My stories are, of course, based on my own life's experiences, but they
have been fictionalized to protect the innocent and are intended for adult
reading only.
The stories took place in a kinder, gentler time; only a fool today would have
unprotected sex, especially with a stranger.

RAIL WAYS
BY JIMBO

     He hated to wear the uniform off the post.  He realized that there were
sometimes fare advantages and frequently upgrades on standby, but he resented
the treatment as an inferior that he sometimes received as an enlisted man.
So on this leave, he traveled in civies and left his uniform at Fort Knox.  As
low man on the totem pole in his office, he had last choice on holiday leave
time and ended up with a week ending the day after Thanksgiving.  He wasn't
even able to spend the actual holiday with his folks because the only
transportation he could get at the most heavily traveled holiday of the year
was rail travel forcing him to waste the last two days of his leave back in
Kentucky.
     So the "little professor", as his friends called him ,was quite depressed
when he boarded a heavily over-crowded commuter train for the last leg of his
journey. He had only been able to get standing room on this train and there
was prescious little of that available.  As he held himself upright on one of
the brass poles that ran from floor to ceiling, he spotted someone to
fantacize about.
     A gentleman sat very near him in an aisle seat next to a very fat lady.
The gentleman obviously had class and the boy wondered why he was on this
commuter train on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving.  The man was beautifully
dressed in an expensive looking suit and his silk cravate obviously cost more
than the boy had left to spend on his weekend.  The man had dark olive skin, a
pencil moustache, and an abundance of curly black hair over kind-looking brown
eyes.  He had the carriage and demeanor of a polished gentleman, and as the
boy looked at his hands, he noticed the hair on the back of them leading his
eyes to the perfectly manicured fingernails.
     The man was probably somewhere in his forties, the age that really
interested the boy and the wedding ring on the third finger of the left hand
was no turn-off to one who loved servicing older, neglected men.  In his mind
the boy slowly stripped off each item of the man's clothing imagining the hard
body that must lay beneath the fine clothes.  He imagined what it would be
like to gently caress that hairy body, feeling the nipples come to their own
erections long before he reached the major erection that would rise beneath
them.  He fancied his lips and tongue traversing the surface of that fine body
before his fingers probed the inner surfaces.
     The gentleman, a Major in civilian clothes, truly resented this trip.  He
hated train travel and had never been on a commuter line before.  The fat lady
next to him took too much space and smelled of garlicand sweat.  He resented
the fact that his wife had taken the kids to her mother's in Maine for
Thanksgiving while he had to report to his new assignment and get the house
ready for occupancy.  He hated staying alone in hotels any time, but
especially during the holiday season.
      He found himself looking at the boy standing in front of him.  He sensed
that he was probably an enlisted man out of uniform, but in the face he looked
about fourteen although the boy was actually twenty-two.  He was slightly
built, almost girlish, had reddish brown curly hair and sparkling brown eyes.
The hands that gripped the brass pole were small and soft.  He might be a
soldier, but he was certainly no field soldier as the thick glasses also
attested.
     The Major couldn't understand why he was drawn to the boy, but as he
looked, he realized that the boy was steadily examining every inch of him with
his eyes.  He felt flushed.  Could this boy be queer?  Could he be mentally
undressing him? He felt a sense of excitement he could not comprehend.  He
found himself mentally undressing the boy also, picturing a slender almost
hairless body.  Why was he letting these thoughts enter his mind? West Point
men didn't think this way!
     At the next stop, a very pregnant lady boarded the train and the Major
instantly gave her his seat.  He might have moved anywhere on the crowded
train, but he reached for the same pole the boy held.
     The boy was thrilled.  They were so close that the boy was becoming drunk
on the aroma of the expensive men's cologne this beautiful man wore.  With
heart pounding he slowly lowered his hand on the pole.  He was glad that they
both wore light-weight, fly-front raincoats on this cold, rainy November Day
because the nearness of this man had caused his penis to rise and his pants
tented out in front of him revealingly. The train did a jerking movement,
everyone shifted and the boy's hand pressed right up against the basket of the
handsome gentleman!
