Date: Mon, 4 Mar 2013 21:40:30 -0600 From: Hunter Gatlin Subject: "All Aboard" Ch.1 (Young Friends) Hello all. Thank you for stumbling upon this little entry in the great big world of the internet. This is my first time crafting anything like this and I hope it's up to the quality of other stories found on this fine site. If you are looking for immediate sex, be patience. It'll get there but this is more of an introductory chapter and will certainly be expanded as time goes on. Legal Crap: This story is not copyrighted as copyrights are evil. Instead, this story is protected under the creative commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported license. This means you are: -Free to share this story as you wish in any way possible as long as you do not sell it. You must mention that I made it, however. -Able to take this work and edit or build off it in any way you desire but you must share it under the same conditions as this original license and you must state that I was the originator of the work. Warning: this story contains sexual content, and contact between young boys. If the subject matter offends you, is not to your tastes, or if you are under legal age for your area, then please don't read this. In the following story all names and events are completely fictional. The trains and places described are not are indeed real and timetables are somewhat accurate. That being said, any relation between events or characters of the story and real life is completely coincidental and never intended to happen. Legal stuff out of the way, let the story begin.... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* "ALL ABOARD" Chapter 1 Every year since I was born some 14 years ago, my stepdad, my mom, and myself take a trip to Los Angeles to spend a few weeks with my mother's family. My mother abhors the hassle that is modern air travel so we take the train. In fact, my mom met my stepdad on the train. It's an exceptionally long trip from our home in New York but it's always oh so much fun. The scenery is amazing and you can meet some very cool people on the way. Thus was the case on our last trip where I ended up having even more fun than usual. One rainy night late in the month of April, our tickets arrived. I had been lounging around our little apartment in New York all evening just reading on my tablet and being a bored and horny teenager with thoughts of sex and boys on my mind. I knew I'd known I was gay for quite some time now and have even messed around with a few boys from the apartment complex. I heard my mother at the door of the apartment clumsily trying to turn the knob, her hands full of grocery bags. Not wanting to be a slouch, I jumped from the sofa and ran to the door and pulled it open. My mother stumbled in with a seemingly impossible number of grocery bags in her grasp. "Mom, what did I tell you about buying stuff on sale?" I sarcastically questioned her. Hurriedly dropping the countless stuffed grocery bags and a few envelops on to the small and empty table, she turned to me and said, "Oh honey, you know I gotta buy lots of food for my growing boys." At that point my stepdad came wandering into the kitchen. He must have heard my mom come in and our small conversation. "That's right," he said. Patting his stomach, he said, "This girlish figure won't keep itself, you know." He walked over and gave my mom a hug. "Work was good I'm guessing," he asked my mother. "Today was indeed a good day," she said without even a second thought, focussing mainly on flipping through the stack of mail that came in with the groceries. Noticing a white envelop with the Amtrak logo, she pulled it from the stack and handed it to me. "Open that up and take a look, Nathan. That's probably our tickets for our trip out west." With that, I perked up instantly. We were scheduled to leave in two days and the excitement had been growing for some time. I love getting these tickets every year. It lets me know for sure that we are going and everything is in place for us to have an awesome trip. I hurriedly snatched the envelop from my mother's hands tore it open as swiftly and as cleanly as I could. I looked inside and sure enough, three stiff tickets stood in perfect order. The tickets were out of the envelope and into my hands as quickly as my eye had spied them and all three of us in the kitchen looked on as I read the ticket's glorious information. We'd leave New York on the westbound Lake Shore Limited which would take us up along the Hudson River, then west through New York, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana, then finally end up in Chicago the next morning. From there, we'd take the westbound Southwest Chief all the way across the country to Los Angeles. "Oh I'm so glad they finally came," my stepfather remarked. "I was getting ready to give Amtrak a call." He snatched them from me and then inspected them himself to make sure all was in order. "Looks like everything is good to go. You better start packing Nathan. We'll be leaving sooner than you'll realize." "Of course, dad. I'll get all my crap together tonight. I'll be all ready to go by tomorrow, I promise." I looked at him and just smiled. He really was a cool step dad. He was super nice and always helpful. He even actually caught one of my friends and myself making out one time and he abruptly apologized. Later that night, he told me not to worry, that he wasn't the least bit mad, and he told me that he thought my friend was a good catch. Sure surprised me but I was happy. "Good!" he said. "Knowing you, you'll be ready in just the nick of time. Now off to start packing." I obediently turned and highballed to my room. It was relatively small but just right for my admittedly small body. I had started puberty about a year ago but relatively little had really changed. My voice was beginning to get a little squeaky from time to time and I was getting horny all the time. I was still short though, and my little hairless cock stood no more than 4 inches when hard. There was no doubt I was behind most other kids my age in development, but I like it that way. Made