Hot Train Ride
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Author’s Note: This story is based on a true story, at least in parts. I’ll let the reader decide which parts are true and which embellished. Have fun reading it!
Bleary-eyed, I boarded the 7:00 a.m. train from New York to Washington, DC. I had stayed up too late the night before and regretted it when my alarm buzzed at 5:00 a.m. The cocktails and wine at dinner hadn’t helped either. But I had made it to the Moynihan Train Station at Eighth Avenue and 33rd Street and downed a cup of black coffee before heading to my gate. I rode the escalator down to the train tracks and followed the crowd until I saw the First Class car. I treated myself to First Class, which included a decent breakfast, on these early morning trips to DC. I’d eat, watch a wrestling video or maybe edit one of my stories unless I was lulled to sleep by the train vibrations.
Upon entering the train car, I walked a few paces to my reserved seat. I couldn’t help but notice two muscle hunks, probably in their early 20s, sitting side by side each other opposite and just behind my seat. The guy seated on the aisle was bigger and wearing a dark gray tank top and black gym shorts. His biceps were impressive and my cut cock took notice. He had a ruggedly handsome face with longish black curls. I dared not stare so I wasn’t sure of his eye color. His leaner buddy was wearing a fitted light gray t-shirt and blue gym shorts. He had a stylish fade cut. The hair color was somewhere between blonde and ginger. He was the more handsome of the two. If I had to guess, he was about 5’10” and weighed around 175 pounds. His bigger companion had to be 6’2” and closer to 200 pounds. Both were in top shape, with well-defined bodies as best as I could tell. I thought maybe they were personal trainers. They dressed the part.
I lifted my suitcase and placed it in the overhead compartment before taking off my back pack and putting it on the floor in front of my seat. I plopped down but had a feeling the two studs were watching me from behind. Or maybe I just hoped they were. I ordered coffee and settled in. I hadn’t expected such eye candy in First Class, which normally was occupied by workaholic businessmen. I was such a businessman—a lawyer actually—but today I was wearing a blue polo shirt and tan shorts. I was headed to DC for pleasure, not business. In my early 50s, I had short blonde hair and blue eyes. A few silver hairs had appeared but they matched the color of my mustache and goatee. I stood 6’1” and weighed 185 pounds. I was fit for my age, doing about four strength and four cardio workouts each week. That plus some yoga too. My athletic body was smooth except for a dirty blonde treasure trail beginning below my belly button and leading to my cropped pubes of the same color. I kept my somewhat darker armpit hair trimmed short.
Every so often I’d glance sideways and behind me to steal a look at the studs’ physiques. Both seemed laser focused on their devices and I wondered what apps occupied their attention. I noticed the bigger guy had tattoos covering most of his forearms. They were seated behind a table so it was impossible to get a glance at their bulges. I could make out their muscled legs under the table. My lascivious thoughts were interrupted by the server who asked for my breakfast order. “The omelette, please,” I said before opening up my laptop and connecting to the WiFi. I found my YouTube app and scrolled through the various clips. At least half of them were of professional wrestling matches. The app knew well my kink for muscle studs in tight Speedos throwing each other around a ring. I got especially horny seeing an alpha male wrestler dominated and humiliated. After slipping on my PowerBeats, I found a vintage match and pressed play.
“You like wrestling?” a voice asked from behind me. I turned to see the bigger hunk grinning. He had been able to observe what I was watching on my laptop. I must have looked surprised or flustered. Then he winked at me. I stuttered “Uh, yeah….I do.” “So do I,” the guy said, “In fact, that’s what Matt here and I do. We wrestle in an independent fed.” “Oh,” I responded, regaining my composure, “You guys look like you’re in great shape for it.” The guy winked for a second time. Was he flirting with me? His buddy Matt looked up from his device. He said “Thanks, man, Joey and I are headed to DC for some private matches this weekend.” “Private?” I asked, arching my brow. “Yeah, some dude hired us to wrestle on mats in his Logan Circle basement apartment.” He paused, then added “In the nude. For stakes. If you know what I mean.” “Oh wow,” I said without thinking and both studs smirked. “You ever wrestle?” Joey asked. “Uh, a little but I’m very much an amateur,” I replied. I looked back down at my laptop, feeling awkward. Fortunately, the server returned with my meal, giving me an excuse to break off the conversation.
