Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2013 23:20:08 -0500
From: Hunter Gatlin <macperson9@gmail.com>
Subject: All Aboard" Ch.3 (Young Friends)

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"ALL ABOARD" Chapter 3

	It seemed like no time at all before my dad was sitting on the side
of my bed, shaking my little body.

	"Nathan... Nathan... Time to get up. We've got a train to catch."

	I slowly opened my eyes to the grey light streaming in from a crack
in the curtains of my room's window. Squinting quickly and slowly rolling
over to face my dad, I looked at him with a face that was still sleepy but
still showed eagerness.

	"Come on, that's the ticket," he said as I rose up. Luckily I
choose not to sleep naked last night, though I doubt my step dad would have
cared. He was cool with almost anything I did. "Hurry up now. The sooner
you get ready, the sooner we can get to the station and the sooner we can
get ourselves settled into our compartments."

	I waisted no time as I swung my legs out of bed and walked to the
bathroom for my morning shower. In addition to showering at night, I shower
in the morning too. It really helps wake you up in the mornings as well as
making you even fresher for the day to come. The bathroom was lit instantly
as I flipped the light switch and again opened the cabinet and pulled out a
towel. The water started and I again looked at myself again in the
mirror. This time the face I saw was just as cute but the mask of sleep was
very evident. I gave my hazy eyes a good rub and remembered the sensitivity
of the time and jumped in the shower. This was to be a quick shower. No
time for fun this morning.

	Once I finished my shower I quickly walked to my room. I dropped my
towel and grabbed a pair of my favorite briefs and slipped them on. They
were predominately dark blue with thick pink horizontal stripes. Following
those, I threw on a pair of slim jeans and a T-shirt with the logo of one
of my favorite bands, a French electronic band called Air. My feet slipped
themselves swiftly into a pair of Adidas Samba shoes. These were some of
the most comfortable shoes I've ever warn and perfect for a good bit of
walking and standing on the public transit on the way to New York's Penn
Station.

	"Hey, it's raining outside and a little bit cold. Ya might wanna
grab something to wear that's warm, alright?" my stepdad yelled from the
other room.

	"Alright. Thanks!" I responded as I grabbed an MSU hoodie my aunt
had sent me from where she lived in Mississippi. It was grey with maroon
letters that read "Mississippi State" in a very official and collegiate
way.

	Fully dressed, I grabbed my suitcase which had been packed in the
previous few days and headed out to great my parents.

	"Good morning," I announced as I walked into the kitchen.

	My mother responded, "Yes. It's a very good morning for
sure. You're ready to go. I'm ready to go. Your father is even ready to go
and for once we are on time but only just." I only beamed a smile and my
dad walked in carrying a large suitcase full of both my parent's
clothes. "Well, your father thought he was ready to go," she said as she
rolled her eyes.

	"Sorry guys. I'm glad I remembered my laptop. That'd been a
disaster. Imagine me without access to world," he explained.

	"No worries dad, I'd be upset too if I forgot my laptop." I stated
as I patted my bag. I too had packed my laptop, though mine was far older
than his and it was just used for school and internet usage. "I made sure
to pack mine!" I playfully stabbed at him.

	"Boys, if you don't mind, we are barely on schedule. We really
ought to be leaving," mom said. "We really don't have time for breakfast
this time. We'll just get breakfast on the train."

	"No worries. I'm not even that hungry," I stated as my dad nodded
in agreement.

	"Alright then, let's get a-movin'!" dad said as he headed towards
the door. My mother and myself followed suit as we made for the door, me
dragging my suitcase behind me.

	We walked for a short distance to the nearest subway station. The
rain fell softly on my raised hood and the cool morning air felt absolutely
terrific. All of the excitement and anticipation was amplified even further
by the invigorating weather and I was sad to leave it when we descended
into the subway station. The next train came in about a minute and
conversation between us was limited at best. I was so excited I was
speechless. Every step lead us closer and closer to the beginning of a
great journey.

	The subway pulled into the station and few people detrained. We
were some of the only ones on the platform and boarded as quickly as
possible. The doors closed with a bit of a rattle and the nearly empty
train left the station with a quiet whir.

