Date: Wed, 2 Aug 2000 18:24:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: length length <llength@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ryan's School Days (Part Two)

Part Two:	Train Ride

    Forth period math with Mr. Dawes. Combine this with the heat of the day
and nothing more than one functioning ceiling fan and you had an infallible
recipe for sleep.

     It was just after the bell had sounded for commencement of the period
when there was a timid knock at the door.

     Without pausing from what he was saying Mr. Dawes went to the door,
opened it and motioned the boy to come in.

     As the student headed for an isle Mr. Dawes addressed him in a
somewhat resigned fashion, "Mr. Mears seat yourself next to Mr. Hillard."

     As the boy slightly altered his direction and headed towards where
Ryan was sitting, the scowl on his face was obvious. Ryan new that Luke
would have considered this direction from the teacher as somewhat
undermining, as Ryan was not known as one of the cool kids.

     As Luke came closer, Ryan noticed that he looked somewhat disheveled,
however, he reminded himself that was how Luke usually appeared, and wasn't
he always getting into trouble from the teachers to `tidy himself up'?

     Luke came over and dropped himself and his backpack next to
Ryan. Straight away Ryan could smell tobacco on Luke's breath and clothes.

     After a few minutes when Luke's tardiness had been forgotten and the
class was again underway, Luke gave Ryan a slight jab in the ribs to gain
his attention. Ryan turned to face Luke, who was grinning.

     "Know why I was late?" whispered Luke.

     "Na, no idea," returned Ryan.

     "Had to squeeze in a durry before this shit boring subject started."

     "Yeah, I smelt it as soon as you sat down."

     "What, didja? I dropped one of those really strong mints before I came
in here."

     "Well it didn't work," Ryan informed him.

     "Ah well, fuck it," sighed Luke. "I think all the teachers know anyway
and just can't be fucked doing anything about it. It wouldn't be the first
time I got busted."

     Ryan noticed the teacher looking in their direction. He turned away
from Luke, who, as a result, also clued in to what was happening.

     As soon as Mr. Dawes attention was again turned to a fellow student,
Luke turned to Ryan and asked him if he had ever tried a cigarette.

     Ryan, who didn't want to appear uncool, stammered, "Yeah. yeah, sure I
smoke, but only when I'm socialising."

     Luke grinned at him and in a soft voice said, "Yeah, I know what you
mean."

     After that both boys remained silent and attempted to concentrate on
their work, more so because they had noticed their teacher watching them
and Mr. Dawes was renowned for his detentions.

     Ryan's mind was far from the work at hand, whilst he was supposed to
be studying from his textbook, his thoughts were elsewhere entirely.

     Ryan was intensely engaged in a fantasy focussing on the hot boy
sitting next to him.

     He had always admired Luke, but only from afar. Ryan did not have the
confidence to approach Luke or his circle of friends for fear of ridicule
and rejection.

     Ryan found Luke particularly appealing, both physically and by way of
his disposition.

     Luke had tussled black hair which hung into his eyes, a constant
source of irritation, resulting in either a flicking of the head or a
sweeping of the hand. His eyes were a deep green, his lips full and
sensual.

     Ryan guessed his height to be somewhere around 180cm, with a medium
build, he had developed some muscle tone, particularly in his legs,
probably due to the sports Luke participated in.

     Ryan was now visualising what Luke's cock might look like. He wondered
if Luke was cut or not.

     Very slyly Ryan attempted to sneak a look down towards Luke's crotch.
Unfortunately his view was blocked by Luke's blazer, which had swung
forwards as he was hunched over his books.

     Ryan did however manage a quick perve at Luke's thighs and long
tapered legs, which were snugly encased in the fabric of his well worn
school trousers.

     So near, yet so far, thought Ryan to himself, almost
salivating. Thinking what it would feel like to reach across and run his
hand, ever so lightly, up the inside of Luke's thighs, finally coming to
rest against his crotch. Once there, Ryan would begin to gently knead his
cock and balls, enjoying the sensation as they reacted to his touch.

     Ryan's own cock was now standing at attention inside his Bonds
underpants, dribbling beads of precum into the cotton material. He shifted
uncomfortably in his chair, in a desperate attempt to reduce the pressure
on his foreskin as his cock head attempted to thrust upwards and outwards.

     As this maneuver failed to produce the desired effect, Ryan decided to
make the adjustments manually. To avoid suspicion he disguised the action
as one where he was simply scratching his balls. He ensured that his blazer
was hanging forward as his right hand found its target.

     With some swift, yet determined, movements, he was able push his dick
into a more comfortable position.

     He casually glanced around him, and was satisfied that no one had
noticed.

     Without warning, Luke sat upright, clasped his hands behind his head
and lent back in his chair. Whilst he was having a stretch he pushed out
his chest and closed his eyes for a moment.

     Automatically, Ryan's eyes diverted straight to Luke's groin. His
pants had ridden up and his scrotum was clearly visible. Ryan almost
gasped, Luke appeared to be sporting a semi hardon.

     What Ryan didn't notice was that Luke had now opened his eyes and
seemed to be enjoying giving Ryan a free for all.

     Ryan's euphoric state was broken when Luke let out a small cough. Ryan
immediately averted his gaze, not even glancing at Luke in the process.

     Luke resume his earlier position, hunched over his work.

     This little encounter left Ryan feeling so horny that his penis was
now pushing upright against the waistline of his underpants oozing precum
at an amazing rate. He was so damp that he feared that the clear liquid may
actually seep through his trousers, leaving a telltale mark for all to see.

