Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2002 14:11:41 EDT
From: Writersrealmmm@aol.com
Subject: Train Trip 2

Train Trip
Chapter 2
Making Your Connection

By:  Rick Beck

	I must have fallen asleep between the main course and dessert.
When I woke up my head was in his lap.  His hand was on my chest.

	"You awake?" I heard a voice say.

	"What?" I said, clearing the cobwebs.

	"You awake?"  Bobby asked, speaking closely into my ear.

	I could feel he was up to.  It was pressed on my cheek with only
that smooth fabric of his uniform pants and his jock separating it from me.
I didn't have a clue what time it was but except for one errant light at
the back of our coach, it was dark everywhere I looked.

	"Yeah, don't you sleep?"

	He carefully felt my chest and stopped at each of my nipples to
make little circles while he examined the contours.

	"Not so much when I'm with someone.  You got a nice one," he said,
still leaning toward my ear each time he spoke.

	"You too," I said, speaking to the protrusion in his pants.

	"Chest.  You've got a nice chest.  I like chests," he said.  "When
I wrestle, I like getting my arms around a guy to feel how strong his chest
is.  It's even better when he feels mine.  I like legs and arms but chests
are the best."

	"Basic training takes all the wrinkles out of your body," I said.

	"I might join the military," Bobby said without bending to my ear.

	His hand moved down to the front of my pants.  If I wasn't hard
before he touched it, I was shortly thereafter.  It wasn't the old grope
and run that I got in the barracks.  Bobby liked it and he knew what he
liked.  He leaned forward to hug me against his body.

	"I've got to piss. I don't want to go alone. You have to piss?" he
asked, leaving a kiss on my ear.

	"Sure," I said.  "I'll have to put my uniform back on."

	"Shit!  No one knows those are Navy pants.  Just pull your T-shirt
out and you'll look like the rest of us.  Besides, no one is up this time
of night."

	There were five seats with people in them as the front of the car
as we worked our way to the toilets that were down a flight of stairs at
the end of the car.  He had a hold of the front of my pants and my erection
before we got through the door.

	There'd been only one lost weekend when I got something more than a
hand job since joining up.  We were all so drunk I wasn't sure who I had
fucked, although he was.  Bobby had made me an offer a little earlier that
I wasn't about to refuse.  I had no clue when the next time would come and
I doubted I'd ever luck into anyone that looked like him or was as nicely
put together.

	The bathroom wasn't very big but it was big enough for the two of
us.  I didn't let him turn around when we got inside, I used my hand inside
his elastic waistband and pushed his pants down to his knees and pushed him
forward over the sink as I was getting myself out.  He didn't protest in
the least but he handed me a foil package that he had in his hand.

	He had the same think in mind as I did all along.  I felt his solid
shapely ass and got myself ready.  He turned long enough to slobber on my
weapon and then he hoarsely spoke.

	"Wet my hole for me.  That gets me going."

	He didn't need to say more.  I was so hot for him I'd have done
anything to get hooked up.  I kneeled and licked past the tiny black hairs
and into the brown spot that showed no sign of resisting me, no matter my
demand.  His hand held my head gently as it roamed his cleft.  He smelled
no less sweet no matter when I put my mouth.  I did move his jock pouch
enough to swallow one and than the other ball.  His sac was protected with
fine dark hairs but nothing gross or distracting.

	The only sounds were the ones he made while I used my mouth on him
and the ones I made while I used my mouth on him.  The rocking and rolling
and clacking of the wheels had blended into some space in my mind in a way
that made them mute.  The light was a bit harsh for love making, but as
with cigarettes in the service, smoke 'em if you got 'em, came to mind, and
I had him exactly where I wanted him.

	He stayed very still for the entry.  I slid my arms up around him,
remembering to hold and feel his chest.  By putting my hands up under his
shirt, I got to feel his warm smooth skin and his tight hard muscles.  It
was the most magnificent blend of tough and tender I'd ever experienced.
By the time I regained my senses about myself, we were meeting each other
thrust for thrust.  His ass was as vigorous as my dick and he made no bones
about the fact he loved getting fucked.

	Our sucking had been soft and easy as we coaxed our passion from
one another.  It was a bit awkward but mostly a thing of convenience.
There is only so much you can do in the middle of a train car after all.
Now we had gone to the bottom of the world and there was no need to temper
our lust.  I was just amazed that I found someone that liked getting fucked
as much as I liked fucking.

