From: kataka@hotmail.com (kataka)
Subject: The boy on the train (m/b)
Date: Wed, 29 Jan 1997 21:43:44 GMT
Organization: boyswhoseduce

THE BOY ON THE TRAIN (M/B)

DISCLAIMER/WARNING:

The following story contains material of an explicit sexual nature,
involving consentual relations between boys and/or boys and men. 
All events and persons contained in this story are purely
fictional and do not represent the actions of actual persons. 
Do not read or download if you are offended by such material or if 
you are a minor and do not make it available to anyone not of legal 
age.

The story is snipped from a magazine: BOYS WHO SEDUCE No. 2. This
magazine was bought in England in late 70's. It does not contain any
publisher or author, so I can not give credit to anyone. 


The boy on the train



It was a sweltering hot summer day. Too hot to work. I am lucky 
enough to be my own boss so I decided to close the shop and go
off in search of some cool air at the seaside. My name's George
if you want to know and I won't see twenty one again. I have my
own house where I live alone, and am not too badly off; not rich
but I get by nicely.

I live not far from the coast, just about twenty minutes on the
train. It was about 11 a.m. when I got down to the station all
unaware that I was to have a rare and .. well . . miraculous
experience.

At that time of day the trains are all but empty. As I got in I
decided that it would not be difficult to find a nice empty
compartment. My hand was on the door handle of such a
compartment when I happened to glance into the one next door,
and I changed my mind about wanting privacy. The schoolboy
looked up at me as I got in. I didn't look too closely at him
while he was regarding me, but I did notice with a thrill that
he had his green shirt right open down the front and pulled out
of his jeans, so that I could see most of an inviting young
torso and the rib cage outline above.

I sat down. The boy had apparently lost interest in me and was
staring out of the window. So I had a good look at him. I judged
him to he eleven or twelve years old. He had long, straight fair
hair with a rather broad face, nicely shaped mouth and a
delightful snubbed nose. His face was suntanned as was that part
of his chest and tummy that I could see. He wore ragged blue
jeans, flaired but very tight at the loins. He had his legs
stretched out wide, and the creases in the cloth starting at his
crotch and reaching out along the tops of his legs and going off
at angles to disappear beneath him had that sexy eloquence which
sends me mad with lust. As more fuel for my building desire. I
could see the sunlight occasionally glinting on the top of his
fly zip. Already hard at the sight of him I was hypnotised in a
motionless stare.

The boy suddenly turned his head and looked me full in the face.
Startled, I felt my face beginning to burn. He grinned and I
nearly came my lot. 'Gotta fag mister, please?' His voice was
very young and had not yet broken. Without a word I got the
cigarettes out and handed him one. It must have been the heat
for I then threw caution out the train window and said; 'For a
boy as good-looking as you I've got anything'. 'Ta' he said,
taking the cigarette and accepting a light.

In the absence of any unfavourable response to my remark, I
decided to keep the conversation going. 'You're a bit young to
be smoking. How old are you?' 'Eleven', he grinned again showing
his white, even boy's teeth.' 'Why aren't you at school then?'
He waved the cigarette between his small fingers. 'Took the day
off. Too hot.' Then dropping his voice he added anxiously, 'Me
ol' man'll kill me if he finds out.' I wasn't sure, but I
thought that he was looking at the front of my trousers where,
even though I was sitting down something of my erection showed.

The train rounded a bend and the sunlight fell blazingly across
the boy's side of the compartment. 'Christ' he groaned screwing
up his eyes. 'Better come and sit over this side' I said. He
did. But instead of settling down in the corner seat as I had
expected, he came and sat right next to me. I fought temptation
to keep my hands to myself being scared of making a bad mistake.
For want of something to say I introduced myself and found out
that his name was Terry. 'What are you going to do with yourself
today then.' He shrugged his shoulders, an action which caused
his chest and stomach muscles to move under his young, brown
flesh. 'D'know' as he spoke he looked up at me and I could stand
it no longer. I put my arm around his shoulders. To my relief
and delight he did not reject me. I felt him snuggling up to me.
He murmured 'I fought you was ...' I said 'Thought I was...
what?' Slightly embarrassed he grinned up at me. 'Well.. . you
know... a bloke that likes boys.'

With my free hand I explored his naked chest. I felt his little
hard nipples and the smooth, hot naked flesh. Then my fingers
went to his navel and ran over his firm stomach. He giggled.
'That tickles.' I felt the exposed part of his thighs and was
aware that my cock was getting harder and beginning to dribble.
Then I tried to get the hand down the front of his jeans pushing
my fingertips inside the waistband, but he still had some of the
puppy fat of childhood and the waistband fitted too tightly. So
I began running the tip of my finger round inside his navel.

Overjoyed as I was by the miracle of finding a lovely and
willing boy on the train, I was also intrigued and asked him if
he'd been with men before. His body was moving slightly,
rhythmically, and he sighed every now and then. 'Yeah... and they
usually take me clothes off!' I could not help laughing at the
note of reproof in his young, high pitched voice. 'Don't worry,
young Terry, as soon as I can get you somewhere safe, so will
I!' He had now slipped down on the seat and was resting his feet
on the opposite one, so that his legs were opened wide and I
could see he had a hard on. The situation was unbearable and to
take my mind off I asked; 'How long have you been having it off
with men?'

