Author's Note: This is a Bi erotic story, which contains a HET scene.

The Coast Starlight

by neonurotic ©

"Can you get me a latté?"

"Sure," he said, knowing they still had more of a wait before they boarded the Coast Starlight, the train that went from Seattle to Los Angeles. "Hazelnut?"

Crystal Riley nodded, sending a mass of her auburn curls bobbing back and forth while she continued to read her book. It was a novel she planted her nose into since they arrived at the King Street train station.

"Oh, Jus?"

"Yes?"

"Also chocolate biscotti if they have any."

"Okay, baby."

Once out the heavy doors of the station, Justin headed across the street towards Tully's coffee shop. It was cold outside. The wind whipped his black raincoat around his shins and an icy breeze swirled up his back. Shuddering against the sudden chill, he pulled his coat tighter around him as he entered the barista. A glass case held an assortment of sugar-laden muffins, cookies, and pastries. He looked at the display, but didn't see his wife's favorite sweet Italian treat.

A woman from behind the stand asked cheerfully, "Can I help you?"

"A double tall hazelnut latté," he glanced at his Citizen watch, a dive watch equipped with depth displays--his birthday gift from Crystal of a few days ago. He'd never use it as it was intended even though he'd love to do so. He never had time for himself anymore. "And a vanilla one too."

"Are you from the Amtrak station?"

"Yes," he said, glancing at his watch again. "The train is late."

"It's always late," she laughed, handing him a plastic tray that held his order. "An even seven, please."

"I figured that about the train." He noticed how good-looking she was as he pulled out a ten-dollar bill from his money clip and gave it to her. For a moment, he held onto it before he let her have it. His fingers inched towards hers. A spark instilled a buzzing tightness in his crotch. Goddamn, very sexy, he thought, his gaze lingering at the pull of thin material across her full round breasts. Catching her eye, he smiled lazily and gave her the money. "Keep the change."

A flush dotted her cheeks. "Thank you."

"Have a nice day."

"You too…" she spoke a little more brightly than she had before. "And have a good trip."

Justin locked eyes with her again as he sipped the vanilla flavored coffee. "Delish," he arched a suggestive brow, meaning her, not the latté. He turned; went out the door without another word.

Normally, he would have asked for her phone number to meet up with her later, but he remembered he promised his wife he wouldn't. Although Crystal and he had an open relationship, this particular weekend in San Francisco was just for the two of them, the honeymoon they never had. No girlfriends or boyfriends for either of them. Already, it was proving to be a difficult promise to keep because he'd already seen two people who interested him--the barista girl and the taxi driver. The good looks of the driver and brassy attitude was appealing, especially since he was just exploring his bisexuality in the last several months.

Returning to his wife, he sat down next to her and waved the coffee in front of her until he caught her attention. "Here you go."

"God, that smells so good." Crystal put her book aside, took the cup from him and sipped hastily, only to burn her tongue. "Ouch, very hot!"

"Duh, you big dork," he sniggered. "Coffee is supposed to be hot."

Over the intercom, a hearty male voice boomed and bounced off the train station walls: "Good morning folks. Looks like train number eleven the Coast Starlight is finally here. All passengers will board when they are ready. First Class passengers may find their sleeper cars on the left of the train and Coach passengers their seats on the right."

"That's us," he handed his coffee to her to hold while he gathered their luggage.

On the train and down the narrow passageway, they found their First Class seating. Two small carry-on sized bags and a backpack were all they had. It was also all that would fit in the small, three-foot by six-foot room. What Amtrak called a 'roomette'.

"Damn. This room is so small," he laughed as he tried to cram suitcases under the seats. "Oh, I wonder what the upgrades look like."

Although it was small, it was First Class all the way, decorated in royal blue. Reading material about the train and the various cities they were going to stop, were set on a small rack along with bottles of Evian water, Lancôme lotion and fine chocolates. The pillows were decent ones as well, full-sized; not sad little ones like on the airlines.

"I get the bottom." Crystal plopped onto one of the seats that was folded down to make up the bottom bunk. "I'm afraid of falling off the top one in the middle of the night."

"Okay sure." He noted there was more room on the bottom bed, enough where he could stretch out his full height as opposed to sleeping on top where he'd have to sleep bent-kneed. "You always get the bottom."