     The Major felt the hand on his slowly growing member and could have
pulled away.  Instead he found himself pressing forward and avoiding the boy's
eyes as he pressed his swelling penis against the boy's hand and began to
undulate slowly.  What was wrong with him?  He had never done anything like
this ....although like every man he had certainly thought about it. 
     The boy was thrilled and found himself moving his fingers to better judge
the size and shape.  Then another train lurch and he felt the man's palm
against his own hard basket!
     The Major groped and then withdrew.  His military life flashed before his
eyes. He couldn't do this...especially not with an enlisted man.  He tried to
turn away, but then he found his hand reaching again.  This time his hand
encountered hot, bare flesh!  The boy had opened his fly!  He had his hand on
a boy's hot cock in front of
all these people in a public place!  He had never touched another man's organ
before.  He would admit that there had been times in his military career when
other men had touched him, when he had enjoyed the touch, when he had feigned
sleep while another man touched him with fingers and finally lips and mouth.
But those had been battle conditions.  This was absurd.
     As the man's fingers encircled his penis, the eager boy openly fondled
the man as they faced each other in this crowd, their activity shielded by
their raincoats.  Then the conductor called the last stop and they lost sight
of each other in the pressing crowd.
     The boy saw the man head into the men's restroom.  In a state of sheer
excitement, the boy followed and saw the man hurry into a stall.  The boy
almost jumped into the adjoining stall in the long line and was relieved to
see the glory holes on both sides of him.  The boy knew and had experienced
this disgusting anonymous 
sex but did not find it very satisfying.  The boy quickly dropped his pants
and sat on the toilet and looked through the glory hole.
     The Major also dropped his suit pants after hanging his raincoat on the
back of the stall door.  He read the messages on the walls and noted the glory
holes on each side of him.  He didn't know why he was there, but he certainly
was excited.  He ran his hands over his hairy legs and imagined that they were
the boy's hands. He fondled his large, aching balls and wished the hand were
not his own  He saw eyes in both glory holes.  He leaned forward and looked
through the boy's side.  The boy pulled back and displayed his own smooth,
boyish body and fully erect member.  Looking through the other side, the Major
saw an elderly man who eagerly licked his lips at the Major in a universal
signal.
     The Major leaned back from the glory holes letting his pants drop to the
floor.  He lifted his shirt with one hand to display his lovely chest and
fondled his eager body with the other hand while spreading his legs wide.  The
boy reached under the stall and gently caressed the man's hairy leg, not quite
able to reach the center of activity.  At the same time the elderly man
reached under the stall also and began to voraciously grab at the Major's
other leg.  The Major was becoming so aroused he couldn't stand it.  His wife
refused to suck him off and he always wondered what it would feel like.  He
wanted it badly, but he knew he was ready to climax and had not come for over
a week...too many headaches at home.  He couldn't do this to this cherubic
kid.  He stood up and thrust his hot, throbbing cock through the old man's
glory hole, felt the mouth hungrily devouring him, and felt himself shooting
his wad in the old man's throat.
    Tears streamed down the boy's face as he looked through his "window" and
saw those firm, hairy buns thrusting in and out as his own pecker leaped to
climax and he spilled his juice on the floor.
     When he had come, the Major, ashamed of himself,  pulled himself quickly
together and ran from the restroom to the baggage claim.  The boy followed,
but caught only a glimpse of his dream man entering a taxi.
     Our little professor had no money for a taxi and trudged through the
stinging cold rain from the railroad station to the YMCA where he hoped to get
a room for the night.  His luck had run out long before, they had no rooms
left, and he had no money to get a hotel room.  He bought a couple of cheap
hamburgers that just might end up being Thanksgiving dinner.  He walked down
the main street in the rain wondering what to do.  Bad weather was usually not
good for street cruising which was very dangerous and he was one of the few
soldiers he knew who never touched alcohol and he had no money to try the bars
anyway.  His only choices would be to continue back to the base and spend the
rest of his leave in a barracks, or get someone to invite him to share a room.
