Date: Thu, 24 May 2012 20:04:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ned Worthy <ned.worthy@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Boy on the Train- Chapter 1

DISCLAIMERS:

This story is a work of fiction; do not read it if it is illegal for you to
do so, depending on your age or where you live; if you are offended by sex
between an adult male and teenage boy; author cannot accept responsibility
for any actions carried out in imitation of the story; story cannot be
reproduced

I was riding Amtrak from Washington to Philadelphia, and hadn't jacked off
in about a week.  Being nineteen years old, that was a really long time for
me.  Anyways, I was pretty horned up and kept getting major wood in my
seat.  Nobody could see (or so I think) but I was still a little
embarrassed by having to cover my boner with my jacket every two minutes.

Just as I was thinking of ways to get off, a group of high school students
boarded the train into the car where I was sitting.  They looked to be
about fourteen years old or so, smiling, happily chatting.  As always, I
paid no attention to the girls.  Ever since I hit puberty, I really had no
interest.  I was obsessed with boys.  Despite this, I was still closeted,
and even had a girlfriend.  On the outside, I appeared a completely normal
kid.  I was six feet, around 155 pounds, and in good shape from all the
sports I had played in high school: soccer, basketball, baseball, tennis.
I was proud of my body--I had started weightlifting and was getting really
toned in all the right places.  Short dirty blonde hair, no hair on my
chest yet, but a treasure trail leading to an average cock, I guess.  I'm
not really happy with it, to be honest.  When hard, I'm a little under six
inches and average girth, but when soft, it gets really small, like almost
an inch or two long.  That's what made me obsessed with boys--I always
wanted to see what they had under their shorts in gym, how big they were
compared to me.  I had fooled around with one boy, Joey, from when I was
ten up until my senior year in high school.  He was two years younger than
me, so I guess I had a thing for younger guys.  But that's a separate
story.

There were some cute guys boarding the train, and since they were
definitely in my age range (14-20) I was getting pretty excited.  One with
brown hair, crew cut, and wearing a varsity jacket; another adjusting (or
playing with) his package in his sweatpants; another with that southern
swoop style hair and the fake Ray Bans with the bright colored sides,
clearing the hair away from his face.  There were no seats anywhere and
they passed right by me, a long line of them.  Towards the back of the
line, I saw him.  He was probably around 5'6', 120 pounds, lean but just
starting to show a little muscle.  Dirty blonde hair styled in that
slightly shaggy but still clean-cut, preppy way.  Patagonia backpack slung
over his shoulder.  He had an easy smile, the smile of someone who was at
peace with himself, because he quietly knew that he was near perfect in
looks.  He wore an untucked green tartan plaid sport shirt, with one button
left unbuttoned, and khaki pants; Nike Air Maxes that somehow looked good
with that outfit.  Maybe I was just overwhelmed by him.  And you could just
start to see his bulge, a rounded lump in his pants.  Unconsciously, I
licked my lips.

I had never lusted after someone this badly and so immediately; I think I
literally drooled onto my computer staring at him.  Of course, there was
nothing I could do with him... he was laughing and smiling that easy smile,
eyes darting around looking for an open seat.  I wasn't an aggressive type
to begin with. I carefully moved my bag to the open seat next to me to
discourage other kids from taking it.

I started typing up a story about him to try to write out my fantasy when
the group turned around and started to enter another car.  He, however,
went into the bathroom at the end of my car.  My dick raged against my
pants--I was going crazy thinking about him; even him taking a piss,
fishing for his dick from his fly...I couldn't stand it.

This was my only chance, I thought.  I quickly got up and pretended as if I
was waiting for the bathroom, half hoping I'd hear him pee (I know that
sounds gross and weird, but this kid was so cute everything seemed cute).
I couldn't hear him, but then I heard a flush and him washing his hands.  I
glanced back at the car, and people seemed either asleep or engrossed in
whatever they were doing.  The door started to slide open and before he
could exit, I walked into him, nudging him inside and locked the door.  He
was so shocked that when he opened his mouth, nothing came out.