	Mere minutes later we were standing on the subway platform at Penn
Station. The entire station was underground with the whole of Madison
Square Garden built on top of the subterranean station. We made out way
from the platform into the station's shockingly busy main concourse where
we saw on the large departure board on the ceiling that the Lake Shore
Limited was being boarded on Track 9.

	"Look, the board says the train leaves in 20 minutes! We better get
a move on if we want to settle into our sleeping compartments before the
train gets rocking through the switchyards. That's always pretty bumpy,"
dad exclaimed.

	We put a move on, fighting through the crowds and arriving at the
platform for Track 9 in no time at all. There, gleaming in shining
stainless steel was our home away from home for the next day and a
half. This amazing sight had a large lone engine on the front that my dad
pointed out to be General Electric P32 locomotive that could run on both
electricity from a third rail or from its on diesel engine. Following the
locomotive was a string of stainless steel cars. Our sleeping car, a
Viewliner, was the second car from the end of the train. As we walked down
the platform past every car, I marveled as I always do at the Amfleet
coaches and the majesty of the whole machine.

	Along the way I spotted another family waiting to board the train
in the car behind ours. They had a boy with them that looked to be my age
if not a little older. The boy had on a pair of well worn faded black jeans
that were decently tight and had holes that exposed the fabric of his
underwear against his shapely looking bottom. He too wore a hoodie but his
was black and had a large "DC" printed on it in white. His brownish
Hispanic face was handsome with black hair that was long and curly. I could
tell he was bored and was really not looking forward to the trip that was
soon to commence and I felt sorry for him.

	We reached our car and presented our tickets to the attendant who
stood guard at the vestibule of the car. Scanning our tickets, the
sprightly young attendant welcomed us aboard and told us the locations of
our rooms. Because a Viewliner roomette only sleeps two, we always buy two
rooms and my parents share one of the rooms leaving me a compartment all to
myself. It's so wonderful to be able to have your own compartment. Our
compartments were separated in the car with my parent's being a few rooms
down across the hall. I got to my room first and walked into the smallish
long but narrow compartment then dropped my suitcase. The size of the room
was perfect, to be honest, with two large windows stacked on top of each
other looking out into the station and two large, comfortable, opposing
seats where I could relax on the long journey and do a whole lot of
nothing. At night, these would be made into a bed and another bunk would
drop down from the ceiling to be used by a second person if needed. It was
just right for a small person like myself. The compartment was closed off
by a metal door with a large rectangular window looking into the hall in
the middle of one of the long sides facing the window to the outside
world. Curtains covering the door could be closed and were fitted for
privacy.

	I made my way to my parent's room but I again noticed the same
family and the same boy go into the bedroom compartment. The bedroom was
larger than the roomette but it still only had two beds. He was going to
have to share a bed with either his mom or his dad. I felt even sorrier for
him now. I'd hate sharing a bed that is small with another guy that as was
as big as the boy's father appeared to be and his mother was also on the
large side.

	Arriving at my parent's room, I saw they were settling but they had
a lot more to get situated and a lot less space in which to do it.

	"Hey guys. You guys alright?" I asked my parents.

	"Yup. Just settling in. I know you are hungry, I am too. We'll get
something once the train gets moving. Right now the dining car and the cafe
car are closed. Just wait for us to come get you from your room in a bit
and we'll get something together," dad instructed me.

	Responding, my stomach gave a growl and I walked back to my room
and sat down. I took out my Android tablet and put my headphones in and
dropped out for a bit getting lost in the music of Air's "Sexy Boy." Every
time the words sexy boy were sung in my ear I thought about the boy I saw
on the platform. I wondered what he was doing right now and how old he
was. Naturally, my mind wandered to envisioning the handsome boy naked and
that made me ever so aware of the condition of my pants. My cock was
complaining about not getting any attention since yesterday by tenting my
slim, tight jeans. I realized just how horny I was and made a priority of
taking care of that as soon as I had some privacy. In the meantime, I just
lowered my tablet until it covered the bulge in my pants so people in the
hall wouldn't see and stared out the window into the station to watch
people. I couldn't be sure but I thought I caught a reflection of the boy
from the platform walking by in the hall glimpse at me through the window
in the door. I just smiled. I had to meet this boy.