     Ryan knew that he would need to relieve himself as soon as the lunch
bell rang. Lucky for him he didn't have long to wait.

     Not ten minutes later the students were gathering their books and
heading for the door.

    As the two boys were stuffing their books into their backpacks, Luke
turned to Ryan and with a sly look on his face said, "There's something I
wanna show you. Meet me at the cricket nets in about half an hour."

     Ryan was puzzled, but said, "Yeah, sure." He was most intrigued by
what Luke had in mind.

     Still suffering a severe boner, Ryan was careful to conceal himself by
holding his backpack casually in front of him. He decided to frequent a
block of toilets away from the main yard area, where there were now
hundreds of boys milling about.

     As he was walking towards the toilet block located in the basement of
the science building, he passed several of his mates whom asked him where
he was going.

     "Oh, I have to see Mr. Huntley for a bit," replied Ryan, as he
continued to walk past them. "I'll catch up with you guys when I get back,"
he yelled over his shoulder.

     At last, the door to the toilet block was insight, Ryan entered and
made a quick appraisal of what was happening.

     One guy washing his hands and on the way out, another guy taking a
piss at the urinals. Out of the eight stalls only two had their doors
closed and the strong odor of cigarette smoke was an indication as to what
was happening in at least one of the cubicles.

     Ryan noted that both end booths, adjoining the wall, were empty. His
preference was for the one on the left as he knew that the latch worked.

     Without hesitation, Ryan approached the cubicle, entered and locked
the door.

     He couldn't believe how horny he felt as he lowered the toilet seat
and lid, sat down and began stroking himself vigorously.

     Oh no, he thought, as he realised that his precum had permeated the
material of the pants and now a small wet patch appeared at the front of
his trousers.

     Oh well, too late now, was Ryan's attitude, and consumed with lust he
continued his feverish activity.

     Leaning back against the wall, eyes closed and legs splayed, Ryan
continued to rub his cock and balls through his pants with the palm of his
right hand. Oh man this feels excellent he mused. Soon his left hand found
its way down to his balls and simultaneously he began caressing his
gonads. "Oh yeah," he murmured.

     Without thinking, the teenager began releasing his fly. His right hand
delved inside his pants where he continued the rubbing motion with the flat
of his hand. His other hand remained on his nuts.

     The limited opening in his pants was proving to restrictive for the
level of attention his cock demanded. Soon Ryan was grappling with his belt
and the catch at the top of his trousers. He also tugged his shirt out of
the way, pushing it up his belly.

     Ryan pushed his pants out of the way. They remained around the top of
his thighs as his legs were spread eagle.

     Intuitively, his hands returned to their previous positions.

     As he looked down he could see the solid outline of his cock pressing
against the tight cotton material of his two-tone underpants. He again
placed the palm of his hand over the big snake and continued to rub along
its length with great downward thrusts.

     Before long, this style of masturbation had forced the head of Ryan's
phallus out over the top of his briefs. It was hugely engorged and
glistening with precum, the foreskin well and truly locked behind the
crown.

     Having direct contact between the exposed head and his hand, was
sending Ryan into orbit. His left hand, which continued to manipulate his
nuts, worked its way inside their cotton prison, releasing them down his
left leg.

     No sooner were his balls out, than Ryan grabbed at his shaft, pushing
the underpants back to its base and wrapping his fingers around the swollen
tool, slowly working his fist the entire length.

     Ryan was now in an extremely aroused state, his slick cock highly
sensitive. As a precaution, his pumping action began to subside
considerably.

     Ryan knew that it would not be long now before he blew an almighty
load. He realised that in his current position he would end up shooting all
over himself, his shirt, tie and blazer, which would definitely not be a
good look.

     Instead, Ryan stood up, facing the stall door. His pants dropped in a
heap around his ankles, he pushed his underpants down slightly, just enough
to clear his sack. He reached his left arm out, which took a grip at the
top of the door to steady himself.

     His right hand once again enclosed around his prick. He carefully
released a long line of spittle down to his shaft, then turned his thoughts
back to what he had witnessed in the classroom earlier.

     Images of himself bent face down in Luke's crotch, sucking on his
juicy dick whilst the lesson continued around them, the taste of his precum
on his tongue, Luke's hands on the back of his head, forcing his cock
deeper and deeper down his throat. These were some of the lewd scenarios
racing through Ryan's mind as he continued to jerk himself.

     Another few strokes sent Ryan spinning, his manhood jolted and then
began spewing out, what felt like, a continual stream of thick white sticky
love juice. Most of his cum hit the painted wooden door and streamed
downwards, mixing with older stains from similar events.

     Ryan was attempting to keep his gasping to a minimum, his body was
convulsing as his hand continued to slide smoothly over the length of his
manhood. As his climax began to wane, his grip tightened as he tried to
milk out each last drop. When he could cum no more, he simply stood there
gripping his cock at the base and shaking it quite rigorously.

     What missed the door landed on the ground and a few drops ended up
adorning his pants and shoes.

     Ryan returned to sitting on the toilet where he rested, waiting for
his breathing to return to normal.

     Next he pulled up his jocks, using them to wipe any remaining cum off
his dick, straightened up his shirt, which he noticed also had cum stains
on it, luckily these would be hidden once his shirt was tucked into his
pants, and then refastened his trousers.

     Now he folded some squares of toilet paper and proceeded to wipe off
the cum which had splattered on to his pants and shoes. Giving himself the
once over and satisfied that his appearance was acceptable he made ready to
leave the facility.

     Checking to make sure that no one would observe him leaving the
cubicle, Ryan beat a hasty retreat from the toilet block.