me "adorable" as my friends would say. As I got to my room, I flipped on the light and went to my waiting suitcase that I had put out in the previous days in anticipation of the trip. It was empty but that was soon to change. I lifted the suitcase onto my bed and began meticulously filling it with clothes from my armoire. A dozen t-shirts for the hot California days, an equal number of shorts and jeans, many pairs of socks, a couple swimsuits including a speedo I convinced my stepdad to buy me on a whim, and quite a few briefs of multiple colors and patterns were swallowed by the suitcase over a period of almost two hours. I loved the feeling of tight briefs against my crotch and bright and colorful appearances made it all the better. After the packing was finished, I looked over at the clock on my nightstand was shocked that the time was almost 12:30 at night. I typically hit the sack at around 1:00 so I headed off to the bathroom for my nightly shower before bed. I entered the bathroom, got my towel out from the cupboard and turned the water on in the shower to get it warming up. I always hang around outside the shower before the water warms up and I was doing just that and looking at myself in the mirror. A cute little face looked back at me with cute little eyes, a cute nose that was just the right shape, cute little mouth that was turned up in a cute little smile. A cute little mess of longer than average brown hair topped it all off and a cute little body with cute little nipples that perked up at the sensation of the cool air inside the bathroom and a cute cock in the front with a cute little bottom in rear rounded the bottom half of the cute little boy ogling his dopelganger from the confines of the mirror. I don't consider myself to be conceited but I could definitely agree with my friends that I was adorable. The condensation rapidly collecting on the mirror and obstructing my selfish admiration alerted me to the shower's readiness, so I hoped right in. Shampoo first, conditioner, then body wash. I squirted the green liquid into my hands and began lathering my body. I started with my neck and slowly and sensually began working downwards. My little soapy hands crossed my nipples, still standing at attention, sending a shiver down my body. My cock responded instantly, inflating to it's full, upright position, throbbing for attention. It's attention would have to wait as I moved slower down, cleansing my smooth, flat stomach and in and around my little bellybutton. All of this attention made my cock long even more for it's required attention. Sparks of electricity shot all over my body as I continued to defiantly hold out to it's demands. Slower still my hands roved downward, skipping my cock and moving straight to my taught but smooth legs. My cock angrily twitched and more tense sparks shot through my body. Down across my legs and all over my feet my hands continued to roam, washing away all of the stress and boredom of the way to run down the drain. For the first time, my hands began an upward rather than downward trip. Up, all the way to my firm orbs of my bottom. All around my hands went around my butt, then finally plunged into my waiting crack. My fingers brushed my puckered hole and sent another electric shiver all across my body. "My god," I thought to myself. "What I wouldn't give to have a big dick fucking me hard right now." I continued to cleanse my crack for sometime, enjoying the ever so pleasurable sensation of the repeated passes of my fingers across the sensual opening and fantasizing about the would be boy who'd be plunging his dick in and out my hole. A strong twitch of my cock brought me to my senses. Peaking its way out, a large drop of clear precum had formed at the tip of the head and I finally gave in to my cock's desires. Leaving behind the smooth tracts of my bottom, my hands migrated slowly to my throbbing and aching cock. The sensation of the initial contact of my soapy fingers with the skin was overwhelming and I felt my knees begin to get weak. The shower wall came to my rescue as I leaned against it and began stroking my cock. Relieved, my throbbing organ rewarded me by sending wave after wave of increasing pleasure all over my body. The slick soap was the best lube and my cock head slowly began turning bright red as I stroked faster and faster. The waves of electrical pleasure caused me to moan softly in the shower stall. My strokes became faster the pleasure built. Conscious of my dick's favorite spots, I wrapped my fingers around and began stimulating the area in the "v" where my frenulum would have existed had I not been circumcised. The area was insanely sensitive and the additional stimulation pushed me across the edge. Euphoria washed across my whole body as a tidal wave of pleasure swept over me. There was no cum to come rocketing out but my cock pulsed and pulsed on oblivious to the difference in one substantial dry orgasm. A good thirty seconds of pure mind-bogglingly intense pleasure went by until the warm cascade of the shower brought me back to lucidity. I finished up in the shower a good thirty minutes after I had started. Stepping out of the stall, I grabbed my towel and dried myself off, my softened and clearly happy dick hanging down against my smallish sack. After I was dry, I set out for my room where I dropped straight into bed, still slightly dizzy and exhausted after the impressive serious events in the shower. Sleep came swiftly with my naked body huddled between the sheets and dreams of the events to come and the trip dominated my slumber. Images of long, silverly trains whisking me and my family cross country and of all the people I knew I'd meet along the way flashed in my head but I dozed on, ready for the day to come when we'd step foot into the sleek Amfleet cars and be hurled off towards California. ---To be continued--- If you enjoyed the story, please send me an email telling me your thoughts. I'd love any sort of criticism both positive or negative and hope to hear from somebody telling me they liked it. Everyone has got to start somewhere. This is my somewhere.