Date: Tue, 26 Sep 2006 14:34:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: HAPPENING ON A TRAIN

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HAPPENING ON A TRAIN
by RimPig   2007

DAY ONE, NIGHT ONE

Though it has been more than forty years, I remember it like it happened
yesterday. I was fourteen at the time, an only child, and I was being sent
for the summer to my Aunt's house in Denver. My parents were going to be in
Germany where my father was going to work for six months for the
engineering company he was employed by. He'd already been gone for three
months while my mother had waited here in the States until my school let
out for the summer. Why I didn't go with them, I'm not exactly sure. I know
I was given some kind of explanation at the time but it didn't make any
sense to me. I got the feeling that either they didn't want me with them,
wanting to spend the time alone or it was too expensive.

Either way, I was headed from where we lived in Boston to Denver on a
train. It was a trip that would take three days and two nights. I guess it
was too expensive for me to fly. I know I remember asking my mother why I
wasn't going by bus and she said that it was too dangerous.  That she
didn't want me traveling by bus. I might get off the bus and get lost. Of
course, I could do the same thing on a train but I guess she just felt
better about the train. Still, she gave me many dire warnings about keeping
to myself and, under no circumstance was I to talk to any strangers -
especially strange men.

Personally, I did like the train better. I had my own little compartment
with my own toilet and a pair of seats that made into a bed. When the
porter showed me to my 'roomette' as they were called, he showed me how to
work the toilet and how to make the seats into a bed. My mother had packed
a number of books for me so I had plenty to do.

Perhaps you think that reading was not a lot to do for a boy of fourteen
but I was an incessant reader. I spent most of my time with "my nose in a
book" as my father said. I know I was a great disappointment to my father
because I was not like other boys. I was studious, quiet, and painfully
shy. My father, on the other hand, if his stories were to be believed (and
I had no reason to doubt them), was a star athlete in high school and had
played football in college. He was a very large man, with broad shoulders
and a booming voice that often frightened me. I, on the other hand, was
small and slender, having more the physical build of my mother. I also had
her coloring with pale skin, with dark hair and blue eyes. My father was
blond and had green eyes and was quite hairy with hair all over his chest
and stomach as well as his arms and legs. How much hair he had in more
private places, I had no idea, having never seen him naked.

Not that I hadn't tried.

I had no idea why, at the time, but I had an inordinate curiosity about
what my father looked like naked. Having never seen an adult male nude, I
suppose there was a certain curiosity about what I would look like when I
grew up but I think, even then, I knew it was more than that. I knew that I
was curious for other reasons, I just didn't know what they were but I knew
that they had something to do with the 'difference' I felt with other boys.

That was the main reason that I was so painfully shy. I didn't want anyone
to get to know me because I was hiding a terrible secret. For the longest
time as I was growing up, I knew that there was something 'different' about
me but I had no idea exactly what it was. When I entered into puberty at
age twelve and began masturbating, I noted that all of my masturbation
fantasies were about males, but I just thought that was common. How wrong I
was! It was while browsing in a used bookstore one day that I found and
purchased a book that was to change my life irrevocably.  It was a book
called "Teleny". It was attributed to the author Oscar Wilde who was
notoriously homosexual. To be honest, being only twelve, I had heard the
word before but I had no idea what it meant. By the time I finished reading
this Victorian era homosexual romance, I not only knew what homosexuality
was, I knew that I was homosexual.

You might notice that I use the word 'homosexual' and not 'gay' in talking
about that time. That is because the word 'gay' still meant 'happy or
joyous'. It had no sexual connotation. That was to come several years
later, after the so-called "Stonewall Riots". No, at that time, if you
preferred sexual partners of your same sex, you were called a homosexual.

After reading "Teleny" I began to look for other books about
homosexuality. Of course, what few that there were of them were written by
'doctors' who had nothing whatever good to say about being 'that way'. The
more I read, the most self-hatred and self-loathing I developed. I clearly
understood why I was such a disappointment to my father and tried very hard
not to let anyone get close enough to me to learn my terrible secret.

For two years, I struggled with the knowledge of what I was, wondering if
my life would end as tragically as those of the characters in the novel
which I had read and re-read at least a hundred times and the book was,
even now, buried in one of my suitcases where no one would hopefully find
it. I wondered, more especially, if I would ever find someone to do the
things described in that novel with me. I didn't know how to know if
another boy was homosexual and, as shy as I was, I doubted if I would ever
get the chance to find out. What I had not counted on, however, was what
was about to happen to me on that train.

We had left for Denver from Boston in the early afternoon. I spent until
dinner time in my compartment reading. When I heard the chimes that the
porters used to announce dinner in the dining car, I left and headed
there. This was still the days when the dining service was all china and
linen tablecloths with gleaming silver and sparkling crystal. It was also
excellent food served by porters dressed in uniforms. All in all, quite an
experience for a fourteen year old boy who went out to dinner with his
parents maybe three or four times a year.

I was sitting there, busily studying the menu, when I heard a deep voice.

"Would you mind if I joined you? There doesn't seem to be another table
available." the voice said.

I lowered the menu and looked up. Way up! Standing next to the table was a
tall young man. I knew he was an adult, but quite a young one. I didn't
have any idea of his age but I later found out that he was twenty-four. The
first thing I noticed was that he was stunningly handsome with the most
beautiful green eyes and dark blond hair, almost the same coloring as my
father. His smile was dazzling and, as I quickly looked him over, I could
see that he was quite muscular, with broad shoulders and thick arms but
with a very trim waist. I could tell this because he was wearing a very
tight v-neck sweater and very tight jeans. The sweater was maroon in color
and had the words "Harvard Crew" embroidered over one side of his chest. A
very large, muscular chest, I might add.

"Uhh...yes, please." I said quietly, though how I found my voice after the
shock of being in the presence someone so handsome.

"I'm Michael Clinton." he said, holding out his large hand.

We shook hands and, while his handshake was firm, it didn't hurt my hand
like some adults did.

"I...I'm Jeffrey McAllister." I stuttered. "I'm pleased to meet you,
Mr. Clinton."

I know this sounds terribly stilted but you need to understand, the lack of
etiquette and manners that are so much the hallmark of teenagers today was
not the case when I was growing up. I had been trained by my parents,
almost from the time I could talk, in the proper etiquette for most
situations as were most children I knew. It was unthinkable to utilize the
easy familiarity with which most teenagers deal with adults today. I'm not
saying, by the way, that the way I was raised was necessarily better - just
different than today.

"Please! Call me Mike. You say 'Mr. Clinton' and I think you're talking to
my dad." Mike said, smiling. "So what should I call you?"

"You can just call me Jeff."

"So where are you headed to, Jeff?" He asked by way of conversation.

"To Denver. I'm spending the summer with my aunt there. Where are you
going?"

"I'm headed all the way to California, to Los Angeles. I've been offered an
assistant professorship at UCLA." Mike replied.

"What do you teach?" I asked.

"I have my master's degree from Harvard in History." he said.

"Yes, I thought you went to Harvard." I smiled.

"How did you know?" he asked, somewhat taken aback by my statement.

"Your sweater." I said.

He looked down and got this very sheepish grin on his face.

"I'd forgotten I was wearing this." he said.

"What is 'crew'?" I asked.

"It's a type of racing, with long, narrow boats that a team rows." he
explained.

"Oh! I think I've seen some of them on the Charles River." I said.

"Yes, you probably have. It's quite a popular sport in Cambridge and the
Charles is where Harvard and a number of other schools practice."

"So you were an athlete." I said in awe.

I hasten to mention here that athletes figured heavily in a lot of my
masturbation fantasies.  Especially football players. I was really looking
forward to going to high school the next year because there would be
football and I wanted to go to the games so I could see the young, high
school athletes play. Of course, I wasn't so much interested in the game as
I was in the young athletic bodies on the field.

Mike laughed at this.

"Yes, I suppose you could say that I was. I also played football for
Harvard and was on the wrestling team. Do you participate in any sports?"
he asked.

"Uhh...no. I'm just going into high school next year. We didn't have any
sports in my elementary school." I explained.

I should add here that in the school system that I attended, there was no
such thing as a 'middle school' or 'junior high school'. Grades one through
eight were elementary school and grades nine through twelve were high
school.

"Well, if they have gymnastics or swimming, you should go out for them. You
have the perfect build for a gymnast or a swimmer." Mike said.

