Date: Tue, 26 Sep 2006 14:34:10 -0700 (PDT) From: rimpigfl Subject: HAPPENING ON A TRAIN DISCLAIMER: This is NOT a true story. This is not how I came out. I only wish that it was. Copyright (c) 2006 by RimPig. All rights reserved. Permission is granted to Nifty Archives, to archive and display this work. All other uses are expressly forbidden unless explicit arrangement has been made with the author. This copyright applies to all chapters and pages of this work. It may not be reproduced, posted, stored electronically, or archived, except for personal, non-public use, without the express written permission of the author. HAPPENING ON A TRAIN by RimPig 2007 DAY ONE, NIGHT ONE Though it has been more than forty years, I remember it like it happened yesterday. I was fourteen at the time, an only child, and I was being sent for the summer to my Aunt's house in Denver. My parents were going to be in Germany where my father was going to work for six months for the engineering company he was employed by. He'd already been gone for three months while my mother had waited here in the States until my school let out for the summer. Why I didn't go with them, I'm not exactly sure. I know I was given some kind of explanation at the time but it didn't make any sense to me. I got the feeling that either they didn't want me with them, wanting to spend the time alone or it was too expensive. Either way, I was headed from where we lived in Boston to Denver on a train. It was a trip that would take three days and two nights. I guess it was too expensive for me to fly. I know I remember asking my mother why I wasn't going by bus and she said that it was too dangerous. That she didn't want me traveling by bus. I might get off the bus and get lost. Of course, I could do the same thing on a train but I guess she just felt better about the train. Still, she gave me many dire warnings about keeping to myself and, under no circumstance was I to talk to any strangers - especially strange men. Personally, I did like the train better. I had my own little compartment with my own toilet and a pair of seats that made into a bed. When the porter showed me to my 'roomette' as they were called, he showed me how to work the toilet and how to make the seats into a bed. My mother had packed a number of books for me so I had plenty to do. Perhaps you think that reading was not a lot to do for a boy of fourteen but I was an incessant reader. I spent most of my time with "my nose in a book" as my father said. I know I was a great disappointment to my father because I was not like other boys. I was studious, quiet, and painfully shy. My father, on the other hand, if his stories were to be believed (and I had no reason to doubt them), was a star athlete in high school and had played football in college. He was a very large man, with broad shoulders and a booming voice that often frightened me. I, on the other hand, was small and slender, having more the physical build of my mother. I also had her coloring with pale skin, with dark hair and blue eyes. My father was blond and had green eyes and was quite hairy with hair all over his chest and stomach as well as his arms and legs. How much hair he had in more private places, I had no idea, having never seen him naked. Not that I hadn't tried. I had no idea why, at the time, but I had an inordinate curiosity about what my father looked like naked. Having never seen an adult male nude, I suppose there was a certain curiosity about what I would look like when I grew up but I think, even then, I knew it was more than that. I knew that I was curious for other reasons, I just didn't know what they were but I knew that they had something to do with the 'difference' I felt with other boys. That was the main reason that I was so painfully shy. I didn't want anyone to get to know me because I was hiding a terrible secret. For the longest time as I was growing up, I knew that there was something 'different' about me but I had no idea exactly what it was. When I entered into puberty at age twelve and began masturbating, I noted that all of my masturbation fantasies were about males, but I just thought that was common. How wrong I was! It was while browsing in a used bookstore one day that I found and purchased a book that was to change my life irrevocably. It was a book called "Teleny". It was attributed to the author Oscar Wilde who was notoriously homosexual. To be honest, being only twelve, I had heard the word before but I had no idea what it meant. By the time I finished reading this Victorian era homosexual romance, I not only knew what homosexuality was, I knew that I was homosexual. You might notice that I use the word 'homosexual' and not 'gay' in talking about that time. That is because the word 'gay' still meant 'happy or joyous'. It had no sexual connotation. That was to come several years later, after the so-called "Stonewall Riots". No, at that time, if you preferred sexual partners of your same sex, you were called a homosexual. After reading "Teleny" I began to look for other books about homosexuality. Of course, what few that there were of them were written by 'doctors' who had nothing whatever good to say about being 'that way'. The more I read, the most self-hatred and self-loathing I developed. I clearly understood why I was such a disappointment to my father and tried very hard not to let anyone get close enough to me to learn my terrible secret. For two years, I struggled with the knowledge of what I was, wondering if my life would end as tragically as those of the characters in the novel which I had read and re-read at least a hundred times and the book was, even now, buried in one of my suitcases where no one would hopefully find it. I wondered, more especially, if I would ever find someone to do the things described in that novel with me. I didn't know how to know if another boy was homosexual and, as shy as I was, I doubted if I would ever get the chance to find out. What I had not counted on, however, was what was about to happen to me on that train. We had left for Denver from Boston in the early afternoon. I spent until dinner time in my compartment reading. When I heard the chimes that the porters used to announce dinner in the dining car, I left and headed there. This was still the days when the dining service was all china and linen tablecloths with gleaming silver and sparkling crystal. It was also excellent food served by porters dressed in uniforms. All in all, quite an experience for a fourteen year old boy who went out to dinner with his parents maybe three or four times a year. I was sitting there, busily studying the menu, when I heard a deep voice. "Would you mind if I joined you? There doesn't seem to be another table available." the voice said. I lowered the menu and looked up. Way up! Standing next to the table was a tall young man. I knew he was an adult, but quite a young one. I didn't have any idea of his age but I later found out that he was twenty-four. The first thing I noticed was that he was stunningly handsome with the most beautiful green eyes and dark blond hair, almost the same coloring as my father. His smile was dazzling and, as I quickly looked him over, I could see that he was quite muscular, with broad shoulders and thick arms but with a very trim waist. I could tell this because he was wearing a very tight v-neck sweater and very tight jeans. The sweater was maroon in color and had the words "Harvard Crew" embroidered over one side of his chest. A very large, muscular chest, I might add. "Uhh...yes, please." I said quietly, though how I found my voice after the shock of being in the presence someone so handsome. "I'm Michael Clinton." he said, holding out his large hand. We shook hands and, while his handshake was firm, it didn't hurt my hand like some adults did. "I...I'm Jeffrey McAllister." I stuttered. "I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Clinton." I know this sounds terribly stilted but you need to understand, the lack of etiquette and manners that are so much the hallmark of teenagers today was not the case when I was growing up. I had been trained by my parents, almost from the time I could talk, in the proper etiquette for most situations as were most children I knew. It was unthinkable to utilize the easy familiarity with which most teenagers deal with adults today. I'm not saying, by the way, that the way I was raised was necessarily better - just different than today. "Please! Call me Mike. You say 'Mr. Clinton' and I think you're talking to my dad." Mike said, smiling. "So what should I call you?" "You can just call me Jeff." "So where are you headed to, Jeff?" He asked by way of conversation. "To Denver. I'm spending the summer with my aunt there. Where are you going?" "I'm headed all the way to California, to Los Angeles. I've been offered an assistant professorship at UCLA." Mike replied. "What do you teach?" I asked. "I have my master's degree from Harvard in History." he said. "Yes, I thought you went to Harvard." I smiled. "How did you know?" he asked, somewhat taken aback by my statement. "Your sweater." I said. He looked down and got this very sheepish grin on his face. "I'd forgotten I was wearing this." he said. "What is 'crew'?" I asked. "It's a type of racing, with long, narrow boats that a team rows." he explained. "Oh! I think I've seen some of them on the Charles River." I said. "Yes, you probably have. It's quite a popular sport in Cambridge and the Charles is where Harvard and a number of other schools practice." "So you were an athlete." I said in awe. I hasten to mention here that athletes figured heavily in a lot of my masturbation fantasies. Especially football players. I was really looking forward to going to high school the next year because there would be football and I wanted to go to the games so I could see the young, high school athletes play. Of course, I wasn't so much interested in the game as I was in the young athletic bodies on the field. Mike laughed at this. "Yes, I suppose you could say that I was. I also played football for Harvard and was on the wrestling team. Do you participate in any sports?" he asked. "Uhh...no. I'm just going into high school next year. We didn't have any sports in my elementary school." I explained. I