Hot Train Ride

Author’s Note:  My last story “Hot Train Ride” was based on a true story, at least in parts.  I’ve penned a sequel in two chapters that is admittedly fantasy.  Hope you enjoy it!

We got into DC by early Friday afternoon.  It was a typical muggy hot August afternoon in the Nation's Capital.  I retrieved my rental car at DC’s Union Station and headed directly to my Airbnb near Logan Circle.  I was a Soul Cycle addict and always looked for comfy basement apartments steps away from 14th Street, the spinning studio and the city’s lively Gayborhood.  I had exchanged mobile numbers with those muscle hunks, Matt and Joey but hadn’t made any commitment to join them for a “private match” with “stakes” over the weekend.  My morning had been quite eventful--getting to fuck the bigger muscle stud, Joey, in the Acela restroom only to be skull-fucked by him shortly afterwards.  Matt had made sure of that.  I could still taste the bodybuilder's cum in my mouth, and my cock twitched with memories of the hot and wholly unexpected scene that had unfolded in the bathroom.  I had never had public sex before.  

I was of two minds about the private match idea.  My ass would be on the line, literally.  I don’t bottom very often.  I’m open to it with the right guy but normally I’m the one drilling another guy.  I guess that makes me the proverbial "vers top," bordering on total top.  My 7” cut cock isn’t the largest but it’s better than average and my upward curve seems to hit my partners’ glands just right.  Yeah, I can be cocky in my own way, although Matt and Joey had made me their cock whore in that bathroom.

As I drove, my phone buzzed with an incoming text.  I didn’t check it and kept on driving.  But I wondered who it was.  I turned my mini-SUV rental onto 15th street and headed north.  I sped past R and S Streets and slowed when I came to Swann Street, turning right and praying for an open parking spot on the block.  14th Street was at the end of the block, and Soul Cycle was just another couple of blocks north near U Street.  “Yes!” I said with relief as I spied a space halfway down the block.  I parallel parked and realized I was only steps away from my Airbnb.  Perfect!

After parking, I picked up my phone and opened my messages.  The first text I saw was from the leaner but domineering stud Matt, “So Daddy!  We’re staying at Dale's Logan Circle basement apartment.  It’s on R Street between 13th and 14th.  How about that private match?  I was wrong about mats.  He’s got a fucking ring set up in the basement.  Dude, it would be so fun!”  

I realized I hadn’t told them my name was Vinny.  (Yeah, a blonde Vinny.  Most people thought I should have black hair and an olive-skinned body.  Not so.)  Matt and Joey knew me only as “Daddy,” but it kind of fit, too.  I was in my early 50s, with a muscled athletic body, including a 46” chest and 18” biceps.  I was smooth except for my cropped dirty blonde pit hair and treasure trail descending to my trimmed pubes.  I had a nicely shaped mushroom head capping my 7” cock. 

I was intrigued by the idea of wrestling one of these studs.  After what had gone down in the Acela bathroom, I wanted to own Matt’s ass.  I loved taking down an alpha.  And Matt was a fucking beautiful one.  He was a ginger blonde around 5’10” and 175 pounds.  I was bigger at 6’1” and 185 pounds.  I had seen his 8” cut cock dripping cum and saliva after skull fucking Joey.  Yeah, I wanted to defeat the kid and pound him with my hard Daddy cock, teaching him a lesson.

But, but but, I thought to myself.  These studs were obviously much more experienced at wrestling than me.  I had grappled with several guys on mats but had been in a wrestling ring only a handful of times.  I might be over my head with these hunks.  If so, I would be the one getting fucked.  What to do?  My cock was fully hard in my shorts so it was voting “yes.”  I sighed and looked back at my device.  Then I began typing a message.  “Got your message.  What’s the address on R Street?  What time are you thinking about this weekend?  Are you serious about ‘stakes’?”  

I could see from the flashing dots on my screen that Matt was typing a response.  “We’re in the basement apartment at 1425 R Street.  Our host Dale lives upstairs.  Thinking tonite around 5:00 p.m.  Maybe grab dinner after and/or hit a gay bar like Trade on 14th Street.  Definitely serious about ‘stakes.’  And you’ll be facing me.”  Matt had ended the text with eggplant and peach emojis.   Pleased I’d have a chance to put the punk in his place, I typed my response, “Ok, that works.  I know you said the matches would be in the nude but shouldn’t we wear Speedos or singlets, at least at the beginning?”  The muscle hunk got back to me moments later.  “Great and sure I’ll gear up in a Speedo at the start of the match.  Btw, it’s NHB or ‘no holds barred,’ winner by KO or submission.  Get ready to get fucked.”  Oh man, I thought, what was I getting myself into?  

I had brought a bright blue Speedo with me to wear at the swimming pool of the health club I frequented over in Foggy Bottom.  Luckily, I had a few hours to prepare for the NHB match against Matt.  I headed over to the gym for a weight lifting and cardio workout.  Being bigger and perhaps even stronger than the ginger blonde hunk, I felt I stood a better chance against him than Joey.  And maybe my body would be more intimidating to the cocky punk if I was pumped up.

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At ten minutes to 5:00 p.m., I found myself walking down 14th Street to R Street.  I was dressed in a black tank top with tight fitting blue jeans.  I was wearing my Speedo underneath the jeans.  It was still blazing hot and sweat dripped from my forehead and made my bare shoulders glisten.  I still wasn’t sure this was a good idea but there was no backing out now. 