I was quite take aback by this for two reasons. First of all, no one had
ever so much as hinted that my body was 'perfect' for any type of sport. I
suppose my father, who's sport was football, didn't even consider
gymnastics or swimming as true 'sports'. Certainly, I was not built to be a
football player and, therefore, to him, I was not 'sports
material'. Secondly, Mike's comment indicated that he had been looking at
my body as I had been looking at his. However, I was sure that it was not
for the same reason. I was sure that Mike was not going to use what he saw
for masturbation fantasies that night. I guess I was extremely naive at
fourteen.

"I don't know if they do or not. Do you really think that I could be an
athlete?" I asked.

It was my dream to be one of the boys and men that I fantasized about. I
would give anything to be an athlete, to be on a team with other boys and
feel the comradery and friendship which I had read about between team
members. I was a very lonely boy who was desperate to find someone or some
group of someones to be friends with.

"Why not? You're young. You have a good body. The only difference between
those who are athletes and those who are not is determination. You have to
want it and you have to have the will to win. That's what sporting
competition is all about." Mike explained.

"But how do you know if you have those things?" I asked.

"You make the effort to go out for a sport. That's really the only way to
know."

I listened to all this and took it to heart. As I guess is common, I was
much more inclined to listen to someone like Mike, who was closer to my own
age and who was incredibly attractive to me, than I was inclined to listen
to the other adults in my life.

It also might interest you to know that there was both swimming and
gymnastics in my high school and I went out for both teams. While I was not
the 'football hero' that my father was, my father didn't make it to the
Olympics as part of the men's gymnastics team as I did. And no, I'm not
going to mention what year or where they were held because both my lover,
who I ended up meeting in college, and myself were part of the team and we
still choose to keep our relationship out of the public eye. However, my
father ended up proudly watching his 'disappointing' son compete on the
world stage. Just by going out for sports in high school, it changed my
father and my relationship for the better. However, I don't think he would
have ever understood or condoned where the idea of me going out for these
teams came from to begin with.

That night, in the dining car, Mike and I talked all through dinner. Well,
mostly it was Mike, answering my questions about his days of football,
wrestling and crew at Harvard. I was so enthralled with him, with listening
to his deep voice, that for the life of me, I have no idea what I ate or
whether it was any good or not. What I do remember was the incredible
disappointment I felt when Mike and I finally noticed that there was no
other diners left in the dining car but the two of us and the porters were
starting to strip the tables for the night. I didn't want my time with Mike
to end but I had no way of doing anything about it. It was then that the
most amazing thing happened.

"Well, I guess they want us to vacate the premises. I'm not particularly
tired, are you?" Mike asked me.

"Uhh...no. I'm not." I replied.

Of course I wasn't! This whole adventure - even without meeting Mike - was
far too exciting for me to be sleepy. Add to that excitement, the
incredible 'rush' of spending dinner with Mike, I felt it was most likely I
might not sleep until we reached Denver!

"Well then, how about coming back to my compartment and we can continue
talking?" Mike asked me.

I just sat there looking at him a moment. I couldn't believe that he was
wanting to spend more time with me.

"I would love to, if you're sure you don't mind." I said.

"I wouldn't have asked you if I did." he smiled at me. "Just follow me."

And with that he rose and I followed him out of the dining car.

Mike's compartment was closer to the dining car than mine was. It was also
a good deal bigger. I had the smallest compartment on the train, a
'roomette'. Mike, on the other hand, had what was termed a 'deluxe' car. It
had more room with large seats and it also had a separate bathroom.  When
we reached his compartment, Mike rang for the porter and ordered what he
termed a 'night-cap'. I thought this rather odd since, at that age, the
only 'night-cap' I knew of were the funny tasseled hats that some people
wore to bed when it was cold. I had no idea it was another term for an
alcoholic beverage so you can imagine my surprise when the porter delivered
two drinks in small crystal stem-ware on a small silver platter.

It was a dark liquid, the likes of which I'd never seen before. I might
mention that the only alcohol that was ever served in our home was beer,
Irish whiskey, scotch and gin. My parents didn't drink wine and so I knew
nothing about it. Mike handed me one of the small glasses and told me it
was 'Port'. He told me to take very small sips of it. It was like nothing
I'd ever tasted before, but I liked the rather warm feeling it gave me. I
noticed it did relax me but I'm sure that Mike had told me to take small
sips because he didn't want me either getting drunk on it or falling
asleep, either.

There was little chance of me falling asleep, however, because we'd no more
gotten into the compartment when Mike went into the bathroom saying he was
going to 'change'. And what a change it was! When he came out, he was
wearing nothing but a pair of athletic shorts with no shirt or
shoes. Almost all his magnificent body was now on display for my
enjoyment. His muscles were even bigger and more defined that I had
imagined and I was suddenly getting very uncomfortable sitting there
because my very unruly adolescent cock was boned hard and throbbing. I had
carefully crossed my legs trying to hide it but that just made it all the
more uncomfortable.

Mike didn't seem to notice either my hardon or my fascination with his
body. We continued to talk and, eventually, as it always does with guys, we
got around to the subject of sex. If Mike was steering the discussion in
that direction, I wasn't aware of it. However, I do remember him asking me
if I had a girlfriend.

"Uhh...no. I'm too young. Do you have one?" I asked, not knowing where I
got the audacity to ask an adult such a personal question.

"No. I'm too young." Mike said, grinning at me. "Actually, to be honest, I
don't care very much for girls. They're too silly on one hand, always
concerned about how they look and going shopping. On the other hand,
they're far too serious, always looking for someone to marry. I'm not
interested."

"In what, shopping or getting married?" I joked.

"Either!" he roared and we both laughed over that one.

When we quieted down, I don't know why I did it, maybe it was the fact that
I truly liked Mike and felt like we had become friends in the short time
we'd been together or maybe it was the burden of carrying the secret around
with me for two years and not being able to tell anyone but I quietly said
to Mike, "I don't like girls either."

"Well, you're young yet. What are you? Thirteen? Fourteen?" he asked.

"I'm fourteen." I answered.

"That could change." Mike said softly.

"I don't think so." I took a deep breath and screwed up my courage. "Have
you ever heard of a book called 'Teleny'?" I asked.

"The one that's attributed to Oscar Wilde? Yes, I read it a couple of years
ago. Have you read it?" Mike asked, showing a great deal of surprise.

"Only about a hundred times. I found it when I was twelve in a used book
store." I admitted.

"I see. I take it you understand what it's about." Mike said this as a
statement, not a question.

"Yes. It's about two guys who fall in love."

Mike didn't say anything for a few moments, he just sat there looking at
me. I started to become afraid that I'd said too much and now he would hate
me for being homosexual. I had just decided to get up and go back to my own
compartment when he finally spoke.

"I take it that you've never done anything that is talked about in the book
with another guy?"  Mike asked gently, smiling at me.

"No. I don't know another guy to do them with." I admitted.

"But you'd like to, I take it."

"More than anything in the world." I replied.

With this, Mike got up off the seat where he was sitting across the
compartment from me and sat down next to me. He was so close, that I could
feel the warmth of his body and smell his musky, masculine scent. The only
other man's scent I'd ever smelled was my father's. While Mike's was
somewhat like that, it was different in a indefinable way. One difference,
however, was that Mike's scent had me almost crazy with desire for him from
the moment I smelled it.

As we sat there, neither of us saying anything, Mike raised his hand and
very gently brushed the back of it against my cheek and then let his hand
trail down the back of my neck until his arm was across my shoulders,
holding me. I looked up into his eyes as he did this and he smiled at me.

"So soft." he said quietly, almost to himself. Then he said to me, "You are
such a beautiful boy, Jeff. Do you know that?"

I know I blushed at his words because I could feel my face heat up.

"No. No one's ever told me that I was beautiful before."

"Trust me, you are." Mike smiled.

"And...and so...are you." I finally managed to say.

"I kind of thought you felt that way. You couldn't seem to take your eyes
off me all through dinner. What you didn't seem to notice was me looking at
you." he grinned.

"You were?" I said in surprise.

"Yes, I was. You are about the most beautiful boy I've ever seen. You see,
I like boys like you. I hope it doesn't bother you that I'm so much older
than you are."

"I don't know how old you are." I said.

"I'm twenty-four." he said.

"But it's guys like you that I've always liked looking at the most." I
assured him. "Especially guys who are athletes."

"Oh, so that's why all the questions about sports." he grinned.

"Yeah." I said, looking away in embarrassment.

I felt his other hand take my chin and lift it while turning it back to
where I was looking at him again. He leaned down and gently kissed me on
the lips. He pulled back, looking at me questioningly, to see my
reaction. My reaction was simple. I reached up and put my arms around his
muscular neck and pressed my mouth against his.