"It's where you like me, too."

"Sure, that's right, baby."

Sitting across from her, he smiled weakly, thinking that she never took the top or the initiative in anything for that matter, let alone sex. It was the same case with Geoff, his boyfriend. Not that he minded being the dominant one; he just liked to be the receiver instead of the giver every now then.

The train departed from the station, slowly at first then gained speed, and moved down the track with clickety-clack smoothness. Tall buildings, warehouses, and fences blurred by, making him feel somewhat queasy when trying to focus on one object. He realized he had nothing in his stomach since their breakfast early that morning. Toast and orange juice only went so far. He sat up, took her hand and pulled her up with him.

"Are you starved?" He kissed her, tasting the sweet nutty flavor of her latté.

"Yes," her eyes lit up. "Let's go to the dining car. I think eating and sleeping is the best part of being on a long train ride."

"Good then let's see if they are serving lunch before my belly bites my backbone."

"Poor boy, we can't have that, now can we?"



It was an ordeal walking along the narrow passageways, bumping into the wall on either side of them as the train made turns or switched tracks. Along the way, he saw different room upgrades. An extra two hundred would buy restroom facilities and four hundred was room enough to turn around in the shower without sticking one's foot in the toilet.

"Looky there, Jus," she said in scorn, pointing out one room. "They get Ghirardelli's chocolates and Napa Valley wine."

"Oh, but their room will smell like a sewer by tonight," he chuckled, nudging her to move forward. "Now really, baby, how romantic is that?"

"Icky, it's not!"

Two cars from theirs, they found the lounge. Overstuffed chairs, round tables, dark wood paneling, and soft lighting made the room inviting. Justin nodded to the bartender who was polishing spotless glassware as they passed him.

"Sir, will you and your lovely companion be joining me for the free wine-tasting this afternoon? I will be announcing it in a few hours before the evening meal."

"Sure, sounds good to me. How about you, Crys?"

Crystal giggled, tickled his back to get him going again. "This is so fun. We should've done this before."

Agreeing with her, he took her hand and made it to the dining car. The door slid open and revealed several booths with white linen covered tables on both sides of the car. Waitpersons in white starched shirts with ankle length black aprons served passengers.

The maitre d' approached them. "Two of you?"

"Yes," said Justin.

"This way please."

The maitre d' seated them on the left side of the car where they could view the scenery rushing by. This still sickened him and even though it did, he buttered a roll anyway, which the busboy set before them along with tall glasses of ice water. As he was munching away on the bread, reviewing the menu someone approached them. Justin noticed due to the man standing so close, invading his comfort zone, but didn't look. Usually, he would've pulled back, but the man smelled good, like sandalwood--delicious and very sexy.

"Good afternoon, lady and gentleman. Welcome to the Coast Starlight." Said the man with a light palatal, rhythmic accent. I'm Artem. I'll be your waiter for your midday meal."

"Well, hello," Crystal said, nearly purring. "Mmm…"

Justin raised a reproachful eyebrow then glanced up and saw why his wife acted so minxy.

Artem was tall and lanky, extremely attractive with his longish blond bangs falling into his eyes. He tossed his head back, cleared his vision and smiled with his teasing hazel-gray eyes. "Would you like to see the wine list, sir?"

For a full minute, Justin gaped at him until Crystal kicked his shin beneath the table. "Yes, yes that would be nice." He said, knowing all he really wanted off the menu was a cheeseburger and a Coke. "No wait. I-I'm just having a burger and wine would taste weird with it. What about you, Crys, what are you having?"

"I'll have the same." Fully amused, Crystal nodded and smothered her snicker with a bite of bread.

Their waiter looked at them questioningly; he didn't quite get what was going on.

"Two cheese burgers and two Cokes, please." He felt hot; he knew the red crept up to his cheeks. While trying to hand the menus back to the waiter, he knocked over a glass of ice water into his lap. "Oh, damn," he fussed.

"I got it. Relax, sir." Artem mopped up the water with a towel, inched along Justin's leg and crotch, affecting an erection. "Now, I understand everything," he whispered. His 'everything' sounded like ' ev-ree-ting' with his accent.

Justin relaxed, smiled at Artem and guessed their waiter was Russian. "Thank you."

