Originally published in Playguy
magazine - June, 1992
— All aboard for steamy nonstop action —
Washington's Union Station
was all but empty as I made my way to the first-class lounge. A bag lady
shuffled across the floor in front of me, oblivious to anything going on
around her. As I entered the lounge, the receptionist stood up from
behind her desk. "Good morning, sir," she said. "How may I help you?"
"I'm going to New York on the 7:10 express," I replied as I handed her
She took it and began to verify the information on her computer. "Your
seat is 6A, Mr. Harris. Your car will be the first one outside the door
at Gate Nine. We will start boarding in about fifteen minutes. In the
meantime, help yourself to some coffee or juice from the counter behind
you. Then make yourself comfortable. This morning's papers are over by
the couch. Have a nice trip, Mr. Harris."
The receptionist returned my ticket and I made a stop at the counter for
a cup of coffee. I then headed for a seat on the couch, across from the
only other person in the lounge. He was a good looking business-type,
with a tweed jacket, white shirt, blue striped tie and gray wool slacks.
His hair was thick and black. A dark mustache complemented his chiseled,
tanned face. But his most outstanding feature was his deep blue eyes.
When this beauty looked up as I sat down, those beautiful blue eyes made
me feel as though he was looking right through me. He gave me a brief
smile, then returned to reading the newspaper.
It was exciting to be going home for the holiday break. It was the first
time since I had started school at Georgetown University that I could
visit my family. Since I had started the out-call service with my
roommate, I had made so much money pleasuring the men along Embassy Row
that I could afford to take the time off. Plus, I had finished all my
exams, so I didn't have any schoolwork to look forward to until classes
started again in January.
Never mind that I had a great vacation planned for myself. I lay my head
back on the lounge chair, closed my eyes, and began dreaming about the
time I was going to spend with Bart, a guy I had met in Washington
during the summer when he was working as a Congressional page. This
gorgeous blond hunk had shown up at one of the parties I had been
invited to in one or the northern European embassies. It turned out that
Bart's grandfather was an influential businessman in the country that
was holding the party. I had been invited because one of my regular
clients was the personal secretary to the ambassador. During the course
of the evening we "discovered" each other, and wound up spending many
pleasant hours together throughout the summer. Then Bart returned to
school in New York.
When I told him that I was coming home for the holidays, Bart invited me
to spend the time between Christmas and New Years at his parents' home
on Long Island. Now I was looking forward to seeing Bart, curled up in a
warm, cozy bed as the winds of winter blew across Long Island Sound.
Just thinking about the blond hunk and the time we would share together
got my imagination working overtime--causing a monumental erection to
press against the crotch of my jeans.
As I opened my eyes and raised my head, I noticed that the businessman
across from me was eyeing my crotch from around the edge of his
newspaper. When he glanced up and held my eye, he must have known I had
caught him in the act. He quickly returned to his newspaper, but would
occasionally steal glances when he thought I was not looking. The longer
I sat there, the more obvious it became to me that this man was
interested in more than playing peek-a-boo.
One other man entered the first class lounge and was greeted by the
receptionist. Then he took a seat on the far side of the room. I leaned
against the armrest of the lounge chair, reaching into my coat pocket to
take out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, then noticing that my
seating companion was watching my every move from behind his newspaper.
To kill time, I lit a cigarette and returned the pack and lighter to my
In less than a minute, my not-so-secret admirer lay down his newspaper
on the briefcase lying next to him and reached into the inside pocket of
his coat to get a cigarette. From a side pocket he took out an expensive
gold lighter. After lighting his cigarette, he took a long drag, then
blew the smoke out toward the ceiling. With just a glance, he looked
over to see my reaction. For a moment our eyes met. The unspoken message
was intense, but nothing was said. Then the man returned to his
Dreamily, I closed my eyes again and began to fantasize about this
beautiful man in front of me. All thoughts of Bart mysteriously
disappeared while I concentrated on daydreaming about having sex with
the businessman across from me. Would he be like so many of the others I
had been with? Or would he be something special? Would he wind up having
a small cock hiding under a paunch of fat hanging down from his belly? I
opened my eyes for just a second and stole a glance at his bulging
crotch. He appeared to be thin, and perhaps muscular, but it was hard to
tell with the clothes he was wearing.