Of course, I didn't really know how to kiss, this being the first 'real'
kiss I'd ever initiated. I knew that I wanted more than to just press my
lips against his but I didn't know what it was I wanted or how to obtain
it. But Mike knew. He reached around so that both his arms were around me
and then he pressed his mouth against mine and opened his slightly. His
tongue began licking at my upper lip and I don't know why I did it but I
opened my mouth as well. With this, his tongue flowed into my mouth and,
without even thinking about it, my eyes closed and I began sucking on his
tongue all the time groaning into Mike's mouth.

It was at that point, however, that I truly embarrassed myself. My cock had
been hard all evening, especially ever since we'd gotten back to Mike's
compartment. Now, with the incredible stimulation of this deep, passionate
kiss and the feeling of Mike's arms around me and holding me close to his
incredibly muscular body, I cried out and began cumming in my pants without
even touching myself. Mike could feel the tremors that were going through
my body as he could feel the cries I made into his mouth and he held me
even tighter until they stopped. He then pulled his mouth away from mine
and looked deep into my eyes.

"I'm sorry! I couldn't help myself!" I exclaimed, struggling to get out of
Mike's arms.

I just wanted to run back to my compartment, lock the door and never come
out until we reached Denver, I was so embarrassed by my body's
betrayal. Mike, however, was far too strong for me and wouldn't let me go.

"Jeff. Please. Calm down. It's okay." he said, soothingly as he planted
several small kisses on my cheeks and forehead.

"It...it is?" I asked, pensively.

"It is more than okay. It's not only perfectly natural but it is incredibly
flattering that just me kissing you could do that to you." he smiled. "I've
never had someone cum just from my kissing him."

"No?"

"No. What I'm trying to figure out is whether it was the fact that you
wanted to be kissed so badly or that it was me kissing you." he grinned.

"It was you. Oh, God! It was you! Believe me!" I swore to him. "I've never
seen someone as beautiful as you are. I've never had someone hold me or
kiss me like that, but it was the fact that it was you doing it that made
it so wonderful."

"Thank you, Jeff. That is about the nicest thing that any guy has ever said
to me." Mike smiled. "I take it that cumming like that, so spontaneously,
has never happened to you before?"

"No. Never. Honest!" I said.

"I believe you. You see, I'm not sure if we hadn't gone on another minute
or so if I wouldn't have done the same thing." he grinned.

I looked at him in surprise. He pulled back slightly from me and looked
down into his lap. I followed to where he was looking and I could see a
huge bulge in his shorts that I knew was his cock. There was also a large
spot of wetness on the shorts where it looked like the head of his cock was
laying against his thigh.

"You see what I mean?" he asked, smiling.

"Uhh...did I do that?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yes. You did that." he laughed.

"Uhh...did you cum?" I asked, seeing the wet spot.

"No, almost. That spot you see is pre-cum. You know, the stuff that leaks
out of your cock right before you get ready to cum. I leak pretty heavy."
he said.

"I don't hardly at all." I told him.

"No, but you seem to cum quite heavy for fourteen." he said, looking down
at my lap.

I looked down and could see the wet stain on my jeans. It had leaked right
through my briefs. I knew I shot heavy. Luckily, I had gotten into the
habit of sucking up my cum from my hands rather than using tissues or a
towel to clean myself. I did this, first of all, because I had liked the
taste of my cum the very first time I tasted it and because it left no
evidence of my nocturnal habits for my parents to find. Besides, from what
I read, I would hopefully be eating some other boy's cum someday and I
wanted to get used to it.

"Why don't you take off your clothes and we'll get you cleaned up." Mike
said gently.

I hesitated and Mike noticed.

"I will if you will." he said, smiling.

I didn't know then how he knew how badly I wanted to see him naked. I
thought he was reading my mind or something. But, putting actions to words,
he took his arms from around me and stood up, right in front of me. He
hooked his thumbs into his small shorts and slowly pushed them down his
body. I thought he would be naked doing so but not quite. As his shorts
cleared his groin, I saw that he was wearing a jockstrap. A very used and,
evidently if the smell was any indication, a rarely laundered jockstrap. I
could see his hard cock pushing at the mesh pouch and could see just the
head of it poking out of the thin waistband. The head of his cock was wet
with pre-cum and it was all I could do to keep myself from sticking out my
tongue and licking it off, I wanted to taste it so badly.

What I did, instead, was to breathe in deeply of the musky, pungent scents
that were emanating from his groin. I guess my breathing was loud because
the next thing I knew, Mike had put his hand on the back of my head and
pushed it gently forward until my nose was buried in the mesh pouch of his
jock. I reached up and grabbed hold of his thighs and began breathing
deeply of the scents locked in his jock.

Finally, however, smelling them were not enough. My tongue came out and I
began to lick and suck at the pouch of his jock, and at his cock and balls
that were trapped inside it. I followed the long tube of his cock until I
reached the head that had poked out of his waistband and finally swiped my
tongue across it, tasting his pre-cum. It was salty and sweet at the same
time and I loved it. I would have licked up more of it, but Mike groaned
and took my head in his hands, pulling it away from his cock. I looked up
at him in confusion, thinking I had done something wrong.

"Whoa, there, Tiger! I don't want to get off until you at least are naked."
he grinned down at me.

I stood up and quickly took off all of my clothes except my briefs. Mike
sat down on the seat and took hold of those, pulling them down over my hard
cock and holding them while I put my hand on his bare shoulder to steady
myself while I stepped out of them. It was then that Mike did something
that totally shocked me. He took my cum-filled briefs and brought them to
his face, smelling them and then licking the cum from them. I guess he saw
my look of shock at his actions because he pulled the briefs away from his
mouth and grinned at me and then winked.

If that shocked me, however, what he did next almost had me over the moon!
He reached out, grabbing my hips and pulling me close to him, between his
spread legs, and then leaned down and began to lick all of the cum from my
groin. The feeling of his tongue almost had me shooting again! When all of
the cum was gone from my sparse pubic hairs and balls, he reached up and
once again took my face in his hands and pulled it down to his, kissing me
deeply. I could taste my cum in his mouth with my tongue and I was moaning
over it. While I liked the taste of my cum, tasting it from Mike's mouth
was way more exciting than just licking it off my hand!

"I think it's time that we opened the bed, don't you think?" Mike asked,
pulling his mouth away from mine.

"Sure!" I said eagerly.

Of course, what I meant was that I was willing to do anything - and I do
mean anything - that Mike wanted. I just wanted to continue with what we
were doing. Mike chuckled at my answer, and I figured he understood what I
really meant.

Mike pulled down the seat back and the whole seat made into a bed, with
sheets and pillows already there. I got into the bed without him even
telling me. He stopped and looked down at me, smiling, as he finally
divested himself of his jock. Now I could see all of him. His cock was
huge!  Of course, I would think that, given the fact that I had never seen
an adult male cock before - especially not hard. But my cock was of fairly
good size for someone my age. I had five and a quarter inches. I knew I did
because I measured it religiously at least once a week, praying it would
continue to grow. Mike, however, had at least three inches on me and it was
more than twice the thickness of mine. His balls were a lot bigger than
mine were and hung down in a hairy sack. Except for a few, sparse hairs
above my cock, I was still hairless.

He saw the fascination I was lavishing on his cock and he stood there, next
to the bed, his hands on his hips and his pelvis jutting forward, allowing
me to look. Finally, I heard his deep voice softly addressing me.

"You can touch it if you want. It won't bite."

I looked up and saw Mike grinning at me. I grinned back and then reached
out with my hand and grasped his hardness. I could barely get my hand
around it, it was so thick. It was also very hard but, at the same time,
the skin of it was soft to my touch. It felt like my own only bigger, of
course. However, one thing that was different was when I touched Mike's
cock, I didn't get any of the rush of feeling that happened when I touched
my own. Therefore, I was able to more carefully explore what his actually
felt like.

I let my hand slide down until I had his nut-sac in it. I hefted his balls
in my hand and found them to be heavy - far heavier than mine. Of course,
his were a great deal bigger as well. As I fondled them, they drew up and
the sac became tighter around them. I figured from my own experience that
Mike was getting very turned on and close to cumming.

This was somewhat confirmed to me for within moments, Mike had taken my
hand off his sac. He held onto my hand, however, as he got into the bed
next to me. Then he took my hand and brought it to his mouth, gently
kissing each of my fingers and then going back and sucking each of them
individually into his mouth. I was moaning almost immediately at the
intimacy and the feeling of this. My cock, which had never grown soft, felt
like it was going to shoot off again any moment. I think Mike must have
realized this for he gently pushed me back onto the bed on my back and then
got down between my legs.