	I worked my arms up in front of his chest and clasped my hands on
his shoulders.  This gave me leverage enough to drive all the way inside
him with each thrust.  His gapping mouth left slobber on the red sink top
as it moved to my pace.  He kept his eyes closed and had the most
magnificent look of joy on his face.  I spent some time watching his face
in the mirror as I appreciated his ass for him as well.

	I lasted for some time, only because I had already dispatch a load
earlier in the evening.  Each time his tight ring started to milk my cum
out of me, I changed the pacing, slowed to his sorrow, and once I regained
my control, I found I was able to go even more vigorously.  Even with all
that self-control, it was only a few minutes before I was lying across his
back as I finished the merger while losing my head.

	While I leaned hard against the sink, Bobby slipped my grasp and
leaned against the compartment wall.  His dick was thrust out beside the
pouch as he beat up on it.  The tip turned cherry red and it's width and
girth increased as he coaxed it.  His dark bush was a wonderful accent to
the whiteness of his skin.  There were purple veins throbbing in his shaft
and the pinkish white skin came up to cover part of the shinny head as his
fist punished it vigorously with strong strokes until the white streams
were propelled outward.

	The first and second leaped well beyond me and almost to the far
wall, falling harmlessly onto the floor.  He arched his back, leaned his
head against the wall, and pumped away until he went dry and weak.  I'd
never seen anyone jerk off so convincingly in front of me.  Bobby was the
real deal for sure.  He knew how to get where he needed to go and I was
glad he had taken me with him.

	"Oh, man.  That's it for a while," he said, using paper towels to
mop up the floor after doing his hand.

	He flipped his jock pouch back in place and pulled his pants off
his knees.  I was still hanging out of my zipper but I had deposited the
used rubber in the toilet.  He held my limp package and felt it with his
thumb.

	"That's so nice," he said.  "It's just fat enough and plenty long
to do the job.  I'd say you've done that before?"

I heard the question in his voice.  I was a bit worn and didn't want to get
into my true confession in the toilet of a racing train.

	"Uh huh!  You?"

	"Uh huh," he said, tucking me away and carefully zipping me up.  "I
need some rest after that.  You are hell."

	When I woke up he was curled up in the seat next to the window.  I
felt his hand in mine and wondered how I had gotten so lucky.  While I knew
this was ninety- percent sex and relief and ten- percent emotional
connection, there was something quite different about Bobby.  Since I'd
been in the military, it was hit and run most of the time.  Once you came
you went.

	It isn't very smart letting too many guys know too much about what
you like and it's best not to let the guys who know what you like know who
you are.  This limits the amount of affection you can share.  I had a hunch
that it was the affection Bobby offered that had me attracted to him in a
big way.  On base you were limited at best, some times there was a lonely
figure in the showers late at night, but mostly on an all day or weekend
pass, you got it taken care of whatever way you could find.

	The one thing you knew for sure was that a lot of guys were looking
to take care of the same problem.  When you kept your eyes open, you
noticed opportunities when they came up.  It's the best you could do until
you got away from the military.  Even going from place to place there were
opportunities that arise.  Guys looking for it if only for a few minutes.
We were everywhere as far as I could tell.

	"You hungry?"  He asked, squeezing my hand to bring me out of my
reflection.

	"Starved," I said, looking at his bare shoulders and arched back
before he started to uncurl himself out of the seat.

	"Me too.  I could eat a horse.  No offense.  You'd do just fine
only I need more than pure protein to keep me going.

	He got down his bag and got out a smaller bag saying, "I didn't
shower after my match yesterday.  A little deodorant might work," he said.

	"You don't need it," I said.  "I should know."

	"I shower two or three times a day.  I'm obsessed with clean.  I
think it's because I'm in physical contact with guys for hours every day.
The funny thing is I like my opponents to smell.  Not reek but smell like
men, you know?"

	"I've never wrestled," I said.

	"Could have fooled me.  I've been ridden by the best, in wrestling
that is, and you hold your own with any of them."

	"I'm afraid I had an advantage over them.  I was inside."

	"A few of them wanted to be.  I'm sure of that," Bobby said,
smiling as he put his uniform jacket on over his tank top.

	"I bet," I said.

	"Let's eat."

	The porter remembered us, and he put us at a table in the corner of
the car.  He seemed resigned to walking the extra distance but we'd left
him five bucks and he probably remembered how Bobby ate.  There was no
doubt the food service would be on the profit side of the margin on this
trip.

