Date: Tue, 05 Feb 2019 18:17:46 +0000
From: smudgesmiff <smudgesmiff@protonmail.com>
Subject: All Aboard The Train: Part One

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ALL ABOARD THE TRAIN Part one

The law in Europe is somewhat ridiculous when it comes to child safety. It
seems that you should not leave a child unsupervised in the safety of your
own home so you have to employ a baby sitter / childminder. Yet, a fourteen
year old boy can go mountain walking by himself for days on end in another
country and nobody bats an eyelid.

My father had finished his service in the British Army when I was ten.
Until then I had attended a forces education school. Subsequently, I had to
leave at my school. As I was going to live in Germany I was absorbed into
the German education system. Being a child the language became second
nature. I did not only speak it, but sounded and looked just like a native
German boy.

So, here I was, stood on the train platform. I will not go into too many
names of places as it will be meaningless to a lot of readers here, but
most people know where the Alps are. So, to keep it simple I was traveling
from Osnabrück (Germany) to Salzburg (Austria) to go hiking for a
couple of days. It was my hope to meet up with some likeminded kids but no
guarantee. Unlike the uk, continental European children seem to be more
interactive and adventurous.

My parents had come to see me off. Mother was not sure that her precious
Tomas should be wearing his walking gear in but I had to travel light and
had no room for jeans and the likes in my boy size rucksack so, I wore my
remove short, gray corduroy hiking shorts, khaki lightweight patch pocket
short sleeve shirt and gray socks turned down over the top of my brown zip
up, lightweight walking boots. My blond hair, long on top and very short
around the back and sides, blue eyes and light made me look like your
regular German teenager. My dad kept asking if I would be able to manage my
rucksack with my slim 110lb, 5'5 "frame I would have only been average for
my age but I was in good shape Mother got all tearful as the train pulled
into the platform.

I found a good seat near a window and stowed my rucksack above in the net
luggage. The train was not that busy, we were just coming out of spring
into summer. Not long after leaving the station the guard came along
checking tickets. I gave him my 'very economy' ticket which he looked at
long and thoughtful. He said I was in for a long journey as my ticket was
for the longest, slowest route as opposed to the most desirable shortest,
fastest route. "I had time on my side" I said to him and he smiled handing
it back.

A short time later the adjoining carriage door slid open behind my seat.
Two boys in similar attire to myself entered. They seemed to be around my
own age and build. Their shorts and shirts were all khaki. I do not know
why but they continued past I could not help but read in isolation and look
at their shorts clad bodies.

Although the trains seats were comfy the constant swaying of the train
caused the legs of my shorts to ride up into my groin so, occasionally I
had to adjust them. I was just doing so when the boys came back. I would
learn later that they had been looking for company. We have returned
friendly smiles as they approached me. Then we said hello and started up a
conversation. They sat down and we chatted noisily as boys do. Erick was
blonde and blue eyed like myself, Karl-Heinz had light brown hair with
striking hazel eyes. We were all fourteen, give or take the odd month or
week and really hit it off. They even suffered with the shorts problem.

I had noticed that they had not got any luggage with them or rucksacks at
least. They had the same tickets as myself but their parents had insisted
that they had a cabin for the long overnight trip which, by car would have
been around 970 miles. There were going to be many stops with the train and
it would take an age to get to Salzburg. There was one stop over of two
hours to wait for connecting passengers.

I was really pleased that they asked me to share their cabin. Even more so
when they did not want me to contribute to the cost.

The cabin was very basic. It had a small bathroom with shower cubicle in
the corner, wash basin and toilet, a double and a single drop down bed that
doubled as bench type seats and carpet on the floor. A drop leaf table
would separate the beds when set up, the big window offered fantastic views
as we trundled along.

We had got our boots off along with our socks, had bought some sandwiches
and cans of coke from the buffet car for later. Karl-Heinz or Karl as he
preferred was on the window side, Erick was sat to my left so I was piggy
in the middle. The depth of the double bed allowed us to slouch back
instead of upright and we could put the pillows behind us for even more
comfort. Karl was looking through a pocket size book. I had my map on my
lap showing Erick my intended walking route.

I asked Karl what the book was. Erick said Karl was fascinated by shorts.
Karl showed me a black and white picture of rows of bare chested young boys
wearing just white shorts, stood at attention being inspected by a German
army officer. "You see that officer" he said. "That is Himmler!  One of the
worst Nazis, he had an appetite for young boys." Not gay as we know it, but
a perverted homosexual. It is said he had the boys shave their under arm
and pubic hair off to maintain their youthfulness. "Karl turned from page
to page of boys in shorts and various stages of undress. At the same time I
could feel the warmth of both boys' bare thighs against my own.