He looked up at me from between my legs and grinned at me. Then he hooked
his finger around my cock which was so hard it was like it was glued to my
stomach. He pulled my cock with his finger until it was standing straight
up. Mike then rose up slightly and opened his mouth, devouring my cock down
to my pubic hairs. The warmth! The wetness! The intensity of feelings that
flooded through me had me closing my eyes and moaning instantly. However, I
quickly opened my eyes again because I wanted to see what was about to
happen. I knew that I was about to get my first 'blow job' and I wasn't
going to miss any of it!

Of course, when your fourteen, you don't have anything in the way of
restraint. Mike was able to go up and down on my cock maybe three times at
most and I raising my hips and was pushing my cock hard into his mouth
while shooting the hardest load of cum I'd ever shot in my life, crying out
unintelligible gibberish the whole time.

When I finally 'came down' from my orgasm, Mike continued to hold my cock
in his mouth, gently licking it with his tongue until I finally had to push
his head away because I was just too sensitive to take it anymore. With
this, he grinned at me again.

"Like that?" he asked.

I looked at him like he must be crazy! Like it? I loved it! I would
practically kill to have him do that to me again!

"Oh, God! Yes!" I cried out.

He laughed. It was weird, at that point. I knew that I was about the
happiest I had ever been in my life but when I looked at Mike, the joy that
was written all over his face was equal to my own.  It would be some time
before I truly understood the joy that is derived in giving pleasure, not
just getting it.

Mike moved from between my legs until he was lying next to me. He took me
in his arms and kissed me. I could again taste my pungent cum in his mouth
and moaned at the taste as well as the feelings as my cock became instantly
hard again. Mike pulled away from my mouth and, when he looked down, he saw
my hard cock, standing tall and proud again.

"I guess that thing never goes down, does it?" he chuckled.

"Well...not while I'm near you." I said.

I guess right there and then, Mike knew something that I didn't. He knew I
was falling in love with him. Of course, what I had no way of knowing is
that this is a very common occurrence. It is very common to fall in love
with the guy who first brings you into the world of male sex.  Especially
if that is the type of sex that you are oriented towards. For his part, I
think, looking back after all these years, that Mike fell in love with me
as well. The only thing was, he was more wise in the ways of life than I
and realized that it was something that would not, could not last. I would
get off the train in Denver and Mike would go on to Los Angeles. Nothing
else was possible.

I lay there in his arms until I finally built up the courage to ask him the
one thing that was burning in my mind, "Do I get to do that to you?"

"Do you want to?" Mike asked.

"More than anything!" I swore.

"Then I guess we'd better let you, huh?" he smiled.

I grinned back at him.

Mike took his arms from around me and put them behind his head then he
looked up at me.

"Now there's two things I'm going to warn you about. First, watch your
teeth. They are a lot sharper than you think and a cock is really
sensitive. Second, don't try to take it all. You'll just choke and that's
not fun. Okay?" he asked.

"Okay." I said.

"Other than that, no matter what you do, it's going to feel good to me so
don't worry about it.  Just have fun!" Mike grinned.

I started to move down to between his legs but was stopped by a scent. A
very raw, very male scent. I wondered where it was coming from and then I
noticed that by putting his hands behind his head, Mike had opened his
armpits to the air. I leaned down and that was exactly where the scent was
coming from. I was so intrigued by the scent that I leaned further down and
actually put my nose right into the soft, golden hair in his pit. It was
then I heard his voice again.

"I take it that my scent turns you on?" Mike asked.

I looked up from his pit and he was smiling at me.

"Oh, yes!" I said.

"That's fine. You snort down all you want. Taste it if you want." Mike
grinned.

Now! There was an idea! Taste!

I leaned back down and began licking through the sparse hairs in Mike's
pit. The taste was salty and a bit tangy and thoroughly exciting to me. It
must have been doing something for Mike because he was softly moaning as I
licked. When his pit was sopping wet with my saliva and all the taste was
about gone, I went to move down to his cock. However, he stopped me.

"Aren't you going to share?" Mike asked, smiling.

"Share?" I asked, confused.

"Come here." he said softly, putting his hand behind my head.

He pulled me to his mouth and kissed me by licking all around my mouth,
tasting himself, before he opened my mouth with his tongue and licked
inside as well. Finally, he let go of my head and I pulled back from his
mouth. I grinned down at him and he answered me with a grin as well.

I then moved down between his legs. I wasn't exactly sure how to start
this, however. I don't know why, but I didn't want to ask Mike what to
do. I guess it was some kind of misplaced pride that made me want to do
this on my own. However, I did remember that Mike had told me to watch my
teeth, not to choke and have fun. So I thought to myself, 'what would be
fun?'. And then the answer came to me - more scent!

I lay down on the bed between his legs and began sniffing his groin. It was
readily apparent that his balls had, without doubt, the most intense scent
so I started there. I sniffed at his hairy sac and then began to lick
it. The tastes were stronger than his pits. Saltier, more tangy. I loved
them!  And, evidently, from the groans that I heard, Mike loved what I was
doing. I licked until I reached up to the base of his very hard cock. It
was then that I remembered that I had already cum twice and Mike hadn't cum
yet at all.

I quickly licked up his cock until I reached the head of it. The taste of
his cock was more subtle than his scrotal sac but I could still taste the
tang of musk and the saltiness on it. It was a taste that I found quite
interesting because I had no idea what a cock might taste like, but now I
knew.  I also knew it was a taste that I was very much in love with. I
noticed also that Mike's cock was wet with pre-cum and I began licking at
it. The more I licked, however, the more came pouring out. I decided that
the easiest way to deal with this was to put my mouth over it and suck it
out like Mike's cock was a straw. However, it was so long, that I had
trouble bending my head down far enough to get my mouth around it.

"Why don't you try a different angle. It will make it easier." Mikes voice
came quietly.

I looked at him, questioningly.

"Come lay down next to me with your feet up here." he said, patting the
area near his head. "See if that doesn't work better."

I moved to the way he suggested and found the head of his cock was now
pointed directly at my mouth. I opened my mouth and slowly began to suck on
the large head of his cock. I could taste his pre-cum flowing from it as I
sucked. Remembering what Mike had warned me of, I kept my teeth covered
with my lips and away from his cock and I moved forward very carefully,
taking no more of his cock in my mouth than I thought I could handle. I
eventually got about a third of it in my mouth, moving up and down on it
like he had on mine.

Speaking of mine, what I didn't notice when I moved into the position that
Mike had suggested was that it put my cock very near his mouth. As I sucked
on his, I felt it becoming harder and even slightly larger around. Just as
I thought he might cum, I felt Mike move and then felt my cock slide into
something warm and wet that started sucking. Mike had turned and taken my
cock in his mouth. I didn't know what sixty-nine was. I experienced it long
before I knew what it was called or even that it had a name. But that
experience was one of the best of my life!

I continued to suck on Mike's cock as he sucked me. Within moments, I was
shooting yet another load into his mouth while, at the same time, I felt
his cum shoot into my mouth. I started swallowing, loving the taste of his
cum. It was stronger tasting than mine, saltier and thicker in
consistency. But it was so thrilling to me! I was finally tasting someone's
cum besides my own and I loved it! More than that, I'd just given my first
blow job and I'd gotten the guy off and that guy was Mike, the most
beautiful man I'd ever seen in my life! On top of all this, I had just shot
my load into his mouth for the second time and it was even better than the
first time!

Mike and I kept gently sucking at each other's cocks even after we'd
cum. However, both of us were evidently sensitive after cumming because
soon Mike pulled off my cock and gently pulled his out of my mouth. I
groaned at the retrieval but Mike only chuckled and said that I could have
it back later. I blushed in embarrassment at being so greedy. Mike merely
ruffled my hair and told me to turn around. I moved around on the bed to
where he could again take me into his arms. As much as I loved the sucking
and shooting and all the rest of the sex with Mike, I loved laying in his
arms and having him hold me most of all. There, held in his muscular arms
against his muscular body, surrounded by his scent, I felt things I'd never
felt in my entire life. I especially felt safe and cared about.

