I had seen before. Morgan was just standing there with one hand on his hip and asked if there was anything that I needed. He was going to take his 20-minute break but wanted to check with me first. He was so damned sexy. All of this 6-foot blonde specimen of manhood just stood there, waiting for my reply. I told him that there was nothing I needed at the moment but, if he just wanted to chat while he was on a break, he could feel free to come to my room, no matter what time of the day or night. I wouldn't sleep much on the train anyhow, just take catnaps. He thanked me for the invitation and said he might take me up on it and turned to walk on down the passageway.

I left my room door open and would look up to see various passengers pass by and of course, to catch another glimpse if Morgan should happen by. It seemed that every time Morgan passed by, he stopped, looked in and asked if I needed anything. This went on all day and about 3:30 that afternoon, Morgan stopped and asked if I minded company. He was taking another of his breaks and had 20 minutes or so. I, of course, told him to come on in and sit a spell.

We got to know each other very well in that short time. He was raised on a farm in Ohio and took his training as a porter in New York. He was not married, liked music of the 50s and 60s. His hobbies were soccer, baseball, cooking and gardening. He actually lived in southern California area and owned a small house near the ocean at Huntington Beach.

I was curious and asked Morgan about his working situation. I mean, did he work a straight shift from LA to Seattle or just the normal 8 hours. He said that he actually worked 12 hours with 4 hours off. There was another porter that would take over for those 4 hours. There were rooms aboard, just for the porters and their rest periods. I asked him about the dinner hour and what he did for food. He said that he could eat in the dinner car but he would have to be out of uniform to do so.

I asked Morgan if he didn't have plans at dinnertime, if he'd care to join me at a table. He said he would be very happy to do so and would meet me at a table about 7:10. Just as Morgan was about to leave my room from his break, he closed the door and turned and grabbed me by my shoulders and gave me one of the most sensual kisses I think I have ever had. This took me by complete surprise, as there had not been any mention of any gayness or sexual preferences. After our long kiss, he said, "I hope you didn't mind but, you are so damned tempting and tantalizing, I couldn't help myself." I must have stood there like a geek with my mouth agape as Morgan went out the door smiling.

I was at the dining table at 7:00. I ordered a cocktail and read the menu. At exactly 7:10, I looked up to see this gorgeous man standing there at my table, slightly snug Levi's with a nice bulge but, not obtrusive, sneakers and a white long sleeved shirt, rolled half way up his arms. His hair was slightly messed but that only made him