Just as I finished smoking my cigarette, the receptionist came over to
the two of us. "Mr. Harris, Mr. DiLia, your train is ready for boarding.
When you go out the door, Gate Nine will be straight ahead of you. It
looks like a light load, so feel free to sit where you would like, even
though you already have a reserved seat assignment."
Mr. DiLia abruptly stood up, grabbed his briefcase, and was out the door
before the receptionist could scurry across the room to deliver the
message to the other man who'd joined us. I took my time getting to the
gate. But to my disappointment, DiLia was nowhere in sight.
As I approached the car attendant, he asked for my ticket, then took the
portion for New York and returned the rest to me. "Good morning, Mr.
Harris," he said with a wide smile. "Sit anywhere you like; there won't
be but three of you this morning. Would you like coffee, tea or juice
"No," I replied. "I'll wait for breakfast."
"Very good," was his reply as he waved me onto the car. Then the other
man from the lounge came up behind me and the whole routine started
Upon entering the car, I saw my not-so-secret admirer sitting in a
single seat to the left, near the middle of the car. I walked forward
and took a seat two rows ahead of him. As I was taking off my jacket and
putting it into the overhead bin, the third man entered the car and
plopped down in a rear-facing seat at the end of the car. The car
attendant served him a cup of coffee and returned to the platform while
I sat and watched all the coach passengers walk down the platform to
The train pulled out of Union Station right on schedule. The first stop
would be Baltimore, forty miles away. When the car attendant asked me if
I wanted breakfast now or later, I told him I would rather wait. I then
heard him go back two rows and repeat the litany. Though I couldn't hear
what DiLia was saying, the sound of his rich, deep voice was music to my
I looked out the window as we zipped along at a hundred and twenty-five
miles per hour. At that speed, it is hard to focus on anyone thing. But
I was hoping that the rush of the passing scenery would lull me to
sleep. It must have worked, because I awoke when the train ground to a
halt in Baltimore.
The stop was very short and the train left the station right on time.
But as we chugged along, I heard the snaps of DiLia's briefcase open.
The rustling of papers followed. Then I heard the briefcase snap shut
again. Shortly afterward, the businessman got up from his seat and
walked down the aisle toward me. As he passed, a note dropped into my
lap. Then he continued down the aisle.
The note was written on a piece of paper torn from very good stationery.
When I opened it, it took a second for the words to come into focus: In
the handicapped toilet in three minutes. Knock once, then twice.
That terse message was all there was. I guess it was a
take-it-or-leave-it situation. My gut reaction was to leave it, but I
began to think about that beautiful face and those searing blue eyes.
Then I waited what I thought was three minutes and walked forward.
Reaching the handicapped toilet, I looked over my shoulder, back down
the car. The one other passenger was in his seat and the car attendant
was nowhere in sight.
Nervously, I knocked once, waited, then knocked twice. Then the lock
snapped and the door slid open.
As I stepped into the rest room and slid the door shut, I was not
prepared for what faced me. DiLia was standing there with his shirt and
tie open, his gray pants and underwear gathered around his ankles. His
right foot was resting on the toilet; his left hand rested on his hip.
He scratched his chin with his right hand, and I couldn't help but
notice that his hairy chest and legs framed a big, thick circumcised
cock. It was heavily veined and had a humongous head. Never mind that
his balls hung down almost to the tip of his dick!
"Well? Are you going to stand there, or are you going to do something?
Make up your mind. I get off at Philadelphia and I don't have a lot of
time. Either get at it, or leave," the businessman brusquely sputtered,
impressing me with his forcefulness.
