cross country rail trip cajuncock
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My proposed rail journey was not my first. I'd been commuting on the trains for about five years. But this was a different trip, a 4 day, 3 night trip to the west coast, my first on Amtrak. I boarded the first leg at Penn station in NYC at 7PM, 20 minutes before departure. A handsome, young conductor inspected my ticket and motioned for me to go to my right to the fourth compartment. I followed his instructions and settled in. At 7:50 PM the whistle sounded and we slowly pulled out heading west. Ten minutes later a stewart came to my compartment asking me which dinner seating I preferred. I picked one for an hour later. A few minutes later he returned with a pitcher of ice water and the drink I had ordered. I hung my jacket up and sat back enjoying the smooth click clack of the rail as we moved across the New Jersy country side. We'd just left Philly when the young steward fetched me for supper. I was directed to a table for two. My dining companion was a solid looking military man in a summer uniform. We ordered our meals and introduced ourselves. The dinner conversation was pleasant enough as we talked of our reasons for taking the train rather than flying. We both saw the time alone as a distraction from out normal lives.
After the meal we agreed to have a drink in the bar car. Over drinks we continued talking. Both of us were divorced and relatively happy with our singular lives. The officer removed his jacket and necktie giving me a better view of his body. He was in top conditon for a man in his mid to late 30s. As we sat facing each other I did notice the promodent display in his pants. My own trouser snake reacted in my loose cotton pants. He glanced down and smiled. Finishing our drinks he invited me to his compartment for a last drink of the night. He told me that for the remaining night the train had no scheduled stops. The car porter did bring us ice and drink mixers as requested. He had a wicked smile on his face as he asked if we needed anything else. We dismissed him as we both got more comfortable in the small compartment. I was not concerned at that point figuring that I was safe. erect tool pressing against the fabric of his uniform pants. I could smell his need as my nose was mere inches from the prominent tool. I smiled licking my lips, nodding my approval to the unspoken request. He placed a hand on my shoulder saying "It's Ok, you can touch it. You can do anything you want. The porter understands that traveling men have needs that only another man understands."
I moved my hand up to touch his hard tool. He moaned at my touch before pulling me up for a kiss. It was a kiss of passion, a deep need for human contact. I gave in to our mutual needs. Soon we were both naked and rubbing against each others' hard bodies. There was a soft knock at the door and we separated, still naked. The porter slipped in and placed some moist towels on the table saying "I thought you might need these". Ted grabbed him pulling his clothed body to us. We soon were engaged in a hot three way kiss. The porter, a young Black man, moaned as we unzipped his pants to pull out an oversized piece of thick man meat. We took turns worshipping that man tool. Our efforts were much appreciated as evidence by the load moans.
But my 2 partners in lust had a better idea. I was turned over the chair by the window facing out at the passing night. I suddenly felt a wet tongue lick my ass cheeks making me whimper. I looked to the side to see that black monster at my face. I glanced up at his smiling face. He nodded down at me urging me on. I felt a slick finger puncture my rear just as that black cock pushed into my waiting mouth. I was sandwiched between these two specimens of virile manhood, a willing sacrifice on thier altar of lustful needs. I surrendered to them both for the next hour. Both left sizable deposits in my guts. Later, I staggered back to my compartment just as the porter finished setting up my bed. His pants were still unzipped and I could just make out that monster of a black snake beckening me to once more feast. I sat down on the bed while he stood directly in front of me stowing my extra bag overhead. I leaned forward pushing my tongue into the open zipper searching for one last taste of his heaven. He inhaled deeply as I nursed on his manhood. Holding my head in place he unloaded one more time into my stomach before bidding me good night.
I was awakened by a knock at the door and the delivery of a hot pot of coffee and a fruit cup. I was still naked from my sleep and the sight of the handsome black god gave me an instant erection tenting the thin blanket. He turned to close the curtains to the passageway as he undid his belt letting his uniform pants fall to expose a naked chocolate ass with a thin line of dqrk hair pointing the way to his own heavenly hole. I wasted no time in falling to my knee to taste the treat on display. He moaned out as I worked my tongue in feeling the tight muscle grab at it. I quickly stood and without any further need plunged my own cock deep inside of his welcoming entrance. It only took a few stabs before my seed exploded into his core. He turned and kissed me just as there was a knock at the door. I peeked out to see the smartly dressed military man standing there. I opened the door pulling him inside to more closely two naked bodies. He reminded us that the train would soon be arriving in Chicago and that breakfast was being served. I hastily dressed then followed him to the dining car.
Over breakfast we discussed our plans. My connecting train would leave for the coast in 4 hours leaving me with a good bit of time. He suggested that he might get a hotel room for the night before he traveled on. He asked if I might like to take the opportunity to shower in his room. I jumped at the idea. An hour after our arrival at the Amtrak terminal we were naked in the shower together. He asked me if I might want to make love to him. I did not give him a verbal answer but moved in for a deep, passionate kiss. We spent the day in bed. As I dressed to go to catch my next train he asked if I might be interested in meeting again. We exchanged contact info and cell phone numbers.