"Shh.  I'm not going to hurt you.  I promise," I said, whispering.  Again,
a long pause, before he said in a husky voice, "What are you going to do to
me?"

I almost came right then when I heard that sexy voice.  One thing I love
about boys that age is the voice--just low enough to be manly, but with a
gravelly, throaty quality that is only typical of their age group.  "I'm
just going to make you feel good. I swear."

I ran my hands down his chest, and could feel his rippling pecs and abs
through his shirt; I started unbuttoning from the top down and whispered in
his ear, "I want to make you feel better than you ever have."

He seemed to accept this and breathed an adorable little sigh, giving in.
I kissed his smooth, sweet neck and continued to undress him, taking my
time.  I didn't care that someone might need to use the bathroom sometime
soon, that we were on a moving train, that his friends might wonder where
he had been.  He lightly trembled as I moved my hand down toward his
boxers, which were raised above his khakis, and moved it back up and down
his now bare chest.  I kissed down from his neck, licking him, pausing for
awhile to focus on his nipples.  He was clearly sensitive there, and you
could almost feel him loosen up, transition from tense nervousness to
pleasure as my tongue relished him.

"Unhhh," he moaned as I danced around him, shifting his weight--an
unmistakable bulge was forming in his pants, straining against the fabric.
"Yeah."

Now that I had him moaning, I couldn't help it anymore.  I had to take
things further, faster.  I stood up and suddenly kissed him.  I think he
was really surprised by this at first but then was more receptive.  After I
explored his mouth a bit and tasted him, I broke away, out of breath, and
shook my head.  "God you're so fucking hot." He smirked back at me.
"Really?" he croaked in that husky voice.  "My sister says I'm ugly."

Just as quick as I stood up I got down on my knees and furiously started
working my way down again, licking his chest.  "Your sister's just
jealous--maybe she didn't get the good genes." I ran my hands up his
khakis, brushing over his now obvious boner, and hastily unfastened his
belt and unbuttoned his pants.  I massaged his dick and balls over his
pants and it seemed he was a little big for his age.  Nice and thick, with
nice hanging balls.  Without wasting much time, I slid down the zipper.  He
was wearing blue and yellow plaid boxers that hugged his tight ass cheeks
really nicely.  I grabbed his ass, kissed his navel, massaged his balls,
and finally pulled the waistband over his throbbing member.

God, it was perfect.  Thicker than mine, same length, beautiful shape, a
little helmet head at the tip.  Smelled clean but a little musky, some hint
of sweat.  "My God," I heard myself say.  I couldn't believe this was
happening.  What was I about to do, here on the Amtrak bathroom floor, with
a strange teenage boy?  Would he tell his friends? Would we get caught?
Would I get caught?

"Ohhh," he let out.  I was still grabbing his butt.  Any second thoughts I
had completely vanished; I was so taken with him, so intoxicated by being
with him that I didn't care what the repercussions were.  "I love your
dick," I said, and went to work worshipping it.  I hadn't sucked a dick
since I was sixteen and had braces but I tried my best.  Enthusiasm always
helps.  I licked up and down his shaft and tried to take his whole length
down my throat.  Any doubts that I was gay were thrown out the window.
Girlfriend, completely forgotten. I wanted all of him.

I sucked him for a few minutes and gagged a few times, but he seemed to
enjoy that, even grinning and saying once, "You like that?"

I could only shake my head again, perplexed that he would even ask that
question.  Finally, I admitted, "You're like my dream."

Got back to work immediately, sucking faster now.  "Unhh..no one's ever
done this to me before....ooh" he stammered, and I felt a rush of pride and
disbelief.  How had no one pleasured this beautiful boy? How was I the
first one?

I pulled away from his dick and looked into his eyes.  He was confused as
to why I stopped.  I was desperate.  "I need you inside of me," I pleaded.

He paused.  "I've never done that before."

"It's easy.  Trust me. It'll feel good.  Please." In truth, I had no idea
what I was doing.  I had only fucked my girlfriend, I had never been
fucked.  The closest I ever came was sticking a banana up there while
watching some porn.

