September 28, 1998
Train Trip Trick
By: Rick Beck Writersrealmmm@aol.com
I don't know if you've ever traveled on a train. My first experience would always keep me quite fond of this mode of transportation. My first impression, all be they quite mistaken, came after watching woman who had the misfortune to be traveling with their children. My second impression was that women sure yelled a lot. How do you suppose they thought we felt listening to their empty threats? It did give me pause to wonder which of the little cretins would turn out to be a serial killer or worse, one of them. I guess being cooped up on a train is no fun for kids. At first it wasn't much fun for me but the scenery was nice once we cleared the towns.
I moved from coach to coach at first, watching different people while wondering where they were from and where they might be going. We were all heading West. I was heading for San Diego to join my navy unit. I'd had a plane ticket but I cashed it in for my first train trip first to home and than on to San Diego and my first boat trip. Three days on a train didn't sound so bad if you said it fast enough, but it got to be a tedious way to travel, that was until I met Bobby Brand.
I had settled in across the isle from a woman who was writing poetry. She asked me what I thought and it was quite good. She was from Mexico but had settled in California. I told her I was a writer and we had a nice laugh. I shared my trail mix and she regaled me with stories of her ancestral home. She was actually quite charming and I hated to see her go. The miles had melted while we chatted but little did I know there were more and better friends to come.
Bobby got on in a small town in Illinois. He was carrying an oversized gym bag. He was dressed in what turned out to be college travel uniform. Bobby was a wrestler. I was dressed in my navy uniform because it got me a discount. I caught sight of him as he walked up the isle toward me. He tossed his bag up into the overhead before dropping down into the seat across and one row forward of mine. He immediately took to looking out of the window once the train started to move. He waved at someone and then got up to get a book out of his bag.
He sat down to read what looked like a textbook. So far he hadn't discovered me, and I could see most of him from my seat. He wasn't a big guy, and I certainly wouldn't have guessed he was a wrestler. He just had a pleasant face, dark hair and eyes, and he might have been five foot seven if he stood tall on a good day. I picture wrestlers as being six five and weighing in at two fifty or above. With my concept Bobby was only half way there at best. I glanced his way from time to time and watched the farmland roll by.
There is a certain comfort to the way a train rocks.
It was several hours after Bobby sat down that I caught his eye for the first time. I wasn't even thinking about him, well, not at that precise instant anyway. I got bored with the scenery and turned to check things out, and he was looking in my direction. Our eyes met quite by accident and I smiled and nodded and he smiled and nodded back. He knew I was alive. He had a nice smile and good teeth. I like good teeth. People who have them are lucky.
During a stop just before we hit St. Louis, one of those mothers got on with two unhappy kids in tow and they were just the wrong age for a train. I had my bag on the seat beside me and tried to look very unfriendly as they passed by me. They sat in the seat in front of Bobby, but the extra kid was told to sit next to him. Bobby didn't seem amused and simply looked out the window while doing his best to ignored the new arrival.
It was an eight-year-old little boy and he couldn't sit still or shut up. Bobby finally got up and sat down in the seat in front of me. So much for eye contact. I could see the back of his head after he leaned the seat back a bit. A mess of folks got on in St. Louis, and an old lady sat next to me of my glower look. A younger woman sat beside Bobby. It wasn't the seating arrangement I wanted, but I wasn't quick enough to make the arrangements that suited me.
We were heading west as the day darkened and much to my surprise, Bobby turned around and looked at me.
"You in the navy?" he asked.
"Yeah, that's why I'm wearing the Navy uniform," I said, not knowing how to answer the question any other way.
"Duh," he said, "I guess that was stupid, huh? I want to go to the dining car and they make you sit with strangers. I hate that! I always get this same old man sitting across from me drooling in his soup, you know, and he's smiling at me like I'm the dessert."
The older woman next to me looked up out of her magazine as Bobby explained things to me.
"Sorry ma'am, no offense. I bet you sat across from him too, huh?" He apologized.
She looked back down into her magazine as he kneeled up and leaned his well-shaped arms on the back of the seat to finish what he started. I decided to make it easy on both of us.
"You want to eat together because you think I don't drool," I said.
"Damn, that's a great idea. Why didn't I think of that? I knew you wouldn't want me sitting with that old fart again," he blurted out happily. "Oops! Excuse me, ma'am," he added, looking at the elderly woman and shrugging his muscular shoulders innocently. "My momma says I got a big mouth. I guess she's right."
We went the wrong way and backtracked to the dinning car. He was giggling or laughing the entire time we were searching for food. He seemed like a happy go lucky guy. He had taken off the jacket of his travel uniform and the tank top showed off his muscular arms and chest. He wasn't real big but he was built strong.