     Glancing at his watch, Ryan realised that lunch was nearly half
over. He decided to head for the cricket nets before catching up with his
mates.

     Upon arriving at the enclosures, Ryan surveyed the mass of boys, some
practicing their cricket techniques or playing a game, others just standing
around talking. Whilst he did spot some of Luke's friends, he was unable to
locate Luke himself.

     After standing there for a few minutes he felt a hand clamp his
shoulder. Without even turning around, he knew it to be Luke, the smell of
stale tobacco giving him away.

     "Yo matey, glad you could make it," drawled Luke, as Ryan turned to
face him.

     "I was starting to think you would be a `no show'," replied Ryan.

     "Never fear," was Luke's only response.

     Typical, thought Ryan.

     "So what's the big secret?" stirred Ryan.

     Luke lowered his voice, "Well you've got to swear to keep this to
yourself."

     "Yeah, sure man."

     "Ok, then come over here," Luke motioned with his head.

     When the boys had reached a less populated corner of the yard, Luke
dropped his backpack, glanced around to see if anyone was watching, then
proceeded to rummage through his bag.

     After a moment he appeared to have found what he was after.

     Again standing, he had his back to the crowd and seemed to be
clutching something in his fist.

     "Well, what is it?" questioned Ryan, somewhat impatiently.

     As Luke opened his fist, he asked, "Do you know what this is?"

     Ryan stared blankly at what essentially looked like a `T' shaped
object made of steel rod which was approximately five or six millimeters
thick. The bar of the `T' had rounded ends, whilst the end five millimeters
of the `leg' were fashioned into a quadratic shape.

     "No idea," came Ryan's baffled reply.

     "Its a key."

     "And?"

     "It's used for the locks on the guards compartment and interconnecting
doors on the trains," came Luke's enthusiastic reply.

     Ryan was still unsure as to where this was heading.

     So Luke continued, "With this you get to have your own private section
on the train.  No need to share with all the other plebs, you can do what
you want."

     "Oh, sounds cool," said Ryan, still unsure as to why Luke was sharing
this with him and not his own mates.

     "So anyway, where did you score this thing?"

      Luke looked rather guilty, and before answering said, "This stays
between you and me, right?"

     "Sure bro," Ryan conceded.

     "Well a couple of days ago, there was this railway dude down at the
station and he must have gone to take a dump or something. Anyway, he took
off his tool belt and put it down on a seat outside the dunnies. I walked
over to where he left it and then saw this key. So, I had seen them used
before and knew what it did. Anyway, I thought it would be cool to swipe it
for myself."

     Luke could tell that Ryan was impressed by the grin on his face.

     "So, what now?" asked Ryan.

      "Well dude, I was thinking we try it out this arvo on our way home."

     Ryan was pretty nervous about the whole idea, but the thought of
spending time alone with Luke in a small locked room, really turned him on.

     So against his better judgement he said, "Yeah sure Luke, sounds cool
man."

     "Alright dude, meet me on the platform after school and we'll do it,"
Luke enthused.

     "Cool, catch ya then," replied Ryan.

     Both boys parted and headed their separate ways.

     Ryan noticed that his dick had once more become hard, and he could
still feel the sticky dampness of his briefs against his skin and matted
pubes.

     He shoved his hands deep into his pockets as he headed off in search
of his friends.

     The final two periods of the day crawled by at a snails pace.

     His dick remained unyielding in anticipation of the train ride home.

     After what felt like an eternity, Ryan found himself standing on the
platform in the warm afternoon sun. He had managed to give his friends the
slip and was now scouring the crowd for Luke.

     Not long after, he spotted Luke ambling through the throng of
people. They soon made eye contact, and Luke made his way towards Ryan.

     "Hey dude," was Luke's greeting.

     "Yo man," responded Ryan.

     Before long, the train's distinct click-clacking sound could be heard.

     Luke cast his eye down the track and informed Ryan, "Not this one
mate, it's a `Tangara', and this key only works on the older trains. Also
if we wait for the next train, there won't be so many people about."

     "Oh, ok," said Ryan.

     Both boys sat back down on the low brick wall of the garden, and
entered into idle banter.

     Ryan found Luke easy to talk to and was enjoying his company.

     Nonetheless, still fantasising about him the whole time and taking a
peak between his legs whenever the opportunity presented itself. God, was
he hot!

     Within fifteen minutes the next train was pulling into the platform.

     Luke was leading the way along towards where he anticipated the middle
of the train would be. These were the guard's cabins which were always
deserted.

     The train ground to a halt, the pneumatic doors sprung opened and the
boys piled in.

     As Luke had predicted, there were fewer people on this service.

     Luke whispered to Ryan to follow him and provide cover whilst he
unlocked the door.

     Luck was on their side, by design, this carriage had a small alcove
leading to the guard's compartment, and even better, this area was free of
any passengers.

     It only took Luke a second to unlock the door, and the boys another
second to file in.  Once inside, Luke ensured that the door was fastened.

     "Wow, I'm impressed," said Ryan as he took in his surroundings.

     "Yeah, piece of piss," laughed Luke.

     "Added bonus," cried Luke. He had noticed that the door to the
driver's compartment was also swinging too and fro.

     The guard's compartment consisted of a small bench, a few windows, all
fitted with blinds, an interconnecting door to the next carriage, and
little else.

     The driver's compartment, which ran off the guard's room was very
cramped, barely fitting the driver's fixed chair and the panel of basic
instruments.

     For the first few minutes the boys explored the two rooms, ridding in
the driver's chair and generally being silly.