Perhaps some horny old man would be desperate enough to put the make on him.
     As these thoughts dominated his sensibilities, he paused under the canopy
of the elegant Brown Hotel and glanced lthrough the window into the
restaurant.  There in the plush dining room was his dream man, eating alone.
     The Major hated dining alone, but had no choice.  He looked around the
large stuffy room and was bored.  His thoughts went back to the boy on the
train.  He didn't know what there was about that kid, but he was haunted by
the memory of their brief contact.  He remembered the feeling of his hand
around the boy's hot shaft on the train.  He remembered the sight of his
boyish body through the glory hole.  He could still feel the gentle touch of
his hand on the Major's thigh.  He 
wished that he had had more courage, but the opportunity was past.
     The boy did not lack courage and he was thoroughly familiar with this
particular hotel.  When he first entered the service, he had had the bulk of
his first military love affair with a sergeant in this hotel.  The boy slipped
into a dark alcove where he 
could watch the entrance to the dining room and see the elevators.  When the
Major emerged from the dining room and headed toward the elevators, the boy
made a quick dash to enter the elevator just as the door was closing.
     He looked straight ahead in the crowded elevator standing directly in
front of the major.  He held his breath and hoped and soon felt relief as he
felt a tentative but certain hand squeezing his buns.  When the Major got off,
he did too.  He followed the Major to his room and stood there dripping wet
and looking like a ragamuffin kid out of Charles Dickens.
    The Major opened the door to his room and turned to the boy saying, "Was
there something you wanted?"
     "Only you, sir," the boy whispered, "I only want to make you feel good.
I want to make you feel better than you've ever felt before.  Please, sir,  I
know that you are alone and I want to make you feel good."
     "Well, then," said the Major as the swelling in his pants increased," I
guess we'd better start by getting you out of those wet clothes and into a hot
shower."
     "Will you come into the shower with me, sir?  I would so love to spread
lather all over you and explore all the hidden beauties of your body under hot
water."
     "That can be arranged," the Major said.  "Now let me see you take those
clothes off."  He locked the door and sat in a large easy chair as the boy
went into the bathroom directly across from the chair and slowly peeled off
his wet clothes and dropped them in a corner of the huge bathroom.  He didn't
remember ever having been watched as he undressed before, and when he
slithered out of his briefs, his penis had never been more erect.
     As the boy stood in the bathroom, the man rose from his chair and slowly
removed his clothes, carefully hanging the beautiful suit in the closet and
prolonging the excitement since he was wearing so many more items than the
boy.  When he was naked, he turned to the boy and revealed a body that might
escape notice in a uniform or suit but which, when naked, was a thing of
beauty marvelously preserved through steady exercise and proper diet and
covered with just the right amount of hair to excite the boy.  The man was not
large, about five feet eight and 165 pounds, but he was certainly nicely
proportioned.  His beautiful penis was about seven inches of youthful looking
cut meat.  The boy knew he could do wonders with this equipment!
      The man took the boy by the hand and led him into the large shower.  He
regulated the water and then turned to take the boy in his arms.  He didn't
know where they would go from here, but he needed to hold this smooth,
slender, boyish body close to his own hard hairy one.  It was a natural fit.
They were exactly the same height and their cocks pressed together as the boy
startled the man by bringing his lips to the man's and thrusting his tongue
into the man's mouth.
     When they had finished exploring the insides of each other's mouths, the
boy stepped back, took the soap in hand and began to slowly wash every inch of
the man's body, thrilling to the touch and strangely exciting the man being
touched.  "What shall I call you?" the man said.
     "Jimbo, sir, and what shall I call you, sir?"
     "Don't call me 'sir'; my name is Victor."
     "I think I have dreampt of your body since I was a kid, Victor.  Now I
want to make you feel good."