He answered straight away. 'Since I was eight. My uncle stayed
wiv us. He had to sleep wiv me 'cos we only got three bedrooms
and my sisters share one. This night he was a bit drunk - been
boozin' wiv Mum and Dad at the pub. I was asleep and when I woke
up I found me pyjamas undone and the trousers pushed down round
me ankles. He was feeling my weapon and made it hard. I liked
it. When he knew I was awake he told me that if I didn't tell no
one what he was doing to me he'd give me some money. I said OK.
and then he told me to turn onto my front. Then I felt him
pushing his prick up me. It hurt and I started crying, but he
pushed me face into the pillow so no one would hear me and
promised me even more money if I was a good boy. It still hurt
but I began to like it, naturally the thought of the money was
good. I liked it more when he started groaning and rubbing my
dick as he pushed into me. When he shot it nearly killed me, and
the burning was fuckin' bad. 'Course, I didn't know about spunk
at the time.' He paused, I'll be glad when I'm makin' spunk.'
'You will, kid, you will' I reassured him.  'Did your uncle have
you any more?' He nodded. 'Every time he stayed wiv us, and he
used to come and see us a lot after that. Then he persuaded me
parents to let him take me away on holiday. We went on the
Norfolk Broads. He had six of his mates with him. Well . . they
all kept havin' me. I had a sore arse when I came home not to
mention my cock, but I had a lovely lot of money. I've been
going with blokes whenever I get the chance ever since.'

After listening to this, and the thrills I was getting from this
kid's sensuous body, I stopped cuddling him for fear of coming
in my pants. I was desperate. 'I must have you' I gasped. He
said he knew a place, a small cave near the sea a few miles from
the station. Stopping only in the town to buy a tin of vaseline,
I hustled Terry out of the place quickly on the quiet road to
the small coastal inlet where the boy said the cave was located.
Normally, I would have enjoyed the ramble to the spot, but what
with the heat and my impatience the journey was interminable.
But on arrival I saw at once that the place was ideal. The area
was deserted and the entrance well hidden. It was the sort of
place that only boys would know about.

By the time that we entered the warm semi-darkness I was
trembling with anticipation. We went through the main cave into
a small gallery from the roof of which a strong shaft of light
illuminated the interior. I put my arms round Terry and held him
against me, but only for a moment. I pulled his shirt off and
ran my hands over his back, feeling the firm buttocks under the
stiff material of his jeans. 'I'm gonna enjoy this' he murmured,
and he pushed his hips so that the front of his loins touched
the tops of my legs. He was only about four foot six and so
standing together like this his nob hung well below mine. But
the movement excited me still further. His back was wet with
perspiration. This caused my fingers to slip when the hand that
had been massaging and exploring his back tried to grasp and
pull down the zip at his flies. While I fumbled, his little hand
had grasped my own zip. He pulled it down. My trousers fell
open. I stopped and flung off my shirt. Then I attacked his
flies once more. Just as I pulled down his zip my trousers
slipped down. His jeans still clung to him even though his flies
now gaped. I saw that he was wearing black pants and there was a
bulge in front. I tugged his jeans and then made him sit down so
that I could take his shoes off and pull the jeans off his legs.
His pants were very brief. Their blackness set my lust on fire.
I couldn't speak. I made him turn around. I put one arm round
him and spread my hand over his naked stomach. I felt the artery
pulsing beneath his burning young body. My other hand was placed
over his bulging pants. I could feel the outline of his hard,
young dick and the fleshy, half-formed scrotum. He made gasping
noises, sucking in his breath and exhaling violently. His loins
began to jerk quickly. Backwards and forwards. His arse pushed
against my pulsing prick, and in the forward movement his hard
little cock nestled into my hand.

I turned him to face me and crushed his boy's body against my
own. Holding him to me with one hand I ran the fingers of my
free hand up and down the back of his pants, working between his
bum cheeks and feeling the red hot little ring beneath.

I had not thought it possible for an eleven year old boy to be
so sexy. He started groaning. His unbroken boy's voice adding a
nameless joy to the sound. Like exotic music from the stars. His
hands, which had been clenched tightly on my thighs moved
suddenly. His little fingers were inside the rim of my pants. He
began pushing them down. In between his groans he was swallowing
in great noisy gulps. He stuttered: 'Please . . . please . . .
push this up me.....' He grasped my tool. The hot fingers were
too small to meet round it. But the action sent me over the
edge. No other boy's hand has ever felt like that.

He pushed my pants right down. Reluctantly, I let go of him as I
kicked the pants off and with hands that almost refused to obey
me I got the tin of vaseline from my discarded trousers that lay
crumpled over the boy's on the cave floor.

Terry had sunk to his knees. I made him stand up. We both
trembled a bit. I crouched in front of him and slowly pulled his
brief black underpants down. I carefully drew the elastic over
his hard prick which was possibly three inches long. It was fat
and rock hard. The foreskin came to a point and his scrotum was
completely round and as yet very small. I took the whole of his
equipment in my hand and massaged it gently. Terry once more
started to work his loins and groaning.

I turned him round. He kicked the pants from him. I bent him
over and pushed a fingerful of grease just inside his ring which
was hard. As I touched him there he stiffened and sobbed, '0
Christ this is lovely.' I could wait no longer. Telling him to
stretch out on the ground, I laid on him. My right arm went
round him so that I had his cock in my hand. With my other hand
I directed my own prick to his arse. My nob touched, then
entered his ring. I couldn't identify the sound he made then.
But he lifted his arse up towards me and all at once the whole
length of my hot boy-hungry weapon was inside him. His body
worked madly. There was suction. The boy's body beneath me was
on fire. '0 fuck, you're lovely' he cried, among various other
murmurings.

Everything was blurred. We were both soaked in sweat. My body
slithered about on top of him as I thrust forward into him. Then
his hot little boy's cock went very hard in my hand. He began to
scream and giggle. I could feel his orgasm. He made no spunk of
course, but how his body was contracting! It was all too much. I
heard myself shouting and felt my juice spurting into him. He
was opening and shutting his legs and throwing his head from
side to side. Afterwards, we lay for a long time exhausted. I
saw him often from then on.