should add here that in the school system that I attended, there was no such thing as a 'middle school' or 'junior high school'. Grades one through eight were elementary school and grades nine through twelve were high school. "Well, if they have gymnastics or swimming, you should go out for them. You have the perfect build for a gymnast or a swimmer." Mike said. I was quite take aback by this for two reasons. First of all, no one had ever so much as hinted that my body was 'perfect' for any type of sport. I suppose my father, who's sport was football, didn't even consider gymnastics or swimming as true 'sports'. Certainly, I was not built to be a football player and, therefore, to him, I was not 'sports material'. Secondly, Mike's comment indicated that he had been looking at my body as I had been looking at his. However, I was sure that it was not for the same reason. I was sure that Mike was not going to use what he saw for masturbation fantasies that night. I guess I was extremely naive at fourteen. "I don't know if they do or not. Do you really think that I could be an athlete?" I asked. It was my dream to be one of the boys and men that I fantasized about. I would give anything to be an athlete, to be on a team with other boys and feel the comradery and friendship which I had read about between team members. I was a very lonely boy who was desperate to find someone or some group of someones to be friends with. "Why not? You're young. You have a good body. The only difference between those who are athletes and those who are not is determination. You have to want it and you have to have the will to win. That's what sporting competition is all about." Mike explained. "But how do you know if you have those things?" I asked. "You make the effort to go out for a sport. That's really the only way to know." I listened to all this and took it to heart. As I guess is common, I was much more inclined to listen to someone like Mike, who was closer to my own age and who was incredibly attractive to me, than I was inclined to listen to the other adults in my life. It also might interest you to know that there was both swimming and gymnastics in my high school and I went out for both teams. While I was not the 'football hero' that my father was, my father didn't make it to the Olympics as part of the men's gymnastics team as I did. And no, I'm not going to mention what year or where they were held because both my lover, who I ended up meeting in college, and myself were part of the team and we still choose to keep our relationship out of the public eye. However, my father ended up proudly watching his 'disappointing' son compete on the world stage. Just by going out for sports in high school, it changed my father and my relationship for the better. However, I don't think he would have ever understood or condoned where the idea of me going out for these teams came from to begin with. That night, in the dining car, Mike and I talked all through dinner. Well, mostly it was Mike, answering my questions about his days of football, wrestling and crew at Harvard. I was so enthralled with him, with listening to his deep voice, that for the life of me, I have no idea what I ate or whether it was any good or not. What I do remember was the incredible disappointment I felt when Mike and I finally noticed that there was no other diners left in the dining car but the two of us and the porters were starting to strip the tables for the night. I didn't want my time with Mike to end but I had no way of doing anything about it. It was then that the most amazing thing happened. "Well, I guess they want us to vacate the premises. I'm not particularly tired, are you?" Mike asked me. "Uhh...no. I'm not." I replied. Of course I wasn't! This whole adventure - even without meeting Mike - was far too exciting for me to be sleepy. Add to that excitement, the incredible 'rush' of spending dinner with Mike, I felt it was most likely I might not sleep until we reached Denver! "Well then, how about coming back to my compartment and we can continue talking?" Mike asked me. I just sat there looking at him a moment. I couldn't believe that he was wanting to spend more time with me. "I would love to, if you're sure you don't mind." I said. "I wouldn't have asked you if I did." he smiled at me. "Just follow me." And with that he rose and I followed him out of the dining car. Mike's compartment was closer to the dining car than mine was. It was also a good deal bigger. I had the smallest compartment on the train, a 'roomette'. Mike, on the other hand, had what was termed a 'deluxe' car. It had more room with large seats and it also had a separate bathroom. When we reached his compartment, Mike rang for the porter and ordered what he termed a 'night-cap'. I thought this rather odd since, at that age, the only 'night-cap' I knew of were the funny tasseled hats that some people wore to bed when it was cold. I had no idea it was another term for an alcoholic beverage so you can imagine my surprise when the porter delivered two drinks in small crystal stem-ware on a small silver platter. It was a dark liquid, the likes of which I'd never seen before. I might mention that the only alcohol that was ever served in our home was beer, Irish whiskey, scotch and gin. My parents didn't drink wine and so I knew nothing about it. Mike handed me one of the small glasses and told me it was 'Port'. He told me to take very small sips of it. It was like nothing I'd ever tasted before, but I liked the rather warm feeling it gave me. I noticed it did relax me but I'm sure that Mike had told me to take small sips because he didn't want me either getting drunk on it or falling asleep, either. There was little chance of me falling asleep, however, because we'd no more gotten into the compartment when Mike went into the bathroom saying he was going to 'change'. And what a change it was! When he came out, he was wearing nothing but a pair of athletic shorts with no shirt or shoes. Almost all his magnificent body was now on display for my enjoyment. His muscles were even bigger and more defined that I had imagined and I was suddenly getting very uncomfortable sitting there because my very unruly adolescent cock was boned hard and throbbing. I had carefully crossed my legs trying to hide it but that just made it all the more uncomfortable. Mike didn't seem to notice either my hardon or my fascination with his body. We continued to talk and, eventually, as it always does with guys, we got around to the subject of sex. If Mike was steering the discussion in that direction, I wasn't aware of it. However, I do remember him asking me if I had a girlfriend. "Uhh...no. I'm too young. Do you have one?" I asked, not knowing where I got the audacity to ask an adult such a personal question. "No. I'm too young." Mike said, grinning at me. "Actually, to be honest, I don't care very much for girls. They're too silly on one hand, always concerned about how they look and going shopping. On the other hand, they're far too serious, always looking for someone to marry. I'm not interested." "In what, shopping or getting married?" I joked. "Either!" he roared and we both laughed over that one. When we quieted down, I don't know why I did it, maybe it was the fact that I truly liked Mike and felt like we had become friends in the short time we'd been together or maybe it was the burden of carrying the secret around with me for two years and not being able to tell anyone but I quietly said to Mike, "I don't like girls either." "Well, you're young yet. What are you? Thirteen? Fourteen?" he asked. "I'm fourteen." I answered. "That could change." Mike said softly. "I don't think so." I took a deep breath and screwed up my courage. "Have you ever heard of a book called 'Teleny'?" I asked. "The one that's attributed to Oscar Wilde? Yes, I read it a couple of years ago. Have you read it?" Mike asked, showing a great deal of surprise. "Only about a hundred times. I found it when I was twelve in a used book store." I admitted. "I see. I take it you understand what it's about." Mike said this as a statement, not a question. "Yes. It's about two guys who fall in love." Mike didn't say anything for a few moments, he just sat there looking at me. I started to become afraid that I'd said too much and now he would hate me for being homosexual. I had just decided to get up and go back to my own compartment when he finally spoke. "I take it that you've never done anything that is talked about in the book with another guy?" Mike asked gently, smiling at me. "No. I don't know another guy to do them with." I admitted. "But you'd like to, I take it." "More than anything in the world." I replied. With this, Mike got up off the seat where he was sitting across the compartment from me and sat down next to me. He was so close, that I could feel the warmth of his body and smell his musky, masculine scent. The only other man's scent I'd ever smelled was my father's. While Mike's was somewhat like that, it was different in a indefinable way. One difference, however, was that Mike's scent had me almost crazy with desire for him from the moment I smelled it. As we sat there, neither of us saying anything, Mike raised his hand and very gently brushed the back of it against my cheek and then let his hand trail down the back of my neck until his arm was across my shoulders, holding me. I looked up into his eyes as he did this and he smiled at me. "So soft." he said quietly, almost to himself. Then he said to me, "You are such a beautiful boy, Jeff. Do you know that?" I know I blushed at his words because I could feel my face heat up. "No. No one's ever told me that I was beautiful before." "Trust me, you are." Mike smiled. "And...and so...are you." I finally managed to say. "I kind of thought you felt that way. You couldn't seem to take your eyes off me all through dinner. What you didn't seem to notice was me looking at you." he grinned. "You were?" I said in surprise. "Yes, I was. You are about the most beautiful boy I've ever seen. You see, I like boys like you. I hope it doesn't bother you that I'm so much older than you are." "I don't know how old you are." I said. "I'm twenty-four." he said. "But it's guys like you that I've always liked looking at the most." I