"That's why I'm here, to serve you and the lady." Artem left with their order.

"Smooth," laughed Crystal . "Real smooth."

"Fuck you," he joked.

"You will later."

After that incident, their lunch went well. Their waiter made small talk, mentioned he was stopping in San Francisco for the weekend himself then flirted openly with the both of them, but especially Justin. It was obvious to him that Artem was more interested in him, which was good and bad at the same time. Good because he was horny as hell and wanted to take his frustration out by fucking a man. Bad because Crystal made it clear to him it was all about the two of them this weekend. When did he ever do what he was told? He didn't. The bad boy in him was what hooked his wife in the first place, that and his big cock of course.



After lunch, they went back to their roomette. It was a comfortable silence between them. She read her book, a bodice-ripping romance while he listened to The Doors on his MP3 player. With food now in his stomach, he wasn't a bit queasy watching the scenery rush by. Most of it was pretty; the forest, meadows, and in the cities, the colorful graffiti on the sides of buildings. Occasionally when the train slowed at intermediate stops, he saw trash strewn around, burnt out old cars, and refrigerators.

People slept huddled on top of cardboard along chain-link fences. Much of these scenes made him sad, but he also inwardly shivered, since many people were just a paycheck away from such destitution. A few hours passed so did Tacoma, Vancouver and Portland , Oregon by the time someone came by to take dinner reservations. After making reservations at six for the evening meal, an announcement over the intercom informed them the wine-tasting was about to start in the lounge car.

"Still want to go to, Jus?"

"You can't ride a train by Napa Valley and not have wine. I think they kick you off the back of the caboose if you didn't."

"I think you're right!"

Crystal and he freshened up before heading to the Lounge car. Once there, they found most of the tables already filled, but he caught sight of their Russian waiter motioning to them to sit near the back of the car. It was a prime spot; cozy, made for two.

"Take this table, sir. I was saving it for the both of you." Artem placed two glasses in front of them, and poured them a white wine.

"Thank you, Artem." He held out his hand, passing a ten-dollar tip as the other man grasped it in a firm handshake. He remembered he didn't introduce himself. "This is Crystal and I'm Justin."

"Yes sir, I already know who you are. You signed your lunch bill."

"Oh yes, right." He felt like an idiot, totally losing his cool every time he was near Artem. "W-what's this wine?"

"If you shushed for a moment you'd hear our bartender telling us." Crystal gave Justin a sharp look. "Thank you waiter." She smiled sweetly, dismissing him.

The bartender spoke through a microphone: "Domaine Carneros Pinot Noir is an elegant wine with it fruit tones of black cherry, cassias and violets. This wine marries well with a wide range of flavors such as beef, fowl, pork or grilled salmon."

Justin didn't care for the wine, but he drank it any way, which Artem quickly replaced with another refill and then a Pinot Noir sample. Next came the Chardonnays and two sparkling wines. Artem also laid out trays with cheese and fruit for them--it was wonderful. He liked the wine with the extra sharp cheddar cheese. He wondered aloud why there wasn't cheese tasting too.

"Are you drunk?" Crystal asked.

"Uhm, ya just a wee bit." The wine settled nicely in the pit of his gut and lit a fire there while the Russian waiter lit one in his crotch. "How about you?"

All she did was smile, but faltered when she noticed him staring at Artem as he filled their glasses. "I agree with you, he is gorgeous, but you do remember what we agreed upon back in Seattle don't you? This little weekend getaway is for two not three," she scolded under her breath.

The bartender described the sparkling wine they were drinking : "The Cuvée intertwines lovely flavors of lemon blossoms, honeydew melon, ripe peaches and pears. This wine compliments seafood, poultry and duck."

"La-dee-da…sasty sheese and wine." Justin drained his glass. "Eh, I'm done, time for me to go."

Artem suppressed an amused smile as he guided him out of the tiny booth. "Sir, I will see you at dinner, yes?"

"Yes, yes indeed you will." Justin laid a hand on Artem's shoulder as he helped Crystal .

"Me too." Crystal jerked Justin's hand off the attractive Russian and led him back to their car. "You want him, don't you?" She asked airily as soon as they returned to their roomette. "Admit it." She was annoyed, not quite angry yet.

