Neighbors on a Train

I awoke the next morning to the sun shining in my eyes. I looked over at the table by the bed and couldn't stop the contented grin from spreading across my face. There were four condom wrappers littering the surface. I remembered each and every one of those condoms and what we did to use them. It seemed that every muscle in my legs, hips and lower back had a pleasantly overused feel. I haven't had a sexual workout like that since, well, never. I turned away from the bedside table, hoping to see Alan still asleep. But his side of the bed was empty. I got up and searched in the bathroom. It too was also empty. I rummaged through my bag and grabbed some clean clothes and went into the shower. I let the warm water pulse into me as I started to feel some rather heavy insecurities hit me. I got out of the shower and put on my clothes. I sat on the bed, in front of the television, trying not to feel how I was starting to feel. Then Alan walked in. The relief I felt was palpable. He had a smile and a bag filled with coffee and pastries. He had gone out and gotten breakfast. I swallowed a couple of times, feeling foolish for my doubts. But I wanted to know.

"Alan?"

"Yes, Bill?"

"What happened last night wasn't pity was it?" I know I sounded pathetic and vulnerable. He looked at me and smiled. He walked up to me and cupped my face before kissing me, teasing my mouth with his tongue before deepening the kiss. As it ended, he pulled away and smiled again at me.

"No Bill, it wasn't pity. What we shared last night had absolutely nothing to do with pity."

"God! I'm sorry. I know that was pathetic." I lowered my head only to have him lift my chin.

"Hey, don't worry. You had a really big blow to your ego. Of course you're going to be a little unsure. Don't worry."

He kissed me again. Which led to more kissing. Which led to touching and undressing and the use of another condom. Then we had to shower. We decided to conserve water and help out the local economy by showering together. We ended up using another condom. By early afternoon, we were able to leave the hotel room and we went to Edison Field and saw an Angels' game. They just happened to be playing the Seattle Mariners that day so we got to root for the home team. We ate popcorn and hot dogs and drank beer and had a really good time together.

That night, Alan let me explore. He lay back and let me skim my hands and tongue over his body. He passively sat back and let me feel the texture of his underarms, the taste of his nipples, the tautness of his belly. I discovered every freckle, every scar. I tasted and touched every square inch of him from head to toe. After several long minutes, he was panting under me. His body was strung tight with arousal as I took him in my mouth. I moved up and down on him, he cupped my head in his hands, sifting through my hair, coaching me slightly. I felt him thicken and tense against my tongue. I felt him swell and pulse as he shot volley after volley into my mouth while calling out his pleasure. When he returned the favor, I was in awe. No one had ever given so much to me before. The sensations were greater than any other I had experienced. It took scant minutes before I was clenching and spurting into Alan's warm, talented mouth. We didn't use any more condoms that night. We just lay in each other's arms and slept, to regain precious energy that had been expended during the long, passionate night and day just passed.

The next morning, content and sated, we set out for San Diego to meet his brother. Strangely, I was nervous. I kept thinking about what Alan and I had shared this weekend and wondered if I would meet with approval. Not that we were a couple or anything. But I felt like what we had shared this weekend was out of character for Alan. Like I said, in the eighteen months we had been neighbors, I had only known him to have guys over maybe two times, perhaps three. I know he worked a lot and had little free time. During the hour or so drive south I wanted to ask Alan what it was we were doing. I wanted to know if we would be sharing more time together once we got home. But I kept silent about it. The truth is, even though I knew Alan didn't sleep around that often, I didn't know what he was looking for. I liked the idea of us spending more time together, but this was so new, so fresh, that I didn't want reality to intrude too soon.

We met his brother at the shipyards. He was almost an exact copy of Alan. He was a bit shorter and a bit heavier, but the resemblance was uncanny. He also looked like he was about ready to explode. He was tense and I could tell he really needed to get off. He hugged Alan up hard and then told him that he loved him, but if he didn't get his rocks off, he would end up killing someone. Just then, a young woman ran up and threw herself into his arms. She was dragging him away and he told Alan to call him tomorrow at his apartment. Well that kind of left us with no clue as to what to do for the next few hours. We ended up driving up the coast a little and stopped at a motel. It was a themed motel. You know, each room has a different theme decorated into it. We couldn't stop ourselves. We pulled in and rented a room, we told them to surprise us. We got a couple of funny looks from the desk clerk, but we got a key and went down the hall to our room. We passed rooms with signs saying jungle or mountain. One was even pirate fantasy based. We got to our room. The sign on the door said it was the honeymoon fantasy. Alan swept me up into his arms and carried me through the door. His gesture had me giggling. But when we saw the room, we both dropped to the floor and started laughing in belly-rolling delight.

