacuum pump, and it wasn't a matter of minutes before I
felt as if I were about to cum. Then I remembered his huge dick, and I wanted
it. I pulled out of his mouth, pulling him up to me, and we kissed. He was
passionate and hungry, and our tongues dueled, his hands caressed my head and
down my back, pulling our faces together. It took almost a minute before I
could pull away from his lips and start my journey down his hot body, stopping
at the sexy curve of his neck at the shoulder, and then at those delectable
nipples. I chewed a while, gently, one side and then the other, and it was
obvious he enjoyed this attention. I finally continued down to his amazing
tool, fully ten inches long and a good seven around. I licked at it for a
while, then got it into my mouth as much as I could, perhaps three-quarters of
it, and sucked for all I was worth.

Evidently I was quite good at it. "Stop!" he cried, "I don't want to cum yet!"
And he pulled away, leaving a long rope of precum bridging the tip of his cock
and my hungry mouth. "I would love it if you fucked me," he said pleadingly. "I
want that big cock of your up my ass, please?"

No sooner said than done, my motto is, and when I had maneuvered him on to his
back, I reached down to the floor where I had stashed my lube, covered my dick
with it and worked my finger into his hot and willing ass. I pulled his legs up
and shoved forward. My rock-hard dick found his hot hole unerringly. I was so
hard that I didn't even need to use my hand to guide my way in, and when I had
sunk in about half way it seemed that he just swallowed my dick all the way to
the balls by some magic act of muscular manipulation.

"God!" I exclaimed, "kid, you are fabulous!" I started a steady rhythm,
withdrawing almost all of my cock before slamming it back all the way. His face
had a look of pain and admiration and lust combined, and his eyes never left
mine as I continued to plow in and out.

He grabbed his dick and started jerking himself with one hand and playing with
my erect tits with the other, all the while whimpering and urging me to
continue. "Oh man, you are good! Please fuck me, babe, I want it so much!"

I lowered my face to his and our lips met in a serious and prolonged kiss. Even
with my tongue down his throat, his whimpering continued and I matched him with
a grunt each time my cock plunged into his ass. I couldn't believe how hot this
kid was and how quickly he had managed to get me to the point of no return. I
swore I was going to have a heart attack, as my pumping in and out increased
beyond anything I had heretofore consider possible. "Here!" I grunted with each
down stroke, "Here! Here! Here!"

I knew I couldn't last, and I didn't. Suddenly the world came to its end and I
spewed my hot jism deeply into his tight little ass, again and again. I
seriously began to think I had lost consciousness, that my breathing had
stopped, but my butt kept moving and my cock kept disgorging its tremendous
load. He was whimpering loudly, "Oh God! Oh, God!" My heart was pounding so
hard I felt I was rocking the train and yet my cock continued to eject my hot
cum. I don't remember anything after that until I kind of woke up slumped over
Jeff's beautiful chest, breathing harshly with my head on his neck.

"Holy shit!" I think I said...or something equally intellectual.

"Oh, man, you can fuck man you can fuck!!!" Jeff giggled a little. As we calmed
down a bit, he pulled my face from his neck and kissed me again, biting my lips
and tongue and whimpering again and again.

"It's your turn, now, babe," I said, pulling up.

"Well, er...I already came, man," he apologized, and I could see the cum all
over his stomach and mine as we peeled ourselves apart.

"Cool, babe, we'll just rest a minute." I was panting like a longhaired dog in
July, anyway, and I needed a minute. "Christ, you know how to take a dick,
babe!"

"And you know how to give it, man. That was the best fuck I've ever had in my
life!"

Yeah, I was flattered. But then again, he was only 16; how many fucks can you
have by then? Anyway, it was really Jeff that did it; he got me so hot and
manipulated me so well that I completely lost it. I wanted to do it again, but
I needed to take a break.

Well, we did get a break. Maybe twenty minutes of lying together, occasionally
sharing a kiss and a giggle. And soon I could feel his hard ten inches pressing
against my hips. I really wanted to know how it felt up my ass this time.