Justin tried to distract her. He drew her close, pressed his lips to hers. First, his tongue flirted with her lower incisors, sliding back and forth across the smooth, sharp edges and touched her tongue. Caressing her back, she moaned as his hands went down to her round jean-covered rear. He cupped her perfect shape and squeezed. More urgently, he kissed her. She did what he knew she would--she responded. Breathlessly, she panted into his mouth, and molded her body against his, nearly melting in his arms. She could never resist his kisses. They always won him whatever he wanted.

"Do you want me, Crys?"

"You didn't answer my question."

With a grin, he reached over, locked the sliding door and pulled the privacy drapes closed. He resumed his kisses, undressing her and himself. In a matter of seconds, they were naked in front of the picture window. It was still daylight, golden with the sun setting the horizon on fire. If anyone driving alongside the train looked over, they would surely see them. He sat down in one of the recliners, pulled her with him so she straddled his thighs. He could feel the moist heat of her smooth pussy lips parting slightly around his steely cock. How close she was to sliding on and fucking him like mad! She never did him before; it was all due to some hang-up she had about being on top, how her body wasn't perfect. He hadn't noticed. He loved her the way she was. The thought of her doing that made him hornier. He took one of her nipples and hot-kissed it into his mouth. She loved it, squirmed around, encouraging him to do it harder. When she moved, she rubbed her clit against him and he felt how wet she was.

Nevertheless, that was it; she displeased him when she moved off, falling into the opposite chair. Spreading her thighs just as wide as her smile, she crooked her finger at him, wanting more foreplay.

"Come here, puppy."

"Woof."

Hiding his disappointment, he obliged. Crystal 's lovely legs draped over his shoulders, ankles locking behind his neck. The coolness of them became warm once he kissed the inside of her thighs right down to pussy, where he licked her stiff little nub, sucked it until she grabbed and pulled his hair.

"Aw, damn…oh god, you are such a good boy!"

Justin tongued her clit, slid his ring and middle finger inside her, and stroked. She squirmed around, making it hard for him to lick her. Her mewling got louder and she pulled him closer to her dripping snatch so his face was planted brow to chin. However, oh no, he wouldn't let her come like that. She had a nasty habit of cooling all the way down once she did and he wasn't having any of it. Jerking back, he pulled free of her hold enough that he could position himself between her thighs. It didn't damper her desire any, shifting the way he did, in fact it was exactly what she wanted. He jammed his dick into her all the way, bottoming out in one plunge.

Their sex was bone-jarring, good enough they both were sweating after several moments of his piston hip-stoke action. Finally, she moaned, swiveled her hips around, grinding her pussy until she rocked forward and sunk her teeth into his bicep. He gnashed his teeth together, bearing the pain and felt a rush of her wetness, which made his thrusts much more slippery.

Looking out the window, he caught a glimpse of a passing car on the highway beside them. It was close enough that the people inside could see them. He laughed and fucked her hard, lifting her ass off the chair. It wouldn't take long at all--having the audience and him still being a little drunk only turned him on further. Already his balls tightened and ached. Since she came, he let go, pulled out of her and jerked his slick cock while it spurt thick strings of cum onto her flat belly.

"Goddamn, yesss..." he hissed, knees nearly buckling beneath him. He couldn't lie beside her to rest because the roomette was too small so he plopped down onto the opposite chair. "Oh, yeah!"

"I was thinking the same. You wore me out." Crystal yawned. "Be a good boy and clean me up will you?"

"Of course." He stood up, grabbed a couple of lemon-scented towelettes out of her bag, swiped her belly clean with one, the other for his face and hands. "Sleepy?"

"Mmm-hmm, yes. I bet you're starved, aren't you?"

"I am," he grinned. Sex always made him hungry.

Justin dressed again and helped her set up the bottom bunk so she could take a nap. The bed didn't look very comfortable, but once she pulled the blanket up over her shoulders, she was asleep. He shook his head, smiled and stepped out in the passageway, closing the door behind him.