assured him. "Especially guys who are athletes." "Oh, so that's why all the questions about sports." he grinned. "Yeah." I said, looking away in embarrassment. I felt his other hand take my chin and lift it while turning it back to where I was looking at him again. He leaned down and gently kissed me on the lips. He pulled back, looking at me questioningly, to see my reaction. My reaction was simple. I reached up and put my arms around his muscular neck and pressed my mouth against his. Of course, I didn't really know how to kiss, this being the first 'real' kiss I'd ever initiated. I knew that I wanted more than to just press my lips against his but I didn't know what it was I wanted or how to obtain it. But Mike knew. He reached around so that both his arms were around me and then he pressed his mouth against mine and opened his slightly. His tongue began licking at my upper lip and I don't know why I did it but I opened my mouth as well. With this, his tongue flowed into my mouth and, without even thinking about it, my eyes closed and I began sucking on his tongue all the time groaning into Mike's mouth. It was at that point, however, that I truly embarrassed myself. My cock had been hard all evening, especially ever since we'd gotten back to Mike's compartment. Now, with the incredible stimulation of this deep, passionate kiss and the feeling of Mike's arms around me and holding me close to his incredibly muscular body, I cried out and began cumming in my pants without even touching myself. Mike could feel the tremors that were going through my body as he could feel the cries I made into his mouth and he held me even tighter until they stopped. He then pulled his mouth away from mine and looked deep into my eyes. "I'm sorry! I couldn't help myself!" I exclaimed, struggling to get out of Mike's arms. I just wanted to run back to my compartment, lock the door and never come out until we reached Denver, I was so embarrassed by my body's betrayal. Mike, however, was far too strong for me and wouldn't let me go. "Jeff. Please. Calm down. It's okay." he said, soothingly as he planted several small kisses on my cheeks and forehead. "It...it is?" I asked, pensively. "It is more than okay. It's not only perfectly natural but it is incredibly flattering that just me kissing you could do that to you." he smiled. "I've never had someone cum just from my kissing him." "No?" "No. What I'm trying to figure out is whether it was the fact that you wanted to be kissed so badly or that it was me kissing you." he grinned. "It was you. Oh, God! It was you! Believe me!" I swore to him. "I've never seen someone as beautiful as you are. I've never had someone hold me or kiss me like that, but it was the fact that it was you doing it that made it so wonderful." "Thank you, Jeff. That is about the nicest thing that any guy has ever said to me." Mike smiled. "I take it that cumming like that, so spontaneously, has never happened to you before?" "No. Never. Honest!" I said. "I believe you. You see, I'm not sure if we hadn't gone on another minute or so if I wouldn't have done the same thing." he grinned. I looked at him in surprise. He pulled back slightly from me and looked down into his lap. I followed to where he was looking and I could see a huge bulge in his shorts that I knew was his cock. There was also a large spot of wetness on the shorts where it looked like the head of his cock was laying against his thigh. "You see what I mean?" he asked, smiling. "Uhh...did I do that?" I asked hesitantly. "Yes. You did that." he laughed. "Uhh...did you cum?" I asked, seeing the wet spot. "No, almost. That spot you see is pre-cum. You know, the stuff that leaks out of your cock right before you get ready to cum. I leak pretty heavy." he said. "I don't hardly at all." I told him. "No, but you seem to cum quite heavy for fourteen." he said, looking down at my lap. I looked down and could see the wet stain on my jeans. It had leaked right through my briefs. I knew I shot heavy. Luckily, I had gotten into the habit of sucking up my cum from my hands rather than using tissues or a towel to clean myself. I did this, first of all, because I had liked the taste of my cum the very first time I tasted it and because it left no evidence of my nocturnal habits for my parents to find. Besides, from what I read, I would hopefully be eating some other boy's cum someday and I wanted to get used to it. "Why don't you take off your clothes and we'll get you cleaned up." Mike said gently. I hesitated and Mike noticed. "I will if you will." he said, smiling. I didn't know then how he knew how badly I wanted to see him naked. I thought he was reading my mind or something. But, putting actions to words, he took his arms from around me and stood up, right in front of me. He hooked his thumbs into his small shorts and slowly pushed them down his body. I thought he would be naked doing so but not quite. As his shorts cleared his groin, I saw that he was wearing a jockstrap. A very used and, evidently if the smell was any indication, a rarely laundered jockstrap. I could see his hard cock pushing at the mesh pouch and could see just the head of it poking out of the thin waistband. The head of his cock was wet with pre-cum and it was all I could do to keep myself from sticking out my tongue and licking it off, I wanted to taste it so badly. What I did, instead, was to breathe in deeply of the musky, pungent scents that were emanating from his groin. I guess my breathing was loud because the next thing I knew, Mike had put his hand on the back of my head and pushed it gently forward until my nose was buried in the mesh pouch of his jock. I reached up and grabbed hold of his thighs and began breathing deeply of the scents locked in his jock. Finally, however, smelling them were not enough. My tongue came out and I began to lick and suck at the pouch of his jock, and at his cock and balls that were trapped inside it. I followed the long tube of his cock until I reached the head that had poked out of his waistband and finally swiped my tongue across it, tasting his pre-cum. It was salty and sweet at the same time and I loved it. I would have licked up more of it, but Mike groaned and took my head in his hands, pulling it away from his cock. I looked up at him in confusion, thinking I had done something wrong. "Whoa, there, Tiger! I don't want to get off until you at least are naked." he grinned down at me. I stood up and quickly took off all of my clothes except my briefs. Mike sat down on the seat and took hold of those, pulling them down over my hard cock and holding them while I put my hand on his bare shoulder to steady myself while I stepped out of them. It was then that Mike did something that totally shocked me. He took my cum-filled briefs and brought them to his face, smelling them and then licking the cum from them. I guess he saw my look of shock at his actions because he pulled the briefs away from his mouth and grinned at me and then winked. If that shocked me, however, what he did next almost had me over the moon! He reached out, grabbing my hips and pulling me close to him, between his spread legs, and then leaned down and began to lick all of the cum from my groin. The feeling of his tongue almost had me shooting again! When all of the cum was gone from my sparse pubic hairs and balls, he reached up and once again took my face in his hands and pulled it down to his, kissing me deeply. I could taste my cum in his mouth with my tongue and I was moaning over it. While I liked the taste of my cum, tasting it from Mike's mouth was way more exciting than just licking it off my hand! "I think it's time that we opened the bed, don't you think?" Mike asked, pulling his mouth away from mine. "Sure!" I said eagerly. Of course, what I meant was that I was willing to do anything - and I do mean anything - that Mike wanted. I just wanted to continue with what we were doing. Mike chuckled at my answer, and I figured he understood what I really meant. Mike pulled down the seat back and the whole seat made into a bed, with sheets and pillows already there. I got into the bed without him even telling me. He stopped and looked down at me, smiling, as he finally divested himself of his jock. Now I could see all of him. His cock was huge! Of course, I would think that, given the fact that I had never seen an adult male cock before - especially not hard. But my cock was of fairly good size for someone my age. I had five and a quarter inches. I knew I did because I measured it religiously at least once a week, praying it would continue to grow. Mike, however, had at least three inches on me and it was more than twice the thickness of mine. His balls were a lot bigger than mine were and hung down in a hairy sack. Except for a few, sparse hairs above my cock, I was still hairless. He saw the fascination I was lavishing on his cock and he stood there, next to the bed, his hands on his hips and his pelvis jutting forward, allowing me to look. Finally, I heard his deep voice softly addressing me. "You can touch it if you want. It won't bite." I looked up and saw Mike grinning at me. I grinned back and then reached out with my hand and grasped his hardness. I could barely get my hand around it, it was so thick. It was also very hard but, at the same time, the skin of it was soft to my touch. It felt like my own only bigger, of course. However, one thing that was different was when I touched Mike's cock, I didn't get any of the rush of feeling that happened when I touched my own. Therefore, I was able to more carefully explore what his actually felt like. I let my hand slide down until I had his nut-sac in it. I hefted his balls in my hand and found them to be heavy - far heavier than mine. Of course, his were a great deal bigger as well. As I fondled them, they drew up and the sac became tighter around them. I figured from my own experience that Mike was getting very turned on and close to cumming. This was somewhat confirmed to me for within moments, Mike had taken my hand off his sac. He held onto my hand, however, as he got into the bed next to me. Then he took my hand and brought it to his mouth, gently kissing each of my fingers and then going back and sucking each of them individually into his mouth. I was