A few minutes later, Joey stood up and moved to the seat that faced backwards directly opposite mine. I briefly glanced at his bodybuilder body and he smiled before yawning. As he did so, he raised his arms and double bi-flexed exposing his thick black armpit hair. My cock twitched again. I looked away but felt my bulge expanding. Now that Joey was opposite me, he could probably see it as well. I looked one more time over at him and he cupped his crotch. Ok, he was definitely flirting I thought. But to what end? Matt moved over to where Joey had sat on the aisle before he had changed seats. He grinned at me and I looked down once more. I tried to lose myself in the wrestling match on my computer but a few minutes later I heard moaning. Joey had reclined his seat backwards. His eyes were closed and Matt’s right foot was caressing his package. I was momentarily transfixed by the scene. Without opening his eyes, Joey purred “Fuck, man, you’re getting me worked up.” Matt’s foot was massaging the bigger’s stud’s cock and balls.
“Looks like you’re enjoying this,” Matt said to me, almost snorting. “Uh…uh,” I muttered, realizing my 7” cock was now fully erect and tenting out the front of my shorts. “It’s okay, man,” the smaller stud remarked, “It’s just a natural body reaction.” Joey opened his eyes. He said to Matt “Meet you in the head?” Matt nodded and lifted his right foot from Joey’s swollen bulge. The bigger stud rose—winked yet again at me—and ambled down the aisle towards the restroom at the end of the car. His ass jiggled as he walked and I heard Matt audibly sigh from behind me. Then he was on his feet and following Joey. My imagination began to run wild. Did they want me to follow them? Should I follow them? I managed to adjust my hard cock to make it less visibly outlined in the front of my shorts. I closed my eyes and wondered what Matt and Joey were doing.
I downed my omelette quickly then heard “Philadelphia…Union Street Station!” over the loudspeakers. The Acela slowed as it approached the station. Would I regret not following those studs? As the train rolled to a stop, I made up my mind. I rose from my seat and began to walk down the aisle towards the restroom. I wasn’t sure this was a good idea but something inside me compelled me to find out. When I reached the bathroom door, I could hear grunting and gagging sounds on the other side of the door. “Fuck yeah, take my cock, bitch!’ demanded one of the studs. But which one? Should I knock? I tried the door handle and, surprisingly, it was unlocked.
Slowly, I slid the door open just as the train began to move once more. What I saw was sexy as fuck. Joey was naked on his knees. His mouth was impaled on Matt’s cock. The smaller stud’s hands were holding onto Joey’s black hair and repeatedly ramming his dick into Joey’s throat. The blonde ginger hunk was smooth chested with nicely shaped pecs. He kept his ginger colored pubes neatly trimmed. From what I could see, Joey appeared to have some light chest hair but it was hard to tell how much. I did see his hard cock—a fat beer can about 6” long—bouncing up and down and dripping pre-cum as his alpha partner skull-fucked him roughly.
“Fuck yes!” Matt exclaimed upon seeing me, asking “Gonna fuck Joey with your Daddy cock?” He was more handsome close up, with some light ginger stubble on his otherwise boyish face. I closed the door quickly and locked it. The train was picking up speed. The car shook and vibrated as it rattled down the tracks. I steadied myself by holding onto a bar in the bathroom. Then, without answering Matt, I pulled off my polo shirt. The leaner hunk smiled appreciatively as he took in my fit muscles, including my 46” defined pecs. “Nice, Daddy, very nice,” he said.
I pulled down my shorts and black briefs, allowing my hard 7” cut cock to spring upwards. I spit on it then stroked the mushroom head and shaft to lubricate it. I noticed Matt had taken one of his hands, spat on it as well and begun fingering Joey’s hole. The bigger stud was grunting around Matt’s cock. As I approached, I could see the smaller stud had a very thick shaft. It was stretching Joey’s mouth to its limits. Every few thrusts, Matt would hold Joey’s face against his pubes, forcing his cock as far as it would go into Joey’s throat. “Fucking do it, Daddy!” Matt commanded. I nodded and crouched behind Joey. I slid my hard cock—now leaking pre-cum—up and down Joey’s ass crack. I spanked it against his white cheeks sprinkling them with cum droplets. The bigger hunk now moaned around Matt’s cock when he wasn’t gagging on his buddy’s big tool. I lined up my big cut head with Joey’s prepped hole and began to push inside.