     The boy began to kiss Victor's body.  He reached the erect nipples and
sucked and chewed on them causing Victor to gasp in surprise.  Slowly he
worked his way down the hairy chest kissing and licking as he lowered himself.
Soon he had reached the navel where the large plum-colored dickhead eagerly
awaited his ministrations.  He put his tongue into the piss slit and then
began to whirl his tongue around the entire head, licking under the rim.
     Victor had never felt anything like this.  He could not restrain himself
from moaning and crying out with joy which only inspired the boy to work
harder.
     Jimbo was on his knees by now.  He licked the length of the solid shaft
massaging the kpulsing veins as he worked his way to the gorgeous balls which
thrust forward eagerly as the result of the full erection.  He took the balls
gently in his mouth and licked them.  His hands, which had been exploring the
strong, hairy legs reached the firm buttocks and as he swallowed Victor's
pulsing penis innto lhis throat, he worked his finger into the tight pucker
seeking the magic spot which he knew would make lthis Victor's best climax
ever.
     Victor felt his whole body undulating to the boy's touch.  Never had he
been so thoroughly aroused.  He had been a virgin when he had married.  His
wife was a
"lady"who would simply lay on her back and accept his seldom welcomed member
as rarely as she could.  Never would she agree to participate in "whoring" as
she called anything other than the most conventional sex. He was glad they
were in the bathroom with the door closed because lhe found himself hurling
his entire body and screaming with pleasure as he reached the most exciting
orgasm of his shallow existence and poured load after load of milky cum into
the boy's eager mouth and throat.
     When he had finished, the boy rose to his feet and held the man in his
arms.  Jimbo had climaxed before Victor and it had long since gone down the
drain.  They stepped from the shower, dried off, and went into the bedroom to
lay on the king-sized bed.                  
     Victor lay on his back more relaxed than he had ever been before.  Jimbo
lay on his side with one arm under Victor's waist and the other hand and arm
exploring this mature man's body.  They talked and talked realizing that they
had many mutual interests in fine art, classical music, literature and
theatre.  Victor felt himself fully erect again and could not remember ever
having had more than one orgasm in a day even back in those experimental
teenage years when he and his buddies had gotten together and measured their
growing cocks and jacked off to see who could shoot the furthest!  Funny...he
hadn't thought about those days for years.
     Then Victor followed an impulse.  He said to Jimbo: "You know, I'm
married.  I'm not queer.  I've never done anything like this before."  The boy
fondled the beautiful penis in his hands and acknowleged that he had assumed
as much. "But I'm curious.  Would you let me examine your body?"
     Without saying anything, the boy rolled over on his back and put his
hands behind his head.  Victor began to run his hands over the boy's upper
body feeling the smooth, almost feminine, soft skin.  Reaching further he
found that although the boy had no hair on his chest or arms, his pubic hair
was very abundant and his legs were quite hairy.  The hair, unlike Victor's
wiry hair, was very soft and silky.  He ran his hands over the boy's body, but
at first carefully avoided the fully erect penis and the small balls which
were lifted so high by the erection which reached for the boy's navel.
Finally he dared to put his hand on the boy's penis and thrilled to the touch
of the pulsing shaft and hairy balls.  He couldn't understand the fascination
but he couldn't withdraw his hand either.  The boy began to thrust from the
pelvis and the man gripped the penis tightly as the boy worked it up and down,
faster and faster.
Victor felt himself drawn to that cockhead and even allowed himself to kiss it
once.
Then he stuck out his tongue to taste it.  He pulled away just in time as the
boy spurted hot spunk all over his lower body.  Victor was horrified at what
he lhad just done, but still felt compelled to put his finger into some of the
fluid and bring it to his mouth to taste it.
     At first the boy said nothing; he just lay there and smiled.  Victor
continued to explore the boy's body acutely aware of his own swollen member.
He reached around under the boy's body and caressed his smooth, tight buns.
He remembered the sensation he had felt when the boy reached into his pucker
and so he thrust his fingers into the boy'[s asshole and began to finger fuck
him.