moaning almost immediately at the intimacy and the feeling of this. My cock, which had never grown soft, felt like it was going to shoot off again any moment. I think Mike must have realized this for he gently pushed me back onto the bed on my back and then got down between my legs. He looked up at me from between my legs and grinned at me. Then he hooked his finger around my cock which was so hard it was like it was glued to my stomach. He pulled my cock with his finger until it was standing straight up. Mike then rose up slightly and opened his mouth, devouring my cock down to my pubic hairs. The warmth! The wetness! The intensity of feelings that flooded through me had me closing my eyes and moaning instantly. However, I quickly opened my eyes again because I wanted to see what was about to happen. I knew that I was about to get my first 'blow job' and I wasn't going to miss any of it! Of course, when your fourteen, you don't have anything in the way of restraint. Mike was able to go up and down on my cock maybe three times at most and I raising my hips and was pushing my cock hard into his mouth while shooting the hardest load of cum I'd ever shot in my life, crying out unintelligible gibberish the whole time. When I finally 'came down' from my orgasm, Mike continued to hold my cock in his mouth, gently licking it with his tongue until I finally had to push his head away because I was just too sensitive to take it anymore. With this, he grinned at me again. "Like that?" he asked. I looked at him like he must be crazy! Like it? I loved it! I would practically kill to have him do that to me again! "Oh, God! Yes!" I cried out. He laughed. It was weird, at that point. I knew that I was about the happiest I had ever been in my life but when I looked at Mike, the joy that was written all over his face was equal to my own. It would be some time before I truly understood the joy that is derived in giving pleasure, not just getting it. Mike moved from between my legs until he was lying next to me. He took me in his arms and kissed me. I could again taste my pungent cum in his mouth and moaned at the taste as well as the feelings as my cock became instantly hard again. Mike pulled away from my mouth and, when he looked down, he saw my hard cock, standing tall and proud again. "I guess that thing never goes down, does it?" he chuckled. "Well...not while I'm near you." I said. I guess right there and then, Mike knew something that I didn't. He knew I was falling in love with him. Of course, what I had no way of knowing is that this is a very common occurrence. It is very common to fall in love with the guy who first brings you into the world of male sex. Especially if that is the type of sex that you are oriented towards. For his part, I think, looking back after all these years, that Mike fell in love with me as well. The only thing was, he was more wise in the ways of life than I and realized that it was something that would not, could not last. I would get off the train in Denver and Mike would go on to Los Angeles. Nothing else was possible. I lay there in his arms until I finally built up the courage to ask him the one thing that was burning in my mind, "Do I get to do that to you?" "Do you want to?" Mike asked. "More than anything!" I swore. "Then I guess we'd better let you, huh?" he smiled. I grinned back at him. Mike took his arms from around me and put them behind his head then he looked up at me. "Now there's two things I'm going to warn you about. First, watch your teeth. They are a lot sharper than you think and a cock is really sensitive. Second, don't try to take it all. You'll just choke and that's not fun. Okay?" he asked. "Okay." I said. "Other than that, no matter what you do, it's going to feel good to me so don't worry about it. Just have fun!" Mike grinned. I started to move down to between his legs but was stopped by a scent. A very raw, very male scent. I wondered where it was coming from and then I noticed that by putting his hands behind his head, Mike had opened his armpits to the air. I leaned down and that was exactly where the scent was coming from. I was so intrigued by the scent that I leaned further down and actually put my nose right into the soft, golden hair in his pit. It was then I heard his voice again. "I take it that my scent turns you on?" Mike asked. I looked up from his pit and he was smiling at me. "Oh, yes!" I said. "That's fine. You snort down all you want. Taste it if you want." Mike grinned. Now! There was an idea! Taste! I leaned back down and began licking through the sparse hairs in Mike's pit. The taste was salty and a bit tangy and thoroughly exciting to me. It must have been doing something for Mike because he was softly moaning as I licked. When his pit was sopping wet with my saliva and all the taste was about gone, I went to move down to his cock. However, he stopped me. "Aren't you going to share?" Mike asked, smiling. "Share?" I asked, confused. "Come here." he said softly, putting his hand behind my head. He pulled me to his mouth and kissed me by licking all around my mouth, tasting himself, before he opened my mouth with his tongue and licked inside as well. Finally, he let go of my head and I pulled back from his mouth. I grinned down at him and he answered me with a grin as well. I then moved down between his legs. I wasn't exactly sure how to start this, however. I don't know why, but I didn't want to ask Mike what to do. I guess it was some kind of misplaced pride that made me want to do this on my own. However, I did remember that Mike had told me to watch my teeth, not to choke and have fun. So I thought to myself, 'what would be fun?'. And then the answer came to me - more scent! I lay down on the bed between his legs and began sniffing his groin. It was readily apparent that his balls had, without doubt, the most intense scent so I started there. I sniffed at his hairy sac and then began to lick it. The tastes were stronger than his pits. Saltier, more tangy. I loved them! And, evidently, from the groans that I heard, Mike loved what I was doing. I licked until I reached up to the base of his very hard cock. It was then that I remembered that I had already cum twice and Mike hadn't cum yet at all. I quickly licked up his cock until I reached the head of it. The taste of his cock was more subtle than his scrotal sac but I could still taste the tang of musk and the saltiness on it. It was a taste that I found quite interesting because I had no idea what a cock might taste like, but now I knew. I also knew it was a taste that I was very much in love with. I noticed also that Mike's cock was wet with pre-cum and I began licking at it. The more I licked, however, the more came pouring out. I decided that the easiest way to deal with this was to put my mouth over it and suck it out like Mike's cock was a straw. However, it was so long, that I had trouble bending my head down far enough to get my mouth around it. "Why don't you try a different angle. It will make it easier." Mikes voice came quietly. I looked at him, questioningly. "Come lay down next to me with your feet up here." he said, patting the area near his head. "See if that doesn't work better." I moved to the way he suggested and found the head of his cock was now pointed directly at my mouth. I opened my mouth and slowly began to suck on the large head of his cock. I could taste his pre-cum flowing from it as I sucked. Remembering what Mike had warned me of, I kept my teeth covered with my lips and away from his cock and I moved forward very carefully, taking no more of his cock in my mouth than I thought I could handle. I eventually got about a third of it in my mouth, moving up and down on it like he had on mine. Speaking of mine, what I didn't notice when I moved into the position that Mike had suggested was that it put my cock very near his mouth. As I sucked on his, I felt it becoming harder and even slightly larger around. Just as I thought he might cum, I felt Mike move and then felt my cock slide into something warm and wet that started sucking. Mike had turned and taken my cock in his mouth. I didn't know what sixty-nine was. I experienced it long before I knew what it was called or even that it had a name. But that experience was one of the best of my life! I continued to suck on Mike's cock as he sucked me. Within moments, I was shooting yet another load into his mouth while, at the same time, I felt his cum shoot into my mouth. I started swallowing, loving the taste of his cum. It was stronger tasting than mine, saltier and thicker in consistency. But it was so thrilling to me! I was finally tasting someone's cum besides my own and I loved it! More than that, I'd just given my first blow job and I'd gotten the guy off and that guy was Mike, the most beautiful man I'd ever seen in my life! On top of all this, I had just shot my load into his mouth for the second time and it was even better than the first time! Mike and I kept gently sucking at each other's cocks even after we'd cum. However, both of us were evidently sensitive after cumming because soon Mike pulled off my cock and gently pulled his out of my mouth. I groaned at the retrieval but Mike only chuckled and said that I could have it back later. I blushed in embarrassment at being so greedy. Mike merely ruffled my hair and told me to turn around. I moved around on the bed to where he could again take me into his arms. As much as I loved the sucking and shooting and all the rest of the sex with Mike, I loved laying in his arms and having him hold me most of all. There, held in his muscular arms against his muscular body, surrounded by his scent, I felt things I'd never felt in my entire life. I especially felt safe and cared about. What I didn't feel was any shame or guilt for what Mike and I had done. I guess, having read so much about it, I had so thoroughly accepted the fact that I was homosexual that to behave like a homosexual was not something that at all surprised me. I think that the fact that my parents did not attend church or require that I did helped in this process of my acceptance of myself as well. I was not burdened with the type of religious guilt and shame that I've heard so many others through the years talk about. I remember when I was