Date: Thu, 16 May 2002 09:53:46 -0500 From: Paul Wilson Subject: Riding the Rails I was just 16 years old, on a trip from Washington DC to Chicago. My parents put me on the overnight train, but got to the station a little late, so everyone else had boarded. Hoping to get a seat alone, I went through three cars looking for an empty seat, with no luck. In the last car, however, I didn't see anyone in the last seat back, and quickly headed there. At first I was disappointed when I saw there actually was someone there, a young boy. But it didn't take me long to realize I really did want to sit there, since the boy was interesting, indeed. He was probably 12, thin and long limbed, with a cute upturned nose and somewhat longish dirty blond hair. He had on baggy gym-type shorts and a tee shirt. He was sitting in the corner of his seat, with one leg up, turned halfway toward me, reading a book. His eyes were a bright blue, with a slightly amused, devilish look to them. I said, "Mind if I sit here?" "No, plenty of room." So I put my stuff in the rack overhead, and sat down with my own book. We got underway, and I sat reading beside the boy. As the train rolled along, my peripheral vision picked up slight movement to my left, and I peeked over. The boy had his book in front of his face, so he couldn't see me, so I checked him out. He had both legs up, with his feet on the seat. His left leg was against the window, his right toward me, leaving his thighs spread wide and giving me a view right into his crotch. With his shorts, of course, I couldn't see much except his upper thighs, but I could see his right thigh all the way to his butt, in the gap in the leg of his shorts. Afraid he'd catch me looking, I looked away, but my eyes kept straying back to his crotch. After a while, he put one hand down into his lap, and absentmindedly scraped his fingers up and down his left thigh a bit. As he did so, the right leg opening of his shorts moved a bit, and I could see his underwear. He was wearing white boxers, which was unusual for young boys back then (this was several years ago). The thought of him hanging loose and comfortable like that in boxers and shorts was suddenly very exciting to me, and I popped a woody fast. As he kept swinging his leg and moving his fingers, his shorts opened more and more, and better yet, the leg of his boxers started to open up, too. Pretty soon I could see all the way up his thigh to where it met his crotch. Much further and I'd see everything! I began watching more intently. Before long, I caught a glimpse of his balls, laying there loose in his boxers. They were hairless, smooth, and soft looking, dangling freely. I was almost holding my breath when I glanced up, and thought I caught a glimpse of him looking over his book at me, but his eyes diverted quickly as if nothing had happened, but I wasn't sure. My heart was in my throat at the thought that he might have caught me staring into his crotch. Nothing changed for a minute or two, but then his hand moved more, as if to scratch himself. As he did that, his penis slid over, and lay against his right thigh, clearly visible. It was beautiful. He was uncircumcised, about three inches long, including the foreskin that completely covered the head and protruded about a half inch with a loose pucker at the end. I was in shock to be looking at such a beautiful sight. Suddenly I realized I was obviously staring intently into his crotch, and looked up to see his eyes locked on mine. It was obvious he knew what I was doing, but to my relief, he didn't look mad or upset. Instead, he had a slight smile, as though he was amused. I looked back to his crotch, and as I did so, he pulled his shorts and underwear away even more, baring his crotch almost completely so I could see his lovely penis and balls completely. They looked so inviting! His penis started to straighten out and lengthen, and as it did, it filled out more of his foreskin, until the protruding end was almost gone, and I could see the pucker begin to open up a bit. I moved my eyes from his crotch to his face and back, and could tell he was enjoying this. Holding his book in his left hand, he reached with his right and gently held his penis, as if to hold it for me to see better. He held it loosely with just his thumb and forefinger, then pulled back his foreskin just a little, and the head of his penis emerged. It was purple and wet looking, and looked very sensitive. He slowly pulled it back and forth, alternately covering and uncovering the head with his foreskin. I'd never seen anything like that, since I and all my childhood friends were circumcised. I'd heard that the head of an uncircumcised penis was more sensitive than one that was, so figured what he was doing with his foreskin probably felt really good. I longed to touch it. He kept that up for a while, and I put my left hand out a bit to see how he'd react. He stopped pulling on his foreskin and held his penis toward me, as if in invitation. So I hesitantly reached over and touched his penis. He didn't make a move to object, so I got more bold and felt all around his crotch. I caressed his balls, feeling them roll around in his scrotum. Then I concentrated on his penis, feeling how warm and smooth it was, and how easy it was to pull his foreskin back and forth. I began doing that, and