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My balls ached! Since I got on this “love train” a little over two hours ago, I have been sucked and was sucked by a blond hunk from the coach, and also blew the steward who arrived at the door when Frank’s ass bounced on the call button next to the door as I was sucking him off in my roomette. I followed that up by jerking off as Frank plowed the steward’s ass. What an afternoon! But definitely time for a break. Stupid rules! Frank, who had paid for a coach seat, couldn’t eat in the sleeper car’s dining room with me, and since I had a roomette in the sleeper car, I couldn’t eat in the coach section’s dining car with him. Neither of us could eat with Geordy, who wasn’t allowed to fraternize with the clientele! Shit, we had just sucked and fucked together, but we couldn’t be seated together in the same dining car! I had a great meal and, truth be known, was glad to have some time to myself. I needed to sort things out in my mind. I was given a three-week train pass with unlimited stops so I could see a bit of the country and ‘have some fun’ as my aunt put it. She paid for the ticket, and I was certainly not going to refuse the offer. I had finished my first year at college with good marks, and had recently turned eighteen. (Doing the math? Would it help if I told you I had skipped kindergarten, and graduated from high school before my seventeenth birthday?) I’d known for several years that I was attracted to guys. As a kid, I had a few jerk-off sessions with some of my friends, but we each did ourselves; you didn’t touch another guy’s cock where I came from. I wanted to, and I think the other guys, or at least some of them, did too, but we lived in a small town and word would get around if you were careless. There were a few obvious queers at school and they often got the shit beaten out of them. They got their share of cock too, often from the same guys that would later beat them up in the gym locker room and call them faggots and stuff like that on the streets or at the bowling alleys. No way I was going to go that route. College was a bit better, but I was young looking, and guys steered clear of me for the most part, especially when they found out I was only seventeen. A couple of them said, “wait till next year, kid. We’re going to fuck your ass as soon as it turns legal.” We’d jerk off together, but no one sucked me and I never sucked anyone else, not till today, not till Frank. And I’d only seen ass fucking on a porno video at college until today. Mind you, I didn’t get a great look at Frank doing it. I was occupied you see, sucking Geordy’s cock while Frank was plowing him from behind. But once Geordy blew and I got my head out of there, I saw the grand finale and jerked off while watching Frank do it. Geordy didn’t stay too long afterwards, but said he would come back if I pressed the call button. Who knows? I might try him later in the evening. But Frank went to get his stuff from coach and moved it to my roomette before we went to our separate suppers. He was going to spend the night with me. The bed was small, but who intended to sleep anyway? He’d reach his destination early in the morning, and he could sleep when he got home. The waiter took my order and brought me my meal but I was deep in thought and hardly noticed him. Not until dessert, that is. By then, I had stopped this confounded thinking and was ready to watch the world again. And what a dessert he would have been! He was tall, lean, clean-shaven, with dark curly hair. He wore glasses, but they looked good on him, sort of intellectual, sort of sexy. He had a nice face, sort of a creamy dreamy white, but not pale - not sickly pale anyway. Probably didn’t get a lot of sun, working on the train all day and not getting any tan, that’s all. I noticed his eyes as he was writing down my dessert order: dark, deeper set than mine, with longer lashes too. You don’t often notice a guy’s eye lashes, but you’d notice his. Deep dark pools with those long lashes! Girls I know would kill to have them. The train was sort of rocking now as it was going around a long turn. The waiter was a bit unsteady and leaned into my seat to steady himself. I looked at his crotch that was about eye level, and where the arm of the chair pressed against the fabric, you could see the outline of his cock hidden underneath. Sore balls or no, I was getting a hard-on. “You want cream with that?” he asked. I said, “I sure do!” He was talking about the ginger cake, but I was talking about his cock. I wondered if he knew? I looked up and I could see a hint of a smile on his face, but no other indication that he thought anything untoward about my comment. If he’d seen where I was looking when he said it, I’m sure he would have twigged. The waiter brought my dessert along a minute or so later, and I ate it in silence. I was watching him closely now, watching his ass as he bent over to retrieve a spoon dropped by another passenger at another table. He cast me a glance as he went past to get a clean fork, and his leg rubbed against me as he passed me again on the way back. When he came with the bill, he rubbed his hands on his apron, pressing the fabric tight enough that I could see that he had the makings of a hard-on under it. I looked up and he smiled. I smiled back. My cock immediately sprung to attention, all signs of the previous soreness gone as passion swept in to replace it. I handed him my card and he looked at my name on it. “Hope you enjoyed your meal, Bill. I can call you Bill, can’t I?” “You can call me anything anytime,” I replied, and tried to flash him a ‘come-hither’ smile. It must have worked ‘cause he got the message. “I finish this meal service at eight-thirty and I don’t get to my station till nine-thirty,” the waiter said. “Gonna be around? Perhaps we could have a drink together, in the lounge?” “Or maybe in my room,” I suggested. “I’ll