"Are you sure?"

I wanted him so bad I was shaking.  "Spit on it," I said, and he spit a
glob onto his hand and rubbed it on his cock.  I lubed up my asshole and
got ready, leaned against the sink.  He lined up behind me and rubbed his
dick against my crack, which drove me crazy.  "Ungh," I moaned, "fuck."

Finally, he slid his dick in me.  "Oh!" I cried, and he shoved more of
himself into me. Although it was really painful at first, I soon was
electric with pleasure. Waves passed through my body like they never had
before.

"Oh my god, fuck me," I said breathlessly.  We were getting into a rhythm
now, our bodies slapping together, his balls swinging back and forth.  He
grabbed my chest from behind to pull me closer to him.  It was really the
first time he went out of his way to touch me, and I melted.

Just then, we heard a knock on the door.  He quickly pulled out and looked
to me for directions, frantic with fear. "Be out in a minute!" I cried, and
stood up and whispered, "keep going." He stuck his shaft back into my hole
and I tried to stop making noise, but it was too much.  "Yeah?" he asked.
"I like when you do that," I smiled back at him.  He long-dicked me for
awhile longer and then picked up the pace.  I started furiously whacking my
dick, it wasn't going to take me long.  But I grabbed his ass and pulled
him deeper in, and a minute later, I gasped as I came without touching
myself! I couldn't believe it, and I don't think he could either.  The
first shot out of my dick was so hard it almost hurt, and I watched my cum
collect on the floor. "Oh god," I sighed.

After another minute, I could tell he was getting close by the way he was
panting; some sweat dripped from his hair onto my back.  "Ohhhh shit," he
said, like it was the first time he had ever sworn.  "I'm gonna..you
know..."

I flipped around fast and knelt beneath him.  "Cum in my mouth!"

He jacked it as I rubbed his legs and started to whimper. "Oh cum on me, oh
god, cum all over me." It was funny, I had only tasted my own seed once and
didn't really like it; now here I was begging for this kid's jizz.  I was
dying to taste his boycream.

I opened my mouth wide.  He shuddered and made a high-pitched sound and
finally he blew, the first shot hitting below my eye, the next on my upper
lip and cheek and the rest on my waiting tongue.  I swirled it around; it
was sweet but definitely salty, thick, and musky.  As he slowed jacking it,
I took hold of his dick and licked it clean.  I know it had just been in my
butt but I didn't care.  "Man," he shuddered again, and I stood up and ran
my hand through his hair, kissed his neck.

Another knock on the door.  He put on his boxers and khakis again in his
cute way as I put my own clothes on, he buckled his belt and hitched his
pants, buttoned his shirt back up, breathing heavily, his face bright red.
He slung his backpack over his shoulder.

Because we were silent, and nervous, I didn't know what he could possibly
be thinking, but then he said something that I didn't hear.


"What's that?" I asked.

"What's your name?"

I was surprised and touched.  "Umm..Ned.  Ned Worthy.  You?"

"Sam Miles.  Here. I live in Valley Forge." He handed me a scrap piece of
paper with his number scribbled on it.

Sam Miles.  Sexy name, I thought.  He leaned in closer to me.  "Thanks,
Ned."

"Umm..thank you." I could still taste his sweet cum in my mouth.

We opened the door to find a woman standing there.  "Brothers," I
explained.  She didn't seem to buy it.  "He had an issue, you know...down
there."

She put her hands up to stop me from finishing, and went in.  It probably
reeked of sex in there, I thought.  Sam and I exchanged a smile and a
knowing glance and off he went to join his friends.  I flopped back in my
seat, unsure that I was even alive anymore.  Then again, I've never felt so
alive before.

When I got home that night, I noticed that I had some of his cum in my
hair.  I slowly picked it out and smelled it.  I still was in
disbelief--and now that I had gone through the whole day with cum in my
hair!  As if I had any chance of forgetting.

Will Ned and Sam meet up again??