Date: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 16:08:22 +0000 (GMT) From: MP Subject: The Boy On The Train Part Two The Boy On The Train Part Two Usual disclaimer: This is just a story and did not happen. It is actually based on a dream I had. If you cannot distinguish between fantasy and reality, or you are breaking some law in your own country, then do not read on. If you were hoping for lots of action, then sorry to disappoint, but that's not my style. Don't worry, we'll get there but if you can't wait then I'm sure there's lots of other stories on nifty to satisfy! Anyway, I'll try my best to keep you interested in James and Steve's story and if you have any ideas or would like something included in the story, please let me know, and keep those emails coming! Enjoy... "Take care mate" I said stroking his hair. "See you in a few months". Just before releasing himself from me, he stretched up and spoke softly in my ear. "I wasn't asleep" he said quietly. He smiled at me then ran off back towards his family. 'Wasn't asleep'! Oh my god! I just stood there, open mouthed, my mind racing with thoughts of guilt, fear, happiness, lust... Someone nudged me as they were passing me and this snapped me back to reality. I picked up my army bags and headed home, with the thoughts of that incredible train journey running through my mind. The two weeks 'leave' went fairly quick and before I knew it, I was back at the base. Things were pretty normal except I couldn't stop thinking about James. His infectious smile, his smooth silky soft skin... "Hey Steve, snap out of it!" "What?" I replied looking up, remembering I was stood on sentry duty at the base main gate. "You're in a world of your own mate, penny for your thoughts?" I must have blushed, thinking that for some reason, my mate could read my mind. "Nah, I'm fine, just can't wait for my next leave". I was bursting to tell someone, but knew the shit would hit the fan if I said anything about my experience on the train! A week later I received a letter from James (he must have got my address from his mum). In it, he said that he couldn't wait to see me and was really looking forward to showing me the Naturist Camp he goes to. James said that he's so glad that he met me, and that I wasn't to worry about what he'd said on the train platform. "I'll never tell anyone, it's our secret" he said. James said that no one had seen what he'd wrote, so not to worry about that too! How thoughtful! He went on to talk about home, and school etc. James ended the letter telling me to open the other envelope that came with the letter (which I'd almost forgotten about in my haste to read the letter). I quickly opened the envelope to discover a polaroid photo of guess who? Yep, James. But this was not just any old photo. This was a full frontal, nude photo of James. In it he was standing slightly sideways, with his hands on his hips (and a big smile on his face). What shocked me more was that he was fully hard! He appeared so proud of his 4.5 inches of smooth, throbbing boyhood. Needless to say I was hard myself within seconds, and made a hasty retreat to the men's room. Once inside I quickly pulled down my combats and released my aching dick, which was naturally leaking like a salivating dog! On the back of the photo James had wrote: "To my special friend Steve, I took this with my instant polaroid camera I got last Christmas". "Can't wait to see you. Hope you like the photo! Love, James". Within seconds I exploded volley after volley, without even touching myself! God, I felt weak at the knees and had to sit down on the toilet seat. "Oh sweet Jesus!" I said quietly, staring at the boy of my dreams in my shaking hand. The pic of James helped me through the next few weeks, leading up to my next military leave. I lost count of the times I'd orgasmed (sometimes painfully!) looking at James' beautiful, smooth body, knowing that I'd soon see it for real. For those who are trying to picture what James might look like, imagine Ricky Schroder in the 80's American TV series 'Silver Spoons', but with longer hair and you're fairly close! Here I was, again, sat on a train. I was on my way to meet up with James and his family. We were due to meet at Fulchester Station, from where we would all head to the Naturist Camp for a week's holiday. As I sat there I couldn't help smiling to myself, remembering I was almost in the same position as last time when I got to explore James' body while he was asleep (or so I thought at the time!). I looked around and seeing that no one was looking in my direction, I pulled out the polaroid of James and quietly massaged my ever increasing bulge in my combat trousers. I was however, quite nervous, as well as excited, about the prospect of seeing James (and lots of other boys), naked. Would I bottle out of going completely nude myself? More importantly, would I be able to control my dick, which was already throbbing quite noticeably, and that was before I even got off the train! I thought back to when James had came into the train loo with me and made comments about my dick, saying he had trouble controlling his own these days. With another quick squeeze of my hardon, I quickly went to the loo and 'released the tension', so to speak! An announcement came over the tannoy that we would be arriving at Fulchester Station in a few minutes. My heart started to quicken, but I