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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