After I had locked the door, he reached out with his right hand and I
reached out with my left. It was as if an electrical shock had gone off
when he pulled me toward him and embraced me. Almost without warning he
presses his lips against mine. Passionately, he kissed me, his tongue
pushing through my lips, probing my mouth. His hands slid down my back
to my ass and he squeezed my buns as his tongue probed further. I
reached down and took his big cock in my hand. Then his meat started to
get hard and I stroked it lightly, not applying too much pressure.
Suddenly, he stopped kissing me, and with his lips still so close to me
that I could feel his warm breath, the hunky businessman said, "That
feels good. Don't stop."
I continued stoking his fat cock as he kissed my neck and the top of my
left shoulder. Next I could feel his breath against my left ear as he
whispered, "Suck on my cock. It's been so long; I want to feel your
mouth around it."
As I knelt between his legs, the movement of the train threw me off
balance for a moment and I fell against the wall. Using his left leg as
a brace to straighten up, I faced the man's beautiful cock and licked
the head of it, meanwhile smelling the sweet scent of his cologne. There
was a very small amount of pre-cum on the head of his dick. So I wiped
it off with my thumb as I reached down with my left hand and began to
stroke his balls. But it only seemed to make his cock all the harder.
It wasn't long before he let out a long, soft moan from deep in the back
of his throat. Opening my mouth as wide as I could I swallowed as much
of him as possible. With about half of his cock in my mouth, I began to
use my tongue to move slowly up and down the underside of his shaft.
Then the businessman moaned louder and slumped against the wall of the
My tongue worked furiously around the head of his cock while my left
hand began to squeeze and fondle his big balls. Within seconds he
started moving his hips in rhythm with my stroking action. Then little
by little, more and more of his hot meat moved closer to the back of my
I was enjoying what I was doing so much that I almost didn't hear him
tell me that he was cumming. When I cautiously took his cock out of my
mouth and rubbed its steely shaft, it didn't take more than four or five
strokes before he shot a wad. Most of it landed on the wall behind me.
But some of his jism dropped to the floor. Spent, he leaned back against
the wall and breathed heavily as I continued to stroke his cock, milking
it of every last drop.
As the train would lurch to the right and left, the pool of milky-white
spunk began to run in different directions across the bright-red floor.
I reached for a wad of toilet tissue. Then I wiped up what I could and
threw the paper into the toilet, noting how drops of cum were still
dripping from the head of his cock.
Mr. DiLia continued breathing heavily as I stood up and embraced him. He
gave me another long kiss. But this time his hands were working to get
my pull-over shirt off my head. After he pulled the shirt over my head,
he hung it on a hook by the door. He then reached out and began to undo
It didn't take him long to get through all the buttons on my fly.
Pushing me back against the wall, he dropped to his knees and pulled my
jeans down in one fell swoop. Then my stiff prong popped out with a "boiiing."
Not wasting any time, he rammed the length of my cock down his throat,
nuzzling my pubic hairs with his nose. The next thing I knew, the
businessman had reached around behind me with both hands and squeezed my
ass so hard it almost hurt. Then he let my cock pop out of his mouth and
looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes. "Fuck my mouth, as hard
and as fast as you can," he rasped in a low, sexy voice.
Using his tongue and lips to trap my cock, he pushed it as far as he
could down his throat. At the same time, he began squeezing the cheeks
of my ass as hard as he could. It didn't take me long to pick up his
rhythm, and soon I was fucking his mouth like a madman. With every
thrust, I pushed as hard and as far as I could. But I never heard him
gag, nor did he ever try to push away.
I began to breathe heavily and my thrusting gained momentum. Never had I
experienced anything like this and I wanted to take advantage of it.
First I pulled my cock out of his mouth so that the tip was all that
remained. Then with all the force I could muster on a moving train, I
plunged the length of my shaft all the way into his warm wet mouth.