What I didn't feel was any shame or guilt for what Mike and I had done. I
guess, having read so much about it, I had so thoroughly accepted the fact
that I was homosexual that to behave like a homosexual was not something
that at all surprised me. I think that the fact that my parents did not
attend church or require that I did helped in this process of my acceptance
of myself as well. I was not burdened with the type of religious guilt and
shame that I've heard so many others through the years talk about. I
remember when I was older asking my father why we didn't go to church. He
told me that, as a scientist, he could not abide any type of superstition,
which is all he saw religion as. I cannot say one way or the other, for
myself. While I am grateful to have not been indoctrinated into the ideas
of religious guilt and shame, I have met, in my lifetime, people who were
religious and who were truly good and kind people. However, I have met an
equal number of religious people who were not good nor kind. In fact, many
of them were bigots, filled with all kinds of prejudice and deeply
convinced of their own perfection - along with a right to harshly judge
others.

Laying there that night in Mike's arms, I began to question him about being
homosexual. It was my first chance to actually talk, not only to someone
who knew something about it but was homosexual himself.

"How do I find other guys to do stuff like this with?" I asked him
initially.

Finding someone to have sex with was, of course, my number one priority at
that time.

"Well, it's very difficult in high school. It's the time when most boys
experiment with their sexuality. However, it's also the time when they are
most defensive about it. You know, yourself, what a reputation for being a
'cocksucker' would be like. You might not survive high school at all." Mike
answered.

"So what do I do?" I asked, disconsolately.

"The best way I found to have sex with other guys in high school was 'jock
sex'." Mike informed me.

"Jock sex?" I asked, confused.

"That's what I called it. Sex with other jocks.  You know, athletes. Jocks
tend to be highly sexualized males. I think it comes from all the
testosterone."

"Test...what?" I asked.

"Testosterone. Male hormone. It's what makes you go through puberty, makes
your body hair grow, makes your cock get bigger and makes you hornier than
shit." Mike grinned.

"Oh." was all I could answer.

"Anyway, jocks tend to have a lot of testosterone flowing through their
bloodstream and they tend to be even more horny than just a regular guy
their age. Jocks also tend to be less concerned about who they get their
rocks off with as much as how often they get their rocks off. Since there
are very few girls who are willing to give them the type of constant sexual
gratification that they're seeking, they turn to other equally horny
guys. However, they usually won't have sex with another guy unless that
other guy is a jock as well." Mike explained.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Simple. Trust. Of course no guy wants anyone to know that he's getting it
on with another guy.  As a jock, he's got a higher status in the high
school society so he has more to lose than just an average guy. Therefore,
to feel safe, he has to know that the other guy he's having sex with is
going to keep his mouth shut because that other guy has to have as much to
lose as he does if the information gets out that they're sucking each other
cocks or fucking each other's butts. The only kind of guy with that kind of
potential status loss is another jock." Mike said.

"So, in other words, they can't ever tell on each other because they would
both end up an outcast?" I asked.

"Yes, that's exactly it. However, jocks also usually only do it with jocks
from the same sport that they engage in."

"Why is that?" I asked, surprised by this.

"Actually, that's quite simple as well. You've heard the old saying 'Birds
of a feather, flock together', haven't you?"

"Yes." I replied.

"Well, with jocks, if you're say...a football player, you're going to have
a lot more in common with another football player on your team than say a
baseball player. Plus, if you're on the same team, you're going to be
spending a lot of time together. Very strong friendship bonds are forged in
the heat of athletic competition." Mike said.

"Did you have sex with a lot of jocks in high school?" I asked.

"Not a lot of them. In fact, basically only with one. He was my best
friend. We had sex all through high school." Mike said.

"What happened to him?"

"He went off to another university while I went to Harvard and we lost
touch with each other."  Mike said. "Now, college is where things really
change!"

"Really? How?" I asked.

"Well, it's the first time guys are living on their own, away from their
parents. They have little or no supervision so they tend to let loose and
do a lot of things they didn't get to do when they lived at home. Among
those is drink. Drinking reduces a guy's inhibitions and he'll do stuff
when he's drunk that he'd never do otherwise. Or, at least, he'll use the
excuse of being drunk." Mike chuckled.

"What do you mean?"

"A lot of guys want to try sex with another guy, they just don't want to
admit that they do. And since people tend to not hold anyone responsible
for stuff that they do when they're drunk, guys fake being drunk in order
to play around without running the risk of getting labeled as
homosexual. Because sometimes getting drunk will make you forget what you
did, close friends will go out and get drunk together, have sex, and then
claim the next morning that they can't remember a thing that happened the
night before." Mike said.

"Oh. They want to but they can't admit that." I said.

"That's right. Of course, there's one other thing that happens sometimes in
college. Guys who already know that they prefer other guys finally get the
chance to do something about it when they're finally away from mommy and
daddy's influence. They actively seek other guys who are homosexual and
form more or less permanent relationships. One of my friends in college
found a partner there and they've been together since their freshman
year. Still are, as far as I know."  Mike informed me.

"So it is possible to fall in love with another guy and spend the rest of
your life with him?" I asked.

"Well...yes, it's possible. But it doesn't happen all that often." Mike
said.

"Why not? Men and women do it." I asked.

"Well, there's a great deal of difference in the relationship between a man
and a woman and the relationship of two guys. First of all, a man and woman
can get married so that there is a legal bond that is rather difficult to
break. Secondly, their relationship is accepted in society. They get
celebrated for getting engaged and even more celebrated for getting
married. When we fall in love, we can't let anyone ever know or we could
lose our jobs, be ostracized from society, be disowned by our families -
all kinds of terrible things. Third, there is the issue of
children. Children hold a lot of marriages together. The parents want to
divorce but can't because of their concern with what would happen to their
children if they did. Society is set up to support and bolster heterosexual
marriages. It is designed to destroy ours. And that's not even talking
about the nature of males." Mike said.

"What do you mean, the 'nature of males'?" I asked.

"Males tend to separate sex and love. You might love one guy but that
doesn't stop you have having sex with other guys because sex for males,
most of the time, isn't about love. It's about fun. It's about
pleasure. It's about being horny. And in a relationship between two guys,
there aren't the same consequences for playing around as there are in a
heterosexual marriage. No divorce, no alimony, and no child support."

"What's alimony?" I asked.

"That's money a straight guy has to pay every month to his former wife." he
said.

"Why?"

"Basically for wanting to get rid of her, as far as I can see. A lot of
things heterosexuals do doesn't make a lot of sense to me." Mike grinned.

"No. To me either. Why do they hate us so much?" I asked.

"For two basic reasons. The most basic one is, that they've been taught to
hate us. Most of them don't even know why they hate us. They just are doing
what they've been taught. The second reason is because we're different. In
high school, you'll learn that to be different is the worst thing that you
can possibly be. And being homosexual is the most different you can
possibly be - unless you're a Negro. And they hate Negroes less than they
hate us. Guys mostly hate us because they're afraid they might be one of
us." Mike said, sadly.

"What? They're afraid that they're homosexual?"

"No, they're afraid that they're 'queer', that they're a 'faggot'. That's
what they call us. And they're afraid because they've probably had thoughts
about touching their best buddy's dick or maybe they and their buddy did
touch each other, maybe even jacked each other off and it felt good. Damned
good! So now they're afraid that they're gonna be 'queers'. Nobody ever
tells them that it's natural to explore stuff like that. Most guys do it,
they just never talk about it and they all feel guilty and scared that they
could end up 'fags' because of it."

"That's very messed up." I said.

"Yes, it is. That's why you have to be very careful about who you have sex
with in high school. If a guy gets scared enough, he tries to hurt what
he's scared of. Don't let that be you." Mike warned me.

"I understand. So play with other jocks on your team to be safe." I said.

"Yes, and above all, never admit that you like what you're doing. Never let
them think that this is what you really want. Always make them think that
what you really want is to have sex with a girl and that you're only doing
this with him because you can't get a girl to have sex with you." Mike
said.

"But I don't like girls." I said.

"Whether you like them or not, you must never tell anyone in high school
that you don't. You might even have to, for the sake of appearances, 'date'
a girl. You don't really need to 'go steady' or anything. But you need to
be seen at least trying to get a girl to go out on a date with you.  Then
the other guys will think that you're just like them." Mike warned me.

"Did you go out on dates in high school?" I asked.

"Yes, I did. Usually with girls who were not very pretty and who came from
very religious families." he said.

"Why did you do that?" I asked.

"Simple. Girls who are not very pretty are much more available. Most guys
want to date pretty girls. Of course, I didn't want to date at all, so what
she looked like wasn't important. What was important was that a girl who
isn't pretty and can't get dates, is much more likely to want to go out
with you." Mike explained.

"But why from religious families?" I asked.

