Train Trip Trick

From: Rick Beck

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 are 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 ignore 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 and 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 objected 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 on 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 porter’s 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. His 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 difficulty. 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 lies 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 our 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 eyed 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.

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 in 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 thing 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 dispatched 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 its 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 its 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 likes 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. Wrestlers 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 tells 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 basis 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.