Date: Wed, 25 Nov 2009 17:44:50 -0800 (GMT-08:00) From: The Iceman Subject: It Happened on a train Chapter 1 Warning: This document contains Adult Material and is a totally fictional story of Consensual sex between a man and a boy. If it is illegal where you live to view adult material, leave now! If you find Adult material offensive, you may also leave now. If you have not left, then it is assumed you are either not illegal and/or not offended. So sit back and hopefully enjoy. Written by: The Iceman Edited by: The Dataminer Chapter 1 David: It was the last week in June and I was very upset, packing for a trip to Chicago to meet the CEO of the company he and I had founded, as it was in having major growing pains. A major Air Line strike, meant the only way I could get to Chicago from Los Angeles (our company home base) was via train and I hadn't been on a train since I was seven or eight years old. At that time I was traveling with my mother and sister from New York to the Jersey shore for my summer vacation, and it had been a wonderful adventure. At 41 years of age, however, it was no longer an adventure, though, my secretary had booked me a Deluxe stateroom on the Southwest Chief. The deluxe needs to be explained; it was about two square feet larger than my bathroom and it had a bathroom about the size of my hall closet. I know I sound like I am spoiled, but I am a big man at 6' 2" and the beds were designed for someone 5' 11" tall , but I figured I could stand the discomfort, since it was only for two days. I got comfortable and checked the stateroom refrigerator, noting it had some small bottles of a reasonable Scotch and some mixers as well as some overpriced spring water. A soda or two (as we call Coke and Lemonade in the States) made up the mini-bar, for what it was worth. As I closed the refrigerator door the train started to move out of the station so I took my seat and plugged in my computer and attached it to my phone, and got myself online. As the train picked up up speed I was working on my lesson plans as I would be visiting four Chicago area Industrial Education Schools, to provide training on our state of the art plasma cutting machines. As I was working away, I became aware of some noise in the corridor outside, which was loud enough to stop me. I couldn't work and listen to the shouting, so I went to the door and opened it, to find one of the cutest boys I had seen for some time. I thought him to be about 13 or 14, with a woman in her late 30's holding a very young boy and a little girl about 9 or 10 who was just short of tears. What happened next shocked me. The boy glared at me almost daring me to say something, but I didn't flinch. After a few seconds he looked back at his mother. "If world war three is about to start with your family, please come in, so it can be held in relative privacy". I stepped aside and the four of them came in, the mother girl and little one sat on my sofa the boy stood with his back against the closed door and I stood in the middle, looking at the boy and his mother, as they appeared to be the center of the issue.. "Why don't you sit down and relax a little?" I suggested to the boy. "I don't think that is any of your business", he shouted at me. "You already made it my business," I responded, "and remember that the loudest voice NEVER wins the argument". He blushed and seemed to relax a little. I turned to the mother, and introduced myself; "I'm Michael McMaster" and reached out to shake hands. She smiled a little and took the proffered hand "Margot Boyd. The door stop is David, my daughter Mary and this is Dennis except we call him the squirt". I reached for Squirt, popped him on my lap, where he looked around and at me, put his head on my chest, and things just seemed to settle down. "Now" I said "is there anything I can do to help" David looked up "We are in the sleeper car, and I am 15 and I have as much privacy as if I was in a fish bowl". I nodded and said "You need your privacy, as do all of us, but occasionally, we all need to make sacrifices. At worst, the trip is just a few days, are you sure you can't manage that?" Margot turned towards David. Hope for some relief clear on her face. Nothing changed in the boy's demeanor. "Alternatively", I said "I have two bunks in here, and you are more than welcome to sleep in the spare". The only proviso is that I am working on the trip, so I need space here during the day to do that. Would that work?" A breath of a smile played at the corners of his lips. "I really can't allow him to inconvenience you like that", Margot said. "I work only during the day, and if David comes to sleep after dinner, I won't be inconvenienced as I refuse to work during the evening. There is an old saying "saved by the bell" and to prove it, my computer began beeping. I opened it and my secretary was on the video. "Hi boss, your reservations at the Ritz Carlton have been verified but they only have a suite on the top floor. Don't forget to call your son tonight, he said that he had some good news for you". I thanked her and she signed off. I looked at Margot - "even though I am a couple of hundred of miles from my office I am rarely out of touch". I smiled reassuringly. She smiled and looked around her children "well brood, lets go to dinner and David can sleep in here tonight". I leaned over to Margot and said "someone needs a clean diaper". As I handed Dennis back, she said "I will be back in a minute" and she and Mary with Dennis in her arms went out the door and that left me and David alone. "I don't know how to thank you" David said, " I almost have Blue Balls and she didn't understand". "I think we will figure out a way. You head into the bathroom and take care of things. That way you will be comfortable". He disappeared into the tiny cubicle, and I sat back at the computer to tidy up some emails. 