"Because girls raised like that are more likely not to want to have
sex. They've been taught how wrong it is and they won't allow you to do
anything with them. That way they never know that you don't want to
anyway." he smiled.

"So basically what you're telling me is that being homosexual, I'm going to
have to learn to lie - a lot." I said.

"Yes, exactly. At least until you're old enough to leave home and live your
own life." he said.

"Is that what you're doing?" I asked.

"Precisely. I'm getting as far away from my family as I can. I'm going to
live the way I want without them constantly asking when I'm going to get
married and give them grandchildren."  Mike said, and I could hear a
certain amount of anger in his voice.

"Won't you miss them?" I asked.

Mike looked at me strangely for a moment before answering.

"Yes, I suppose in some ways I will but I've got no choice. I can't be what
they want me to be.  And you only have one life. I want to be happy. The
only way for me to be happy is to be as far away from them as I can." he
said, sadly. "Say! Aren't you tired yet?"

"Yes, I suppose I am. You want me to go back to my compartment now?" I
asked, disappointment showing in my voice and, I'm sure, all over my face.

"What for? I kind of thought you might like to spend the night here." Mike
smiled at me.

"Well, yes. I would. If you don't mind." I smiled back.

"I wouldn't have asked you if I did." he chuckled, giving me the same
answer he'd given me in the dining car.

Mike turned out the lights in the compartment and pulled me into his
arms. With my head on his chest, I went to sleep in the arms of another
male other than my father for the first time in my life.

DAY TWO, NIGHT TWO

As wonderful as going to sleep in Mike's arms was, waking up in them was
amazing! Of course, as usual, I woke up hard. However, what I didn't think
about - because I didn't know that this happens to all young males - was
that Mike would, too. In fact, it was Mike's hard cock that woke me
up. Sometime in the night, I had turned over so that my back was to him and
he was spooned up against the back of me, my head on his arm and his other
arm around me. This put my butt right at the level of his groin. His hard
cock was poking me in the butt.

I lay there for a while, just reveling in the feeling of Mike's muscular
body curled around mine and his arm holding me securely to him. The scent
of him was warm and musky and was causing my cock to stiffen to the point
that it was becoming painful. However, his cock poking me was not
comfortable at all but I didn't know what to do about it. Finally, it must
have been uncomfortable to Mike as well because I felt his body move and
the next thing I knew, his cock was no longer poking into my ass cheek but
had, instead, thrust it's way between my legs, sliding against the
underside of my balls.

This felt wonderful! It must have also felt good to Mike because all of a
sudden, he began to gently thrust his cock in and out between my legs. Mike
was accurate about the amount of pre- cum he produced because the area
between my legs was soon sloppy wet with the thick, viscous liquid from his
cock. It also seemed to make things very slick because now Mike's cock was
easily gliding between my legs to the thrusts of Mike's hips.

I didn't know whether Mike was awake or asleep at that point but I began to
hear so low moans coming from behind me and then I felt Mike's arm tighten
around me, drawing me closer, while, at the same time, I felt his mouth
licking and sucking at my neck and shoulders. I felt something scratchy
against my skin and realized that it was Mike's unshaved face. The feeling
of his whiskers brushing against my sensitive skin was raising
'goose-bumps' and, at the same time, making my cock even harder, if that
was possible.

"Mmm...good morning. You taste delicious." Mike murmured into my ear from
behind me.

I started to giggle.

"Are you going to eat me?" I asked, laughing.

"I did that last night. Twice, if you'll remember." he chuckled.

"I do remember. I could never forget something so wonderful!"

"It would seem as if I'm 'Frat Fucking' you this morning." Mike said.

"Frat Fucking? What's that?" I asked.

"It's what we used to call it in college. I think the name came from the
rumor that this was how boys in the fraternities fucked each other when
they couldn't get a girl to fuck them. Actually, it's a way of having sex
that is so old, it even has a Latin name. It's called 'coitus interfemoris'
which means simply 'fucking between the legs'. It's what some guys do
because they're afraid to really get butt-fucked." Mike explained.

"It feels good. Do guys really fuck each other in the butt?" I asked,
tremendously curious but, at the same time, very nervous about the whole
idea of someone shoving something the size of Mike's cock up my butt.

"Yes, they really do." Mike answered.

He had stopped fucking me between my thighs and his cock just lay in the
warmth between them.  It was still hard, however, as was mine.

"Doesn't it hurt something awful?" I asked.

"Well, it can hurt at first but, if you know what you're doing and get used
to it, it can feel totally incredible." Mike said.

"Have you ever fucked another guy in the butt?" I asked, which was one of
the questions I wanted to ask. I was too scared to ask the other one for
fear of making Mike angry.

"Yes. I have. And before you ask, yes. I've been fucked in the butt as
well." Mike said, his voice quiet and serious.

"Are...are you going to fuck me?" I asked, hesitantly.

"Not unless you want me to." Mike said softly, gently pulling me closer
against him. "We don't have to do that."

I relaxed for a moment. Then, however, I got to thinking. It was more than
likely that sometime I was going to get fucked in the ass by another guy. I
knew this because they did it in "Teleny" and it seemed to make them so
much closer and more in love with each other. But how did I know if the guy
who eventually did it to me for the first time was as gentle and as careful
as Mike had been with me so far? How did I know, for that matter, if I
would ever find someone that I was as turned on to as I was Mike? Maybe it
would be best to get fucked now and get it over with.

Of course, this was purely adolescent, virginal thinking. Little did I know
that I would eventually find lots of guys that I was turned on to. One, my
eventual lover and partner, even more so than I was Mike. And, of course,
the idea of 'getting it over with' sounds a great deal like a woman talking
about her 'wifely duty' on her wedding night! However, there was so much I
had to learn yet about life and about the world of males. I suppose,
however, if I'd known more, what happened might not have and I believe my
life would have been the poorer for it not happening.

"Why so quiet all of a sudden? You aren't feeling guilty this morning about
what we did, are you?" Mike deep voice came from behind me again.

"No! Not at all! I loved every thing we did!" I assured him.

"So what's got you thinking so hard? Was it what I said about fucking?"
Mike asked.

I hesitated.

"Yeah. It is." I said.

"I told you we don't have to do that." Mike said, gently.

"But you said we could if I wanted to."

"Do you want to?" Mike asked.

"I know that eventually it's going to happen, right?" I asked him.

"Yes, it probably will sometime." Mike stated.

"So, I think I would rather it be you the first time." I said, my stomach
doing flip-flops while I did.

"Are you sure?" Mike asked me.

"Yes. I'm sure. I want it to be you. I've never felt this way about anybody
before. I...I...think I love you." The last of this I said very hesitantly
and quietly.

Mike didn't say anything at that point. He just held me close and put his
head against mine and turning, gently kissed my cheek.

"Believe me, Jeff. I love you, too. I've never been with anyone like you
before. I didn't think there were any boys like you in the world." he said
softly.

"So...uhh...do you want to fuck me now." I asked, hesitantly.

"I want to more than anything in the world but no. Not now. We need to get
you ready. I don't want you to have any pain if I can help it and I think I
can. But it's going to take some time to get you ready. It's also going to
take a lot of energy so I suggest that what we do now is go and take a
shower and then get some breakfast. We'll have plenty of time to play later
and I can start getting you ready." Mike said.

"Don't you want to...uhh...finish?" I asked, somewhat disappointed,
referring to his still hard cock between my thighs.

"No. I don't. I want to save myself for later. I'm not as young as you are
and can't cum five or six times a day like I could then. However, we can
finish you off." he said, reaching down and feeling my hard cock, "And
rather quickly I would imagine."

At this he chuckled. He lifted my leg and pulled his cock back from between
my thighs.

"I'm going to show you a new way to do this. I'm feeling lazy this morning
so I'm going to let you do all the work." Mike said.

With that, he had me move over so that he could lay on his back. He moved
down the bed and then he had me straddle his chest with my legs, with my
knees in his arm pits. This spread my legs quite wide but my cock was now
right at his mouth.

"Just lean over me and rest yourself on your hands with your arms
straight." Mike explained. "I'm going to open my mouth and I want you to
put your cock inside and then start fucking my mouth."

I did as he said and he took my cock into his mouth. I began thrusting my
hips, fucking his mouth.  It was an incredible feeling and, he was
right. It didn't take long and I was again shooting my load. He swallowed
all I had to give him. I could see him smiling around my cock as he did. I
guess he liked the taste of my cum as much as I liked the taste of his.