At dinner, he found himself seated across from an elderly couple without Artem as their waiter, much to his disappointment. Since space was limited on the train, passengers sat together in the booths. This was a great opportunity to meet different people to share a meal with and conversation. Justin was lucky his dinner companions were interesting. Mr. and Mrs. Parsons, Texans, were on their way to Los Angeles then onto another train to see their married son in Colorado. They informed him they never traveled by any other means than First Class on a train. Still, a few days spent in a small roomette like his and Crystal's was too small. He couldn't imagine sleeping all scrunched up in a bunk every night.

After stuffing himself on rosemary capon and deep-dish apple pie, he discovered he was both sober and now sleepy. He excused himself from the table, said goodnight to the Parsons and went back through the Lounge car towards the sleeper cars. At the back end of the Lounge, he nearly tripped over a long pair of legs in his path. Irritated, he looked to see whom they belonged to, to tell them to tuck it in, as he didn't feel like stepping over them.

"Do you mind?" He asked, but then reconized the owner of the obstacle and grinned. "Hey, I didn't see you at dinner."

"I had a break for the evening meal." Artem motioned for Justin to sit. "Did you like the waiter who served you tonight?"

Justin sat down and called for the bartender; he wanted coffee rather than alcohol. "My waiter was fabulous." He watched the other man's face to see if there was a change, perhaps the Russian would be crushed to know he was so well taken care of. Wish granted; he saw disappointment. "I wanted water, the waiter got it. I wanted another fork, I got it. I wanted a blow job and I got that too," he laughed, catching the surprised look that crossed Artem's handsome face. "I'm joking"

Artem looked at him curiously. "I hope so at least."

The barman set a steaming hot cup of coffee along with a frosty mug of beer on the table before them. Artem grabbed the beer and took a long pull of it. They made small talk in which Artem mentioned he was born in Ukraine, but lived in Russia for a time before he and his family moved to the U.S. when he was nine years old.

"After twenty-two years, I still have a Russian accent."

"Yes you do." Stirring sugar into his coffee, Justin gazed back. "I'm going to be pretty blunt here and ask you if you're interested in men or not because I'm thinking you are." His heart hammered in his chest; he was sure of the signals he was getting, but was still inexperienced in picking up men.

"You'd be right," Artem smiled. "And I'm especially interested in you."

With a little more confidence, Justin relaxed and leaned closer, wanting to kiss the other man, as Artem looked rather tasty wearing a sexy half-grin. "Just interested?"

"I'm interested in fucking you."

Damn, he thought and doubled-damned, Crystal...damn it all to hell, Justin remembered her as she entered the lounge, spying him with the Ukrainian waiter. "Good--me too, but you hold that thought for now."

"Hold what thought?" Crystal appeared beside her husband, laying a possessive hand on his arm.

"I was thinking you should try the rosemary capon for dinner," replied Justin. "It's delicious."

"I'm sure it is. Can I talk to you for minute, Jus?"

Justin slid out of the booth. "I'll see you later." He said to Artem, stressing the word 'later'.

"Later, for breakfast." Crystal gave the Ukrainian a cool look.

"Yes," Artem drained his mug and returned her stare, not at all put off by her silent warnings. "Later."

Once out of Artem's earshot, she reminded Justin again, of what they promised each other. Wordlessly, he followed her into the dining car and stayed with her while she had the entree he suggested. He pretty much felt like the chicken she picked at too. The promise, ya right, her promise, not his.

"Quit pouting." She stabbed the chicken with her fork.

"I'm not pouting."

"Yes, you are."

"Not either." Justin reached over and snagged a string bean off her plate. "In fact, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."

"Pouter."

"Shut up," he grinned, stood and kissed her. "Besides, if I want any shut eye tonight, I better fall asleep before you do, Miss Snore-a-lot."

"I don't snore."

"Oh, you do baby." He chuckled, and returned to their roomette.

In the roomette, he set up the top bunk. He gathered his shower things; including a towel, a bar of soap and a pair of flannel sleep pants. The only shower was a good size. Not a large one, big as closet, but at least he wouldn't be sticking his foot in the toilet like some of the passengers would in their upgraded rooms. In the shower, the water felt good and the water seemed neverending. He contemplated whether or not to masturbate to relax, but a knock at the door made his decision for him. He hurried and dried off, slipped on the sleep pants and tucked his toes into the sheepskin slippers, which were also another birthday gift from his wife.

On the way out, he bumped the door against the person waiting to take a shower after him. "Uh, sorry."