his penis head seemed to turn redder and swell a bit, so I figured he was getting very well stimulated. Suddenly he grabbed my hand and lightly moved it away, and pulled his shorts back down. I was disappointed, figuring he'd had enough, but he stood up on his seat and reached into the overhead rack, pulling down a blanket the railroad provided passengers on overnight trains. I wasn't sure what he was doing, but he covered himself with it, then I could see movements under it. With a mischievous smile, he pulled his left hand out from under the blanket, and in it were his shorts and underwear. He was naked under the blanket!! That was clearly an invitation to do something I never dreamed I'd be able to do. I sat back to try to look as casual as I could, and carefully reached my hand under the blanket, feeling for his crotch. He was now half laying there, with his legs spread, and his crotch easy to get to. I was in such a position that if anyone came back to our end of the car, which was unlikely, I could see well in advance and pull my hand out. I ran my hand around in his crotch for a while, enjoying the warm, smooth feel of his silky skin. Then I concentrated on his penis, slowly skinning his foreskin back and forth and enjoying feeling how loose the skin on his penis was. I very gently and slowly began to jack him off. He totally relaxed, and closed his eyes as I jacked him. I purposely went slowly and softly for a long time, letting his foreskin stimulate the head of his penis. After about ten minutes of that, I tightened my grip a little, and began to speed up. I could feel him react as he seemed to push his penis toward my hand a bit. Little by little I sped up, eventually getting to the speed I used when jacking myself off, and he tensed. I knew he was about to come, from the way he tensed, that his penis was suddenly a little harder, and the look of intense concentration on his face. By this time I had stopped sliding his foreskin over the head, but limited myself to short, fast strokes. Suddenly he gasped and held his breath, and I felt his penis throb in my hand. I held hard, but stopped stroking. At about the third throb I felt the warm wetness of thin, watery semen all over my hand. He gave about four more wet throbs, then began to relax. The throbs continued for a little while, but they were less intense and there was no more semen. I just held on for a while, until he began to get soft. I let go and pulled my hand out, and it was covered with semen. The sweet-sour odor of fresh semen seemed very strong. His eyes were still closed, but he finally opened them and looked at me with a warm smile. "Thanks," he said. "That felt great." "I guess I'd better find something to wipe up with," I said. "Don't bother, I'll use these," as he held up his boxers. He proceeded to clean himself up, then handed them to me to wipe off my hand. I was so horny by this time that I had to jack off, so jumped up to get another blanket, and covered myself before pulling my pants and shorts down. Then I proceeded to jack off. I noticed he was watching me closely, then reached his hand in and felt my balls and penis while I jacked off. I took my left hand and put it back under his blanket, and caressed his genitals while I jacked off. He didn't seem to mind. When I came it felt like a dam had burst, and I shot an enormous load all over myself under the blanket. As I calmed down I pulled my hand back, but he felt around at all the semen all over my hand and stomach. "Wow, you came a lot." "Yeah, that was a good one!" I relaxed for a little bit, then pulled my pants back up after wiping up with his boxers. By now they were quite a mess - full of semen. I held them out as if to ask what to do with them, and he said, "just put them on the floor. I have more in my bag." But he made no effort to go to his bag, but instead just pulled his shorts back on. It was time to go to sleep, so obviously he didn't see a need to get fully dressed. We both settled back to sleep, with me wondering how I had been so lucky to sit next to this kid. Soon he was sound asleep, sawing logs. Waiting to make sure he was really out, I carefully reached back over toward his crotch, and felt him up some more. I played with his foreskin for a while, and got hot again, and jacked off again under the blanket. Then I went to sleep. We both woke early due to a stop not far from Chicago. He grinned to me, and quickly lifted the side of the blanket to show me he was holding his erection out the leg hole of his shorts. I took that as an invitation, and reached over again. He pulled away just long enough to pull his shorts off again so he was totally naked, and I proceeded to repeat the performance from the night before. He came just as strongly, as did I when I did myself again when I was done with him. We both laughed as I picked up the still wet boxers and we both wiped up. Done, I asked, "Can I have these?" "Sure," he said. "They'd be a mess in my bag." So I got up and carefully put them away, knowing I'd use them as a remembrance of this experience in many future jackoff sessions. We soon got to Chicago, and I was interested as I saw him gather his stuff and leave with me that he never got another pair of underwear, so he was just hanging free and clear as he left the train to meet his family. Wow, what a trip!