Soon the pressure began to build in my balls. My cock felt as though it
had grown bigger and harder than it had ever been before. The urge to
cum grew so intense that my breaths started to come in quick, shallow
snatches and a sweat broke across my brow.
Somehow I managed to murmur, "I'm cumming!" But the rest of what I
wanted to say was lost in my lust. When I repeated my warning, the
corporate hunk still didn't pull away, nor did he give any indication
that he wanted me to stop.
I couldn't hold it any longer. Even after I had exploded in his mouth,
Mr. DiLia, cock-sucker extraordinaire, kept squeezing my ass to keep me
going. I felt as though he was draining every last drop of cum out of
me. Then, to my horror, I wondered if there was going to be any left for
Sweat ran down the middle of my back in big drops, my cock still jerking
and dumping cum into the businessman's mouth long after I'd cum. The
next thing I remember, he stood up and thrust his right hand between my
shoulder, he reached into the side pocket of his jacket and took out a
tube of lubricant and a packaged rubber. The next thing I knew he was
smearing lube around my asshole, his greasy middle finger reaching into
me. Then he bagged his boner and I felt his hard dick pushing into my
It was a good thing that he waited a bit once he was fully inside me
before he began to thrust. Grabbing hold of my hips, he started lunging
his hips with an increasing surge of passion. After he got his rhythm,
he reached around with both hands to pinch my nipples. A shot of
electrical pleasure ran through me as he did this, causing me to spring
yet another erection. Then, almost as quickly, his right hand moved down
to my cock and the corporate cocks-man began to stroke it in rhythm with
It wasn't long before I actually began to enjoy having him in me. I
loved the feeling of being powerless and out of control. Each thrust of
his dick in my ass and every stroke of my cock by his hand was bringing
me closer to orgasm. But after the one I had just had, I didn't think it
A minute or two later and the stud began to make noises in the back of
his throat and his body jerked wildly. I could feel his cock swell to
heroic proportions as he unloaded his jism into the rubber. Then all of
a sudden I shot my load into the sink in front of me.
In his typical hurried fashion, Mr. DiLia pulled his dick out of my ass
and yanked the rubber off his dick, then threw it into the toilet.
Peering into the mirror, I watched as he smeared his cum all over his
dick and balls. After that, he reached around and gave me a squeeze. He
then buttoned his shirt and tied his tie, quicker than you could scat a
cat. Then, in one sweeping motion, he pulled up his underwear and pants,
then tucked in his shirt and buttoned the fly, pulling up the zipper in
an exaggerated manner.
I had started to splash a little cold water from the sink on my face
when he reached over and slapped my ass, saying, "That was great, kid."
Then Mr. DiLia slid open the door to the rest room, stepped through it
and closed it with a bang.
I stood motionless for a minute, trying to take in all that had
happened. Locking the door, I moved over to the toilet and pissed on the
rubber floating in the bowl. As I finished, the train came to a stop and
I flushed the toilet, then put my clothes on--staying in the rest room
until the train started moving again.
As I walked to my seat, I was thinking about how quick it had all
happened. I also thought about the risk the strapping young businessman
had taken swallowing my cum. So much for safe sex. Then it occurred to
me that Mr. DiLia took risks not only in sex, but in everything he did,
including business. When I looked back through the car, DiLia was gone.
And I suddenly realized that last stop must have been Philadelphia.
When I reached my seat there was an envelope lying there with my name,
Mr. Harris, written on it. Perplexed but pleased, I lit a cigarette and
slowly opened the envelope to reveal five, crisp one-hundred dollar
bills. On the first one was written, "Thanx." What a surprise! Now I
would be able to do a little extra Christmas shopping for Bart.
Before I could recover from the shock, the car attendant approached and
asked if I was ready for breakfast. I told him yes, that I'd also like a
strong cup of coffee with it. Then he nodded and walked back through the
With a smug grin tugging at the corners of my mouth, I sat there
thinking about the great experience I had just had. Like a tornado, it
had all happened so fast. But what a way to start a vacation!