Date: Wed, 25 Nov 2009 17:44:50 -0800 (GMT-08:00)
From: The Iceman <fordtbird@earthlink.net>
Subject: It Happened on a train Chapter 1

Warning: This document contains Adult Material and is a totally fictional
story of Consensual sex between a man and a boy. If it is illegal where you
live to view adult material, leave now! If you find Adult material
offensive, you may also leave now. If you have not left, then it is assumed
you are either not illegal and/or not offended. So sit back and hopefully
enjoy.

Written by: The Iceman <fordtbird@earthlink.net>
Edited by: The Dataminer <The.Dataminer@gmail.com>

Chapter 1

David:

It was the last week in June and I was very upset, packing for a trip to
Chicago to meet the CEO of the company he and I had founded, as it was in
having major growing pains.

A major Air Line strike, meant the only way I could get to Chicago from Los
Angeles (our company home base) was via train and I hadn't been on a train
since I was seven or eight years old. At that time I was traveling with my
mother and sister from New York to the Jersey shore for my summer vacation,
and it had been a wonderful adventure.

At 41 years of age, however, it was no longer an adventure, though, my
secretary had booked me a Deluxe stateroom on the Southwest Chief. The
deluxe needs to be explained; it was about two square feet larger than my
bathroom and it had a bathroom about the size of my hall closet. I know I
sound like I am spoiled, but I am a big man at 6' 2" and the beds were
designed for someone 5' 11" tall , but I figured I could stand the
discomfort, since it was only for two days.

I got comfortable and checked the stateroom refrigerator, noting it had
some small bottles of a reasonable Scotch and some mixers as well as some
overpriced spring water. A soda or two (as we call Coke and Lemonade in the
States) made up the mini-bar, for what it was worth.

As I closed the refrigerator door the train started to move out of the
station so I took my seat and plugged in my computer and attached it to my
phone, and got myself online.

As the train picked up up speed I was working on my lesson plans as I would
be visiting four Chicago area Industrial Education Schools, to provide
training on our state of the art plasma cutting machines. As I was working
away, I became aware of some noise in the corridor outside, which was loud
enough to stop me.

I couldn't work and listen to the shouting, so I went to the door and
opened it, to find one of the cutest boys I had seen for some time. I
thought him to be about 13 or 14, with a woman in her late 30's holding a
very young boy and a little girl about 9 or 10 who was just short of tears.

What happened next shocked me. The boy glared at me almost daring me to say
something, but I didn't flinch. After a few seconds he looked back at his
mother.

"If world war three is about to start with your family, please come in, so
it can be held in relative privacy".

I stepped aside and the four of them came in, the mother girl and little
one sat on my sofa the boy stood with his back against the closed door and
I stood in the middle, looking at the boy and his mother, as they appeared
to be the center of the issue..

"Why don't you sit down and relax a little?" I suggested to the boy.

"I don't think that is any of your business", he shouted at me.

"You already made it my business," I responded, "and remember that the
loudest voice NEVER wins the argument". He blushed and seemed to relax a
little.

I turned to the mother, and introduced myself; "I'm Michael McMaster" and
reached out to shake hands.

She smiled a little and took the proffered hand "Margot Boyd. The door stop
is David, my daughter Mary and this is Dennis except we call him the
squirt".

I reached for Squirt, popped him on my lap, where he looked around and at
me, put his head on my chest, and things just seemed to settle down.

"Now" I said "is there anything I can do to help"

David looked up "We are in the sleeper car, and I am 15 and I have as much
privacy as if I was in a fish bowl".

I nodded and said "You need your privacy, as do all of us, but
occasionally, we all need to make sacrifices. At worst, the trip is just a
few days, are you sure you can't manage that?"

Margot turned towards David. Hope for some relief clear on her face.
Nothing changed in the boy's demeanor.

"Alternatively", I said "I have two bunks in here, and you are more than
welcome to sleep in the spare". The only proviso is that I am working on
the trip, so I need space here during the day to do that. Would that work?"

A breath of a smile played at the corners of his lips.

"I really can't allow him to inconvenience you like that", Margot said.

"I work only during the day, and if David comes to sleep after dinner, I
won't be inconvenienced as I refuse to work during the evening.

There is an old saying "saved by the bell" and to prove it, my computer
began beeping. I opened it and my secretary was on the video.

"Hi boss, your reservations at the Ritz Carlton have been verified but they
only have a suite on the top floor. Don't forget to call your son tonight,
he said that he had some good news for you". I thanked her and she signed
off.

I looked at Margot - "even though I am a couple of hundred of miles from my
office I am rarely out of touch". I smiled reassuringly.

She smiled and looked around her children "well brood, lets go to dinner
and David can sleep in here tonight".

I leaned over to Margot and said "someone needs a clean diaper".

As I handed Dennis back, she said "I will be back in a minute" and she and
Mary with Dennis in her arms went out the door and that left me and David
alone.

"I don't know how to thank you" David said, " I almost have Blue Balls and
she didn't understand".

"I think we will figure out a way. You head into the bathroom and take care
of things. That way you will be comfortable". He disappeared into the tiny
cubicle, and I sat back at the computer to tidy up some emails.

15 minutes later, a more cheerful David and I were sitting chatting about
nothing in particular, when Margot returned, so we all headed off down the
train to dinner. There were only 2 small tables, so Margot and the little
ons sat at one, and David and I sat at the other.

"If you are going to be spending time with me, I expect proper manners, and
behavior, please young man" I said.

"Your house your rules here and back in the room", he responded.