	After a few minutes, I felt the train give a small lurch and we
began to move. Very slowly at first we made our way out from the station
below ground and the sunlight filtering through the rainclouds was almost
startling as we emerged from the station. The train continued on through
one of Amtrak's coach yards. The car rocked from side to side and it
clicked and clacked over the numerous switches of the yard. The sunlight
was short-lived, though. We soon entered another tunnel, this time much
longer. The only light available was the light from the hall as I had
turned off my compartment's lights to relax.

	Minutes later we emerged yet again from the tunnel and began
accelerating out of the city. Shortly thereafter my mom came knocking on
the door to my compartment. I was lost in my music and was startled a
little at the sharp knock but I put aside my tablet, got up quickly and
opened the door.

	"Now that we are rolling along, who's ready for some breakfast?"
she asked. "The dining car is still closed but how about a bowl of cereal
from the cafe car?"

	"Hmmm... That sure sounds better than the way my stomach is
sounding right now, mom. I'm starving!," I said and we walked toward the
front of the train, joining my dad along the way.

	"Enjoying the trip so far, Nathan?" he asked.

	"Yeah. Just fine. Doing a whole lot of nothing, but that's what
it's all about, right dad? Just sittin' back and relaxin'," I replied.

	With that, we continued our trek up towards the front of the train
until we arrived in the Cafe car. The Cafe car or lounge car is similar to
a dining car in that it has lots of tables but it doesn't serve full meals,
rather little snacks and drinks. We stepped up to the service counter and
bought our breakfasts. We took our meal and walked then went back to a
table towards the end of the car. I took a seat that faced the rest of the
car and feasted on the cereal. A little later, another family walked into
the lounge and ordered from the counter. Among them was the boy I'd seen on
the platform. Once they'd gotten their food they moved to a table near
ours. As the boy walked, he looked right at me and smiled sweetly. I was
shocked by his forwardness and I smiled back.

	Catching the exchange, my dad turned to look at the boy and said to
me, "You know, he looks about your age. You oughta introduce yourself to
him. I promise having a friend will make the trip go by faster."

	"Alright, dad. I will. Give it a few minutes though. They still
haven't eaten a bite of their food yet," I responded, trying to think of a
way to break the ice.

	A few minutes after the family had begun chowing on their
breakfast, my icebreaker arrived. The boy and I had continued to exchange
glances at each other for a while now but I was surprised when he took out
a tablet that I could easily identify as the same Android tab as I
had. This was my chance!

	"Be right back," I said to my parents as I hopped out of the booth
and made my way over to the boy's table. The boy saw me get up and followed
me with his eyes. Arriving at his table, I pointed at his tablet and said,
"Nice tablet man! Nexus 7, right? I've got the same one!"

	"Yeah sure is. Cool. I really like it," the boy said in a voice
that was deeper than mine. "My name's Martin," he introduced himself and
then extended his hand.

	Taking his firm hand and giving it a good shake, I said, "I'm
Nathan. You headed for Chicago?"

	"Sort of but actually we are bound for Los Angeles."

	"No kidding! So are we! You know that's a really long trip." My
parents motioned for me to come back over. "I tell you what, I've got to go
right now but if you want to hang out, I'm in the first Viewliner back,
compartment 6. I've got it all to myself so I'd really love it if I had
someone to hang out with," I said as I beamed him a grin and finally a
wink.

	"Sure. I'm sure I can work that out. I've been really bored so
far. Maybe you can show me some tricks on that tablet," Martin affirmed me.

	"I'd love to. See you later," I said as I walked off towards the
direction my parents had gone. They were headed back to their compartment
and I think they noticed the look that Martin's parents had been giving me
for disturbing their breakfast. I had no problems with this so I headed
back to my compartment as well and kicked back for a bit.

	About 30 minutes later and we were rolling swiftly along river with
gorgeous views of the river valley streaking past the window. I was
completely in a trance between the beauty outside the window and Bronski
Beat's "Smalltown Boy" playing in my earphones. Suddenly, that tranquil
trance was broken by a knock at the door. I stood up and opened and was
surprised to see Martin standing there, looking really darn cute. His black
hair was messy and hung cutely over his forehead and his gorgeous brown
eyes looked directly into mine as he flashed a cute grin right at me.