     Luke then stepped onto the bench and perched himself on a wide ledge
which extended from beneath the large window, which was facing the
direction of travel. Luke used the window as a backrest.

     "Hey Ryan, chuck us me bag," requested Luke.

     Ryan threw him his backpack.

     Luke rummaged around and soon produced his pack of smokes. He zipped
up his bag and tossed it back to the floor.

     Luke drew out a fag and slowly placed it between his lips, almost
seductively, before bringing the lighter to his face, igniting a flame and
inhaling deeply.

     Throughout the whole process, he never once broke his gaze from Ryan.

     Ryan was finding this display incredibly horny. Watching Luke sitting
there in full school uniform, only sixteen years of age, looking so
sophisticated with his cigarette.

     Ryan's cock was aching and he was employing every technique known to
him to hide his excitement.

     Catching Ryan off guard, Luke said, "Hey man, why don't you come and
have a toke?"

     This sent Ryan into a mild panic as he realised that the moment of
truth had arrived.

     Still refusing to admit defeat, he stepped over to where Luke was
sitting and stretched out his hand to accept the offering.

     He brought the cigarette to his mouth and took a puff.

     Almost instantly he began to cough violently.

     Luke exploded into fits of laughter, rocking back and forth as Ryan
continued to splutter.

     Once Ryan had regained his composure, his face had turned a deep shade
of red with embarrassment.

     "Here, give it back," said Luke, motioning towards the smoke.

     "Now, come over here you goose and I'll show you how to draw back,"
said Luke, still smiling.

     Ryan came and stood in front of Luke as he began to give a detailed
demonstration on how to inhale.

     After a few more attempts, with only slight improvement, the cigarette
had burnt down to the butt.

     Luke's next statement took Ryan by complete suprise.

     "Ya know, having a durry always gets me real towie."

     "Sorry?" enquired Ryan.

     "You know, horny."

     Ryan was dumbfounded, lost for words.

     Luke continued, "Yeah, I don't know why, whenever I suck on a cigga I
get a shocken hardon."

     After having somewhat recovered, Ryan gingerly enquired, "So, does
that mean you got one now?"

     "Why don't you come over here and check it out for yourself, dude?"

     Ryan's head was spinning as he made his way across the swaying floor
to where Luke was sitting.

     He noticed that Luke's blazer was pulled together around his waist,
and was therefore unable to determine if he was stiff or not.

     "I can't really tell," stammered Ryan, "Your jackets in the way."

     "You're a smart lad," commented Luke, "I'm sure you'll be able to find
a way around it."

     Ryan nervously extended his arms towards Luke. He was feeling
unbelievably excited and at the same time weird, a good `weird`, however.

     He gently pushed the jacket aside and was rewarded by the sight of a
considerable bulge in Luke's snug fitting school pants.

     "Hmm, I. I think your right," stuttered Ryan, unable to shift his gaze
from the glorious sight.

     "You can touch it if you like," Luke said, "It won't bite. Anyway, I
saw you perving at my dick in class today. I know you want it bad."

     Ryan was speechless, so said nothing. Instead, he slowly extended his
hand to Luke's inner thigh, inching his way towards the lewd swelling that
awaited.

    "Ohhh yeah," moaned Luke, "Keep going man." He stretched out his right
arm and put it around Ryan's shoulders, both to steady himself with the
trains continual rocking and also to draw Ryan closer.

     Ryan was in ecstasy, his penis rock solid and spasmodically secreting
precum into his already damp undies.

     As he continued to stroke Luke's donger, he could feel it straining to
move upright inside the pants. To aid this, Ryan changed his method of
manipulation, coaxing Luke's dick to achieve it's desired position.

     Luke placed his own hand on top of Ryan's, exerting further force,
soon manipulating Ryan's hand into clutching his love muscle through the
fabric and to carry on a wanking motion.

     "Oooh that feels good, don't stop man, don't stop," crooned Luke.

     Almost in a manner of approval, Luke further spread his legs, drawing
Ryan closer into him.

     Somehow through the sexual daze that had enveloped both boys, Ryan
became aware that the train had come to a standstill, and milling directly
outside the window were herds of school children and adults.

     "Hey, man, it might be a good idea to pull the blinds down, look at
all those people outside."

     "Oh shit!, I was so into what you were doing I didn't even
notice. Yeah, let's get the shades dude."

     In next to no time the cabin was considerably darker, although shards
of light continued to penetrate, due to tears in the blinds. There was also
the fluorescent tube on the ceiling.

     Reclaiming his perch on the window ledge Luke looked at Ryan and said
in a husky voice, "Man, you got me feeling so hot, I'm all sticky inside my
dack's and my cock's aching.

     "And another thing, whatever goes on between us stays that way, right?
I'm not a fag and I don't ever want the other guys to get wind of this."
And for good measure he added, "Cause if they do, you'll come off second
best, you got that?"

     Ryan had no qualms with that, he didn't need the publicity either and
so simply replied, "Yeah right, as if I'm gonna say anything to anyone",
then thought to add, "And of course I know your not a fag."

     "Good, well that's settled then."

     The train had since resumed its journey and was almost at the next
station.

     Luke motioned with his head that Ryan should move closer to him, again
extending his arm about his shoulders, and casting his eyes toward his
crotch. This Ryan interpreted as to continue where he had left off.

     Ryan resumed his grip on Luke's dick and again began jerking it
through the material.  He thought he could feel a slightly damp patch near
where the head was, and upon closer inspection his suspicions were
confirmed.

     Ryan's efforts were inspired by the obscenities he could hear Luke
muttering. "Oooh fuck yeah", "Rub harder you little cunt", and, "Ahhh yeah
man, keep doin it to me."