	He ordered pancakes, eggs, ham, and cereal.  I ordered coffee and
pancakes because they were cheap and probably hard to ruin.

	"Do you always eat like this?"  I asked.

	"Me?"  He said, lifting his shirt and pinching his non-existent
flat belly.  "You think I'm getting fat?"

	"No!  There's no fat on you but the way you eat."

	"Got to keep up my strength.  You don't want me to sleep the rest
of the trip do you?"

	"I have a hunch there is no chance of that," I said, smiling
pleasantly when he looked over at me.

	"How is it you're so receptive?"  I asked.

	"I don't know.  Because I like it?  You mean getting fucked right?"

	"Well, I was thinking about that but I didn't want to be that
blunt."

	"Sorry!  I had an uncle that liked me a lot.  I spent a lot of time
with him when I was younger.  Then one day I strolled into the coach's
office and the new assistant -- student assistant -- was getting ready to
shower.  He had this really fat cock.  I mean when it was soft it was fat.
Wasn't very long.  He saw me staring at it like it was a full coarse meal.
One thing led to another and we started rooming together on road trips."

	"You just blew him?"  I asked, getting hard just thinking about his
lips on me.

	"Yeah, he was engaged.  Wouldn't fuck me.  That was too weird for
him.  As long as I'd swallow his dick he was happy.  It took some doing the
first few times.  No one had given him that action since he was thirteen
and it started to get too fat.  Wasn't very long though, not that that
mattered a bit."

	"What we did last night.  That wasn't your first time?"

	"Wasn't yours either," he protested.  "I told you I had an uncle.
That's what he taught me.  There was a guy at an away meet in high school.
I went to go to the bathroom after my match.  I'm a lightweight so most of
the matches go on for a long time after I'm done for the day.  Sometimes I
wander around if I get restless.  This one time another wrestler from
another school was doing the same thing.  We hooked up in one of the booths
in an out of the way bathroom.  He was wild.  That's when I knew to look
for guys.  Didn't find them too often, but when I did it was worth the
wait.  Wrestles tend to get into body contact."

	"I bet," I said.  "What happens once we get to San Diego."

	"We go back to what we were doing before," he said, looking
curious.

	"I mean we won't ever see each other again?"

	My voice was a dead giveaway.  I hadn't met anyone that made me
feel like Bobby made me feel.  Maybe it was a passing fancy, but what if it
wasn't?  What if this was a guy I could really love.  I wanted to know
where he lived so I could look him up.

	"UI," he said.  "Bobby Temple out of Louisville.  I stay at school
most of the time.  That tell you what you want to know?"

	"Yeah," I said, amazed that it was so easy.

	"Well?"

	"Well what?"

	"Do I get to know who you are?  It might help if you call or come
by."

	"I'll give you my military address and the information from home
before we get to San Diego."

	"Cool.  Does that mean we're going to date?"

	"I'm in the freakin' military and you're in school.  That's a long
distance affair."

	"Not often I meet someone like you," he said.  "My uncle was the
last guy I went with on a regular bases that way."

	"Your coach?"

	"He's getting married.  I just keep him in shape for his girl.
Funny how a guy like that can explain away a guy like me so easily when I'd
give my left nut for him."

	"It's the way it is, Bobby.  If you want to stay safe you go along
with the crowd."

	"Fuck that.  If I get married it will be because I fall in love.  I
sure as hell won't be letting some dude swallow my dick while telling my
girl I love her."

	"You might get married?"  I asked.

	"I don't know what I'll do.  I'll do what suits me, you know?  Guys
aren't exactly knocking my door down.  We sneak a little here a little
there but I'm not going to do that all my life.  I can't stay on trains
hoping to find what I'm looking for."

	"What are you looking for?"  I asked as our pancakes were served.

	"Not anything I've found.  I want more.  I've gotten by so far.
It's been okay but once I'm out of school, I'll want a permanent deal of
some kind."

	"Well, I'll give you my information.  I'll write and give you my
phone once I'm settled in.  We're on ship some of the time.  You can email
me.  Come out on break."

	"Locked up with a thousand guys in the middle of the ocean.  That's
incredible," he said, smiling from ear to ear after leaving a milk mustache
on his lips as he dug into the pancakes after drowning them in syrup and
butter.

	"I'd rather be locked up anywhere with you," I said, having lost
interest in my food.

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