The dinning room was only half full and the porter object only once before giving in to the idea we didn't want to sit with people we didn't know. I wanted Bobby to myself and I hoped no one else was seated with us. Sitting across from him I couldn't stop checking out the nipples that made quite an impression the sheer material of his white form fitting tank top.
"Where you headed?" he asked.
"San Diego," I said.
"Me too. Two nights and two days on a train. Well, at least my old lady isn't as old as your old lady. We should have sat together. I was afraid to ask you. I didn't want you to think I was weird. I've got to think about it before I talk to someone, but then, as you might notice, I never shut up."
"That's funny, I thought about the same thing. Great minds think alike," I said.
"Why didn't you say something?" Bobby asked.
"I don't know. I didn't want you to think I was weird. I guess I was afraid you'd get the wrong idea," I said. "I'm Rick."
"I'm Bobby," he said, as we shook hands across the table on it.
I couldn't believe what he ate. I might have offered to pay for the meal but after the second burger and second order of fries, he was looking at the menu again. We were there for almost two hours. The service was a tad slow. I think the porter didn't like having to walk that extra four feet to the table where I asked to sit. I think it offended him personally that I didn't want to sit where he told me.
Bobby told me about going to Carlsbad to see his father for the first time in ten years. He was remarried and had two other kids. They hadn't been very close, but once Bobby started college, his dad asked him to come to his place for Christmas. Bobby said he'd been waiting for years for him to want him to come out but his father told him it would have caused trouble with his mother. He was over eighteen now and he could make the decision for himself.
I watched him as he talked. I watched the way he moved his arms to express himself. I caught a glimpse of the dark hair under each arms. His chest moved sensually inside his shirt. When he leaned forward I could almost see down to his nipples, but they remained in hiding in spite of my best efforts to get a glimpse. He caught me checking him out once and I acted like I was looking for something on the table. He looked a second time to see where my eyes were, but I was careful to have them on something less exciting. I didn't want to do anything that made him suspicious of my motives.
We paid up and headed back toward our seats. Two cars up from the dinning car were a section of open seats. I suggested we come back and take seats beside each other so we didn't have to worry about other kids or old ladies. Bobby thought it was a great idea. After the porters original reluctance to allow us to move, he agreed seeing the futility of the denial.
Bobby insisted I take the window seat and we continued our chat with him telling me about his family, college life, and the wrestling team. Nowhere was there mention of a girlfriend, and that suited me fine. He was talking about his childhood and his parents divorce while the coach around us was slowly falling asleep. It was late at night before he finally fell asleep. Since our arms were rubbing together, I enjoyed the feel of his skin as he started to snore a bit.
The lights in the car were out and the sounds of the night and the clack, clack, clack of the wheels against the track was the only thing that disturbed the comfortable rocking and rolling of our car. I thought nothing of it when Bobby's face leaned against my bear shoulder. I was sure he was asleep. I'd taken off my shirt and hung it and my uniform jacket neatly for the night. My white tank top wasn't nearly as flashy as his orange top.
When his head leaned against my chest, I had to put my arm over his and across his body if I didn't want to disturb him. My hand came to rest over one of his nipples quite by accident. My fingers felt it through the shirt in one daring bit of foolishness. I felt its firmness a second time before making my fingers behave. He chest was solid and cut and I reluctantly left it alone.
As the train rocked along Bobby's face settled down into my lap after a long and slow decent. My hand was now on his belly button and his stomach was hard and flat. I loved the touch of him and couldn't believe how much I was enjoying train travel. It was maybe a half an hour before I ran into difficult. Bobby's face was on top of my cock and reacting by the intoxication of having a boy in my arms even if by default, my cock was hard.
I was squirming so it wouldn't be so obvious if he should wake up, but each time I tried to move it, his face moved harder against the offending member. I had it all worked out what I would say if he should wake up and become alarmed by our proximity but this would be hard to explain. I thought I was going to die as I made an effort to dislodge him without making matters worse.
It was then he changed the position of his lower body, twisting and turning and scotching this way and that until my fingers were directly against his cock. It was only then that his body lie still. He was as hard as I was and almost instinctively my fingers closer around his it.
"Ohhhh!" he moaned lightly against my cock.
His hips moved ever so slightly at my hand. The intent of the movement was unmistakable. He pressed his cock harder against my hand for a second time and made another muffled lusty sound.
After carefully working my cock out of his way, he turned his face right back on it again and I could feel his hot breath once he placed his mouth directly on the material that hardly kept my condition a secret from him. It felt wet and hot and then I felt his lips moving on the cloth. His teeth dug into my pants as more heat and wet excitement got to me. I put my hand on the side of his face with the intention of moving his mouth off my hardness, but instead, I simply held him in place, unable to end the delicious delights he was bestowing upon me. I raised my hips so he could get a better grip with his lips and teeth, and he used them skillfully to raise the stakes a few notches. He slipped his arm around my waist.