I found out. It was phenomenal.

It was almost the last call for breakfast before we awoke, having spent much of
the dark wrapped around each other like the ivy at Wrigley Field. A very quick
shower for each of us, and I took Jeff back to the diner for breakfast.

Before returning to my room after breakfast, I stopped to see our attendant and
told him that Jeff would be riding with me through to Minneapolis; if there was
any fare differential, I'd be glad to take care of it right now. He said he'd
talk to the conductor and get back to me.

Jeff and I napped a little after breakfast, I in my chair; he on the sofa with
his pretty head draped over his arms. When I woke up he looked so luscious I
couldn't help myself, so I joined him. We spend a long twenty minutes or a half
hour making out like teen-aged kids; well, at least, he had an excuse!

We lunched together somewhere in Montana. "Big Sky" country is a good name for
it, believe me! Both of us had worked up a little appetite in the bedroom, and
both of us now were looking at each other with a certain longing by the time
lunch had ended.

Back in the bedroom, I pulled the bed down but didn't have time to get the
mattress on it, since Jeff had stripped all his clothes off while I was
lowering the bed. He grabbed me, threw me to the bed, and started undressing
me.

We carried on shamelessly for a couple of hours, at least. I fucked him
senseless; he fucked me senseless. We ate each other out for an hour, then
sucked each other off yet again. This kid was insatiable and I wished James had
been there; I bet he would have taken him down in one quick gulp.

We were lying together, arm in arm, watching more of that Montana scenery go by
when the train pulled to an unscheduled stop, somewhere in the middle of
nowhere.

It turned out that lunch was to be the last meal any of us would have in that
diner. We sat for fifteen minutes before the Chief of Onboard Operations came
on the PA system to tell us about the delay. Seems the automatic scanning
system had detected something wrong with an axle on one of the cars of the
train, and the crew was checking it out.

Jeff and I were talking about his life and future when further word came over
the PA that the car with the problem was the diner, and that-in order to
prevent a possible accident-it would have to be set on a siding nearby and that
we would proceed to Chicago without a diner for the remainder of the trip.

"Oh, good!" I said, ruefully. "I know what they're going to do. It'll be
McDonald's and Wendy's all the way home!"

"Hey, that's not too bad," said Jeff. "I can think of worse things to happen.
What if the bad car had been this one? At least we'll have another night
together before I have to get off!"

With that logic I had no argument. But, by God, after a delay of about two
hours during which the diner was set aside on a lonely track near Wolf Point,
Montana, the train began to move again. It turned out that the crew had had
time to cook dinners for all the first-class passengers; the rest of the
passengers would be served just as soon as Amtrak could make arrangements with
a local restaurant to get some meals to the train.

So it was that we had one further delicious meal, courtesy of the splendid
Empire Builder chefs. Our attendant had managed to filch enough wine for his
car (and then some!), so we had plenty to go with the meal.

My phone rang; it was James, of course. Jeff and I had talked about him
earlier, so when he called, Jeff quickly excused himself, leaving me along with
the phone and my new lover.

We talked for almost an hour; they were somewhere in Arkansas on their way to
Chicago. They would arrive a couple of hours earlier, if both trains were on
schedule. I made arrangements to meet James at a gift shop in Union Station,
and he would be coming with me to my place.

I had told him about Jeff and his insatiable appetite for both food and sex,
and he had laughed with me. So I wasn't really surprised when the door opened a
little after James and I had said goodbye, and Jeff was there, along with
another young man of very nearly his age and every bit as attractive.

"Jim," he said, "this is Don. I met him in the lounge car yesterday, and told
him about you. I hope you don't mind." His sweet smile overrode all of my
concerns, and Don's obvious attractions didn't hurt either.

"Well, come in and sit down," I said. "Do you guys want some weed? Er, how old
are you, Don?"

"I'm 17," he smiled, "but I know all about smoking grass."