     "No one has ever done that to me before," the boy said.  "But I know what
you are thinking and I want you to have it.  Go ahead.  Put some of my cum on
your dick as a lubricant and fuck me.  I can take it."
     Victor eagerly did as he was told.  He had heard of men fucking each
other and as long as he had gone this far he might as well find out what it
was luck.  He smeared his hard prick with cum, lifted the boy's legs up and
thrust himself into the small, tight ass.  The boy let out a little cry then
bit his lips.  Tears streamed down his face.  It felt as if a locomotive were
thrusting into him and the kpain was almost unbearable and so sudden.  But
there was pleasure too. Victor was smiling and moaning and Jimbo wanted so
badly to make him happy.
     Victor had mixed emotions.  He realized almost immediately that he was
hurting the boy but he could not bring himself to withdraw.  He was too close.
lIt did not feel as good as the blowjob had.  He missed the ministrations of
the boy's talented tongue.  But this asshole was tighter than his wife's cunt
had ever been and he was hot.  He exploded into the boy and then waited until
he was soft before withdrawing.  Then he saw the tears and leaned forward to
kiss them from the boy's face.
     They went once more into the shower where they gently washed the blood,
sweat, tears, and jism from each other's bodies.  Victor held Jimbo close and
kissed him and said thanks and promised that he wouldn't do lthat again.
Jimbo assured him that he wanted all that this fine man could give him.
     When they had stepped from the shower into the bedroom, Victor suddenly
realized that while he had had a beautiful dinner, he had never inquired about
the boy.  Jimbo assured him that he had had a couple of hamburgers, but had
worked
up an appetite since.
     When the room service waiter arrived with a plate of sandwiches, fresh
fruit, and beverages,they were still naked.  Jimbo noticed that the handsome
young black waiter had a rapidly gowing bulge in his pants as his eyes grew
wide and he lingered even after he had been generously tipped.  Jimbo smiled
knowingly and winked at the waiter.
     They ate and then slept in the large bed with their arms around each
other.  Victor was awakened in the morning by the soft touch of the boy
drawing his hand over Victor's beard.  He was gascinated by the heavy growth
since the boy only shaved every two or three days even though he was in his
early twenties.  From the beard, the boy's hands traversed the strong hairy
body and as the beautiful penis rose to greet the morning sunshine the boy's
lips and mouth were ready to receive it.
     They spent the day in the room even having a candlelit Thanksgiving
dinner served in the room by the same waiter. The waiter lingered serving the
wine and the desert and saying that he had no other orders.  After dinner,
Victor went into the bathroom and while the door was closed, Jimbo reached
into the waiter's basket as he gave his instructions.  Jimbo had known this
waiter well from his earlier nights in this hotel with his sergeant.
     When Victor emerged from the bathroom in his robe, he found the other two
naked.  Jimbo led him to the bed and  began to kiss him.  The waiter came over
to the bed and ministered to both eager dicks as they ministered to each
other's bodies.  They allowed themselves to be serviced and then brought the
amazingly well endowed young black man into the bed with them. Jimbo guided
Victor's hands over the body which might have been that of a Greek warrior.
Jimbo brought the waiter to a climax and Victor understood what the boy was
telling him.  The waiter left at eleven, and Victor and Jimbo spent one last
night in each other's arms.
     The next day the boy had to report to the base.  Fort Knox was the
largest military base in the country and they were sure they would never see
each other again.  As always in military liasons, no mention had been made of
company, rank, duty, etc.  It was better not to know.
     So it was with sheer astonishment when the boy reported to his office on
Monday that he was introduced to Major  Victor Thomasini, the new
administrative officer for the post headquarters building.  They managed to
contain their surprise and by the end of the day, the major had made
arrangements to have the boy assigned TDY to his home to help him make the
place ready for his wife and children.  The general agreed to the temporary
duty...it was the beginning of a whole series of adventures the two would
undertake in those last few months of the boy's required military duty.
Neither would lbe the same again.