When I reached 1425 R Street a few minutes later, I walked down the short flight of steps to the basement apartment and rang the doorbell.  Shortly thereafter, the door opened.  “Hey Daddy!” said Matt with a hint of mischieviousness.  The cocky young Dom was shirtless and my eyes were immediately drawn to his defined smooth pecs and washboard abs.  Up close, I guessed his pecs were about the same size as my 46” ones.  His biceps were probably 17 or 18”.  So close to mine.  He was geared up in an orange Speedo.  His blue eyes and ginger stubble made me horny as fuck.  My 7” cut cock started to swell inside my Speedo.  Then a shirtless Joey in a black Speedo appeared right behind Matt.  “Hey dude, glad you made it,” the bigger muscle hunk said with a wink.  The guy had winked at me for most of our Acela train ride.  “Yes,” I responded sounding enthusiastic, “This is kinda crazy but I love wrestling muscle boys!  Let’s see that ring!”  

The two studs grinned and ushered me into the apartment.  We went down a long hallway to a backroom.  Sure enough the room contained a wrestling ring, complete with metal steps and apron outside the ropes.  The ring was not quite as big as a pro one but it was plenty large enough.

Matt clapped my left shoulder, “Ok, Daddy, time to see who’s the alpha and who’s the bitch!”  I wasn’t going to allow the kid to intimidate me so I taunted back “Yeah, I hope you prepped cause your hole’s gonna take quite a pounding when this match is over.”  Matt snickered “We’ll see Daddy…we’ll see.”  Joey winked at me, something he had done repeatedly on the train ride.  I asked “Where’s your host for the weekend?”  Matt responded “Oh, Dale?  He’ll be along…I imagine.”  Not sure what he meant by that cryptic comment, I arched my brow then peeled off my tank top and stripped out of my jeans.  I walked up the metal steps and slid between the top and middle ropes into the ring.  Matt followed while Joey moved to a couch outside the ring.  

I noticed Joey’s right hand was buried inside the front of his black Speedo, probably adjusting his beer can cock.  Maybe I had given him a hard on.  I adjusted my own semi as memories of my being face fucked in the Acela bathroom with that monster dick flooded back.  With those memories, however, came desires for revenge against Matt who had repeatedly slammed my mouth down on Joey’s fat cock.  He had turned me into Joey’s beta bitch.  I wanted payback.  

Matt and I took up positions in opposite corners.  The leanly muscled ginger hunk’s 8” cut cock was also semi-hard inside his orange Speedo.  It jumped a bit as Matt bounced from one foot to the other.  The muscle stud stopped and placed both arms behind his head, revealing his shaved pits.

I noticed a bell attached to the top of the ring post in Matt’s corner.  He said “Here we go,” as he reached for the rope dangling from the bell.  DING!  DING!  DING!  I took a deep breath and moved towards center ring.  Matt moved out as well.  He held his arms out and we engaged in a classic elbow and collar lock-up.  Being taller by at least three inches and heavier by ten pounds, I was able to push the punk backwards.  He tried to resist but soon I had him backed up against the corner turnbuckles.  I released my grip and immediately sent my right knee up into his eight pack.  THWACK!  “Ooof!”  The kid bent forward trying to protect his abs but I sent my left knee directly into his balls.  SQUISH!  “Uuuggghhhh!!!” he cried out and fell to his knees in the corner holding his nuts. 

I leaned down and grabbed the ginger blonde hair sitting atop his head.  With his fade cut, there was nothing to grab on either side of his face.  I dragged him to his feet, then wrapped my right forearm around his neck and sprang both of us forward before SLAMMING his face into the canvas in a BULL DOG.  SPLAT!  Matt flopped around the mat ending up on his back, spread-eagled, and twitching.  Not a bad start, I thought to myself as I stood over the cocky alpha and double bi-flexed down at him, exposing my dirty blonde pit hair.  My 7” cut cock had become rock hard and I took a moment to adjust it inside my bright blue Speedo.  This was a piece of cake so far.

I detected out of my peripheral vision that Joey had moved from the couch to the ring apron in Matt’s corner.  “Fucking stay out of this!” I barked at the black-haired muscle stud, “Or you’ll get fucked again!”  Joey just smirked at me.  Matt’s body had stopped twitching and I leaned down, grabbed a fistful of his ginger blonde top and dragged him up.  I locked on a SIDE HEADLOCK and began cranking it hard.  “Uugghh!” the lean muscle boy grunted as his hands flailed helplessly.  I stomped towards my corner, yanking the reluctant ginger hunk with me.  When we arrived, I raised his head up then SLAMMED his cocky alpha face into the top turnbuckle.  BANG!  “Aagghh!” he yelled.  He stumbled backwards from the corner into my waiting arms.  I scooped him up against my abs, then rocked forward and back a couple of times, before heaving his body up and over me an OVER THE BELLY SUPLEX.  BAM!  “Uuggghhh!”  The ring shook hard as Matt flopped onto his chest then onto his back.  My hard on was raging as I dominated the hunk.  I wanted to pummel his cocky alpha ass with my thick 7” cock, just like I had pounded Joey on the train.

The ginger hunk slowly got up onto one knee.  I started to advance on him but he turned and half crawled to his corner, then tagged Joey’s outstretched hand.  “What the fuck?” I exclaimed, “You didn’t say this was 2 on 1!”  Joey slid into the ring as Matt rolled under the bottom rope.  The bigger muscle stud stared at me.  He had green gray eyes.  His 50” pecs were pumped.  They were lightly covered in black hair.  He had a treasure trail that disappeared into his black Speedo.  My eyes were drawn immediately to his swollen bulge.  I knew firsthand what lay underneath.  

In a matter of seconds, I had lost my height and weight advantages.  He was a tad taller and at least 15 pounds heavier than me.  Maybe I was faster?  Joey shook his head—letting his black curls fly around his ruggedly handsome face momentarily—then, snickering, advanced towards me.

(To be continued.)