older asking my father why we didn't go to church. He told me that, as a scientist, he could not abide any type of superstition, which is all he saw religion as. I cannot say one way or the other, for myself. While I am grateful to have not been indoctrinated into the ideas of religious guilt and shame, I have met, in my lifetime, people who were religious and who were truly good and kind people. However, I have met an equal number of religious people who were not good nor kind. In fact, many of them were bigots, filled with all kinds of prejudice and deeply convinced of their own perfection - along with a right to harshly judge others. Laying there that night in Mike's arms, I began to question him about being homosexual. It was my first chance to actually talk, not only to someone who knew something about it but was homosexual himself. "How do I find other guys to do stuff like this with?" I asked him initially. Finding someone to have sex with was, of course, my number one priority at that time. "Well, it's very difficult in high school. It's the time when most boys experiment with their sexuality. However, it's also the time when they are most defensive about it. You know, yourself, what a reputation for being a 'cocksucker' would be like. You might not survive high school at all." Mike answered. "So what do I do?" I asked, disconsolately. "The best way I found to have sex with other guys in high school was 'jock sex'." Mike informed me. "Jock sex?" I asked, confused. "That's what I called it. Sex with other jocks. You know, athletes. Jocks tend to be highly sexualized males. I think it comes from all the testosterone." "Test...what?" I asked. "Testosterone. Male hormone. It's what makes you go through puberty, makes your body hair grow, makes your cock get bigger and makes you hornier than shit." Mike grinned. "Oh." was all I could answer. "Anyway, jocks tend to have a lot of testosterone flowing through their bloodstream and they tend to be even more horny than just a regular guy their age. Jocks also tend to be less concerned about who they get their rocks off with as much as how often they get their rocks off. Since there are very few girls who are willing to give them the type of constant sexual gratification that they're seeking, they turn to other equally horny guys. However, they usually won't have sex with another guy unless that other guy is a jock as well." Mike explained. "Why not?" I asked. "Simple. Trust. Of course no guy wants anyone to know that he's getting it on with another guy. As a jock, he's got a higher status in the high school society so he has more to lose than just an average guy. Therefore, to feel safe, he has to know that the other guy he's having sex with is going to keep his mouth shut because that other guy has to have as much to lose as he does if the information gets out that they're sucking each other cocks or fucking each other's butts. The only kind of guy with that kind of potential status loss is another jock." Mike said. "So, in other words, they can't ever tell on each other because they would both end up an outcast?" I asked. "Yes, that's exactly it. However, jocks also usually only do it with jocks from the same sport that they engage in." "Why is that?" I asked, surprised by this. "Actually, that's quite simple as well. You've heard the old saying 'Birds of a feather, flock together', haven't you?" "Yes." I replied. "Well, with jocks, if you're say...a football player, you're going to have a lot more in common with another football player on your team than say a baseball player. Plus, if you're on the same team, you're going to be spending a lot of time together. Very strong friendship bonds are forged in the heat of athletic competition." Mike said. "Did you have sex with a lot of jocks in high school?" I asked. "Not a lot of them. In fact, basically only with one. He was my best friend. We had sex all through high school." Mike said. "What happened to him?" "He went off to another university while I went to Harvard and we lost touch with each other." Mike said. "Now, college is where things really change!" "Really? How?" I asked. "Well, it's the first time guys are living on their own, away from their parents. They have little or no supervision so they tend to let loose and do a lot of things they didn't get to do when they lived at home. Among those is drink. Drinking reduces a guy's inhibitions and he'll do stuff when he's drunk that he'd never do otherwise. Or, at least, he'll use the excuse of being drunk." Mike chuckled. "What do you mean?" "A lot of guys want to try sex with another guy, they just don't want to admit that they do. And since people tend to not hold anyone responsible for stuff that they do when they're drunk, guys fake being drunk in order to play around without running the risk of getting labeled as homosexual. Because sometimes getting drunk will make you forget what you did, close friends will go out and get drunk together, have sex, and then claim the next morning that they can't remember a thing that happened the night before." Mike said. "Oh. They want to but they can't admit that." I said. "That's right. Of course, there's one other thing that happens sometimes in college. Guys who already know that they prefer other guys finally get the chance to do something about it when they're finally away from mommy and daddy's influence. They actively seek other guys who are homosexual and form more or less permanent relationships. One of my friends in college found a partner there and they've been together since their freshman year. Still are, as far as I know." Mike informed me. "So it is possible to fall in love with another guy and spend the rest of your life with him?" I asked. "Well...yes, it's possible. But it doesn't happen all that often." Mike said. "Why not? Men and women do it." I asked. "Well, there's a great deal of difference in the relationship between a man and a woman and the relationship of two guys. First of all, a man and woman can get married so that there is a legal bond that is rather difficult to break. Secondly, their relationship is accepted in society. They get celebrated for getting engaged and even more celebrated for getting married. When we fall in love, we can't let anyone ever know or we could lose our jobs, be ostracized from society, be disowned by our families - all kinds of terrible things. Third, there is the issue of children. Children hold a lot of marriages together. The parents want to divorce but can't because of their concern with what would happen to their children if they did. Society is set up to support and bolster heterosexual marriages. It is designed to destroy ours. And that's not even talking about the nature of males." Mike said. "What do you mean, the 'nature of males'?" I asked. "Males tend to separate sex and love. You might love one guy but that doesn't stop you have having sex with other guys because sex for males, most of the time, isn't about love. It's about fun. It's about pleasure. It's about being horny. And in a relationship between two guys, there aren't the same consequences for playing around as there are in a heterosexual marriage. No divorce, no alimony, and no child support." "What's alimony?" I asked. "That's money a straight guy has to pay every month to his former wife." he said. "Why?" "Basically for wanting to get rid of her, as far as I can see. A lot of things heterosexuals do doesn't make a lot of sense to me." Mike grinned. "No. To me either. Why do they hate us so much?" I asked. "For two basic reasons. The most basic one is, that they've been taught to hate us. Most of them don't even know why they hate us. They just are doing what they've been taught. The second reason is because we're different. In high school, you'll learn that to be different is the worst thing that you can possibly be. And being homosexual is the most different you can possibly be - unless you're a Negro. And they hate Negroes less than they hate us. Guys mostly hate us because they're afraid they might be one of us." Mike said, sadly. "What? They're afraid that they're homosexual?" "No, they're afraid that they're 'queer', that they're a 'faggot'. That's what they call us. And they're afraid because they've probably had thoughts about touching their best buddy's dick or maybe they and their buddy did touch each other, maybe even jacked each other off and it felt good. Damned good! So now they're afraid that they're gonna be 'queers'. Nobody ever tells them that it's natural to explore stuff like that. Most guys do it, they just never talk about it and they all feel guilty and scared that they could end up 'fags' because of it." "That's very messed up." I said. "Yes, it is. That's why you have to be very careful about who you have sex with in high school. If a guy gets scared enough, he tries to hurt what he's scared of. Don't let that be you." Mike warned me. "I understand. So play with other jocks on your team to be safe." I said. "Yes, and above all, never admit that you like what you're doing. Never let them think that this is what you really want. Always make them think that what you really want is to have sex with a girl and that you're only doing this with him because you can't get a girl to have sex with you." Mike said. "But I don't like girls." I said. "Whether you like them or not, you must never tell anyone in high school that you don't. You might even have to, for the sake of appearances, 'date' a girl. You don't really need to 'go steady' or anything. But you need to be seen at least trying to get a girl to go out on a date with you. Then the other guys will think that you're just like them." Mike warned me. "Did you go out on dates in high school?" I asked. "Yes, I did. Usually with girls who were not very pretty and who came from very religious families." he said. "Why did you do that?" I asked. "Simple. Girls who are not very pretty are much more available. Most guys want to date pretty girls. Of course, I didn't want to date at all, so what she looked like wasn't important. What was important was that a girl who isn't pretty and can't get dates, is much more likely to want to go out with you." Mike explained. "But why from religious families?" I asked. "Because girls raised like that are more likely not