After cumming, Mike and I took showers in his private bath. He told me that
he would love it if we could shower together but the shower stall was way
too small for that. It barely held Mike.  What he did do, however, was when
I came out of the shower, he was waiting there with a towel and he very
slowly and gently dried me off. In this way, his hands were able to touch
every place on my body. Of course, I had the typical reaction to this. I
got a boner almost immediately. Mike just smiled and dried around it.

While Mike got dressed, I went back to my compartment and changed into
clean clothes. I then went back to Todd's compartment and we went back to
the dining car where we'd met the night before. This time we didn't talk as
much as we had during that first meal. After all, we already knew a great
deal about each other by that point. What I really wanted to talk with him
about, I wasn't about to talk about in such a public place. I think Mike
understood. We finished breakfast quickly and then went back to his
compartment. While we'd been gone, the porter had been in and made up the
bed and folded it back up so that there were now two wide seats in the
compartment again. Before sitting down, Mike again called the porter and
ordered a pot of coffee. After the porter left to get the coffee, Mike sat
down across from me again.

"Jeff, have you ever had an enema?" he asked me.

To say that this question surprised me is an understatement. I looked at
him curiously. My mother had always given me enemas when I was younger and
got sick. I absolutely hated them. They were messy and they hurt.

"Yes, my mother had a tendency to give them to me when I was younger
whenever I got sick." I said, my disgust evident on my face. I was
wondering what that had to do with anything.

"The reason I asked is because I'm going to give you one to help you get
ready. Now, it won't be like the ones your mother gave you. I will not be
filling you with all the water that she probably used. Nor is there going
to anything in it but water." Mike said.

"Why?" I asked, still confused.

"For several reasons. The first of which is because it will help to relax
your muscles and open you up. Also because it will make things a lot
'cleaner' when I fuck you, if you get my drift." Mike said seriously.

I thought about this for a moment. Certainly the idea of relaxing me and
opening me up was one that did help to relieve some of my concern about how
Mike was even going to get his huge cock in my little butt hole. The second
reason, cleanliness, was something I was embarrassed to admit I hadn't even
thought about. Certainly, I would not want to have Mike's cock inside me
getting dirty or, worse, having anything leak out of me while being
fucked. That thought, however, never even dawned on me. I had been merely
concerned with the possible pain.

I was about to ask more about this when there was a knock at the door. Mike
got up and answered it. It was the porter with a coffee service which he
put on the small table between our seats. Mike tipped the porter and then
followed him to the door, locking it after the man left. He then went back
to the table and poured a cup of coffee.

"Would you like one?" Mike asked.

"I've never had coffee before." I answered.

"Well, this is going to be another day of firsts for you." Mike smiled.

He poured a second cup of coffee, adding a lot of both sugar and cream to
it. He had put none into his own cup.

"I think for the first time, you might try it this way." he said, as he
handed the cup to me.

I tasted the coffee. It was interesting. Not anything like I'd ever tasted
before but it was sweet and good. I liked it.

"Thank you. It's good." I told him.

"I'm glad you like it. So, do you have any questions so far?" Mike asked.

"No, not really. Except when are we going to start?"

Mike laughed and I looked at him questioningly.

"I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you, believe me. It's just that your
eagerness is so refreshing.  Most guys try to make it seem like sex is no
'big deal'. You, however, make it a very 'big deal'.  Something new and
exciting and that makes it new and exciting for me as well." he explained.

"But it's not new for you. Is it?" I asked, confused.

"No, it's not something new for me but seeing how you're reacting to it
brings back the memories for me of when it was new for me. As to being
exciting, it is always exciting. But it's more exciting when the person
you're with finds it exciting as well. You'll just have to take my word for
that. You'll find it out for yourself eventually."

"Okay." I said, trusting him because he always seemed to tell me the truth.

"So, let's get started. I guess the first thing is, we need to take off our
clothes." Mike said.

And with this, he started to undress and so did I. We were quickly naked
and then Mike went to one of his suitcases and pulled from it a red rubber
enema bag and hose, just like the one that my mother had. He also took out
a blue and white tube of something that he said we would need in a few
moments.  He took me into the small bathroom and I watched as he filled it
with warm water from the shower. He then had me get down on my hands and
knees and I saw him undo the cap from the blue and white tube and squeeze
some out on his fingers. This he then applied to my asshole, working it all
around the hole and even pressing a finger inside. I was surprised at how
easily his finger went into me with no pain.

"This is something doctor's use called KY Jelly. It much better than
Vaseline and it washes off with water. I'm going to insert the hose
now. I'm not going to put a lot of water into you. The idea here is not to
give you an enema, only to clean you out." he said.

I could feel the hose gliding into my ass and was again surprised at how
easily it went in without pain. I heard him unclip the metal clamp which
held back the water and I braced for the heavy flow and the cramps that had
always followed. However, true to his word, he put very little water in me
before he clamped off the hose again. I wondered if there was even enough
but he had me sit on the toilet and empty myself.

I was blushing in embarrassment, having never done this in front of someone
before. Even when my mother gave me a full enema, she left the bathroom
while I voided myself. I think Mike noticed this and walked out of the
little bathroom, turning his back to me while I sat there and let go of the
water. Not a lot came out of me, not like my mother's enemas. I was quickly
finished and informed Mike of this. He again had me kneel on the floor and
he again used the KY Jelly to add lubrication to my asshole and then
re-inserted the enema tube. Mike again unclamped the hose for a short time
and then clamped it off and had me sit on the toilet.

We repeated this a total of four times until Mike was convinced that I was
cleaned out. He then had me shower but he stood outside the shower and he
soaped and cleansed my hole. He also slowly inserted one of his fingers
into me. It felt so good that I was actually pushing back to take more of
it inside me when I found that there was no more to take. Mike chuckled at
this.

"Well, you seem rather eager." he said.

"It feels so good!" I said.

"Good. I'm glad that it does. I'd say you're beginning to relax and open up
nicely."

After drying me off, Mike again opened the bed and had me get on it in the
same position that I was in for the enema - on my hands and knees. He got
behind me and began massaging the cheeks of my butt. I love the feeling and
was quickly moaning. I felt him move onto the bed behind me and I wondered
what was coming next. I don't know what I would have done if I'd known!

I felt him pull my butt-cheeks apart with his hands and I could feel warm
air slide across my hole.  Then I felt something wet and slightly rough
begin to slide up and down the crack of my ass. I had no idea what it was
but it felt unbelievably good! I moaned at the feelings it was causing as
it moved up and down my crack. When it finally began making circles around
my hole, however, I was practically howling at the intense pleasure it was
causing.

I finally couldn't stand not knowing what was happening to me and turned my
head, looking over my shoulder. When I did, I gasped in shock for there was
Mike, his eyes closed and the lower half of his face buried in my ass! That
meant only one thing - what I was feeling was Mike's tongue!  Mike was
using his tongue to lick my ass! I was so shocked I couldn't utter a
word. At the same time, the feelings of what he was doing were so intense,
all I could do was moan. It was one of the most sensuous and delicious
feelings I'd ever experienced. For the life of me, I couldn't imagine doing
that to anyone but I most assuredly could understand the joy of having it
done!

I turned back and let my head drop. I was almost completely incapacitated
by the pleasure my body was experiencing. I felt Mike continue to lick at
my asshole but I also felt his tongue pushing against it, almost as if he
wanted to force his tongue inside my body. The more he licked and the
harder he pressed, the more I felt my hole relaxing under the assault
until, slowly but surely, I felt his tongue sliding into my hole. The
further it went, the better it felt. I felt like I wanted to open myself
until his entire tongue was up inside me and it seemed like this is exactly
what Mike wanted as well. Once his tongue had managed to penetrate me to
some degree, he began to move his tongue in and out of me, rapidly building
in speed, like his tongue was a small, wet cock fucking me.

As he continued to tongue fuck my ass, my hole continued to relax and open
further and further to his oral assault. I could feel that all the tongue
that he could shove up my hole was sliding in and out of me at a rapid
rate. Slowly, but surely, however, his tongue began to slow down again
until the entry and exit of it was a slow, sensuous slide. It was then that
I started to feel something else, something more solid sliding into my ass
alongside his tongue. I again raised my head, looking over my shoulder. I
could see his arm and his hand at my ass and realized that Mike was now
fucking me with one of his fingers along with his tongue. This felt even
more incredible, as his finger slid even deeper into my ass than his tongue
could reach.