The room was a white satin concoction. There was a bathtub for two. The bed was round and draped in satin sheets, comforter and curtains. There was an intimate fireplace in the wall opposite the bed that was gas powered. On the bedside table, there was a basket filled with massage oils, lubricants and condoms in various colors and flavors. It was ridiculous. It was charming. And I couldn't wait to try it all.

We decided to try the massage oil first. I had Alan lay down naked on the rug before the fire and worked the flowery oil into the skin and muscles of his back. I moved in kneading action from his shoulders to his feet, over and over until his muscles were a mass of relaxed jelly. Then he had me lie down and did the same for me. When my muscles were limp from relaxed ecstasy, Alan rolled me over and we stroked the other with more oil, bringing each other to orgasm amidst scented, slick heaven. I stood him up and we decided to use the bathtub. We crawled in and scrubbed with the heart shaped sponges and bath gel scented the same as the massage oil. I got up and dried him off then he did the same to me. I took his hand and led him to the bed. I pushed him down on his stomach and grabbed one of the sachets of lube and a condom. I took the condom and rolled it down my stiff shaft and tore open the lube with my teeth. I smeared the smooth liquid up and down his hairy cleft. I worked it into him with first one, then two and then three fingers, twisting and thrusting into him, making him ready for me. I pulled away my fingers and moved to lie completely on Alan. I pushed against him and he accepted me. I kept my body firmly planted over his, my legs and chest pressed into his thighs and back, pushing him into the satin. My goal, as I began to thrust, was that his cock would rub into the silky, soft texture of the sheets. I moved within him, thrusting heavily but slowly into his willing flesh. I felt him move with me, squeezing and grasping me, begging me to go deeper, fill him more fully. I loved the feel of all the satiny, warm skin below my chest. I liked the feel of his hands as they gripped mine and how his legs twined with mine as I continued to move, pillowed by the rounded mounds of his muscular ass.

Alan's cries were a mixture of pleasured whimpers and passionate moans. I felt myself build and tighten, knowing the end was soon approaching. My stomach clenched and my hands pulled, moving tighter to my body, preparing for that explosive, vulnerable moment of absolute pleasure. What amazed me and filled me with pride was feeling Alan start to pull into himself, his body readying itself just as mine was. Then I felt the first groaned shudder leave his body, feeling his inner self grab me, announcing his release. I kept moving, timing my thrusts to match the rhythmic spasms racking his body. The pattern was familiar to my system and it triggered my own release, causing me to clench hard on top of Alan and spurt heavily into the latex surrounding me. My last spasm caused me to push far into him, hitting his trigger again in my last effort to bring him more pleasure. It caused a whimper of delight to leave his mouth before I collapsed completely and sated along the long line of his body.

A few hours later, we roused ourselves and Alan left to get provisions. He returned a half hour later with a couple of cheeseburgers and fries, a large chunk of chocolate cake and a tub of vanilla ice cream and a couple of bottles of champagne. We ate as if we would never see food again. Then we got creative with the ice cream, dribbling and licking it off each other. When the food was polished off and we were both hard and ready for more, I grabbed another condom and rolled it on. But Alan stopped me and asked if this time we could be a little rough. He wanted me to push his legs up to rest on my shoulders and pound in to him, fast and hard. I usually don't go for the fast and furious, I prefer to be a little slow and plodding, knowing that the payoff is usually better for my partner. But he wanted it. I found myself lying about a foot above him, his thighs keeping me from lowering onto him and kissing him. I had no choice but to just pound into him. I moved fast, pulling out to the flared head then pushing all the way back until our pelvises ground together. I could do nothing but stare in his eyes as I pounded into him, hard and heavy. I was so thick and incredibly hard. I kept pounding down into his ass, watching as ecstasy unfurled on his face. I could tell he was close. I looked down, where our bodies were connected, watching my shaft retreat then enter his hole, over and over again. The sight was incredibly erotic. As I watched, Alan became stiffer and thickened, showing all the signs of impending release. I watched as he tensed, sending a stream of cum all over his chest and chin. I looked up to his chest, his eyes, and watched ecstasy spread over his face. He cried out in agonized moans of pleasure. It was a sound filled with so much joy, it brought my own release crashing down around me. I pulsed and tensed hard into the condom, flexing and twitching deep inside him. We collapsed side by side on the bed, trailing slight touches against our heated, sweaty skin. We drifted off eventually, still touching, still connected with the lightest of caresses.