Fortunately I had my map spread over my thighs or my erection would have
been obvious. The pictures had certainly had an effect on me. When I have
my shorts or underwear on I stand for ages posing in my bedroom mirror
before abusing myself. Now the pictures and talk of boys shaving their
pubes off has got me all fired up.

I think Erick was the first to pick up my weakness. Each time I traced a
route on my map with my finger he would go over it with his finger with
"and you are going to stay in this area" pressing down and making
repetitive little circles right on my hard cock. He leant into me brushing
his bare arm on mine. Then Karl grasped my other bare arm sort of leaning
over to see so his face was almost in my lap.

Before I knew it, the map was slipped off my lap and I was encouraged to
lie back against the pillows. Karl's hand was rubbing my bare thigh and
Erick brushed the fine hairs on my arm. I could hear my own deep breathing
and watched my chest rise and fall. Karl commented on how German I looked
in comparison to the usual pasty faced English boys he knew. When he leant
over he gave me several small kisses on my lips. I found it hard to cope
when they started rubbing both my thighs teasing them apart.

I found myself sitting up and alternating between two boys' mouths. Karl
had undone my shirt down the front and fingers gently pinched and rubbed my
nipples. I gave in to them and let them remove my shirt. I almost came in
my underpants when Karl said he would like to shave my armpit hair off.
Erick commented on the rippled creases across my flat stomach as he traced
them with his finger tips. His moist mouth and tongue then went to work on
my nipples and midriff.

I was putty in their hands. Then my brain went into overdrive. They both
stood up in front of me kissing like boy and girl as they unbuttoned and
removed each other's shirts. I had seen twinks doing it on the internet but
seeing two fourteen year old boys right there in front of me was so
surreal.

Their slim bodies pressed together from chests to knees while their tongues
fighting their own public battle looked so hot. I made them both groan
loudly when I began caressing the backs of their bare thighs. I glimpsed
them as they broke off their kiss momentarily and look down at me with
grins of approval before resuming noisily. I alternated each boys thighs
occasionally pushing my fingers up inside the legs of the shorts which made
them grind even harder into each other.

I eased myself back on my elbows and just looked at the two of them. My own
six inch cock begging for release from my shorts. It was like looking at
two of me with very slim waists, slender arms, almost girly thighs. Their
nipples looked just as suckable as my own and they were very good looking.
Even more of a turn on were the waistbands of their underwear. The broad
white elastic strips contrasted sexily, snapped tight against each slim,
tanned body.

I was pulled to my feet just as quickly as Karl sat down on the edge of the
bed. I faced Erick, my crotch level with his face. Karl reached around my
chest and played with my nipples while he kissed and licked my neck and
ears. He certainly knew how to use his tongue.

The fronts of my own thighs were now given the treatment by Erick. I willed
him not to venture inside the short hems of my shorts. He did. Both small
hands ventured right up inside, took the waistband of my white briefs and
drew them down to my crotch. My cock was on the way to being liberated /
exploding or both. Karl had moved down to squeeze my two boy mounds. They
must have tired of me saying "oh fuck! Oh fuck!" so many times I could hear
them sniggering at my torment.

The torment stopped briefly. I stood and watched as Erick took off his
shorts and white briefs. I knew Karl had done the same as both lots landed
together on the bed. It was only that Erick had no pubes that I noticed he
had not underarm hair either. Fuck he had a nice thick cock a good six
inches and not fully erect, I thought my cock was thick! I could feel
Karl's hardness poking at my bum even through my shorts. Erick looked up at
me, he smiled at devious smile, unfastened my shorts and drew them down
with my own white briefs. My rigid cock was in line with his own face, I
leaned forward and kissed the weeping tip.

I would wake up in a minute from the most amazing wet dream. Was I really
standing up, on a train, with my hands on the heads of one boy kneeling in
front of me and one behind me. My cock down the throat of one, the other
gripping my thighs so tight it hurt while he tried to get his tongue up
inside my boy hole. That was it! It was over! Erick started licking right
under my balls. His wet tongue washed all the way up and over them,
straight up the underside of my cock. He pulled my foreskin right back,
licked all around the tender glans, gripped behind the glans with just his
lips and sucked with all his might. He had used my cock like a straw to
suck my pent up cum out of my trembling body.