to want to have sex. They've been taught how wrong it is and they won't allow you to do anything with them. That way they never know that you don't want to anyway." he smiled. "So basically what you're telling me is that being homosexual, I'm going to have to learn to lie - a lot." I said. "Yes, exactly. At least until you're old enough to leave home and live your own life." he said. "Is that what you're doing?" I asked. "Precisely. I'm getting as far away from my family as I can. I'm going to live the way I want without them constantly asking when I'm going to get married and give them grandchildren." Mike said, and I could hear a certain amount of anger in his voice. "Won't you miss them?" I asked. Mike looked at me strangely for a moment before answering. "Yes, I suppose in some ways I will but I've got no choice. I can't be what they want me to be. And you only have one life. I want to be happy. The only way for me to be happy is to be as far away from them as I can." he said, sadly. "Say! Aren't you tired yet?" "Yes, I suppose I am. You want me to go back to my compartment now?" I asked, disappointment showing in my voice and, I'm sure, all over my face. "What for? I kind of thought you might like to spend the night here." Mike smiled at me. "Well, yes. I would. If you don't mind." I smiled back. "I wouldn't have asked you if I did." he chuckled, giving me the same answer he'd given me in the dining car. Mike turned out the lights in the compartment and pulled me into his arms. With my head on his chest, I went to sleep in the arms of another male other than my father for the first time in my life. DAY TWO, NIGHT TWO As wonderful as going to sleep in Mike's arms was, waking up in them was amazing! Of course, as usual, I woke up hard. However, what I didn't think about - because I didn't know that this happens to all young males - was that Mike would, too. In fact, it was Mike's hard cock that woke me up. Sometime in the night, I had turned over so that my back was to him and he was spooned up against the back of me, my head on his arm and his other arm around me. This put my butt right at the level of his groin. His hard cock was poking me in the butt. I lay there for a while, just reveling in the feeling of Mike's muscular body curled around mine and his arm holding me securely to him. The scent of him was warm and musky and was causing my cock to stiffen to the point that it was becoming painful. However, his cock poking me was not comfortable at all but I didn't know what to do about it. Finally, it must have been uncomfortable to Mike as well because I felt his body move and the next thing I knew, his cock was no longer poking into my ass cheek but had, instead, thrust it's way between my legs, sliding against the underside of my balls. This felt wonderful! It must have also felt good to Mike because all of a sudden, he began to gently thrust his cock in and out between my legs. Mike was accurate about the amount of pre- cum he produced because the area between my legs was soon sloppy wet with the thick, viscous liquid from his cock. It also seemed to make things very slick because now Mike's cock was easily gliding between my legs to the thrusts of Mike's hips. I didn't know whether Mike was awake or asleep at that point but I began to hear so low moans coming from behind me and then I felt Mike's arm tighten around me, drawing me closer, while, at the same time, I felt his mouth licking and sucking at my neck and shoulders. I felt something scratchy against my skin and realized that it was Mike's unshaved face. The feeling of his whiskers brushing against my sensitive skin was raising 'goose-bumps' and, at the same time, making my cock even harder, if that was possible. "Mmm...good morning. You taste delicious." Mike murmured into my ear from behind me. I started to giggle. "Are you going to eat me?" I asked, laughing. "I did that last night. Twice, if you'll remember." he chuckled. "I do remember. I could never forget something so wonderful!" "It would seem as if I'm 'Frat Fucking' you this morning." Mike said. "Frat Fucking? What's that?" I asked. "It's what we used to call it in college. I think the name came from the rumor that this was how boys in the fraternities fucked each other when they couldn't get a girl to fuck them. Actually, it's a way of having sex that is so old, it even has a Latin name. It's called 'coitus interfemoris' which means simply 'fucking between the legs'. It's what some guys do because they're afraid to really get butt-fucked." Mike explained. "It feels good. Do guys really fuck each other in the butt?" I asked, tremendously curious but, at the same time, very nervous about the whole idea of someone shoving something the size of Mike's cock up my butt. "Yes, they really do." Mike answered. He had stopped fucking me between my thighs and his cock just lay in the warmth between them. It was still hard, however, as was mine. "Doesn't it hurt something awful?" I asked. "Well, it can hurt at first but, if you know what you're doing and get used to it, it can feel totally incredible." Mike said. "Have you ever fucked another guy in the butt?" I asked, which was one of the questions I wanted to ask. I was too scared to ask the other one for fear of making Mike angry. "Yes. I have. And before you ask, yes. I've been fucked in the butt as well." Mike said, his voice quiet and serious. "Are...are you going to fuck me?" I asked, hesitantly. "Not unless you want me to." Mike said softly, gently pulling me closer against him. "We don't have to do that." I relaxed for a moment. Then, however, I got to thinking. It was more than likely that sometime I was going to get fucked in the ass by another guy. I knew this because they did it in "Teleny" and it seemed to make them so much closer and more in love with each other. But how did I know if the guy who eventually did it to me for the first time was as gentle and as careful as Mike had been with me so far? How did I know, for that matter, if I would ever find someone that I was as turned on to as I was Mike? Maybe it would be best to get fucked now and get it over with. Of course, this was purely adolescent, virginal thinking. Little did I know that I would eventually find lots of guys that I was turned on to. One, my eventual lover and partner, even more so than I was Mike. And, of course, the idea of 'getting it over with' sounds a great deal like a woman talking about her 'wifely duty' on her wedding night! However, there was so much I had to learn yet about life and about the world of males. I suppose, however, if I'd known more, what happened might not have and I believe my life would have been the poorer for it not happening. "Why so quiet all of a sudden? You aren't feeling guilty this morning about what we did, are you?" Mike deep voice came from behind me again. "No! Not at all! I loved every thing we did!" I assured him. "So what's got you thinking so hard? Was it what I said about fucking?" Mike asked. I hesitated. "Yeah. It is." I said. "I told you we don't have to do that." Mike said, gently. "But you said we could if I wanted to." "Do you want to?" Mike asked. "I know that eventually it's going to happen, right?" I asked him. "Yes, it probably will sometime." Mike stated. "So, I think I would rather it be you the first time." I said, my stomach doing flip-flops while I did. "Are you sure?" Mike asked me. "Yes. I'm sure. I want it to be you. I've never felt this way about anybody before. I...I...think I love you." The last of this I said very hesitantly and quietly. Mike didn't say anything at that point. He just held me close and put his head against mine and turning, gently kissed my cheek. "Believe me, Jeff. I love you, too. I've never been with anyone like you before. I didn't think there were any boys like you in the world." he said softly. "So...uhh...do you want to fuck me now." I asked, hesitantly. "I want to more than anything in the world but no. Not now. We need to get you ready. I don't want you to have any pain if I can help it and I think I can. But it's going to take some time to get you ready. It's also going to take a lot of energy so I suggest that what we do now is go and take a shower and then get some breakfast. We'll have plenty of time to play later and I can start getting you ready." Mike said. "Don't you want to...uhh...finish?" I asked, somewhat disappointed, referring to his still hard cock between my thighs. "No. I don't. I want to save myself for later. I'm not as young as you are and can't cum five or six times a day like I could then. However, we can finish you off." he said, reaching down and feeling my hard cock, "And rather quickly I would imagine." At this he chuckled. He lifted my leg and pulled his cock back from between my thighs. "I'm going to show you a new way to do this. I'm feeling lazy this morning so I'm going to let you do all the work." Mike said. With that, he had me move over so that he could lay on his back. He moved down the bed and then he had me straddle his chest with my legs, with my knees in his arm pits. This spread my legs quite wide but my cock was now right at his mouth. "Just lean over me and rest yourself on your hands with your arms straight." Mike explained. "I'm going to open my mouth and I want you to put your cock inside and then start fucking my mouth." I did as he said and he took my cock into his mouth. I began thrusting my hips, fucking his mouth. It was an incredible feeling and, he was right. It didn't take long and I was again shooting my load. He swallowed all I had to give him. I could see him smiling around my cock as he did. I guess he liked the taste of my cum as much as I liked the taste of his. After cumming, Mike and I took showers in his private bath. He told me that he would love it if we could shower together but the shower stall was way too small for that. It barely held Mike. What he did do, however, was when I came out of the shower, he was waiting there with a towel and he very slowly and gently dried me off. In this way, his hands were able to touch every place on my body. Of course, I had the typical reaction to this. I got a boner almost immediately. Mike just smiled and dried around it. While Mike got dressed, I went back to my compartment and changed into clean