I awoke several hours later. Alan was wrapped around me, holding me, cuddled up to my whole body. I had learned so much about myself, and my body, in the past few days. I liked cuddling. I liked being held. I loved how varied and passionate all the sex had been. I never knew that the world held such variety. Okay, I know that's pathetic, but remember, I'm not that experienced. I found myself kissing the top of his head, reveling in the tender gesture. I moved my hand, skimming his back, reaching up to his chin, pulling it up for my kiss. The passion rose quickly in me and I was melding my mouth to his, kissing him awake. And when he met me kiss for kiss, I rolled him over, pushing him onto his back. I stretched over his body, moving between his legs. I felt him hard, digging into my belly. I could feel the hair on his chest rub against mine as I continued to kiss him. I felt the bumps of his tongue as it swept against mine. I pushed forward, searching for entrance, wanting to join my body with his. But his palms pushing against my chest had me pulling back. I lifted up enough to look at him and he had a concerned look about him. Alan reached over to the table and grabbed a condom. I had forgotten. As I rolled it on, I realized that it didn't matter. I was willing to take the risk. I wanted to feel all of him gripping me. But it was unfair to ask him for so much. But I could ask him for something else. I rolled back in place, nose, chest, and hip meeting his. I pressed forward, willing him to let me in. He did. I pushed forward, gliding into place, feeling him stretch around me, grasping me, welcoming me. I stayed in place for long minutes, staring into his eyes, kissing him from time to time.

I slowly started to move, gliding in and out of his tight channel. I kept bumping a hard lump over and over, knowing I was stroking his prostate, stoking his pleasure, causing it to climb towards climax. The connection we had was more than the mere physical; it was emotional. I stared in his eyes when I wasn't kissing him. His legs splayed on either side of my hips, grasping me. His hands skimmed and stroked my back. His lips met mine eagerly when I lowered to take them. When I wasn't kissing him, I stared into his eyes, looking for every nuance of emotion to play across their liquid blue depths. They didn't disappoint, we had been building something together the last couple of days. It was more than sex, more than the physical release. It was an emotional, soul-deep connection. It was all I needed to know. I stepped up my assault, moving faster and harder, pushing him, waiting for him to trip. I was more than ready to cum, holding on to it by sheer willpower. Each brush of his body, each pulse and tense twisted my pleasure higher and higher, causing me to gasp and moan in rapture. Then Alan reached up and pulled me to his lips, and I drank deeply of his mouth, causing my control to splinter as my orgasm exploded through me, causing my body to shudder over his. As the spasms slowed then stopped, I became aware of his release, pulsing and jetting onto my belly. As heaven receded and reality returned, my softened, limp penis slipped out of him and my heavy-lidded, drooping body relaxed. My head lowered into the nook of his neck. He rolled our bodies to the side and I kept myself wrapped around him: my arms about his back, a thigh wedged between his, and my head, pillowed on his shoulder. We both drifted off to sleep, with me content, having learned all I needed to know in that one illuminating moment of emotional vulnerability when I looked in his eyes.

The next morning, Alan called his brother. We left our hotel, that bizarre satin marshmallow that I know I will never forget. On our drive back to San Diego, Alan sat quietly, contemplating the scenery as it whipped by. His pensive air had me worried. But I waited him out, hoping he would open up and talk to me. Eventually he did.

"Bill?"

"Yeah."