Mike continued to work on me with his fingers, eventually removing his
tongue entirely. I wasn't sure how many fingers he had inside me. I know he
kept going back to that tube to get more of the gel to ease the entry of
them into my butt just as he'd done for the nozzle of the enema. I knew
that my asshole was spread very wide open for I could feel that. I just
wasn't sure how far.  Not until I heard his voice again after all this
time.

"Roll over on your back now, Jeff." Mike said softly, but I noticed his
voice was gruff with what I could only imagine were horniness and desire.

I did as he asked, looking up at him kneeling there on the bed. He grabbed
a pillow and had me lift my hips until he could shove it under them,
raising my ass off the bed. He scooted forward and I could see his cock,
hard and throbbing, standing up from his groin.

"You're as open as I can get you. Actually, I'm really surprised how easily
your butt opened up. I figured this would take the rest of the day. If it's
still what you want, Jeff, I'm going to fuck you now." he said, looking
down at me.

"But there was no pain!" I said in wonder.

"That's good. I didn't want there to be. Are you still okay with this?" he
asked again.

It finally got through my head that, for some reason, it was very important
to Mike that I confirm that I wanted him to fuck me. I couldn't understand
that. Of course I wanted him to fuck me! I wanted him to take my
'virginity' just as he'd done the night before when he sucked my cock for
the first time.

"Yes. Please? Please fuck me!" I said.

He smiled down at me and grabbed the tube of gel again, this time squeezing
out enough to cover his hardon heavily. Then he leaned over me so that his
face was right above mine and the head of his cock was pressed to the
opening to my ass as he put my legs around his waist.

"I want you to push out with your ass muscles. This will help you open up."
he said and then he leaned further down, locking his lips to mine.

Mike kissed me passionately while he pushed with his hips. I could feel the
pressure of his cockhead against my hole. I pushed out with my muscles as
he'd told me to do and then I could feel his cock slowly sliding into
me. There was no pain, just a wonderful feeling of my ass being spread open
and a feeling of fullness with him inside me. Mike continued to kiss me and
I was sucking on his tongue when I felt him stop his forward thrust into my
butt. I wanted him to keep going. I wanted it all inside of me. I tried to
raise my butt, to push onto his cock but all I could feel were Mike's
thighs tight against my ass cheeks. It was then I realized that all of his
cock was already inside of me!

"I'm going to wait until your butt gets more used to my cock before I fuck
you." he murmured, pulling his mouth from mine.

"It feels so good!" I said to him, smiling up into his face.

He smiled gently at me though I could see a tremor hit his body and his
eyes close for a moment.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, worried.

He opened his eyes again and looked down at me.

"No, nothing's wrong. Your ass is so hot and so tight I nearly came."

I don't know why, but this sent a thrill of pride through me that my body
could have that strong an effect on him. He was still over me, resting on
his stiff arms, his hands flat on the bed beside my shoulders. Finally,
even I could feel myself getting looser around his cock. It was then that
he began to pull back slightly. Then he slid back in. I groaned at the
wonderful feelings that were going through me. He pulled back again,
further this time, and again slid back in. He continued to do this until
his cock was almost coming out of my hole and he was sliding in the entire
length of it.

He began fucking me faster and harder. I was moaning and carrying on with
the intense pleasure that was tearing through my body! He'd never told me
how good this was going to feel! I'd have never been scared of it if I'd
known but, then again, there's just no way to describe what it feels
like. If you haven't ever been fucked in the ass, you can never know how
incredibly good it feels.

As he continued to pound his cock in and out of my butt, I was holding onto
his arms, my hands wrapped around as much of his hard, thick biceps as I
could. I loved the feel of his muscular body. I quite literally couldn't
get enough of it. But something was happening to me. All of a sudden, I
noticed a tingling in my balls. My cock, which was as hard as an iron
spike, was throbbing on my stomach, belching out pre-cum in quantities it
never had before. Without doubt, I suddenly knew that I was going to
cum. Cum without either Mike or I touching my cock. I had no idea that this
was even possible but I had no time to think about it.

"Mike! I'm gonna cum!" I cried out.

He looked down at me and grinned.

"That's it, Jeff! Cum! Cum for me!" he cried out.

And, as if by command, I did exactly that. I shot a load of cum further and
of greater amount than I ever had in my entire life! I thought I would
never stop cumming. Just when I thought it was over, suddenly Mike cried
out again.

"Yeah! Fuck!"

I could feel his cock jerking in my ass and I knew that Mike was unloading
his cum deep inside of me. As his tremors came to an end, he collapsed on
top of me and I wrapped my arms around him. His body was now sweaty from
all of the exertion and his scent was strong. I lay there, his body on top
of me, his arms wrapped around me and his cock still buried in my ass,
smelling his scent and feeling like I had died and gone to heaven!

We lay like that for what seemed like a long time. I would have thought
that the weight of him on top of me would have been uncomfortable but it
made me feel safe, protected, and wanted. I loved being in Mike's arms. I
loved being this close to him. I especially loved the feeling of holding
his cock inside of me. A lot of these feelings I didn't really understand
until several years later, the first time the boy who would become my
partner fucked me like this. Then I knew that what I had felt for Mike that
afternoon on that train to Denver was love.

Mike and I spent the rest of the day in that bed, only getting up to shower
and go to the dining car for dinner and then rushing back to make love once
again. That night I slept in his arms once again, thoroughly exhausted
after Mike fucked me twice more after dinner and then sucked me off before
I fell asleep, my head resting on his chest.

DAY THREE

I don't know what it was that woke me. This time, it wasn't Mike's cock
poking me in the butt because now it was my hard cock poking into his. I
was spooned to his back, my cock just as hard as it always was in the
morning, despite how many times I'd cum the day before - each time Mike
fucked me and when he sucked me before sleep.

I pulled myself up and carefully got out of bed so as to not wake Mike. I
went to the bathroom, having to wait for my cock to soften somewhat so that
I could piss. Then I went back to the bed but Mike was now laying on his
back, his eyes open and his arms held out to me. I lay down on top of him
and he kissed me and hugged me for the longest time. I knew what was
happening. We would be pulling into Denver this morning and I would be
leaving. It was something we had not talked about. I knew I didn't want to
think about it and, I guess, neither did Mike. These two days and two
nights we'd spent together were like a dream, like a time outside of each
of our lives when we only existed for each other.

I was too sore that morning from being fucked so many times the day before,
so Mike and I sixty- nined (though I still didn't know what it was called)
swallowing each other's cum before going off to breakfast in the dining car
for the last time. We then came back to his compartment and Mike again
ordered coffee from the porter. We sat there, drinking it but not really
talking. I think both of us were feeling more than just a little sad that
our time together was ending.

I was, especially, because I had no idea when, or even if, I would ever
find someone to do these things with again. Mike reiterated his warnings to
me to only have sex with other jocks on whatever teams I chose to join and
not ever let anyone in high school know that I really preferred guys to
girls. It was only later, when I was much older, that I realized that
sometime during high school, Mike must either have had a terrible
experience with this himself or saw someone else go through it.

The porter knocked at the compartment door and told us that we were only
thirty minutes out of Denver. It never dawned on me that the porters would
know that I never slept in my own compartment. In fact, except for that
first afternoon, hadn't spent any time there at all. It was only later that
I realized this. By then, it was too late to be embarrassed.

At the porter's announcement, I went back to my compartment and got my
bags. I then went back to Mike's compartment one last time. We hugged and
kissed each other fiercely. There was no talk of seeing each other
again. We both knew that was impossible. Mike would go on to live in Los
Angeles and I would spend the summer in Denver and then return home to
Boston.

I did thank him for all he had done for me. This somewhat surprised him. He
told me that there was no way he could thank me for the honor and pleasure
of being my 'first' and for the joy that I had given him for the two days
we spent together. With tears in my eyes, as the train pulled into the
station at Denver, I left Mike's compartment. He didn't follow but remained
in the compartment. I came down to the platform and saw my aunt coming
towards me. I looked back at the train car one last time and saw Mike at
the window, his hand pressed flat to it. I waved and then turned to greet
my aunt. We walked across the platform, away from the train and I never
looked back.

Every so often I think about Mike and wonder what happened to him. Whether
he ever found another boy to love in Los Angeles. As I said earlier, in
college, I did find someone to love that I have been with ever since. I
have Mike to thank for that as well because we met as teammates. If Mike
had not urged me to go out for sports, I might never have and my life would
not have had the love in it that I've had for all these years.

All I can say is, "Thank you, Mike. Wherever you are, I'll always have a
place in my heart for the man who took a lonely little boy and brought him
into the world of men."

THE END OF HAPPENING ON A TRAIN

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