Down the hall, towards his roomette, he mulled over his disappointment in not hooking up with the good-looking Ukrainian. The more he thought about the missed opportunity, the more relieved he actually was. The guy was pretty intense and made him feel a bit nervous.

Nervous in an excited sort of way you mean, as in h-o-r-n-y, he smirked, knowing it was the truth. "Ya," he admitted with a dirty laugh, but his laugh was cut off short as a hand from behind a closed drape in a roomette grabbed him by the waistband of his pants, nearly baring his ass in the passageway. "Hey! Let me go or I'll--"

"Or you'll do what?" Artem asked, sliding the door closed and kissing him before Justin could say anything.

The kiss wasn't a sweet loving one like Justin would share with his wife, but it did have the same effect on him as his did on her. The all-male kiss differed in the heat and the force behind the delivery. The intensely erotic sensation of Artem's insistent tongue in his mouth and roaming hands made the blood rush to his cock. The pressure pounded deep in his gut in time with his racing heart. Artem pinned him to the door where their sternums jabbed against each other, as did their hipbones and crotches. It was silly to protest as he really wanted the other man, but he thought of the promise Crystal imposed on him and broke away, only to have his pants ripped open. The tiny pearl buttons popped off, revealing his excitement jutting out the fly.

"Goddamn," Justin tried to catch his breath. He moved to the recliners in the little roomette and tossed his shower things aside. Well, Mr. Subservient is gone, he thought, secretly glad Artem's alter ego was gone. "I didn't expect that from you."

"No, I guess not. First impressions are never what they appear to be." The taller Ukraine laughed, low and sexy. "Take your clothes off," he said in way that was firm, but not demanding while stripping down to nothing himself. He was fit, narrow-waisted and hard in all the right places. "Now, please."

A flippant remark formed on the tip of Justin's tongue, but he held it. He wasn't used to being told what to do when it came to sex. In his past encounters with the two men on different occasions, he was the dominant one. It was clear to him now Artem was the top. This new experience felt like snakes squirming around in his stomach; it was both scary and arousing all at once. There wasn't much left of Justin's pants anyway, so he let them drop to his ankles and stepped out, kicking them off to the side.

"Nice," Artem's eyes lit on Justin's erection while he stroked his own stiff shaft. "Ver-ee nice."

"Thank you."

Justin could say the same and was going to, but Artem dropped in front of him where immediately he felt the other man's tongue licking, sucking at the tip of his dick and more flesh. Pleasure spread from there to his balls, which made him tense his muscles. Artem guided him down onto the seat so he sat back with knees spread wide.

At first he tried to be quiet, but couldn't for long, he groaned loudly as Artem sucked on him. It wasn't in his nature to be silent when something felt as good as what he was getting. Gazing down, he caught Artem's hair in his fist, and began thrust his hips in a slow motion. It was so hot to watch his fat cock disappearing between the other man's lips, for some reason even hotter than seeing his wife blow him. He went slack-jawed when manly fingers found the zone right behind his balls and stroked gently.

"If you keep this up you're going to make me come. Do you want me to blow my wad right this second?"

Artem chuckled, vibrating Justin's dick in his mouth and stopped for a second. "Now or later, on my face or with my cock in your ass, it doesn't matter when." He resumed his cock-sucking.

An expert blowjob included licking the underside of his shaft down to his balls and lashing them with the flat of Artem's blazing tongue. Saliva rolled down the crack of his ass, accumulating in a pool in which he slid around while he squirmed against the vinyl, faux leather chair. This was a good lubricant for Artem to slide down sneakily and tease his hole enough that a finger easily slid inside, quickly followed by another.

"Oh gawd!" Justin threw his head back and cried out. He wanted more, something big and hard to fill him completely. He caught his breath at the thought of it, a little afraid, but horny as hell for it. "Ya, ya I like that."

"I got more for you too. Eight inches of the best cock you've ever had." Artem stopped for a moment, searched for something on the ground and found it, producing a condom. "See," he waved it around and tore it open. "It's already lubed, better to serve you with...sir," he grinned wolfishly, but stopped. He must've noted the apprehension in Justin's eyes. "Have you ever been fucked before?"

"No." Justin bit his lip while Artem rolled on the condom over what suddenly seemed to be an impossibly huge veiny dick. "But I want you to."