I just had the energy to break free from them and collapsed on my back on
the bed. Strangely, I did not find it gross when Erick crawled up beside
me, smiled salaciously, then covered my mouth with his and fed me my own
warm cum. My balls throbbed when he stuck his tongue in my mouth to coat
the inside. Karl, still kneeling, knee walked to the bed, he too was bald,
no pubes, no body hair at all. I would find out that he used depilatory
cream all over. He started to tongue bathe my cock and balls. It was not a
dream.

The combination of exhaustion and the motion of the train had sent us into
a deep sleep. It was 8pm, four hours into our journey. It must have been
the slowing down and rocking of the train that woke us as it drew into the
platform. Fortunately our carriage was on the non-platform side. Now that
would have been a sight, three naked fourteen year old boys fast asleep on
a bed together.

It had just turned dusk. The station we were pulling into was the two hour
stop over one. Karl was nearest to the window and lowered the blind leaving
us in the dim night lights of the carriage.

The three of us, still naked and with very erect boy cocks on display lay
together, our warm bodies touching side by side. I felt so liberated. We
talked and giggled at our stupid remarks. They told me about their sexual
activity. How they enjoyed boy on boy sex especially the first time they
had fucked and how good it had been. They were very close friends but not
lovers.

It is amazing what you will say when the testosterone is screaming. The
secrets you will give up. They had turned on their sides facing into me,
pulled my arms down between us and trapped them. My naked body was at their
mercy, torturing me with their fingers as they tugged and tweaked my
nipples. They each began tongue bathing them. Karl massaged my balls while
Erick picked away at my piss slit, I am certain he was trying to push his
finger tip inside it. Each time they asked me a question they intensified
the torture. I was relieved when I gave up to them that I was bi sexual, or
at least that is what I thought. I listened to their words of experience.
Even at the tender ages of fourteen they said they new a gay boy when they
saw one. "That's what we thought" Karl said, it's just initial self denial,
"guilt" He was right. When they asked about my experience with other boys
they positively radiated and spoke intently. I had revealed that I was a
virgin and that this was my first encounter.

We decided to shower, dress and venture out to the platform to try and find
an 'imbiss' (a snack stall that serves such delicacies as: bratwurst /
currywurst with chips) imbiss food is inexpensive and really tasty. Three
naked, teenage boys in a small shower was something else. Soapy hands were
everywhere. Kissing with warm water cascading down over your body and two
soapy boys is something else especially with someone sucking your nipple
and another with a soapy finger up your bum. That was one steamy shower.

Now, it had been Erick's idea. The first part of his wicked side I was to
see. Being much the same size we decided on wearing each other's shorts
without underwear. Boots with laces removed and no socks. Karl's shorts
looked rather snug on me. We wore our shirts tucked in, open to the
waist. To top it off we turned the legs of our shorts up so our bum cheeks
were almost totally visible. I don't how I must have looked but they were
hot, fuckin hot! The theory in this was that, purvey old men hung around
stations at night; fact! I had no idea about this and the boys wanted to
show me.

The night air was cool but not cold. I could certainly feel it on my bare
legs and exposed thighs. God, I felt so liberated and in such company. They
started talking very loudly to draw attention to us. Talk about announce
your arrival. Dressed as I was and with my loose boots clomping along the
platform I felt almost naked. If someone told us to take off three items of
clothing we would be totally naked!

We found an imbiss, a mobile one which meant the prices would be even
cheaper. The sausages smelt divine. When the curry ketchup gave off its
aroma it was heaven.

We sat on a bench seat. Three in a row. We exchanged what or rather who we
had each sighted showing an interest in us. Suddenly the imbiss had a few
more customers especially at the tables nearest to us. I had sat between
Karl and Erick. Karl said "listen." We did and he spoke.  Somehow? Our
shirt tails parted with our shorts revealing our naked lower backs and a
good amount of bum crack. We just carried on eating as if nothing was
amiss.

Karl asked me if I had ever had a blowjob. Of course, I'd already told them
I had no sexual experience except by my own hand. The nearest I had got was
with them on the train. Then, he said that he could get three bottles of
Coke and a six pack of beers for free, that if he did we had to do as he
said. He handed over his money so he could not cheat.