	"Ah! Looks like you found me. Come in! Come in and have a seat. You
are missing some seriously amazing scenery!" I said I pulled him swiftly
inside the small compartment.

	Grabbing the seat across from my seat, he looked out the window and
gasped. "Oh my goodness. I had no idea that I was missing this. I've been
completely buried in my tablet but that view is one of the most gorgeous
things I've seen," Martin said excitedly.

	We talked intermittently for a while, mostly admiring the views but
also admiring each other every now and then. "So how old are you, Martin?"
I finally asked him.

	"I'm 13," Martin admitted.

	"Wow dude! That's really cool. You look so much older than 13. I'm
14 but you wouldn't guess that would you?"

	"Nope. I didn't guess that at all. I thought you were 12 or
something like that. Sorry I guess," Martin said laughing.

	"Not a problem. Not a problem at all. In fact, I actually like
it. I'm quite behind the other kids my age but they all think I'm adorable,
I guess," I responded.

	"I can sure see why they think that." he said as he gave me a wink.

	"You know, you're not too bad yourself," I winked back.

	"So, Nathan, how do you know you are behind your friends?"

	"Well, my friends and I have messed around a bit. We've compared
cocks before and I was the smallest. You ever do that?" I asked. The
combination of curiosity, remembrance, and lack of attention made my cock
steadily tent my jeans. I could tell that Martin was having a similar
reaction to my question though it appeared as if his bulge was quite a bit
bigger than mine. I took no action to cover my growing bulge and Martin
took notice.

	"Not really but I've always wanted to," he said as he pulled his
hoodie over his head. I got up closed the curtain on the door then locked
it and sat back down, pulling my hoodie off as well.

	"You want to now?" I asked.

	"Yeah I do. Here, I'll go first" Martin replied as he unbuttoned
and then unzipped his pants. He lifted his shirt partially with one hand,
exposing a nice set of tanned abs. His other hand hooked his thick elastic
waistband on his briefs and he slowly pulled them down. A patch of short
black pubes appeared before my eyes. Then, as he pushed his pants and
briefs down further a large and hard cock popped out.

	"Wow man! Your cock is pretty darn big!" I marveled. "Got to be one
of the best cocks I've seen. Certainly bigger than mine."

	"Ha! Well thanks. I guess I'm pretty gifted I suppose," Martine
replied

	"I'll second that. You're uncut too! That's really hot. I'm cut,
sadly. You are so lucky! How long was your cock the last time you measured
it?"

	Martin replied by pulling back his longish foreskin, exposing his
moist pink head. "Yeah. I think I was about 5 and a half inches last I
checked. I love it. Okay Nathan. Let's see yours."

	"Alright," I said as I eagerly undid my pants button and unzipped
them. I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of the jeans and pulled them
to my knees, exposing my briefs.

	"Those are some hot breifs dude. I've never seen any with pink
stripes," Martin said as he oggled my crotch. My cock was making a very
clear bulge in the tight fabric.

	"I sure like them," I said as I then hooked my thumbs in the
waistband of the briefs and began slowly sliding them down my smooth
thighs. Unlike Martin, there were no pubes to forewarn the arrival of my
cock. The waistband passed over my stiffness and the little rod eagerly
jumped to attention once being free. Martin's eyes lit up instantly.

	"That's a really great cock you got there too, Nathan. I've never
seen a cock look so hard."

	"Yeah. I'm extremely horny. I haven't had a chance yet to take care
of my business, if you know what I mean," I said as I gave my cock a good
tug or two, bringing a drop of precum to the opening.

	"Oh trust me," Martin said, pumping his cock a few times as
well. His head, being covered and uncovered by his foreskin, was getting
more and more moist and redder. "I know exactly what you mean."

	"You know, we've got quite a bit of time. You wanna jack off? I
really do. My cock's been aching all morning," I inquired.

	"Absolutely! I thought you'd never ask," Martin said, taking off
his shirt. He began really working his cock. He just reclined back, pushed
down his pants further and going to town.