concentrated on getting my things together, not wanting to appear nervous when I met James and his family again. As I got off the train I looked around trying to see if they were here yet. I couldn't see them, but just as I was bending down to pick up my bags I felt someone's arms wrap round me from behind. I turned quickly, seeing James smiling up at me, even more beautiful than before (if that's possible!). "Oh, put him down James" I heard his Dad say, "give him room to breathe". James blushed and released me, stepping back. "Sorry Steve, I just thought you weren't going to come, and when I saw you get off the train". I bent down ruffling James' soft, golden hair, whispering in his ear "As if I'd miss an opportunity to see you like the photo". I winked at James, who went an even darker shade of red, grinning like the cat who got the cream. "Nice to see you again" James dad said, pulling my handshake into a hug. "The little tyke hasn't stopped talking about you all week. Talk about hero worship!" Now it was my turn to blush. "Only messing with ya!" he said picking up my bag. "The car's over there, by the gate". Off his dad went while I just stood there with James who had decided to hug me again. "You smell nice" James said rubbing his face in my chest as we stood on the platform. "No, I'm probably all stinky after the train journey. I need a shower". "I like you smelling like that" James said, releasing his vice-like grip again, deciding to hold my hand as we walked towards the car. God, could this kid be any more perfect? When we got to the car I noticed that James' mum and two sisters weren't there. I asked Dad why and he said that one of the girls was recovering from a sickness virus so Mum had to stay at home and look after her. Of course, the other sister wanted to stay home as well, all girls together. He said that they may join us in a few days if his daughter is better. James looked a little sad at this, so I said "Don't worry mate, she'll be fine in a couple of days". James replied that he knew, just that he gets worried about his younger sisters. What a thoughtful and considerate young man James was I thought. I wanted to hug him right there and then but realised that it might look a little strange with his Dad there, so a ruffle of his hair was to suffice. The journey took about half an hour. I sat in the back with James (at his insistence), and he and his dad talked non-stop. During the journey James had slid his hand over mine and was gently stroking my fingers. I looked over at him and he was just staring at me with that infectious smile of his. Was there a small look of lust in those gorgeous blue eyes of his? I couldn't be sure, but hoped so. I was concerned that Dad would see us holding hands, but the rear view mirror wasn't pointing at us, so no worries there! I took the opportunity to raise my other free hand and gently stroke James' soft, silky face. James almost purred and pushed his face into my hand. My dick jumped in my combats at the thrill of doing this in front of (well behind!) his Dad. After a few seconds, James took hold of my hand and moved it away from his face. I looked at him, thinking he didn't want me to touch him any more. How wrong I was! He proceeded to place my hand on his groin, right over an obvious twitching boner! I looked up again to make sure his dad couldn't see us, then slowly and gently ran my fingers up the length of his shorts covered cock. James just put his head back and closed his eyes, with a dreamy look on his face. I had to be careful as I was really tenting my combats now and was worried I might start leaking through them, such was the intensity of the dangerous, sexually charged situation I had found myself in. I was thinking how I ended up in this situation, from an innocent train journey a couple of months ago, to groping the cock of a beautiful boy, when James' Dad said that we had arrived at the Naturist Camp. I quickly came to my senses, as did James and readjusted my dick in my trousers, ensuring that when I got out the car, his Dad wouldn't notice anything. From the outside the camp looked a bit like a golf club. Quite nice, but with a high fence that appeared to go all the way round. We went through the main doors into the reception and James' dad booked us in, explaining that his wife and two daughters might be joining us later in the week. I was introduced as James' Uncle Steve, which got a stifled giggle from James! His dad explained later that it was easier that way, even though it wouldn't have been a problem as I was with them. After we signed in, there was a door (with no windows) which said 'ENTER - Clothes Optional'. This was it, I would finally be entering the world of naked boys! Upon entering the main complex I realised that it didn't look that much different from the usual holiday camp style of the time like 'Pontins' or 'Butlins' (you may have to google that if you're not from the UK!). Looking around it seemed that everyone was fully clothed. I looked at James' Dad and said "You sure we're at the right place?". He laughed and said "These are all the people that are leaving after staying for the weekend. You don't expect them to travel home nude as well do you?" I gave an "Oh, right" look and we headed to our holiday home. Everyone was so friendly and said hello or good morning as we passed, including a set of cute twin boys James seemed to know. I