“Oh, oh…oh, fuck!” groaned Joey. He took every inch of my manhood until my smooth balls pressed against his cheeks. “Fuck, yes,” I moaned as I let Joey adjust to my hard cock. His ass was very tight, making me wonder how often he allowed himself to be fucked. I had been surprised to see him on his knees when I opened the bathroom door. I guess I expected Matt to be the bottom. But you never know. I began to thrust my hips forward and back, fucking my hard cock into Joey’s hole. “That’s it, Daddy,” Matt said, “Fuck him hard. Make him your slutty bitch!”
I didn’t need more encouragement. I picked up the pace and was soon pounding the big stud’s canal. My balls slapped repeatedly into his beautiful ass cheeks, making almost a staccato sound in the restroom. I saw Matt’s eyes roll backwards and knew he was on the verge of orgasming. Joey grunted loudly as both his holes were filled with hard dicks. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” he shouted. I felt around his waist and found his fat hard cock. I began to stroke it, helped by the pre-cum that was dripping from his log. He started clenching down on my dick each time I thrust forward. The sensation sent shivers of pleasure throughout my body. I could barely hang on. Matt warned “I”m gonna…gonna cum!” as he held Joey’s face against his pubic bone and let his cock pulse out a load down the big hunk’s throat. His leanly muscled wrestler’s body convulsed as he yelled “Fuuuucccckkkkkk!!!!” That visual—combined with Joey’s clenches—were too much. I slammed into his ass one last time and felt my cock explode a ton of hot cum into his bowels.
“Gotta get cleaned up,” I finally uttered as I fell backwards and pulled my cock from Joey’s ass. “We’re not done,” Matt declared. He was bitch slapping Joey’s face with his wet cock. Now that it was no longer in Joey’s mouth, I guessed it was about 8" long with a perfectly shaped cut head. I was surprised he was such a Dom. Joey rolled onto his back. His beer can cock was still at attention. The fat head almost reached his belly button. The stud had a defined eight pack and mountainous pecs. Must have been 50”. He hadn’t climaxed. He looked at me and my semi-hard cock and winked. Winked! Matt snickered and demanded “Suck him off!” I wanted to do that but didn’t think I could fit the fat cock in my mouth. I kneeled between Joey’s beefy quads and licked his inner thighs and his big smooth balls. My tongue pressed into the base of his cock and then licked up the fat shaft to the mushroom head. Joey moaned, obviously loving the warm wetness of my tongue. I opened my mouth wide and barely captured the head of his cock. I swirled my tongue around the slit, ridge, and v-zone in front and tasted Joey’s salty pre-cum. But there was no way I could swallow his entire hog. I hoped I could get him to orgasm without doing so.
After several seconds of lapping around his cock head, I felt a hand on the back of my head. Matt barked “I said, suck him off!” and he shoved my mouth down on the beer can cock. “Ggggwwwooocckkkk!!!” I gagged loudly and felt my eyes watering, but Matt didn’t relent. Joey’s fat mushroom head was firmly lodged in my throat. I tried to breath through my nose. Then Joey began to buck upwards thrusting his big dick into my throat, again and again. As he did so, Matt slammed my head downwards repeatedly, making sure I was brutally face-fucked. Joey taunted “That’s it, Daddy cock whore. Swallow my big fat cock!” Matt kept pressing my mouth down onto the fat shaft. A minute later and Joey’s balls drew up. As he moaned, I felt a salty gusher in my mouth and throat. I tried to keep up with the torrent of cum but some dribbled from the corners of my mouth. “Fuck yeah!” exclaimed Matt as he finally lifted his hand from the back of my head.
“Baltimore…Baltimore Union Station!” blared the train conductor through the car’s speakers. Somehow, in the haze of fucking Joey and then being face fucked by him, I had missed Wilmington altogether. I sat back up. “Gotta get cleaned up before we make it to DC,” I said. Matt smirked, “You’re a hot Daddy. Want to join us this weekend for a private match. For stakes?”