He finished his food, stood up straddled the bench and hoisted his shorts
up. I thought his balls would pop out. After about a minute he made his way
slowly towards the toilets. Erick nudged me and said "watch." I did not
have to look very hard. Two men around fifty years old sitting at another
table stood up, they went in different directions taking a wide berth both
in the direction of the toilets.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. When I looked up another man who was sat with
the others asked if we were going to leave our friend by himself. We did
not answer but looked at each other. It took us about a minute to get to
the toilets. The other man followed us in. Other than Karl and the two men
there was now only us and the other man. Without a word we entered the
spacious disabled cubicle with its floor to ceiling walls. It was
spotlessly clean. I had a feeling of foreboding. Boy rape! Came to mind.
The men took one of us each. I can only describe what happened next from my
own experience. I do not even remember what he looked like.

One thing for certain was that all bets were off!

I was backed up to the wall, I remember the coolness of the tiles against
my back. He encircled my wrists with his hands and ran them up and down my
bare arms. I'd never been kissed by a man before but he was gentle. Even
when he pushed his tongue past my lips there was no aggression. My head was
swirling, I was so lightheaded hat my legs almost gave way. "First time?"
He whispered in my ear. Whether urrrrgh! Meant yes I do not know but he
said "nice."

I could hear the other four muffled kissing noises and boyish squeals. My
man unfastened the last of my shirt buttons and pushed it off down my
back. His hands were all over me. I almost cried because it felt so good.
My young body had never had such attention from an adult person. He was
really understanding. He had put his hand on the front of my shorts and
must have realized I had no underwear on. He whispered the fact in my ear
calling me to naughty boy. Then he commented on how erotic my lace less
boots and no socks looked. He ran his noticeably soft hands down my bare
sides and kissed both my nipples. Without looking at me but looking down he
said "can I take your shorts off?" I did not speak but slowly thrust my
hips foreword and drew in my already narrow little waist.

I just said "ooooooooooh" when he pushed my shorts down.He gasped, turned
me to face the wall, He knelt behind me, took hold of my hips sliding his
hands all the way down my now naked body then took my shorts off. Taking
hold of my hips he said to spread my legs. He grasped each of my small bum
cheeks and then I felt his tongue licking them all over. My cock was so
hard it was touching the wall which was not helping me one bit. I
automatically arched forward pushing my bum back and up, he then pulled my
bum cheeks apart. My boy hole then had the second tongue bath of its
fourteen year old life and the second in just one day.

Having the tongue of a fellow fourteen year old boy up your bum is one
thing but a big man size one is something else. I found myself pushing my
bum into his mouth. I could only suffer a minute of him cupping my balls up
between my spread legs. I said I was about to cum and to please give me a
rest. I stopped and just gently massaged my bum before turning me around.
The boys and their kneeling men were side on to me. They were as naked as
me and thrusting their cocks into the men's mouths. All our eyes met and I
felt my mouth swallow my cock and somehow my balls. I had no need to
thrust, I grabbed the mans head and held it tight while my cock exploded. I
do not know if it had been my fault but Karl and Erick followed within
seconds.

The men kissed us, told us how fucking sexy we were and left us, all
drained and naked with big shit ass grins on our faces. We dressed again
just as we had before, bum cheeks on view, shirts open. Erick said "hey
look" He held out a € 20 note in his hand. Karl also produced
one from his shorts pocket. They looked at me as if to say "well" I put my
hand in my pocket € 50! Those men were organized and somehow
managed to put the money in our shorts when they had undressed us. Three
free Cokes and a six pack, yeh and the rest.

As we walked past the imbiss on our way back to the train we noticed that
we were getting some knowing looks. It was like they were waiting for us to
perform a curtain call after our performance. There had been no sign of our
benefactors.

We arrived back at our carriage and stripped off like it was the normal
thing to do. They looked at me then down at my crotch and again back at
each other. The train rocked, almost toppling us then began moving. We
needed to get someone to buy some beers from the buffet car. The train had
been warm so just in our shorts we made our way along the trains corridor
following the buffet car signs, the carpet made it easier on our bare feet

The sensation felt amazing and strange as my shorts rubbed against my now
newly shaven pubis. The boys had also managed not to cut my underarms with
the razor, I know I did grimace each time they dragged it up and down my
hard cock. We had even more in common now.

We got to the buffet car which had not been busy, just one or two
customers. A young guy was serving and must have been over eighteen to be
serving alcohol. I would have given him no more than sixteen. Now, tell me
I'm not gay. Every boy I see now I have to access. The train had taken on a
new guard who was stood nearby. He was short and pudgy around sixty with a
big mustache which belied his bald head. Karl leant across the narrow bar
to ask for the beers. As is quite regular the guard turned to blind eye
when the barman put six beers in a plain bag and gave them to Karl in
exchange for ten euro's.