clothes. I then went back to Todd's compartment and we went back to the dining car where we'd met the night before. This time we didn't talk as much as we had during that first meal. After all, we already knew a great deal about each other by that point. What I really wanted to talk with him about, I wasn't about to talk about in such a public place. I think Mike understood. We finished breakfast quickly and then went back to his compartment. While we'd been gone, the porter had been in and made up the bed and folded it back up so that there were now two wide seats in the compartment again. Before sitting down, Mike again called the porter and ordered a pot of coffee. After the porter left to get the coffee, Mike sat down across from me again. "Jeff, have you ever had an enema?" he asked me. To say that this question surprised me is an understatement. I looked at him curiously. My mother had always given me enemas when I was younger and got sick. I absolutely hated them. They were messy and they hurt. "Yes, my mother had a tendency to give them to me when I was younger whenever I got sick." I said, my disgust evident on my face. I was wondering what that had to do with anything. "The reason I asked is because I'm going to give you one to help you get ready. Now, it won't be like the ones your mother gave you. I will not be filling you with all the water that she probably used. Nor is there going to anything in it but water." Mike said. "Why?" I asked, still confused. "For several reasons. The first of which is because it will help to relax your muscles and open you up. Also because it will make things a lot 'cleaner' when I fuck you, if you get my drift." Mike said seriously. I thought about this for a moment. Certainly the idea of relaxing me and opening me up was one that did help to relieve some of my concern about how Mike was even going to get his huge cock in my little butt hole. The second reason, cleanliness, was something I was embarrassed to admit I hadn't even thought about. Certainly, I would not want to have Mike's cock inside me getting dirty or, worse, having anything leak out of me while being fucked. That thought, however, never even dawned on me. I had been merely concerned with the possible pain. I was about to ask more about this when there was a knock at the door. Mike got up and answered it. It was the porter with a coffee service which he put on the small table between our seats. Mike tipped the porter and then followed him to the door, locking it after the man left. He then went back to the table and poured a cup of coffee. "Would you like one?" Mike asked. "I've never had coffee before." I answered. "Well, this is going to be another day of firsts for you." Mike smiled. He poured a second cup of coffee, adding a lot of both sugar and cream to it. He had put none into his own cup. "I think for the first time, you might try it this way." he said, as he handed the cup to me. I tasted the coffee. It was interesting. Not anything like I'd ever tasted before but it was sweet and good. I liked it. "Thank you. It's good." I told him. "I'm glad you like it. So, do you have any questions so far?" Mike asked. "No, not really. Except when are we going to start?" Mike laughed and I looked at him questioningly. "I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you, believe me. It's just that your eagerness is so refreshing. Most guys try to make it seem like sex is no 'big deal'. You, however, make it a very 'big deal'. Something new and exciting and that makes it new and exciting for me as well." he explained. "But it's not new for you. Is it?" I asked, confused. "No, it's not something new for me but seeing how you're reacting to it brings back the memories for me of when it was new for me. As to being exciting, it is always exciting. But it's more exciting when the person you're with finds it exciting as well. You'll just have to take my word for that. You'll find it out for yourself eventually." "Okay." I said, trusting him because he always seemed to tell me the truth. "So, let's get started. I guess the first thing is, we need to take off our clothes." Mike said. And with this, he started to undress and so did I. We were quickly naked and then Mike went to one of his suitcases and pulled from it a red rubber enema bag and hose, just like the one that my mother had. He also took out a blue and white tube of something that he said we would need in a few moments. He took me into the small bathroom and I watched as he filled it with warm water from the shower. He then had me get down on my hands and knees and I saw him undo the cap from the blue and white tube and squeeze some out on his fingers. This he then applied to my asshole, working it all around the hole and even pressing a finger inside. I was surprised at how easily his finger went into me with no pain. "This is something doctor's use called KY Jelly. It much better than Vaseline and it washes off with water. I'm going to insert the hose now. I'm not going to put a lot of water into you. The idea here is not to give you an enema, only to clean you out." he said. I could feel the hose gliding into my ass and was again surprised at how easily it went in without pain. I heard him unclip the metal clamp which held back the water and I braced for the heavy flow and the cramps that had always followed. However, true to his word, he put very little water in me before he clamped off the hose again. I wondered if there was even enough but he had me sit on the toilet and empty myself. I was blushing in embarrassment, having never done this in front of someone before. Even when my mother gave me a full enema, she left the bathroom while I voided myself. I think Mike noticed this and walked out of the little bathroom, turning his back to me while I sat there and let go of the water. Not a lot came out of me, not like my mother's enemas. I was quickly finished and informed Mike of this. He again had me kneel on the floor and he again used the KY Jelly to add lubrication to my asshole and then re-inserted the enema tube. Mike again unclamped the hose for a short time and then clamped it off and had me sit on the toilet. We repeated this a total of four times until Mike was convinced that I was cleaned out. He then had me shower but he stood outside the shower and he soaped and cleansed my hole. He also slowly inserted one of his fingers into me. It felt so good that I was actually pushing back to take more of it inside me when I found that there was no more to take. Mike chuckled at this. "Well, you seem rather eager." he said. "It feels so good!" I said. "Good. I'm glad that it does. I'd say you're beginning to relax and open up nicely." After drying me off, Mike again opened the bed and had me get on it in the same position that I was in for the enema - on my hands and knees. He got behind me and began massaging the cheeks of my butt. I love the feeling and was quickly moaning. I felt him move onto the bed behind me and I wondered what was coming next. I don't know what I would have done if I'd known! I felt him pull my butt-cheeks apart with his hands and I could feel warm air slide across my hole. Then I felt something wet and slightly rough begin to slide up and down the crack of my ass. I had no idea what it was but it felt unbelievably good! I moaned at the feelings it was causing as it moved up and down my crack. When it finally began making circles around my hole, however, I was practically howling at the intense pleasure it was causing. I finally couldn't stand not knowing what was happening to me and turned my head, looking over my shoulder. When I did, I gasped in shock for there was Mike, his eyes closed and the lower half of his face buried in my ass! That meant only one thing - what I was feeling was Mike's tongue! Mike was using his tongue to lick my ass! I was so shocked I couldn't utter a word. At the same time, the feelings of what he was doing were so intense, all I could do was moan. It was one of the most sensuous and delicious feelings I'd ever experienced. For the life of me, I couldn't imagine doing that to anyone but I most assuredly could understand the joy of having it done! I turned back and let my head drop. I was almost completely incapacitated by the pleasure my body was experiencing. I felt Mike continue to lick at my asshole but I also felt his tongue pushing against it, almost as if he wanted to force his tongue inside my body. The more he licked and the harder he pressed, the more I felt my hole relaxing under the assault until, slowly but surely, I felt his tongue sliding into my hole. The further it went, the better it felt. I felt like I wanted to open myself until his entire tongue was up inside me and it seemed like this is exactly what Mike wanted as well. Once his tongue had managed to penetrate me to some degree, he began to move his tongue in and out of me, rapidly building in speed, like his tongue was a small, wet cock fucking me. As he continued to tongue fuck my ass, my hole continued to relax and open further and further to his oral assault. I could feel that all the tongue that he could shove up my hole was sliding in and out of me at a rapid rate. Slowly, but surely, however, his tongue began to slow down again until the entry and exit of it was a slow, sensuous slide. It was then that I started to feel something else, something more solid sliding into my ass alongside his tongue. I again raised my head, looking over my shoulder. I could see his arm and his hand at my ass and realized that Mike was now fucking me with one of his fingers along with his tongue. This felt even more incredible, as his finger slid even deeper into my ass than his tongue could reach. Mike continued to work on me with his fingers, eventually removing his tongue entirely. I wasn't sure how many fingers he had inside me. I know he kept going back to that tube to get more of the gel to ease the entry of them into my butt just as he'd done for the nozzle of the enema. I knew that my asshole was spread very wide open for I could feel that. I just wasn't sure how far. Not until I heard his voice again after all this time. "Roll over on your back now, Jeff." Mike said softly, but I noticed his voice was gruff with what I could only imagine were horniness and