15 minutes later, a more cheerful David and I were sitting chatting about nothing in particular, when Margot returned, so we all headed off down the train to dinner. There were only 2 small tables, so Margot and the little ons sat at one, and David and I sat at the other. "If you are going to be spending time with me, I expect proper manners, and behavior, please young man" I said. "Your house your rules here and back in the room", he responded. We sat and ate and in truth he was very well mannered and as we spoke, I picked up a certain amount of femininity in how he moved, and a few mannerisms, but his table manners were impeccable and I had nothing whatever to complain about. He ordered courteously, responded appropriately, and tried a sip of my wine. He didn't like it, and stuck with his Cola. With dinner over I said "let's wander down to the bar car" "I don't drink" said Margot. "That's fine" I said "but we would be going through it to the observation car and it gives you a spectacular view of the world as it speeds by. At the end, the bar car serves excellent coffee and cakes." We found seats in the observation car, and as I had predicted, the children were excited by the view of the world rushing by. To the west the sunset had painted the sky a spectacular orange and red ochre, stippled by long lines of clouds indicating a weather change. Margot smiled as David wrapped his arms around his sister. It was obvious who his favorite sibling was. That was a hallmark moment and we were all impressed by the view we had shared, however, Dennis was starting to fidget as we walked back towards our car. Margot and I discussed the glorious view, as she worked to calm a tired and cranky Dennis. David looked over at "I need to get some clothes and my PJ's", and headed off with Margot to their cabin. I went to my state room and noticed the porter had made up my bed, so I changed into sleeping shorts and a T-shirt, and booted up my computer. I logged onto the computer, this time using the Sat-Phone, as there was no phone connection via the mobile. David knocked on the door. "Come in", I called. I asked him to lock the door after him. Michael, my oldest was on the screen and he could see David. "What's your name?" David blushed and introduced himself. Michael smiled, and said "Hi. Good to meet you. Dad, Kathleen is pregnant and it looks like I will be a father some time after the first of next year." I laughed "you're too young to start a family". "That makes you a Grandpa" David said, laughing and pointing at me. "I'm spending summer with Kathleen", said Michael. "I got my grades today as well, so I'm emailing them, and I'll contact you while you are in Chicago". "Look forward to it, Son", I said. He waved and the picture was gone. "I haven't seen a Notebook like that before" said David. "How does it connect to the Internet?" I showed him the extended aerial, stuck to the window with a suction cup. We stood there, watching the night roll past. He leaned back against me, and I could feel the warmth of his body against me through the thin cotton sleeping shorts. I put my arms around him and softly held him to me, as I did he leaned back and he put his hands on top of mine and he looked up at me. He turned, and buried his face into my chest. I softly kissed the top of his head. I slipped my hands down to his soft, beautifully rounded buns, slowly grinding his crotch into mine. As I did he shuttered and softly moaned, his erection was like a steel bar in his pants. I stepped backwards, towards the newly made bed, still holding him. He turned and kissed me, hard, rough, as if he had never done such a thing with anyone, ever before, and all he had to guide him was cheap magazines from under his cousin's bed. He ground his crotch into mine. A sheen of sweat broke out above his lips. I licked it off and pulled his shirt and T-shirt off. The shirt went one way, the T shirt the other and I thrust my hands down his back and without his shirt on, I slipped my hands down the back of his pants. I ground my hands into his cheeks, roughly, hotly. His breathing was hoarse, rasping, uneven, hot on my face. He had undone the button on his jeans. My hands caused the zip to fly down without help. The boy was shaking as if he had experienced a sexual explosion for the first time. He seemed to want nothing to be gentle, all at once, hard, righteous, heavy, but not prolonged. It was a minute in time. It was a lifetime. It was a medication for his untried youth. He dragged his jeans off to his ankles and struggled to get them off so he could hold me against him, unmoving. I leaned over and helped. The socks first. Then the jeans and his tighty whities a moment later. I rolled back into the middle of the bed and he fell on top of me, mashing lips against lips, holding a moment then pushing off and coming for another go. He dragged my sleeping shorts off and tore my T Shirt down the front from the collar to the hem. It held. He forced. I gave, he threw it and licked me again. I picked him up and turned him into a 69 position and fell upon his boyhood. I took his 4½ inches to the root. The slight breath of pubic hair nuzzling at me, making me aware of what I was doing. I felt his breath on my cock then his tongue. Then he took it all in one go. He gagged and coughed. I held his head. "Stop" I said. "Breathe". "Take it easy". Tears formed. I reached round again and grasped his beautiful hairless globes and began kneading them. A finger brushed over his puckered rosebud. I felt him relax and leaned down and licked my finger between his legs and went back to work on his bottom. Again he relaxed. "Please, Michael, more. Don't stop" I pushed further. A little resistance and then I was in. A sharp intake of breath. "Are you OK?" I asked. He took my cock into his mouth again. I went back to work on his boyhood. It seemed only seconds and his breath was again ragged. His body tensed. He shook again and unloaded a lifetime of built up boicum into my mouth. A shot after creamy, thick shot poured into my mouth. A never-ending stream it seemed was being delivered on that rocking and rolling train, as we headed deeper into the night. A long held breath escaped. I felt tears on my thigh. I rested my head on his abdomen, and was thankful. We lay like that for maybe 10 or 15 minutes. I lifted him to me, so I could drink in his beautiful eyes, and feel his heart beating against my chest. He was soft again. I held his butt gently. Again, kneading the wondrous softness of those delicious globes. He asked. "Do you want to fuck me?" He was looking straight into my eyes. "More than anything I have ever wanted in my life" I replied. The Iceman