We were just getting to our cabin door when a voice said "excuse me boys"
"oh no" we said to ourselves. It Looks like we have been busted with the
beers. The new train guard was on our heels. He asked for our tickets. We
entered the cabin where Erick gave him his and Karl's, I gave him mine. We
watched nervously as he shuffled them and checked each carefully. He then
said he was sorry but one of us was traveling on a wrong ticket. He then
pointed out that two of the tickets had a little picture of a bed in the
corner and one did not. My ticket!

When he told me to get my things together and that I had to leave the cabin
I just wanted to burst into tears. Everything was going so well, I felt so
good even if I had only come out to myself and my two best friends in the
whole world. Now this jobsworth guard had (excuse the pun) derailed
everything. The boys said not to worry and would meet up later; once I had
found a seat.

I was still bare foot though I had slipped my shirt on and stuffed my boots
in my rucksack. I now followed the guard down the train. We had not gone
far when he took a key and opened the door to the guards van. It swung back
with the momentum of the train. He then indicated for me to enter and
followed in behind me then shut and locked the door.

I put my things down then he said he thought I would be safer if I stayed
in his van. I had tottered over to the corner of the van as I balanced
against the rocking of the train. The floor felt rough under my bare
feet. I moved to get my boots from my rucksack when he said to stay where I
was. I steadied myself by resting my arms up on the grab rail which ran
around the entire van wall.

I could see his eyes looking at my body. I then realized that with my arms
up on the rail my shirt was draping open and he was looking at my bare
front. I just stood in silence. My body swayed side to side, back and forth
in time with the train. He had sat on a high adjustable stool which was
bolted to the floor.

Then he told me that it was possible for me to go back to my friends and
finish the journey in their cabin if he could suck my dick. I remember
thinking and wondering why men are always wanting to suck boys dicks. I was
thinking about his proposal when he added that there was also a problem
with the young barman selling beer to underage boys and who could lose his
job. I was in a corner alright. Anyway, it was another day having gone
midnight.

I moved towards where he sat and took off my shirt as directed. Above me
were two rails with some hanging leather loops for people to grab hold of
to steady themselves like they have on busses. I was told to put my hands
through them, my feet stayed flat on the floor but my arms were spread
apart above my head. Firstly he began pinching my nipples until they were
stiff. Then started talking dirty to me which I will not repeat because, I
do not consider myself to be any of the things he called me apart from
being 'a very sexy boy.'

He looked me I the eyes then slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts
taking them down with him when he knelt down. Once they were off and I was
totally naked he went to work on my balls first, kissed and licked my
hairless pubis, then reached around to pull me forward by my bum cheeks and
swallowed my cock. The momentum of the train simply swung my stretched out
body around as did my cock in his mouth. I was not overly keen when he
started probing my bum hole with his fingers then I thought about the young
boys job.

Empty and getting limp, my cock flopped out of his mouth. On getting up he
took every opportunity to run his hands over my suspended naked body. I
just hung there while the pervert made the most of looking at me. It was my
own decision to unhook myself and dress. He said he did not mean to call me
all those names (yeh like fuck!).

Karl and Erick were beside themselves when they opened the cabin
door. Watching them laying on the bed with beers in one hand and cocks in
their other ones wanking, was priceless as I described how I was hanging
naked in his van while he sucked me off. They splattered each other with
volleys of fresh cum. When I told them I had denied being the things he had
called me Karl said "truth always hurts ........ Slut!" We laughed and
finished the beers. We had fallen asleep just as we had woken up, all
tangled up and stiff, in more ways than one?

 It was early morning when we arrived in Salzburg; having showered and
eaten the sandwiches we had not eaten yesterday we were desperate for a hot
coffee. Something else European boys like.

As we were getting showered and dressed it was decided that we should all
stick together. Safety in numbers and 'sex in numbers' was the clincher for
me. We grabbed some coffees and took a tram out to the countryside and
fresh air. We were always very aware of the eyes on our desirable bodies
and tiny shorts that we wore with the legs turned down .......... for now!

Thank you for all the great feedback and some strange ideas on my last
story?

There are two more parts to this story. Two days for the holiday and the
return journey home.

Yet to be written.

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