We sat and ate and in truth he was very well mannered and as we spoke, I
picked up a certain amount of femininity in how he moved, and a few
mannerisms, but his table manners were impeccable and I had nothing
whatever to complain about. He ordered courteously, responded
appropriately, and tried a sip of my wine. He didn't like it, and stuck
with his Cola.

With dinner over I said "let's wander down to the bar car"

"I don't drink" said Margot.

"That's fine" I said "but we would be going through it to the observation
car and it gives you a spectacular view of the world as it speeds by. At
the end, the bar car serves excellent coffee and cakes."

We found seats in the observation car, and as I had predicted, the children
were excited by the view of the world rushing by. To the west the sunset
had painted the sky a spectacular orange and red ochre, stippled by long
lines of clouds indicating a weather change. Margot smiled as David wrapped
his arms around his sister. It was obvious who his favorite sibling was.

That was a hallmark moment and we were all impressed by the view we had
shared, however, Dennis was starting to fidget as we walked back towards
our car. Margot and I discussed the glorious view, as she worked to calm a
tired and cranky Dennis.

David looked over at "I need to get some clothes and my PJ's", and headed
off with Margot to their cabin. I went to my state room and noticed the
porter had made up my bed, so I changed into sleeping shorts and a T-shirt,
and booted up my computer.

I logged onto the computer, this time using the Sat-Phone, as there was no
phone connection via the mobile. David knocked on the door. "Come in", I
called. I asked him to lock the door after him.

Michael, my oldest was on the screen and he could see David. "What's your
name?"

David blushed and introduced himself.

Michael smiled, and said "Hi. Good to meet you. Dad, Kathleen is pregnant
and it looks like I will be a father some time after the first of next
year."

I laughed "you're too young to start a family".

"That makes you a Grandpa" David said, laughing and pointing at me.

"I'm spending summer with Kathleen", said Michael. "I got my grades today
as well, so I'm emailing them, and I'll contact you while you are in
Chicago".

"Look forward to it, Son", I said. He waved and the picture was gone.

"I haven't seen a Notebook like that before" said David. "How does it
connect to the Internet?"

I showed him the extended aerial, stuck to the window with a suction
cup. We stood there, watching the night roll past. He leaned back against
me, and I could feel the warmth of his body against me through the thin
cotton sleeping shorts.

I put my arms around him and softly held him to me, as I did he leaned back
and he put his hands on top of mine and he looked up at me. He turned, and
buried his face into my chest. I softly kissed the top of his head.

I slipped my hands down to his soft, beautifully rounded buns, slowly
grinding his crotch into mine. As I did he shuttered and softly moaned, his
erection was like a steel bar in his pants.

I stepped backwards, towards the newly made bed, still holding him.

He turned and kissed me, hard, rough, as if he had never done such a thing
with anyone, ever before, and all he had to guide him was cheap magazines
from under his cousin's bed.

He ground his crotch into mine. A sheen of sweat broke out above his
lips. I licked it off and pulled his shirt and T-shirt off. The shirt went
one way, the T shirt the other and I thrust my hands down his back and
without his shirt on, I slipped my hands down the back of his pants. I
ground my hands into his cheeks, roughly, hotly. His breathing was hoarse,
rasping, uneven, hot on my face. He had undone the button on his jeans. My
hands caused the zip to fly down without help.

The boy was shaking as if he had experienced a sexual explosion for the
first time. He seemed to want nothing to be gentle, all at once, hard,
righteous, heavy, but not prolonged. It was a minute in time. It was a
lifetime. It was a medication for his untried youth. He dragged his jeans
off to his ankles and struggled to get them off so he could hold me against
him, unmoving. I leaned over and helped. The socks first. Then the jeans
and his tighty whities a moment later.

I rolled back into the middle of the bed and he fell on top of me, mashing
lips against lips, holding a moment then pushing off and coming for another
go. He dragged my sleeping shorts off and tore my T Shirt down the front
from the collar to the hem. It held. He forced. I gave, he threw it and
licked me again. I picked him up and turned him into a 69 position and fell
upon his boyhood. I took his 4½ inches to the root. The slight breath of
pubic hair nuzzling at me, making me aware of what I was doing. I felt his
breath on my cock then his tongue. Then he took it all in one go. He gagged
and coughed. I held his head. "Stop" I said. "Breathe". "Take it easy".

Tears formed. I reached round again and grasped his beautiful hairless
globes and began kneading them. A finger brushed over his puckered
rosebud. I felt him relax and leaned down and licked my finger between his
legs and went back to work on his bottom. Again he relaxed.

"Please, Michael, more. Don't stop"

I pushed further. A little resistance and then I was in. A sharp intake of
breath. "Are you OK?" I asked. He took my cock into his mouth again.

I went back to work on his boyhood. It seemed only seconds and his breath
was again ragged. His body tensed. He shook again and unloaded a lifetime
of built up boicum into my mouth. A shot after creamy, thick shot poured
into my mouth. A never-ending stream it seemed was being delivered on that
rocking and rolling train, as we headed deeper into the night.

A long held breath escaped. I felt tears on my thigh. I rested my head on
his abdomen, and was thankful.

We lay like that for maybe 10 or 15 minutes. I lifted him to me, so I could
drink in his beautiful eyes, and feel his heart beating against my
chest. He was soft again. I held his butt gently. Again, kneading the
wondrous softness of those delicious globes.

He asked. "Do you want to fuck me?" He was looking straight into my eyes.

"More than anything I have ever wanted in my life" I replied.



The Iceman