I told him I could get Tracy to come up and that she would be open to full use. I explained that she would arrive at 8pm the night of the fight and th...t all three holes would be available! He did not need anytime to think he was in.My next call was to Tracy. I explained the situation. Tracy said she would think about it. I waited a few days and brought up the idea again. Tracy was up for it but she was concerned if she could do 8 guys in a night. After a few more minutes she gave in. Two weeks. I was getting wet. I should have waited a little longer.The train pulled up to the station, illuminating the station sign. "Kankakee." The train was short- 5 cars long. It had a single P42, a transition sleeper, a sleeper named "Canyonlands", one of their new Cross Country Cafe cars, a baggage-coach, and a coach bringing up the rear. I rushed into the coach. There could not have been more than 15 restless riders in this coach.You might be wondering why I pay attention to that, or know so much.. Through my jeans AND his, I could feel his cock, which by now was hard, pressing on my ass.At this point, I was seriously wondering if I could go through with what was to follow. Throwing all caution to the wind, I started rubbing his stiff dick through his jeans, feeling and KNOWING that I was in for something special on my first taste of cock! Both Eddie and I knew at this moment, that we were taking our friendship to a WHOLE new, and other, level.His Grandmother was home and, as we were in. And then she slowly and tentatively made her way across the room to the far end of the bar, as she was approaching a young black man who was sitting on a bar stool, right next to his Hispanic friend.I admired Sally's spunk--especially once she had a few Manhattans down her throat. She had no intention of waiting for me to try to set her up with a black guy. No sir. She was bound and determined to negotiate that deal, all on her own. In other words, she was hell-bent on picking which black guy.