Bobby's head moved up off my lap as his thick meat pressed hard against my hand as he used his hips some more.
He whispered, "I'm sorry but you didn't seem to mind all that much."
"No one's ever made me so hot," I whispered.
"Me too. I guess I could finish," he said, grabbing his jacket and dragging it over his head and my lap. His mouth went right back to where it did me the most good. He certainly didn't need a bookmark to find his place.
I could hear or at least I was sure I felt my zipper slowly moving downward. I suddenly realized he was about to give me all I could possibly hope for but I wasn't convinced the setting was right.
With no hesitation his hand was dipping into my underwear's pee slit until he located my hot wet cock. His fingers moved over the shaft like he was measuring it before he slipped it out through the opening and into the cool night air. His lips were like tiny velvet electrodes exciting every nerve ending in my cock. His tongue moved down the underside as he swallowed me in one long slow motion downward movement. He didn't stop until I was buried in the confines of his throat. His lips rested on my pubes. I was his prisoner.
My legs tensed and I couldn't believe I was getting a blowjob in the middle of a train coach by this great looking guy with the awesome body. He lay quiet, keeping me lodged in his mouth and then his hand took mine, and much to my surprise, while he had been distracting me, he had freed his fat cock and it was hanging out of his pants. I looked around alarmed and pulled off my shirt to cover his exposure. When my fingers touched him his hips rolled forward in an easy motion that filled my hand. There was a gush of hot air that blew out of him and onto my excitement. It was almost enough to set me off.
His cock was hot and hard in my hand and he hummed on mine as I stroked him off. I examined the situation to see if there wasn't some way to get my mouth on him but the confines of the seats didn't allow for such gymnastics without alerting other passengers or the porter. I would have to settle for feeling the throbbing muscle expanding in my fingers as mine expanded in his throat.
I'd never had anyone swallow me and then not give it back in short order and in time for me to finish myself off. Bobby seemed quite content keeping me right where he had me. If not for his pulsing peter pumping out precum I might have thought he died on my dick. The gentleness of the blowjob gave new meaning to tender loving care. He was obviously in no hurry to finish me off and this left me hanging on the ragged edge of relief.
I could feel my cock head trapped in his throat as the wetness on my shaft increased. The incredible warmth made me dizzy and weak as his hot throbbing cock twitched in my hand. With the amount of sticky liquid he was furnishing me I was certain he was having a very good time. I used the enchanting liquid to massage him more vigorously and all at once he grabbed my hand so I couldn't continue this new and exciting motion.
He eased his mouth back off me.
"Don't," he panted, "You'll finish me off and I'm not nearly as good once I get off."
"Where'd you learn to do that? I never had anyone swallow me."
"My coach has got a short fat dick. It took me half the season to get all the way down on him. It took some practice."
"You do it with your coach?" I asked surprised.
"One of the student assistants. He's not much older than I am. We room together on the road. I suck him all night some times."
"He's a lucky guy," I said, wanting to end the conversation and get him back to what he did best.
"Here, play with this end," he said, pushing down the elastic waistband until his ass was exposed. He pulled my hand back until my fingers felt the rugged ridges that marked his hole.
He was immediately back down on me and making me dizzy again. As soon as my finger poked at it he started to gush more hot air on me and his ass undulated against my probing digit. The moan became louder once access was imminent and his ass suddenly lurched back until my finger was well inside.
I'd always liked heavy hot and hardy blowjobs but Bobby was driving me crazy with his mouth and no one had ever done that before. He became a little more aggressive as he slid his arms around my waist and I used a second finger on his hole. By leaning over his side I found I could hold his balls and feel back between his legs. He bent his knees and positioned himself so I could go anywhere that I needed to go. I examined the power and strength of his legs and ass while he leaked a steady stream on my overextended bare arm.
While I examined all his accessories, I lost it without warning. It just suddenly washed over me. As hot as I was I didn't think I was ready to cum. I didn't want to cum. I was so wrapped up in that body of his, my own got away from me.
I felt him gulping the load back as he coughed and tried to stifle the sounds it made. He too was taken by surprise. True to his style, he never quit my erupting meat. As the last spasms hit me, only the head was in his mouth, but he drank happily and ran his hands up on my back under my undershirt as he held fast to me. When I was done he let his lips slid back down to my pubes and he seemed reluctant to give up his prize. Of course it wasn't as much of a challenge by then.
We rode like that for a long time. My fingers stayed pressed on his hole, but it was far less exciting than before I blew my load. He was content to hold my softened cock in his warm comfortable mouth. The train rocked and I floated along in my own little world, not wanting to fall asleep but unable to stay awake.