desire. I did as he asked, looking up at him kneeling there on the bed. He grabbed a pillow and had me lift my hips until he could shove it under them, raising my ass off the bed. He scooted forward and I could see his cock, hard and throbbing, standing up from his groin. "You're as open as I can get you. Actually, I'm really surprised how easily your butt opened up. I figured this would take the rest of the day. If it's still what you want, Jeff, I'm going to fuck you now." he said, looking down at me. "But there was no pain!" I said in wonder. "That's good. I didn't want there to be. Are you still okay with this?" he asked again. It finally got through my head that, for some reason, it was very important to Mike that I confirm that I wanted him to fuck me. I couldn't understand that. Of course I wanted him to fuck me! I wanted him to take my 'virginity' just as he'd done the night before when he sucked my cock for the first time. "Yes. Please? Please fuck me!" I said. He smiled down at me and grabbed the tube of gel again, this time squeezing out enough to cover his hardon heavily. Then he leaned over me so that his face was right above mine and the head of his cock was pressed to the opening to my ass as he put my legs around his waist. "I want you to push out with your ass muscles. This will help you open up." he said and then he leaned further down, locking his lips to mine. Mike kissed me passionately while he pushed with his hips. I could feel the pressure of his cockhead against my hole. I pushed out with my muscles as he'd told me to do and then I could feel his cock slowly sliding into me. There was no pain, just a wonderful feeling of my ass being spread open and a feeling of fullness with him inside me. Mike continued to kiss me and I was sucking on his tongue when I felt him stop his forward thrust into my butt. I wanted him to keep going. I wanted it all inside of me. I tried to raise my butt, to push onto his cock but all I could feel were Mike's thighs tight against my ass cheeks. It was then I realized that all of his cock was already inside of me! "I'm going to wait until your butt gets more used to my cock before I fuck you." he murmured, pulling his mouth from mine. "It feels so good!" I said to him, smiling up into his face. He smiled gently at me though I could see a tremor hit his body and his eyes close for a moment. "Is something wrong?" I asked, worried. He opened his eyes again and looked down at me. "No, nothing's wrong. Your ass is so hot and so tight I nearly came." I don't know why, but this sent a thrill of pride through me that my body could have that strong an effect on him. He was still over me, resting on his stiff arms, his hands flat on the bed beside my shoulders. Finally, even I could feel myself getting looser around his cock. It was then that he began to pull back slightly. Then he slid back in. I groaned at the wonderful feelings that were going through me. He pulled back again, further this time, and again slid back in. He continued to do this until his cock was almost coming out of my hole and he was sliding in the entire length of it. He began fucking me faster and harder. I was moaning and carrying on with the intense pleasure that was tearing through my body! He'd never told me how good this was going to feel! I'd have never been scared of it if I'd known but, then again, there's just no way to describe what it feels like. If you haven't ever been fucked in the ass, you can never know how incredibly good it feels. As he continued to pound his cock in and out of my butt, I was holding onto his arms, my hands wrapped around as much of his hard, thick biceps as I could. I loved the feel of his muscular body. I quite literally couldn't get enough of it. But something was happening to me. All of a sudden, I noticed a tingling in my balls. My cock, which was as hard as an iron spike, was throbbing on my stomach, belching out pre-cum in quantities it never had before. Without doubt, I suddenly knew that I was going to cum. Cum without either Mike or I touching my cock. I had no idea that this was even possible but I had no time to think about it. "Mike! I'm gonna cum!" I cried out. He looked down at me and grinned. "That's it, Jeff! Cum! Cum for me!" he cried out. And, as if by command, I did exactly that. I shot a load of cum further and of greater amount than I ever had in my entire life! I thought I would never stop cumming. Just when I thought it was over, suddenly Mike cried out again. "Yeah! Fuck!" I could feel his cock jerking in my ass and I knew that Mike was unloading his cum deep inside of me. As his tremors came to an end, he collapsed on top of me and I wrapped my arms around him. His body was now sweaty from all of the exertion and his scent was strong. I lay there, his body on top of me, his arms wrapped around me and his cock still buried in my ass, smelling his scent and feeling like I had died and gone to heaven! We lay like that for what seemed like a long time. I would have thought that the weight of him on top of me would have been uncomfortable but it made me feel safe, protected, and wanted. I loved being in Mike's arms. I loved being this close to him. I especially loved the feeling of holding his cock inside of me. A lot of these feelings I didn't really understand until several years later, the first time the boy who would become my partner fucked me like this. Then I knew that what I had felt for Mike that afternoon on that train to Denver was love. Mike and I spent the rest of the day in that bed, only getting up to shower and go to the dining car for dinner and then rushing back to make love once again. That night I slept in his arms once again, thoroughly exhausted after Mike fucked me twice more after dinner and then sucked me off before I fell asleep, my head resting on his chest. DAY THREE I don't know what it was that woke me. This time, it wasn't Mike's cock poking me in the butt because now it was my hard cock poking into his. I was spooned to his back, my cock just as hard as it always was in the morning, despite how many times I'd cum the day before - each time Mike fucked me and when he sucked me before sleep. I pulled myself up and carefully got out of bed so as to not wake Mike. I went to the bathroom, having to wait for my cock to soften somewhat so that I could piss. Then I went back to the bed but Mike was now laying on his back, his eyes open and his arms held out to me. I lay down on top of him and he kissed me and hugged me for the longest time. I knew what was happening. We would be pulling into Denver this morning and I would be leaving. It was something we had not talked about. I knew I didn't want to think about it and, I guess, neither did Mike. These two days and two nights we'd spent together were like a dream, like a time outside of each of our lives when we only existed for each other. I was too sore that morning from being fucked so many times the day before, so Mike and I sixty- nined (though I still didn't know what it was called) swallowing each other's cum before going off to breakfast in the dining car for the last time. We then came back to his compartment and Mike again ordered coffee from the porter. We sat there, drinking it but not really talking. I think both of us were feeling more than just a little sad that our time together was ending. I was, especially, because I had no idea when, or even if, I would ever find someone to do these things with again. Mike reiterated his warnings to me to only have sex with other jocks on whatever teams I chose to join and not ever let anyone in high school know that I really preferred guys to girls. It was only later, when I was much older, that I realized that sometime during high school, Mike must either have had a terrible experience with this himself or saw someone else go through it. The porter knocked at the compartment door and told us that we were only thirty minutes out of Denver. It never dawned on me that the porters would know that I never slept in my own compartment. In fact, except for that first afternoon, hadn't spent any time there at all. It was only later that I realized this. By then, it was too late to be embarrassed. At the porter's announcement, I went back to my compartment and got my bags. I then went back to Mike's compartment one last time. We hugged and kissed each other fiercely. There was no talk of seeing each other again. We both knew that was impossible. Mike would go on to live in Los Angeles and I would spend the summer in Denver and then return home to Boston. I did thank him for all he had done for me. This somewhat surprised him. He told me that there was no way he could thank me for the honor and pleasure of being my 'first' and for the joy that I had given him for the two days we spent together. With tears in my eyes, as the train pulled into the station at Denver, I left Mike's compartment. He didn't follow but remained in the compartment. I came down to the platform and saw my aunt coming towards me. I looked back at the train car one last time and saw Mike at the window, his hand pressed flat to it. I waved and then turned to greet my aunt. We walked across the platform, away from the train and I never looked back. Every so often I think about Mike and wonder what happened to him. Whether he ever found another boy to love in Los Angeles. As I said earlier, in college, I did find someone to love that I have been with ever since. I have Mike to thank for that as well because we met as teammates. If Mike had not urged me to go out for sports, I might never have and my life would not have had the love in it that I've had for all these years. All I can say is, "Thank you, Mike. Wherever you are, I'll always have a place in my heart for the man who took a lonely little boy and brought him into the world of men." THE END OF HAPPENING ON A TRAIN If you liked the story, please write me at rimpigfl@yahoo.com I have over 70 stories on the Nifty website. If you'd like a complete listing of them, write me and I'll be glad to send it to you. I am now a PUBLISHED AUTHOR. My first Novel, JOCK DORM: DAR AND GREGG is available from WWW.LOOSE-ID.COM where I write under the name BOBBY MICHAELS. I NO LONGER HAVE A NOTIFY LIST! 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