"It was more than sex, right?" I looked up and saw the vulnerable uncertainty in his eyes. That same bone-deep weariness and loneliness that I recognized from the glimpses in my mirror just a few short days before, shone in his eyes. It was also that same shyness that was in my voice back in that hotel room in Anaheim after our first night together. But it was the question I was looking for, the one that I could open up and assure him that I wanted more than just this trip. It should have surprised me, but it didn't. For once in my life, I had an opportunity for happiness and I planned on grabbing hold tight and never letting go.

"It was a lot more than sex. It was from the very beginning. I promise." He smiled at me. It was a smile of promise and hope. A smile filled with warmth and tenderness. It was also filled with desire and, dare I hope, love.

We spent the next couple of days with his brother, Adam. I really liked him. He was funny and charming, now that the edge had been taken off his sexual hunger. But hell, I could understand. It can't be easy being trapped away at sea for six months with nothing and no real easy way to relieve the pressure. Like I said, one really hot night in the sack and he was entirely different from the horny guy I met on the docks. He showed us around San Diego, letting us see the town in which he currently called home. It was a nice couple of days, relaxing and calm. We didn't sleep together during the time we spent with his brother, but we did talk and share. I learned a lot of embarrassing stories from Adam about Alan. Tales from childhood, from school, all the things no one wants a lover to hear. But I loved every minute of it. Each word from Adam's mouth cemented the bond that Alan and I shared.

The next day we set out for Los Angeles and the train station so we could go home. I had a cabin reserved and had Alan's ticket upgraded so he could stay with me officially. Not that that would have stopped me. Our room was at the end of the car, with only the wall opposite the bed sharing with another room. The train set out, going in the opposite direction. By the time we hit Santa Barbara, we were kissing again, rolling around on the bed we had pulled out. I had slipped on one of the last condoms we had and was moving between his legs, getting ready to thrust deeply. But I missed my mark and plunged really deep when all I meant to do was probe at him. Then I went to pull back, but pulled out instead. I kept it up for a little while, thrusting too far then pulling back. Then I looked in Alan's eyes and we started laughing, realizing that the rocking of the train was throwing the natural grace we had discovered off. While laughing, I had stopped moving. But the motion of the train had me rocking in him slightly. The slight movement had him arching his back in pleasure and me twitching in excited sensations. I braced my hands high enough so we only touched at the hips. I also kept my brace loose enough to keep from locking up and ruining the joy we had found. But it was cold on the train and I pulled the blankets over us. We were locked together, rocking with the train, writhing in pleasure under the blankets. We kissed often and he skimmed and stroked his hands over my body. In almost no time I was clenching and spurting in release. But Alan for once didn't trip with me. So I moved down his body, moving under the blankets and taking him in my mouth, moving on him quickly, taking him over the edge with a few deft nibbles of my mouth. I took all that he had and tasted him. He was thick and musky, but good. I moved back up to kiss him, but he was already asleep. I removed the condom and curled around him, content to hold him while he slept, aware that the feelings blooming in my chest had just exploded into full-blown love. Amazingly enough I started this adventure so I could be with my college sweetheart. I ended up falling in love with my neighbor. Funny, but this is not how I imagined this week turning out, but I can't complain. I prefer this; I think I found something so much greater than what I could have hoped for.

We spent the day and night, leisurely making love, holding each other, sleeping, getting up and eating from time to time. The following afternoon, while we were nearing Portland, I asked Alan to go to the club car for a couple of drinks for us. I had a plan and wanted to set it in motion while he was gone. I had palmed a few items while in our little satin motel room. I slipped off my clothes and opened a couple of the lube sachets and worked it into my cleft, smearing it over my ass and worked it into me with a couple of fingers. Then I slipped on a pair of white satin boxers I had found in a drawer in the motel room. I had one condom left and planned on using it as soon as Alan came back. I was waiting for him on the bed, lounging in the boxers, watching the view of Oregon City slip by as we broached the Willamette River on our way into Portland. Alan returned and walked in. The bottles of soda fell from his hands as he saw me, lying open in invitation. I smiled at him and crooked my finger at him, drawing him towards me. I watched as he slipped out of his clothing. I was again reminded of his beauty, his physical perfection. He knelt on the bed, skimming his hand in a long, sensuous trail from shin to neck. I felt goose bumps raise wherever his hand had once trailed. I was trembling by the time he slipped off my boxers. I lay before him, shuddering with desire and aroused to almost bursting.