     Turning to look up at Luke, Ryan noticed his face to be contorting and
a wild lust raging in his eyes.

     Ryan found this an incredible turn on which only inspired him to try
harder to please Luke.

     His second hand left his own genitals and placed itself on Luke's
nuts. So while stroking his cock he was also tugging down on his ball sack,
all through the confines of the sexy school trousers.

     Ryan wanted more than anything to bring his face closer to where the
action was, to inhale the erogenous scents which were being excreted in the
form of sweat and precum.  Almost as if reading Ryan's thoughts, Luke
suggested that if Ryan were to move around directly in front of him and
kneel on the bench between his legs it would make it more `comfortable' for
them both.

     Without breaking contact with Luke's cock, Ryan maneuvered himself
into position.  He was now directly facing Luke's groin area.

     Luke managed to gasp, "I'm cool with anything you want to do man, just
go ahead and do it."

     Almost as if to emphasise the point Luke placed his hands behind
Ryan's head and began to pull him towards his crotch. Ryan was most
obliging.

     Ryan was overcome with the intoxicating smells of Luke's sex. He had
draped his arms over Luke's upper legs, whilst his face nuzzled deep within
Luke's thighs.

     Luke was holding Ryan's head and dragging it up and down his
crotch. Ryan couldn't get enough of the heady smells and tastes that he was
experiencing. After a while, he gently pushed Luke's hands away as he was
determined to lick the length of the shaft and savor the precum that had
permeated the material near where the head rested.

     Whilst delicately nibbling Luke's beautiful cockhead, Ryan felt that
he was able to determine that Luke was cut.

     Luke's pants were completely saturated with precum, which was oozing
out in waves.  Ryan was lapping franticly, enticed by the exotic salty
sensation. He decided that it tasted similar to his own, yet somehow
different.

     As he continued to pleasure Luke, Ryan felt Luke's legs tightening
around his head, locking him into his groin. Luke's hands again clasped his
head, only this time he was actually grabbing handfuls of hair. Before Ryan
knew what hit him, Luke was humping his face, his arse actually rising from
the platform where he sat.

     "Oh fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah," screamed Luke over and over again,
pulsating into Ryan's face. He could feel Ryan's tongue and mouth working
him over, Ryan's hot breath penetrating the material of his pants, sending
waves of heat into his already burning scrotum. Occasionally Ryan would
also yell something indistinguishable which would reverberate through
Luke's groin, sending further shock waves through his body.

     After ridding roughshod for a few minutes, Luke slowed down and eased
off, he wanted it to be pleasurable for Ryan too, also he didn't want to
cum just yet.

     As Ryan came up for air, he was in a state of disarray, his face
glistening with sweat and precum, his hair tousled and his clothes
disheveled

     "Sorry dude, but I don't know what came over me. like. you know." Luke
trailed off sheepishly.

     "That's cool man," smiled Ryan, "It's not as though I wasn't enjoying
it."

     Both boys just grinned at each other knowingly.

     "Hey," Ryan and Luke started in unison.

     "Ah you go first," said Luke.

     "Na, you."

     "Ok then," Luke was hesitant, "I was gonna say if you wanned to suck
my cock for real."

     A huge grin crept across Ryan's face, "Just the same thing I was gonna
ask you man."

     "Excellent," Luke smiled. "Well, it's all yours," he gestured toward
his inner thighs.

     Ryan reached forward and grappled for the zipper. His fingers were
trembling as he sought to unfasten the device. It opened with some
difficulty, due to the duress placed on it by the swollen member held
captive inside.

     "Oooh yeah," hissed Luke, as he felt the material giving way.

     With the zipper tugged down, the cotton clad bulge spilled forward,
protruding obscenely through the opening.  Luke's undies were sodden and
reeked of lecherous boy carnality. Furthermore, in this state of wetness,
the briefs had become almost translucent.  Ryan noticed that it was almost
possibly to make out each individual pubic hair.

     Ryan shifted his head forward as though some unknown force had taken
control of his movements. Luke's cock and balls were now outlined in
amazing detail, Ryan ran his tongue the length of the shaft, enjoying the
feel of the cotton, the taste of the precum and the amorous scent.

     Realising that the head of Luke's cock was still out of his reach,
trapped above the zipper and the most part of his nuts, below,
Ryan. without missing a beat, reached up towards the slim black belt around
Luke's waist, undid the buckle and disconnected the two ends, then reached
for the small clasp and unfastened it.

     As the trousers sprang open, a snug fitting pair of Calvin Klein's
were revealed. Ryan sighted with bliss as he beheld a sight he had only
ever dreamt of. A hot, young classmate before him in uniform, trousers
thrown open with his distended member straining vulgarly beneath a pair of
tight fitting briefs, almost see-through with precum.

     Yeah, thought Ryan, as he licked his lips lecherously.

     To better his access to Luke's testicles, Ryan took hold of each flap
of the open trousers and shuffled them forward. Luke slightly raised his
butt to facilitate the process.  Because of the position Luke was sitting
in, it was easier for Ryan to let the garment fall in a heap at Luke's
feet.

     Ryan reached forward and slid his hand under Luke's balls, where he
proceeded rolling them in the flat of his hand. At the same time he used
his other palm to massage Luke's rock hard meat.

     Luke was rocking back and forth, now in a delirious state, forming
unintelligible sounds, almost gurgling. His prick was straining up hard
against the waistband of his `C.  K's. and his balls had begun to retract
up into his scrotum.

     Ryan once again replaced his hands with his mouth, only this time to
use his teeth to draw down the briefs.