"Then I will be nice to you at first. Now turn around and show me that ass, show me how bad you want it."

Eager to do what Artem asked, he moved around and poked his ass out while grabbing one cheek. The other man positioned behind him. The unfamiliar warm skin against his upturned ass made him jump. Artem patted him, reached around his waist and grasped his shaft to jerk him off. He responded, slipped along Artem's palm until he groaned again. He turned his head, looked at Artem, letting him know he was ready for it.

Taking a lotion bottle off the side shelf, especially for First Class guests aboard the Coast Starlight, Artem liberally coated his fat dick with it and fingered Justin's virginal hole with more. "I'm going to fuck you now," Artem whispered, leaned over his back and nipped at his shoulder blades. "And believe me; you're going to love it, Jus."

Justin did too; right from the beginning as Artem pushed inside. His muscles relaxed, opened up even through the burn of the girth sliding forward. Artem eased back to only fuck back in again.

"You do, don't you, slut?"

"Aw fuck, I do." The pain subsided and all Justin felt was pleasure. "I love it."

Gripping his shoulder with one hand and his ribs with the other, Artem slammed away at him. His cock bobbed painfully up and down with the effort of the other man's stroke. He reached down and grasped his aching shaft. Thrusting through his thumb and forefinger relieved some of the tension so he could concentrate on the feelings of what Artem was doing to him. The place inside him rubbed by the fat cock sent ripples of intense erotic bliss through his balls, gut and centered on his spine.

Jerking fitfully, his balls unloaded. "Goddamn, jeezus!" Justin came before he really knew it. Hot sticky cum shot into his fist, one shudder after another and oozed between his fingers. "Fuckkk..." His orgasm didn't stop Artem, who rode the spasms, enjoying the tight clench of his ass while he came.

They fell on their sides, and fit amazingly well like this. Artem's shifting hips had Justin doing it too, rocking, and fucking together, in no hurry, as the Ukrainian claimed his ass. This went on for several minutes, the slow deliberate sex, but increased to hard thrusting. Artem panted, kissed and bit the back of his neck and sucked there too.

"Hey, be careful." Justin shied away slightly.

"Don't worry, I won't mark your sexy skin. Wouldn't want wifey to get mad."

"Too late now, I'm sure."

"Yes, I guess so."

Artem sniggered, breathed hotly into Justin's ear and tucked an arm through his thighs, bringing on leg up high. This made the penetration deeper, affected Artem's fuck enough he groaned, so close to orgasm.

"On you, I want to come on your face," babbled Artem, pulling out and ripping off his condom. "Oh, you son-of-a-bitch...gahhh!"

Justin turned over and let Artem jack off, before painting his face with hot sticky semen spurting from a most stunningly handsome cock. It was amazing watching it, but more so the sensation of the sudden void Artem left, along with the cum rolling over his lips and chin.

Shining with fresh satisfaction, Justin groaned, "Dammmn." He wiped his face with the back of his hand, licked the last trace of cum off his lips. "That's what I've been missing."

"Give me a some and I'll give you more, sir." Artem grinned roguishly. "I'm here to serve you."

"I wish." Sitting up, Justin grabbed his pants off the floor and pulled them on. "Crystal will notice I'm not in the roomette, I'm sure."

The handsome Ukraine rolled onto his back. "If you say so." He reached out to stroke Justin's leg and higher, eliciting another erection.

"Yes, unfortunately. And I need to take a shower all over again. She'll smell you on me right away."

"Okay then...nice fucking you."

Justin noted the other man's pout, Artem's lower lip nearly pushed out. It was cute. No wonder the trick worked for him like a charm. "My pleasure." He felt a wee awkward now. "I'll talk to you in the morning."

Artem said nothing more, just stretched out and watched him leave.

Fuck. I'm such an idiot, he silently cursed. "Shouldn't have done it dumb ass, shouldn't have fucked him."

Since it was so late, he didn't have to wait to use the shower and nor was anyone likely to interrupt him. He undressed again and turned on the water, waited for it heat while he thought about what just happened. He decided it was all right he had sex with Artem since he had an open relationship with his wife. So, yes, he'd promised just this once to behave, but Crystal knew him. She knew he couldn't keep a promise like that with someone as hot as Artem around. Of course she'd be upset when she found out, but if he were honest, she'd might be turned on by the fact he had his so-called cherry 'popped' again. Hell, she'd most likely want a threesome with another bisexual man.