Would have loved to have seen them in their birthday suits! Oh well, as they say, 'plenty more fish in the sea', and I had my 'hook and line' firmly set on James! When we got into our home Dad showed me round, explaining that there were 3 bedrooms. One for him and his wife, one for the girls and one for Me. I asked were James was going to sleep and he said that he'd be sleeping in the pull-out sofa in the lounge. He added that James would probably end up on the floor next to me in his sleeping bag though! Dad said again "He's really taken a shine to you, you know? Thinks the sun shines out your ass!". Well, we'll have to wait and see about that, I thought with a grin. James was becoming impatient and asked his Dad if he could show me round the camp. Dad said "Calm down son, we've got all week!" "Besides, you need to unpack and help Steve too". "Aww!" James said with a pout, but didn't really mean it. He grabbed his bag and said "Come on Steve, lets get this done, then I'll show you the pool, it's cool!" I picked up my bag and James dragged me into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He then dropped his bag and came up to me and gave me a really big hug, whispering "this week's gonna be the best ever!". He then surprised me further by moving his head and, stretching up, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. I was overwhelmed by feelings of apprehension, love? lust and happiness. This was like some kind of dream. A dream that never happens in real life, but there I was, with the boy of my dreams in my arms, inches from my face. I couldn't help myself. I cupped his face in my hands and gently kissed him on the lips. It was a quick kiss, just to show James I appreciated what he had done and said, and that I was ok with it. James, as usual, just smiled at me letting his arms drop slightly from round my waist, cupping my combat covered ass. I decided to do the same and put one hand on the back of his head, stroking his hair and the other over the smooth, satin shorts covered globes of his beautiful ass. I gave it a little squeeze and James giggled, pulling away from me saying "Come on Dufuss, we're wasting time!" Wasting time? I'd be happy to `waste time' like that all day, every day! It was fortunate that James released himself from me when he did, as his Dad knocked at the bedroom door, opening it. "Right boys" he said, "I'm just going back to reception to see what tours are available this week. I'll probably be about an hour, seeing as the bar is open as well!" With a grin and a wink, he was gone. After we had finished unpacking James said he'd show me around the camp. With a sly smile I asked him if he was going to wear anything. He replied that he would be keeping his shorts on for now, seeing as it was my first time and he didn't want me to feel embarrassed or awkward. He giggled and launched at me, knocking us both down onto the bed. I was on my back and James was straddling me, sitting right on top of my crotch. I could feel his ass cheeks squeeze together over my rapidly hardening cock. Did he mean to do that, or even realise? It was hard to tell with James if he was just so naive and innocent or knew exactly what he was doing. I let him feel like he had me pinned down, enjoying the closeness of our bodies. "You just want to see my ass, don't ya?" James said with a grin. I swear he deliberately ground his ass onto my now throbbing cock, knowing he was in total control. So much for the innocent act! I said nothing, just stared back at him, allowing James to go at his own pace. Just when I thought things were getting interesting, he jumped up again and said "come on then, I wanna show you the pool". As I was getting up, James took his T shirt off and socks and shoes, putting on a pair of sandals. This was the first time I had saw his chest fully exposed and I wasn't disappointed. He was so smooth, without a blemish or scar to be seen. He had a lovely little innie belly button, and his nipples were small, but looked like they were hard. Oh how I wanted to use my tongue on those. His skin was quite tanned (more than me), but then I suppose that would be normal for a naturist. He caught me looking and said "Geez, you'd think you never saw a boy before". "Not one as beautiful as you" I replied. James laughed in a high pitched voice, shaking his cute ass at me. "Be careful mate, or I won't be responsible for my actions!" I said, knowing that James was completely at ease with me admiring his body. As we walked around the camp site, James insisted on holding my hand. I wasn't going to complain. Like earlier, most of the people we saw were hauling bags and suitcases, obviously on their way home. When we got to were the swimming complex was, my heart skipped a beat. As we approached the gate I could see through the fence, where at least half of the dozen or so people were completely naked. I heard the high pitched squeals of young boys and caught a glimpse of a dripping wet boy's ass, before it disappeared into the water. "It's a good job I'm wearing my clothes" I said looking at James. "Remember what we said about controlling 'it' on the train?" I said. "Don't worry about it Steve, You'll get used to it. Besides, I'll have you out of those shorts before the end of the day!" replied James. The cheeky little scamp. I swear he had it all mapped out! End of part Two. Next time - swimming pool adventures...