     He allowed himself one last digression to sample the goods through the
drenched cloth. Starting with the now withdrawn nuts, further saturating
them with his own saliva, in a tongue lashing that can be described only as
frenzied, then proceeding up along the shaft, ensuring that no part be
overlooked, until finally, coming to rest at the fountaining head.

     After enjoying one final suck, this time with the entire fabric
encased head in his mouth, he released the dick, hearing a dull `thwack' as
it sprung back against Luke's belly. Ryan then moved to the elastic
waistband.

     "Hey Luke, hold up your shirt for me, it's in the way," Ryan
requested.

     Luke had been oblivious to this as he had had his eyes closed for some
time now. He automatically reached down and gathered up his shirt and tie.

     Ryan was now free to place his head on Luke's belly and work his teeth
into the waistband. This wasn't too difficult as the straining cock was
slightly lifting the material anyway.

     Holding onto Luke's thighs, Ryan began to tug at the tight fitting
garment. As Luke was sitting on them, it made it difficult for Ryan to
dislodge the briefs. He managed to remove them most of the way down the
shaft.

     Ryan gasped in awe at the magnificent cock which stood proudly before
him. Smooth and well proportioned, it must have been at least six and a
half inches. Slightly thicker than his own, yet not as long.

     Reaching behind Luke, Ryan ran his hands over the boys' sleek globes,
before hooking his fingers into the waistband, thus compelling Luke to lift
his backside. Where upon, in one swift motion, slid the briefs beneath Luke
and down his legs, till they came to rest with his trousers.

     "Hey Luke, I want to see you have a smoke while I suck your cock."

     After Ryan had addressed Luke it took him a few seconds to reenter the
earth's orbit before he replied, "Sounds good to me. Do you want one too?"

     "Na man, I just reckon its horny if you have one."

     "Yeah, cool dude," replied Luke, "Now go suck me hard, man."

     Luke then reached inside his blazer pocket and produced the crumpled
packet of cigarettes and lighter. It wasn't long before the all to familiar
smell permeated the inside of the cabin.

     Before continuing, Ryan, unzipped his own pants, reached inside, and
fished out his dick. It was so wet that he wondered if he hadn't already
cum in his pants. Ensuring that his Bonds were hooked under his balls, he
dragged his nuts out into the open as well.

     In the meantime, Luke was sitting there grasping his shaft with his
fist, waving it in the direction of Ryan's face. He had a lustful smile on
his lips.

     Ryan bent forward and began to lick Luke's slimy balls while Luke
continued fisting his manhood. However, Ryan was experiencing difficulty
getting close enough to carry out his intentions. To get around this he
decided to place Luke's legs over his shoulders.

     To achieve this would mean taking off Luke's shoes, pants and
undies. Instead, he simply got up and stepped back

     "Oh no, what are you doin man," wailed Luke.

     "Just lift your legs in the air man."

     Luke just looked at him blankly.

     "C'mon dude, hurry up," pleaded Ryan.

     Slowly Luke lifted his legs, Ryan helped to steady them, then ducked
underneath, coming up between them and helping Luke locate his legs on his
shoulders.

     Luke's arse was now pointing upwards, his arms by his sides, fingers
gripping the edge of the shelf where he was poised. His legs hooked over
Ryan's shoulders, bent at the knees. Ryan could feel the heels of Luke's
school shoes knocking against his back with each jolt of the train. He was
glad he still had his blazer on.

     In this position, Ryan felt that he was locked between Luke's
thighs. Not a bad place to be, he mused.

     With this thought he brought his head forward until he could feel the
intricate hairs on Luke's balls brushing against his tongue. Before
commencing a full assault with his tongue he tenderly kissed each nut
several times, alternating between them.

     Ryan disregarded Luke's twitching shaft above him as he lapped his way
around Luke's scrotum. Now with his head at just the right angle, Ryan
popped Luke's left testicle into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around
it, making it slick with spit.

     Luke was quivering uncontrollably and moaning wildly. It took all his
effort and combined strength not to slide of his perch.

     Ryan was now focussing his attention on Luke's second gonad, giving it
much the same treatment as the first. Ryan observed that both balls had
little hair. More like fluff he thought to himself.

     It occurred to Ryan that he might be able to cram both balls into his
mouth at the same time. With a bit of effort he soon achieved this and was
rolling the two spheres against each other, lashing them with his tongue in
the confines of his mouth. The feelings evoked within both boys were
sensational.

     In the meantime, Ryan's right hand was furiously working on his own
tool, sliding the entire length of his shaft, sending spasms through his
young body each time his fist made contact with the sensitive, now
permanently exposed cockhead. With each well-lubed thrust his balls slammed
against the rough material of his trousers, causing further sensations.

     As Ryan emptied Luke's nuts from his mouth, he noticed a steady trail
of saliva and precum running down the crack beneath Luke's balls, some
pooling in his puckered arsehole, then continuing its journey down the
small of his back, before finally cascading into a small puddle which had
formed below him.

     Ryan was infatuated by the sight. He ran the middle finger of his
right hand up along the flowing juices, swamping his finger with
muck. Quickly, he brought his finger toward his face, opened his mouth and
slipped the finger inside. After having cleaned his digit thoroughly, he
began to experience a totally heady sensation, the combined taste and smell
of the juices was incredible.

     Immediately, Ryan knew that he needed more of this magic potion. Once
again, he spearheaded his face toward the honey pot, only this time he used
his tongue in one long slurping motion to gather up the nectar. Firstly
from just above Luke's arse to the base of his balls, then on to his
arsehole, beginning by circling his tongue around the rim, then proceeding
to delve deeper into the dank cavity, savoring ever drop of the delicious
boy fluids.