A knock on the door startled him; he cracked it open and saw who it was. "Yes?" He said with a grin. "Can I help you?"

"Switch." Artem whispered huskily.

Justin didn't have to ask the man who pressed against the door what 'switch' meant. His dick knew what it meant and that was all he needed. He let Artem in, closed and locked the door. Kissing each other roughly, he undressed Artem, who wore jeans from the roomette to the shower and kicked them off to the corner. The room was steamy now, but the vanity mirror on the wall opposite of the tiny room had an anti-fog coating on it. He could clearly see two smooth hard-muscled males with harder cocks pressing against each other. It was by far the sexiest picture he'd ever seen.

In the shower, the water cascaded over him and bounced off Artem's back. Justin soaped up the other man, his hands paying special attention to the muscles in the shoulders, down the spine, and the crack formed by a perfect ass. His fingers slid in between and further, making Artem moan.

"More, oh fuck," Artem gasped, bent over and braced himself on the wall where he gazed heatedly back at Justin through the mirror. "More!"

"More?" Justin reached out of the shower to his toiletries bag, which hung on a hook. In the bag he grabbed a condom, ripped off the wrapper and rolled it on. "I have more."

Flopping his heavy dick on Artem, he slowly slid back and forth along the line of the Ukrainian's twitching ass. On the third pass, he moved down on the mark and tested Artem with light pressure. The man was excited and soapy enough that he slipped right inside, where Artem straightaway contracted his tight muscles.

"Oh, ga-awd," Justin's voice cracked as he pushed forward until he could go no further. "You are perfect, you really are."

Now in earnest, Justin gripped Artem's hips and push-pulled them as he thrust away in the deep heat. He stared in the mirror, the image of a dark-haired man with ecstasy on his face fucking a blond. The scent of sex was thick in the air, just like the heavy haze of the steam. He didn't know which was hotter, the showerhead spraying water or the tight quarters that surrounded his cock. His battering made the other man bite his lip to keep quiet in a communal shower on the Coast Starlight. They fucked like this, hard and fast until Artem's arms shook from exhaustion of holding them both up. Justin felt around to Artem's strong flat stomach to a thick shaft and jerked it hard, in time with his thrusts. They locked eyes and panted for air. Red-cheeked, they were both obviously riding the edge of their own orgasms.

The ultra-sensitive head of his cock finally diffused its pleasure throughout his body and the tension deep in the pit of his gut gave way. In climax, he thrust his hips against Artem's ass and froze, squeezing the dick in his hand. Before he heard Artem cry out, he felt the other man come. Hot creamy ejaculate spilled over his fist until the cock was soft. Now spent, it was all the energy that either man had, and they fell onto the shower floor. The water was lukewarm by now and quickly turning into ice, not giving them the chance to rest.

Artem helped Justin stand up. "That was very nice, thank you."

"Consider that your final tip," he grinned while they dressed. "Damn, I really like you, ya know. I live in Seattle and you live where?"

"Me too. I live in Portland." Artem sighed. "I don't hook up like this on the train, just so you know. This was the first time."

This revelation oddly made Justin feel giddy. He was glad to hear Artem didn't live too far away, a perfect distance for a three-day weekend. In addition, he was happy to hear it wasn't a habit of Artem's to get with the First Class passengers.

"Portland's not that far--" he started to say, but another knock at the door interupted him. "I guess we better go." He opened the door and met Crystal's smirk.

"I knew it." She didn't look mad; in fact, she looked a little amused catching Justin in the act. "Tired my ass, puppy boy."

"Err," he began, giving her a sheepish look, hoping it was good as his pout.

"He was..." Artem interjected boldly on Justin's behalf. "Until I changed his mind."

"I'm sure you did." Crystal's eyes appraised both men with a certain glint of mischief. "When we stop in San Francisco Artem, you'll have to demonstrate in our hotel room how you got my husband to break his promise."

"On or off the Coast Starlight, that's what I'm here for," Artem returned her grin. "To serve the lady and the gentleman."

The End