	I followed suit, taking off my shirt and tossing it to the floor of
the compartment. I took of my pants completely as well and tossed those
aside. Martin followed my lead by removing his remaining clothing too and
tossed it the floor. We sat opposed from each other. nude in the
compartment jacking our stiff cocks. It was so hot seeing Martin working
his sexy foreskin back and forth over his head. Every stroke brought more
precum to his moist cockhead and the precum began to run down the backside
of his cock. I too was leaking precum at a prolific rate from my ultra hard
organ.

	"You ever have someone jack you?" I asked, truly curious and
hopeful that the answer would be "no."

	"Nope." he replied suggestively.

	I jumped over to his side of the compartment and quickly squeezed
my small frame between him and the side of car and wrapped my hand around
his thick dick. "You have now!" I quipped and began jacking his dick. It
twitched strongly at my touch and Martin's eyes opened wide for a second
then clamped tight shut out of pleasure. His foreskin felt so different to
be moving all the extra skin but all Martin could do was lay his head back
in pleasure and moan softly. I too was experiencing immense sensation from
my own hand against my cock. I pumped Martin's cock swiftly with my left
and and my own with my right. Martin took notice of my workload and
surprised me by taking his hand and removing my hand from my cock.

	"I'll take it from here," he said, wrapping his hand around my
little cock and began jacking me off now. "It sure is weird without the
skin to work with."

	"Oh trust me, you're doing fine. That feels amazing," I responded.

	"I know, right! Whatever you do, don't stop."

	Since Martin had taken control of my cock, it freed up one of my
hands to further pleasure my hot new mate. I took the liberated hand and
gave one of his nipples a good pinch followed by a slow rub. His nipples
responded by erecting themselves and I felt Martin shudder and his cock
twitched again.

	"MMMmmmm-" he moaned and airily said "Oh please keep going!"

	I continued to torment him with pleasure, eventually cupping my
free hand around his nicely sized balls and toying with them. Martin was
doing a fantastic job with my cock and I could feel that I was close to
losing it. My cock was various shades of red and precum dribble down
Martin's hand.

	"I'm getting really close dude. I'm gonna cum and minute now. How
are you doing?" I panted.

	"I'm so close too. Unng. I'm gonna cum really soon. Like REALLY
soon. MMMmm. Yes!" Martin strained, clearly overcome by the sensations
coming from his cock. His tight body was tense and his well-defined abs
were stiff.

	Martin's hand pushed me ever closer to the edge, then finally over.
In one monumental release I grunted repressed moans and my body spasmed. My
orgasm rolled on in incredible waves of sensation that made my head spin.
My spasms caused my hand to jerk sporadically on Martin's turgid cock,
pulling his foreskin forceful up and down his shaft. This pushed Martin
over the event horizon as well.

	"MMMmm Oh! Hnng Umph! Here I cum!" Martin grunted forcefully.
Regaining enough conscious to realize what was happening, I pulled his
foreskin all the way back out of the way and was just in time to see three
very nicely-sized cum jets explode out of his cock. Two of the large blasts
landed on his taught stomach while one splattered on my smooth chest.
Martin's stiff body relaxed finally in one large collapse. He was done and
so was I.

	We both sat there together in our post-orgasmic high and enjoyed
the rocking motion of the train as well as each other's presence. I took my
fingers and scooped up some of the cum that landed on my chest. I brought
it to my face and sucked the white goo into my mouth, savoring Martin's
unique taste.

	"So, how do I taste," Martin smirked.

	"Rather good, actually. One of the best I've tasted," I replied.
"Hey, you think you might want to spend the night in my compartment. I've
got an extra bunk if you'd like to."

	"Oh man, that'd be super! I wouldn't have to share a room with my
parents and could have my own bed. Plus you're super fun to hang with,"
Martin exclaimed.

	"Thanks. I'd be more than happy to let you get away from your
parents, though what do you say to sharing a bed anyway. That'd be really
fun," I said provokingly.

	"I think I could deal with that," Martin said as he winked and
stretched his arm around me. We sat that way for a while, happy and
content. The trees rolled by outside our window and time seemed to slow to
a mellow and happy pace.

---To be continued---

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