     Luke was almost beside himself as he felt Ryan's tongue probing his
sensitive arsehole, managing only to gibber a string of incomprehensible
sounds in an attempt to express his untold pleasure.

     Even once the bowl had been emptied of its divine contents, Ryan
continued to enjoy the sensation his tongue was experiencing, simply by
continuing to probe the depths.  Occasionally he felt the anus relax,
allowing him to delve slightly deeper. Soon it was possible for him to
actually permeate the tightness and deploy the tip of his tongue inside the
damp void.

     Ryan was again itching to return his attention to the steely member
which continued to sway erratically above him, however, not before cleaning
the remaining trail of elixir running down below Luke's butthole.

     "Mmm," sighed Ryan as he licked the last of the hot boy juices from
his sultry lips.

     He glanced down to where he was still fisting his own weapon and
noticed that the head had now turned a purple/blue, the shaft was slick
with precum, the excess running off under the base of the shaft, down over
his balls and soaking into the charcoal fabric of his trousers.

     Reaching down for a quick fondle of his nuts, Ryan discovered that his
balls were positively saturated with his own love juices. Upon removing his
hand, Ryan brought it to his face where he inhaled deeply, savoring the
stimulating scent that was his very being.  Luxuriously, Ryan dragged his
tongue across the face of his open palm, relishing the mysterious delights
of his own boy nectar.

     Whilst Ryan had been temporarily distracted attending to his own
needs, Luke had sparked up another cigarette, from which he was expelling
great clouds of smoke which circled around Ryan's head.

     Upon replacing his hand to his own engorged organ, Ryan returned his
attention to the young stud sitting before him. Ryan could tell that Luke
was close to the brink by the vacant look in his eyes, the intensity with
which he was drawing on his smoke and the way in which his gonads had now
drawn themselves tightly into his youthful body.

     Ryan leaned forward and tentatively began to lick the meaty pole. He
tasted the sweat and precum which had built up there, the smell
invigorating him. To gain control of the swinging rod, he grasped the base
with his free hand. Now with his head tilted, he was able to run his mouth
along the underside of the shaft, each time stopping just short of the
crown. In order to give the same treatment to the reverse side, he pulled
the dick toward him and continued to wash the topside.

    Ryan could feel the hard rod quivering uncontrollably.

     At that instant a streak of ash landed on Luke's left thigh. Ryan
glanced upward and noticed that Luke had clasped the smoke between his lips
as he was forced to use both hands to steady himself. God, he looked so
damn horny, especially with his disheveled uniform, thought Ryan.

     With his hand firmly placed around the root of Luke's cock, Ryan
angled the weapon so that it pointed directly at his lips. Next, he opened
his mouth wide, forming a perfect `O', then, drawing in a deep breath,
placed his lips around the swollen head.

     Once inside his mouth, Ryan lovingly encased the crown, swirling his
tongue wildly over the slicked surface, paying particular attention to the
piss-slit, which he probed intensely.

     Luke was experiencing rapture, ratified by the continual waves of
precum which escaped his throbbing organ. He could no longer coordinate his
cigarette, which he abruptly spat to the floor.

     "Ohhh, fuuuck yesss," droned Luke, over and over again, as if in a
trance.

     Ryan began to sink his mouth further down the shaft. He fast began to
realise that to engulf six and a half inches of swollen cock-meat was a far
greater feat than he had imagined. However, this only made the young boy
all the more determined.

     Comfortably, Ryan was able to take in about half the length of
cock. Upon reaching capacity, he would pull back, keeping just the head in
his mouth, then go down again.

     He recalled having once read about a technique which allowed a guy to
take another guy's cock up to the hilt. It was a long time ago, but if he
remembered correctly, it entailed something about relaxing the throat
muscles. He decided to give it a go.

     On each down stroke he attempted to take a bit more of Luke's sleek
tool into his mouth. At first he felt himself gagging, but being a
determined lad, not to mention Luke's cries of encouragement, he forged on.

     With each down stroke, a fraction more of Luke's stiff penis
disappeared from view.  Finally, Ryan could feel his nose burying itself in
Luke's matted pubes. In a state of jubilation, he held his face in this
position for a few seconds, savoring the delights of his achievement.

     Ryan was now running his mouth the length of Luke's magnificent
dick. Up and down, up and down, glided his moist lips. Both boys were
stimulated beyond anything either had ever experienced. Their bodies
contorting uncontrollably. Luke, tightening his hold, thrust his pelvis
mercilessly against Ryan's face, slamming his cock deep into his mate's
throat. Lunging without reprieve, Luke was face-fucking Ryan like there was
no tomorrow.

     Ryan was having difficult keeping up with the velocity of Luke's
stabs. He placed his fist around Luke's shaft, a resounding `pop' being
heard as he disengaged the mighty member from his mouth. He was completely
breathless and panting for air.

     "C'mon, c'mon, keep doin it," yelled Luke impatiently.

     Once his gasping had subsided somewhat, Ryan released his grip and
resumed sucking cock.

     It won't be long now, he thought, as he eagerly went back to
deep-throating Luke's fat cock.

     Almost as though he were possessed, Luke continued ramming Ryan's face
with untold gusto. Each lunge sent his balls smashing into Ryan's chin,
which had a steady trickle of precum dribbling down onto the bench where he
was kneeling.

     After a while, Luke's jabs became slower, yet more deliberate, on each
upward push he would hold his meat deep inside Ryan's throat, moving his
hips in a circular motion against his face, before slowly retracting. His
breathing had become slow and controlled.