It was disappointing when he gave up the ghost. He dried me on his jacket and zipped me back up when he was done. He put his pants back in place before sitting up while we road along silently into the night.
"Can I sit there. You've had the window the whole time."
I scooted out and he scooted in. He put his arms underneath the jacket, but he didn't put it on, and his well-cut shoulders were still rubbing against mine. He looked at me twice. I didn't make eye contact but I knew he was looking. I didn't feel much like sleep any more. I wondered if he was having second thoughts about what we had done. He said he did it with his coach, so it wasn't new to him. He seemed so straight and so confident that it was hard to believe what we had done.
What I really wanted was a nice bed and a shot at that hole of his. He was so tight and muscular, I knew screwing him would be something special. It was obvious to me that my fingers had given him some pleasure and that left me wondering if my dick might give him more. As far as I knew he hadn't shot off yet and that left some hope of encouraging more activity out of him. I found myself examining the contours of his shoulders and neck as he looked out into the dark.
I looked around and the seats across from us were still empty. It was so dark I couldn't see any further up in the coach. No one had moved for some time and I had heard no one taking seats anywhere around us. We had been very quiet with out activities and I was sure nothing had been heard above the noise of the swaying car and clacking wheels. I figured a little suggestive conversation wouldn't hurt.
"You let him fuck you?" I asked, bluntly as I watched his face.
"He has a girlfriend and says he can't do that."
I put my hand down on his thigh and scooted closer to him, resting my face against his smooth shoulder. There was no resistance and then his legs spread open.
"What a fool," I said. "You've got to be the best."
He looked at me and smiled real big.
"I figured you'd be done after one," he said, looking fondly into my face.
"How many before you're done?" I quizzed.
"You can put your head in my lap if you want. You can rest better that way. It is pretty comfortable if you like that kind of thing."
I scooted down until my face leaned on his thigh. He leaned up so I could put my arm behind him and I immediately had it in the back of his pants. He raised up until my finger was back on his hole, rubbing his hot spot.
"I really get into that. I don't think it's a good idea to try it here," he said as my finger broke through. "Oh yeah!"
"That okay?" I asked, wanting him to reconsider.
"That's so hot," he said, softly. "You can put your head under my jacket.
I was lost in my dreams of fucking that which I was touching when I felt something warm and familiar rubbing the skin on the side of my face. As I turned to see what it was going on I came face to face with his one eyes trouser snake. It was hanging out of the jock pouch after he'd pushed his pants further down. He rubbed it against my skin until he pressed the head onto my lips while holding my head in place.
"Suck it for me. I want you to suck my dick now," he said, leaning so he could whisper in my ear. The head was hard and full and well developed. I licked it and got a moan from him as his lips touched my ear. I collected the drops I knew would be there with my tongue. His tongue licked the ridges of my ear and his lips nibbled the lobe.
As soon as I started working on him he tried to force it into my throat. I wasn't as skilled as he was but my teeth didn't seem to deter him any. He held my face and fucked his cock across my teeth and into my throat.
"God," he growled low in his throat. "Fuck," he said, as he rammed it completely into my mouth. My lips were no more than half way down his shaft but it didn't seem to matter as long as they were available. I could feel the muscles tensing as his hips charged off the seat in a sudden jerk. He pulled my face down on him while he was thrusting up.
I could taste the lust dripping out of him as he moaned in my ear. I decided it was time for a second finger and on one of his lurches at my mouth I inserted it along side the first. He didn't miss a beat and I winced as my teeth came into play even more severely than before. I felt his demands and wondered if I could pull away if I wanted. His strong arms now had me in a death grip that he seemed unwilling to give up as he tried to drive his cock into my throat.
I felt all his muscles tensing and I wondered how long I could take the punishment, but the taste of fresh cum started rising in my mouth. As quick as the first stream shot out of him he collapsed back on the seat and my fingers. His cock moved out of my throat still spewing cum into the back of my mouth. The thick aphrodisiac pumped onto my tongue in a steady gush of fluid. I didn't suck and he didn't fuck but the cum just kept on cumming.
He stayed half-hard and I kept my face in his lap. I was surprised when his hand felt the front of my pants for some sign of life.
"I knew it," he said.
"What?" I said, finally giving it up.
"You're as horny as I am. I knew you'd be on a hard."
"I was afraid I was hurting you," I said. "I'm not used to someone being that aggressive. I couldn't keep my teeth out of the way."
"I like a little pain with my pleasure. I told you, I'm a wrestler. We can take it even when it gets rough."
"I bet you can," I said, as he squeezed me through my pants.
"Maybe I'll give you some place nice and warm to put that a little later," he said, giving me a big smile.
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