Date: Wed, 10 Nov 2010 23:17:00 +0000 (GMT)
From: Localboy
Subject: Boy on a Train

Usual disclaimer:
This is just a story and did not happen. It is actually based on a
dream i had recently. If you cannot distinguish between fantasy and
reality, or you are breaking some law in your own country, then do not
read on.

For everone else, I hope you enjoy my first attempt at a story.
Comments welcome, but flames will be deleted.

			      Boy On A Train

I sat there in the train station, and looked at the message board. Next
train in 7 minutes. Not mine though. I was awaiting the 'Night Train'.
This was usually the last train of the evening, and the one I preferred
as I could catch a few hours sleep and wake refreshed at my
destination.

Let me tell you a little more about myself. My name's Steve and I am
soldier. I'm 27, 5'11" and slim built. I'm not drop dead gorgeous, but
I.m not ugly either, just 'average'. I'm just about to start 2 weeks
'leave' and am really looking forward to the change of scenery, and the
chance to indulge in my favourite pastime, 'Boy-Watching'. Yes I'm gay,
but no one in the army knows it and I'd prefer it to stay that way.
It's not that I think it would be too much of a problem in this day and
age, but my preferences are, let's just say, males who are not as old
as me.

Anyway, here I was, sat on the cold metal bench surrounded by my army
bags. As this was the 'eighties' it was safe for me to wear my military
uniform in public, and to be honest I hadn't wasted anytime in getting
away from the Barracks, opting to stay in my uniform of camoflage
trousers and jacket.

A train started to pull into the station. I knew it wasn't mine so I
didn't move. Various people got off and a couple got on. No boys -
boring. I checked up at the board again - my night train was due in 5
minutes, great.

The train started to pull up to the staion. There were around 6
carriages so i didn't think I'd have any trouble getting a seat despite
not haing made a reservation (I'd also forgot that it was the end of
the summer break and there was likely to be a lot of families returning
home after their holidays).

The train stopped and i picked up my bags. A few people got off the
train then I climbed the steps to the carriage and got onboard. A quick
glance at the luggage rack showed that there were a lot of people on
board. I looked down the carriage and tried to find an empty seat. I
couldn't see any until I spotted a set of 4 seats at the end of the
carriage. The train had already started moving again so i mad my way
down the carriage. When i got to the empty seats I realised that they
were not actually empty. The seats were arranged in blocks of 4 (2seats
facing each ohter with a table in the middle).  One of the sets of
seats had 2 girls around 10/11yrs old, fast asllep with their heads
next to each other. On the other side of the table sat a boy who looked
about 11 or so. The boy was sat by himself, staring out hte window,
with a rucksack on the seat next to him.

I asked the boy if the seat was taken. No response. I asked again,
"excuse me, do you mind if i sit here?". Still no response. I thought
this a little rude and I was about to ask a third time when A womans
voice came from behind me. "Sorry love, you'll get no response from my
son when he's got those damm earphones in. Just give him a shake". I
looked around to see who had spoken to me and I saw a man (who was
asleep) and a woman sat on the other side of the carriage. They
occupied 2 seats and thother side of the table was crammed with bags
and small suitcases. "Thanks, I could have been stood here all night!"
I smiled and turned back to the boy.

I leaned over and placed my hand on the boys shoulder and gave him a
gentle shake. Startled, the boy turned around and immediatley took the
earphones out of his ears. "Sorry sir, I didn't see you there". Ah,
what a sweet high pitched voice he had. And those eyes. Big light blue
eyes that mad me stare longer than I should. "James, the man needs a
seat. Move your bag" came the voice from (I presumed) his mother.

"Uh, sorry sir" the boy said and tried to make room for me. "Don't
worry mate, I'm sure we can make room" I said. At this the boy blushed
a deep red and smiled. Not sure why me saying that got that kind of
response, I thought. Anyway, I managed to get my own bags on the
overhead rack. James lifted the rucksack and placed it between the
window and himself. This wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but I
wasn't going to complain. I turned to the mother and said "There we go,
sorted". She smiled back then went back to the magazine she was
reading.

As I sat down I realised that there wasn't much room due to rucksack
and my right leg was pressed up against James's thigh. It was only then
that I noticed what he was wearing. Thin, loose shorts that stopped
just above the knee. No socks or shoes on (I think they had already
been discarded under the table). He also wore an oversize vest, a bit
like the ones basket ball players wear, revealing plenty of chest and
underarm. His skin was tanned, probably due to many a day at the beach.
Not sure if I was going to get much sleep tonight!

James looked up at me again and smiled, clearly unfazed by my physical
contact. In fact I was sure he actually leaned into me a little, but
that might have just been my imagination! I put my hand out towards him
and introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Steve, and you must be James". He
giggled at this and replied "Course I am dufuss, you already know
that!". He took my hand and shook it, staring at me the whole time,
with that same beautiful smile. He kept hold of my hand longer than
usual and just stared. "Earth to James, you can let go now" I said. A
second later he let go and blushed again.

"Bet your sisters aren't always that quiet" I said looking over at the
sleeping angels. "Nah" he replied, "but they're o.k. really". "Are you
a real soldier Steve?". "Howd you guess?" I said grinning. James
blushed again and gently pushed my leg with his hand. "Dufuss" he said
and laughed a lovely sweet laugh. I chanced my luck and placed my hand
on his thigh and gently pushed him back. I left my hand there for a few
extra moments, enjoying the feel of his warm, smooth thigh. James just
laughed again, and didn't seem phazed by my touch. This intruiged me,
and I had to find out more.

We got talking and he told me he had just turned 13 & a half (He didn't
look a day over 10 or 11 max). As we were chatting James's mum got out
of her seat (over her snoring husband!) and came over. "James love, I'm
just popping to the loo, then I'm going to try and get some sleep o.k.?
You try and do the same, it's a long journey". "o.k. mum" James said
and giggled when his mum had gone down the other end of the carriage
wher the toilets were. "What's so funny mate?" I asked. "Might try and
get some sleep? She'll be out of it in 10 minutes after she takes her
tablets!". I just smiled quizically.

James's mum returned and sat down again, picking up her magazine. I
glanced over and had to do a double take, as I relaised the name of the
magazine. H & E. My god, she's reading a naturist magazine! I turned
back to James who was looking over at his mum then back at me. "What's
wrong, have you never seen a naturist magazine before?" he asked
smiling. "Yeah, of course mate, just didn't expect it". James looked at
me quizically. "Well, we are all naturists you know" he said matter of
factly. "Oh, that's nice" I said, not knowing what else to say. James
went on to tell me that they were retunring home after spending the
summer at a local naturist camp. They'd been going all his life so it
all seemed so natural to him. He said that it's only times like this
that he has to wear clothes! (except at school and stuff).

"Have you ever been to a naturist camp before Steve?" he asked. "No" I
replied with a smile. "Don't think I could control it, you know" I said
pointing down at my crotch. Oh my god, what had I just said. I had felt
so comfortable taking to him that I almost forgot he was still just a
kid! Fearing the worst, i looked over at James with a nervous grin. "I
know what you mean" James said matter of factly, I can't seem to be
able to control mine these days". Shit, I thought, this is going to get
interesting..

End of part One.