     Subconsciously, Ryan had slowed his own pace, from furious jerking to
one that mimicked the tempo his mate had set.

     Luke's probing tool had now slowed to a point where he almost looked
as if he were in slow motion, his head was tilted back and his eyes closed
tightly. His face was almost expressionless, except for the slight movement
of his lips, from which emanated inaudible sounds.

     Noticing that Luke's arsehole had again become inundated with a
mixture of both boys' juices, Ryan, not missing a beat, slid the middle
finger of his left hand around in the syrup. When he was satisfied that it
was thoroughly coated, he positioned his finger over the entrance of Luke's
puckered hole. Taking Luke completely by surprise, Ryan bored his finger
into the depths of Luke's tight canal.

     Once Luke had adjusted to this unexpected invasion, the feelings
evoked only heightened his already exuberant state of arousal.

     One last drawn out penetration slowly came to rest against Ryan's
distended mouth, the penis so enlarged that Ryan was beginning to
choke. Luke's hips were raised and he freed his right hand to grasp Ryan's
head, pulling him down onto himself.

     Starting as a slight trembling deep within his gut, this feeling
quickly intensified to an orgasm which can only be described as
phenomenal. His rigid cock was erupting a deluge of hot molten teenage lava
deep within the confines of his victim's gullet. Luke could feel Ryan
struggling to swallow the flood of cum, as volley after volley of hot gooey
semen escaped his hefty member.

     Eventually the discharge began to subside. Luke's prick was still hard
as he sluggishly pulled back from Ryan's mouth. Only now was it beginning
to dawn on him that in his delirium he had almost gagged his friend.

     For Ryan, the event had almost sent him unconscious. He had
experienced an orgasm more stupendous than he could have ever conceived
possible. His ejaculation followed Luke's by mere seconds. It did, however,
scare him that he had come so incredibly close to passing out.

     His pants were sodden with cum, all the way down his legs. Some had
shot up against the panel in front of him, whilst the remainder had
splattered on the bench. His hands too, were covered with the sticky liquid

     Ryan had cum dripping from the corners of his mouth, down his chin and
then blotching his shirt and tie.

     After some time the boys made eye contact, both still in their
original positions.

     Luke's cock was still semi-erect.

     He smiled at Ryan, and then spoke, "That was awesome."

     "Yeah, fuckin amazing," agreed Ryan.

     Still recovering, Luke said, "Can I ask you one more little favor
dude?"

     "Sure, why not?"

     "Can you just clean up my dick for me before I get dressed?"

     After what had already gone down, Ryan couldn't see the harm, and said
so.

     He leaned forward and Luke guided his dick into Ryan's mouth. Ryan let
Luke hold his penis while he went about washing any last remnants of cum
from the now supple skin. To finish off, Luke rotated his doodle in Ryan's
mouth, as though he were stirring a pot. He then retracted his now almost
limp dick.

     Whilst this had been happening, Ryan had come up with a request of his
own.

     "Luke," he said, moderately embarrassed, "Could I. er. as a memento of
our little get together. uhm. keep your undies?"

     Luke had a confused look on his face, but said, "I don't get it, but
if it makes you happy, then sure."

     "Great," said Ryan, with a gleeful look on his face.

     "Now, lets get ourselves untangled and straightened up," said Luke.

     Both boys felt slightly stiff after having held such awkward positions
for that length of time.

As they disengaged from one another, Luke commented that their current
predicament was not unlike playing Twister. Both boys laughed at the
comparison.

     Luke moved over to the driver's chair, where he sat and removed his
shoes thus enabling him to take off his trousers and subsequently his
soiled briefs, which he then handed to Ryan.

     Ryan muttered thanks, and then stuffed the sordid underpants into his
backpack.

     "Oh yeah, that reminds me," said Luke, "Did you go to the dunnies and
flog yourself after math class today?"

     Ryan was taken aback.

     Ensuing a short pause Luke continued, "I reckon you did, cause you
disappeared real quick after class and then you were gone for most of
lunch. I also reckon you had a boner when you left Mr. Dawes class."

     Still no response.

     "Well, didja," Luke persisted.

     Ryan just turned to look at Luke, smiled shrewdly but admitting
nothing.

     Realising that he wasn't going to get anywhere, Luke dropped his
interrogation.  Nonetheless, he remained convinced that he was right.

     As he pulled up his pants and fastened them, Luke became aware of a
new sensation.  His prick was floundering unconstrained in his pants, the
coarse material creating friction against his exposed cockhead. Mmm, could
be fun, he contemplated

     Soon both boys were dressed, when Luke commented, "Wow man, your
totally covered in cum. How are you going to get that past your mum?"

     "I hope it'll have dried by the time I get back," replied Ryan lamely,
other than that he had no good answer.

     Luke started to flick open the blinds when he exclaimed, "Holy fuckin
shit! Do you know where we are man?"

     It was a rhetorical question to which both boys knew the answer.

     "Oh fuckin Jesus," moaned Ryan as the reality of their situation hit
him.

     They had ended up on the outskirts of Sydney, at least half an hour
from where they wanted to be.

     Luke, taking control of the situation said, "Next major station and
were outa here.  We'll catch a `limited stops' back and then change to one
that stops at our station's."

     Automatically, Luke had reached for his smokes and was soon puffing
away. He offered a drag to Ryan, who shook his head and mumbled, "not now
dude, but ta anyway."

     Approximately twenty minutes later the boys were sitting in silence in
a near empty carriage as they made their way back in the direction of the
city.

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