Date: Sat, 20 Nov 2010 22:12:52 +0000 (GMT)
From: Localboy
Subject: Boy on a Train Part 2 (gay adult/youth)

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.

Apologies for the delay in writing part two. I'm working full time so
don't have much time. Many thanks for the emails. I was blown away by
the response. It was your responses that inspired me to continue with
this story. I hope it's o.k.

			   Boy On A Train Part 2

Another half an hour or so passed, and glancing over to James' parents
table, they both seemed to be flat out. I turned my head towards James
and saw that he was starting to nod off. Noticing how cramped (although
enjoyable!) it was on the seat with the two of us and his rucksack, I
offered to move it, "so you can get more comfortable if you want to
sleep". "O.K." he said and I stood up and leaned over him to pick up
the backpack. As I was doing this I glanced down and had a perfect view
inside his vest and the beautiful smooth chest within. I was trying to
lift it up when James tried to help by moving away from the pack, but
all he did was lean against me, his head almost level with my
camouflage covered crotch! "Oh God" I thought, "take it easy Steve,
calm down!". I concentrated on the job at hand and moved his rucksack
to the overhead storage rack.

James thanked me and flashed another of his stunning smiles. Have you
ever seen a photo of a boy with beautiful light blue eyes, flawless
skin and sparkling teeth and thought "wow!"? Well, that's what I was
thinking then. It was as if time had stood still and I was staring into
the face of an angel. "Earth to dufuss" James said. "Sorry, what?" I
said, suddenly realizing that I was staring too long again. James
laughed and put his hand on my leg about half way between my knee and
crotch and pushed me gently, laughing. God this kid is tactile, I
thought.

When I sat back down I expected James to move over towards the window
so he could have more room but instead he pulled his feet up onto the
seat and turned his body slightly so he almost had his back to me. He
turned his head and looked up at me smiling. "Hope you don't mind, but
I don't have a pillow!" With that he leaned against my side and sort of
snuggled in. "Cheeky little devil!" I said laughing, obviously not
wanting him to change his mind. Within 10 minutes James had closed his
eyes and looked like he had fallen asleep, his beautiful mouth slightly
open, inviting..

My mind was racing. I still couldn't quite believe that I had a
beautiful boy lying against me. A boy I had only just met. As I looked
over I scanned his body. Absolute perfection! I couldn't get my head
around the fact he was nearly 14 when he looked 3 or 4 years younger.

As I was looking at him, his chest rising and lowering ever so gently,
he moved his right hand and it landed just below his belly button. He
started lightly moving his hand around and slowly his vest rose,
revealing a lovely little `innie' belly button, surrounded by beautiful
smooth skin. I started to feel a bit nervous about the whole situation
and I looked around the carriage, but everyone seemed to be fast
asleep, including his parents and the two little girls opposite.

My body had obviously started to react to the closeness of this
beautiful creature, and I could feel my cock becoming hard at a rapid
rate. Within a minute, I was at full mast, my 6 inches throbbing in my
combat trousers. I quickly adjusted myself so it was pointing straight
up and I pulled the bottom of my jacket down to hide it. After a few
more minutes, James' hand started to move further down his belly and
over the top of his shorts waistband. He stopped when his hand was
right on top of what I presumed was his sweet little package.

My mouth was beginning to get dry and I could tell I was shaking. It
was like I was in some sort of surreal dream. Things like this don't
happen to people like me. I usually just have to rely on my
imagination. I was wondering what would happen next when James suddenly
started to rouse. But instead of waking up, he just moved his body so
his head was against the train window. He tried to stretch out his
legs, but obviously there wasn't enough room, so he lifted them
slightly and his feet came up and slid over my lap. He then settled
down and within a minute was clearly fast asleep again.

Oh my god. There I was, sitting on a train with an aching dick
stretching my combats, and added to that the bare feet of the most
beautiful boy I had ever seen were resting on my throbbing boner.

My dick twitched and I swear it made his feet rise. I panicked,
thinking he would feel that and wake up, but he was out of it. My arms
were down by my sides so I lifted my right arm (which was under his
knee) and placed it on the table in front of me. I looked down at his
feet. They weren't tiny, but still quite small for his age. Perfectly
formed, tanned like the rest of him and with toenails that were clean
and manicured. God this boy looks after himself (or some lucky person
does it for him!). Before I knew what I was doing I had gently placed
my right hand on his ankle. He didn't stir, so I became braver and
moved my hand ever so lightly over his foot and ankle. His skin was
warm and as smooth as silk. Checking that everyone else was still
asleep, I slowly moved my hand up past his ankle and over his lower
shin. Skin like silk, devoid of any hair. My hand went higher and
rested on his knee. I hesitated, thinking that I had gone too far.

I looked over to his face. Long eyelashes covering his bright blue
eyes. His mouth moist, slightly open, inviting. My dick twitched again
and I slowly moved my hand inch by inch up past his knee, over his
thigh. His legs were still bent slightly so his loose shorts had risen
up and were scrunched together at the top of his legs (hiding the
treasure beneath). I began to slowly stroke his thigh up and down,
getting a little bit higher each time. Soon my fingers were at the top
of his exposed thigh and were touching the material of his shorts. I
wished that his shorts weren't all bunched up so I could continue my
exploring. As if he had read my mind, he opened his legs a little. The
material stayed were it was, leaving an inviting little gap. My hand
gently moved up and  my fingers tentatively found their way inside his
shorts. His skin seemed even smoother, if that were possible and the
heat radiated against my hand. By this time, my heart was beating so
loud and I felt like I was going to `come' inside my combats. I moved
my index finger around and soon came into contact with......

End of part 2.