be there at eight-thirty,” he said. “I’m Tommy, by the way.” “See you at eight-thirty Tommy,” I said. As I got up from the table, the bulge in my jeans was very noticeable. Tommy smiled and said, “Keep that thought till I cum by.” Back in the room, I thought some more about Tommy’s promised visit. Would he come if Frank were here? Would he want to take on the two of us? Possibly not, He would only have an hour, probably less. Gotta get rid of Frank for an hour or so then. How to do it? I thought for a few more minutes, then pressed the buzzer. Geordy knocked at the door a moment later. “It’s not locked,” I said, and Geordy opened the door and came in. He must have thought I wanted to take him up on his offer for more sex, because he started to tell me that he was just about to do his rounds, pulling down upper berths, making beds, etc. I said that’s okay, but I needed an hour to myself, no Frank. He smiled. “Gees, but you can pick ’em up faster ’n a whore on Main Street,” he said. I thought he might have meant it as an insult, but when I saw him smile, I know he was admiring me, not criticizing me. “I’ll divert Frank,” he said. “Shouldn’t be too hard,” he grinned. “Till what time?” “Till we stop, about 9:30 or so.” “No problem. Want us both to come then?” “That’d be cool,” I answered. “Fuckin’ hot, not cool,” he laughed as he left the roomette. So Frank would be taken care off. The field would be open for a session with Tommy. I washed and shaved and changed my underwear - the other pair was covered with pecker tracks - before there was a knock at my door. I looked at my watch: 8:30 on the button. I turned the handle, and Tommy came in. He carried a small bag - his apron and stuff, I figured. “So, where’s that drink?” he asked as he closed the door behind him and locked it. I reached into my bag and pulled out a small bottle of dark rum. “No mix,” I said. “Don’t need it,” he said. He took the top off the bottle and raised it to his lips. I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he took a healthy swallow. Then he passed the bottle to me. “Sit,” I said. He sat beside me and, perhaps because he knew we had so little time, he went straight to the point. He pressed his hand into my crotch and began to massage it with slow, gentle movements. I put the bottle aside and reached over to return the favour. His cock was already semi hard, and mine was stiffening fast under his ministrations. It was not long before we were humping ourselves into a lying position, our hips grinding into each other as our lips met and we kissed. It was not to be a long kiss, though. Tommy reached down and started to pull my zipper down. “Let’s see what you got to offer,” he said, turning his head to look down to where my cock and balls were being exposed. “Nice piece of meat,” he said. “Wanna see mine?” I did want to see his, and I was not long in uncovering it. By then, he had the buttons on my shirt undone, and was opening his own. Then he pressed back into me, our bodies touching, and I felt the heat from him. He reached down between us and took my cock in his hand. “A hand job, or do you want to suck?” he said. I’d sucked my first cock earlier that day, as I told you, and was anxious to do it again. “Suck,” I said. “Turn this way then,” he said, and we moved into a 69 position. The bed was kind of small, as I said before, so it was not easy, but seconds later I had his meat in my mouth and he was sucking on my balls. Frank hadn’t done that, and I liked it a lot. First one ball, then the other was sucked into his warm, moist mouth. He alternated them a few more times before he left them to climb up the main shaft and take my six-inch rock-hard throbbing cock into his mouth. I was already working on his, which were slightly bigger than mine, as were the other two I’d seen that day, but that’s all right. I’d rather suck a bigger one than a smaller one any day. We worked each other’s cocks with out teeth and tongues, and lips, drawing away so that we could suck the precum out of the piss hole, then plunging down to feel cock hairs tickling our noses. Every move he made, I made too. As he picked up speed and increased the pressure, so did I. We were riding this wave together, higher and faster, practically breathing together, and the proof of it was that we blew our loads at almost the same moment. Tommy filled my mouth with his cum only seconds before my first spurt hit the back of his throat. I was convulsing with pleasure, shooting spurt after spurt of cum, and he sucked it all up, as I did for him. I was mad-hungry for his cock and didn’t want it to soften, but it did. I licked it like a lollipop, and never lost a drop of cum. He did the same to me. “Fuck, that was nice,” he said, when he had at last dropped my cock from his hot, moist mouth. He took his own soft cock in his hand, squeezed one more drop of cum out of it, which I immediately licked up, and then slapped my face with his flaccid member. “Thanks,” he said. “I needed that release. I’ve been on my feet since before seven this morning.” “No problem,” I said. Tommy looked at his watch. It was almost 9:15 and he had to get ready to get off at his station. I reached out and rubbed my hand on his crotch once more before he made a move to leave. “Do this often?” I asked. “I try to connect every night,” he answered honestly. “Sometimes, like tonight, I do, and sometimes I don’t. I go home and jerk off those nights, but it’s not as much fun.” “Glad I could oblige,” I said. “Cum again sometime. I might be traveling back this way in a couple of weeks.” I travel east one day, west the next,” he said. “Who knows? I hope we can make it again too, but mostly I get one-night stands. No commitments. I get my rocks off and go home. That’s all.” The train was beginning to slow down as we were reaching his station. “Well, I’ll look for you,” I said. “And I’ll look for you,” he replied. Then he left.