I warned them about trying to keep the smoke in the room and the air-
conditioning system, etc., and Don suggested that we solve the problem by
"shot-gunning." This turned out to be a simple matter of inhaling the largest
amount you could hold and then sealing your lips over the lips of the guy next
to you and slowly exhaling it into his lungs. He then did the same to the next
guy down the line, until all the smoke had been ingested.

Not only did this work well, but it also served to stimulate our sexual
appetite, since we were, in effect, kissing each other deeply every few
seconds, holding each other's head and body to us while we inhaled or exhaled,
often rather longer than necessary to accomplish the task at hand.

Don had sweet, soft lips, too, the kind that really turn me on. Indeed, we
simply dropped all pretense of smoking after a while and just proceeded to play
some heavy mouth music, this time with some very active tongues, too. And when
I drew back for a moment to get my breath I noticed that Jeff's mouth was
buried in Don's crotch, obviously tasting the wares.

One thing led to another (to coin a phrase) and we soon were naked and
intertwined in some rare and delightful configurations. I know we all managed
to taste each other, and both Don's 8" dick and Jeff's great 10" found their
way into my hungry mouth and insatiable ass. God! The older I get the more I
love dick up my hole; I think I'm turning into a real pervert or something.

Not that I don't like to fuck little boys, mind you, and I managed to take
excellent care of both of my charges tonight. I think by the time the dawn
broke, we had all cum three or four times, and I was exhausted..

Jeff and Don had to leave the train at Minneapolis, so we said our goodbyes; I
left Jeff my address and phone number, and asked him to call to let me know how
things were going.

And, as I expected, about five minutes after our arrival in Minneapolis/St.
Paul, our breakfasts arrived, courtesy of McDonald's: an Egg McMuffin, Sausage
Muffin, orange juice and a sweet roll. Plus Amtrak's own coffee, of course, and
it wasn't a bad breakfast at all. By this time I was tired, though, and slept
solidly until the attendant knocked on my door with lunch, some six hours
later.

I guessed wrong on this one, though: it wasn't Wendy's, but Subway: a large
sandwich, some chips and cola. Just three hours from home and James. I couldn't
wait.

We had arranged to meet at a gift shop in Union Station, but when I arrived,
James was waiting at the gate. He still had on his uniform, and he looked very
sexy and handsome as we met at the platform. He unhesitatingly put his arm
around my shoulders and hugged me to him as we began to walk back toward the
limo pick-up area.

We talked about the remainder of our trips; I told him all about my encounters,
and he seemed very interested, indeed. He said that he, in turn, had behaved
impeccably on the trip home, even though there was at least one handsome
passenger who was more than interesting. "I just decided to save up for
tonight," he smiled, "it wasn't that I'm giving up the chase forever, you
know."

We arrived at my condo on the lakefront in a very short time, and were
comfortably bathed, shaved and relaxed by dinnertime. Neither one of us felt up
to going out, even though there was a fine restaurant in the building, so I
just had them send up some appetizers and a couple of bottles of champagne.

I wish I had the words to tell you of the bliss of that night. It was all we
had hoped for, and more than either of us expected, and it sealed our love. The
sex was magnificent, the best either of us have ever had, but the deeper
meaning of our coming together was evident to both of us.

It's been four weeks now. James has moved in here with me, and I think I have
him convinced to leave his job with Amtrak and take one with my company. It'll
pay a lot more and give him a good deal of responsibility, but it will also
make it possible for us to be together much more than when one or the other of
us has to travel all the time.

I don't mean to boast, but I have to mention one more thing: there's simply
nothing like a three-way with a hot young construction stud, especially when he
gets a look at James in all his glory! We've done it three or four times
already, and it's always good for a laugh: the look on the stud's face when he
sees James naked for the first time and gets an eyeful of that huge dick and
incredible body.

When I am alone (not too often, lately!), I thank my lucky stars that one day a
little over a month ago I decided to take a train ride.


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