Date: Fri, 7 Mar 2014 17:04:00 +0000 (GMT)
From: MP
Subject: The Boy On The Train part 1-4

Hi everyone.

This is a re-up of a story I started writing a few years ago but, due to
circumstances beyond my control I had to leave it at the end of Part
Four. Hopefully, the grammar etc. is better this time!

Please mail me and let me know what you think. I need your inspiration and
positive vibes so contact me no matter who you are, young or old and I'll
try my best to continue the story.

Usual disclaimer:
This is just a story and did not happen. It is actually based on a
dream I had recently. If you cannot distinguish between fantasy and
reality, or you are breaking some law in your own country, then do not
read on.


			   The Boy On The Train Part One.

I sat there in the train station, and looked at the message board. Next
train in 7 minutes. Not mine though. I was awaiting the 'Night Train'.
This was usually the last train of the evening, and the one I preferred
as I could catch a few hours sleep and wake refreshed at my
destination.

Let me tell you a little more about myself. My name's Steve and I am
Soldier in the British army. I'm 27, 5'11" and slim built. I'm not drop
dead gorgeous, but I'm not ugly either, just 'average'. I'm just about to
start 2 weeks 'leave' and am really looking forward to the change of
scenery, and the chance to indulge in my favourite pastime,
'Boy-Watching'. Yes I'm gay, but no one in the army knows it and I'd prefer
it to stay that way. It's not that I think it would be too much of a
problem in this day and age, but my preferences are, let's just say, males
who are not as old as me.

Anyway, here I was, sat on the cold metal bench surrounded by my army
bags. As this was the 'eighties' it was safe for me to wear my military
uniform in public, and to be honest I hadn't wasted anytime in getting
away from the Barracks, opting to stay in my uniform of camouflage
trousers and jacket.

A train started to pull into the station. I knew it wasn't mine so I
didn't move. Various people got off and a couple got on. No boys -
boring! I looked up at the board again - my night train was due in 5
minutes, great!

The train started to pull up to the station. There were around 6
carriages so I didn't think I'd have any trouble getting a seat despite
not having made a reservation (I'd also forgot that it was the end of
the summer break and there was likely to be a lot of families returning
home after their holidays).

The train stopped and I picked up my bags. A few people got off the
Train, then I climbed the steps to the carriage and got on board. A quick
glance at the luggage rack showed that there were a lot of people on
board. I looked down the carriage and tried to find an empty seat. I
couldn't see any until I spotted a set of 4 seats at the end of the
carriage. The train had already started moving again so I made my way
down the carriage. When I got to the empty seats I realised that they
were not actually `empty'. The seats were arranged in blocks of 4 (2 seats
facing each other with a table in the middle). One of the sets of
seats had 2 girls around 10/11yrs old, fast asleep with their heads
next to each other. On the other side of the table sat a boy who looked
about 11 or so. The boy was sat by himself, staring out the window,
with a rucksack on the seat next to him.

I asked the boy if the seat was taken. No response. I asked again,
"excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?". Still no response. I thought
this a little rude and I was about to ask a third time when a woman's
voice came from behind me. "Sorry love, you'll get no response from my
son when he's got those damn earphones in. Just give him a shake". I
looked around to see who had spoken to me and I saw a man,(who was
asleep)and a woman sat on the other side of the carriage. They
occupied 2 seats and the other side of the table was crammed with bags
and small suitcases. "Thanks, I could have been stood here all night!"
I smiled and turned back to the boy.

I leaned over and placed my hand on the boys shoulder and gave him a
gentle shake. Startled, the boy turned around and immediately took the
earphones out of his ears. "Sorry sir, I didn't see you there". Ah!,
what a sweet high pitched voice he had. And those eyes. Big light blue
eyes that made me stare longer than I should. "James, the man needs a
seat. Move your bag!" came the voice from (I presumed) his mother.

"Uh, sorry sir" the boy said and tried to make room for me. "Don't
worry mate, I'm sure we can make room" I said. At this the boy blushed
a deep red and smiled. Not sure why me saying that got that kind of
response, I thought. Anyway, I managed to get my own bags on the
overhead rack. James lifted the rucksack and placed it between the
window and himself. This wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but I
wasn't going to complain. I turned to the mother and said "There we go,
sorted". She smiled back then went back to the magazine she was
reading.

As I sat down I realised that there wasn't much room due to rucksack
and my right leg was pressed up against James's thigh. It was only then
that I noticed what he was wearing. Thin, loose shorts that stopped
just above the knee. No socks or shoes on (I think they had already
been discarded under the table). He also wore an oversize vest, a bit
like the ones basketball players wear, revealing plenty of chest and
underarm. His skin was tanned, probably due to many a day at the beach.
Not sure if I was going to get much sleep tonight!

James looked up at me again and smiled, clearly unfazed by my physical
contact. In fact I was sure he actually leaned into me a little, but
that might have just been my imagination! I put my hand out towards him
and introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Steve, and you must be James". He
giggled at this and replied "Course I am dufuss, you already know
that!". He took my hand and shook it, staring at me the whole time,
with that same beautiful smile. He kept hold of my hand longer than
usual and just stared. "Earth to James, you can let go now" I said. A
second later he let go and blushed again.

"Bet your sisters aren't always that quiet" I said looking over at the
sleeping angels. "Nah" he replied, "but they're o.k. really". "Are you
a real soldier Steve?". "How'd you guess?" I said grinning. James
blushed again and gently pushed my leg with his hand. "Dufuss" he said
and laughed a lovely sweet laugh. I chanced my luck and placed my hand
on his thigh and gently pushed him back. I left my hand there for a few
extra moments, enjoying the feel of his warm, smooth thigh. James just
laughed again, and didn't seem fazed by my touch. This intrigued me,
and I had to find out more.

We got talking and he told me he had just turned 13 & a half (He didn't
look a day over 10 or 11 max). As we were chatting James's mum got out
of her seat (over her snoring husband!) and came over. "James love, I'm
just popping to the loo, then I'm going to try and get some sleep o.k.?
You try and do the same, it's a long journey". "O.K. mum" James said
and giggled when his mum had gone down the other end of the carriage
where the toilets were. "What's so funny mate?" I asked. "Might try and
get some sleep? She'll be out of it in 10 minutes after she takes her
tablets!". I just smiled quizzically.

James's mum returned and sat down again, picking up her magazine. I
glanced over and had to do a double take, as I realised the name of the
magazine. `H & E'. My god, she's reading a naturist magazine! I turned
back to James who was looking over at his mum then back at me. "What's
wrong, have you never seen a naturist magazine before?" he asked
smiling. "Yeah, of course mate, just didn't expect it". James looked at
me quizzically. "Well, we are all naturists you know" he said matter of
fact. "Oh, that's nice" I said, not knowing what else to say. James
went on to tell me that they were returning home after spending the
summer at a local naturist camp. They'd been going all his life so it
all seemed so normal to him. He said that it's only times like this
that he has to wear clothes! (except at school and stuff).

"Have you ever been to a naturist camp before Steve?" he asked. "No" I
replied with a smile. "Don't think I could control it, you know" I said
pointing down at my crotch. Oh my God! what had I just said! I had felt
so comfortable talking to him that I almost forgot he was still just a
kid! Fearing the worst, I looked over at James with a nervous grin. "I
know what you mean" James said, "I can't seem to be
able to control mine these days". Shit! I thought, this is going to get
interesting.

Another half hour or so passed, and glancing over to James' parents
table, they both seemed to be flat out. I turned my head towards James
and saw that he was starting to nod off. Noticing how cramped (although
enjoyable!) it was on the seat with the two of us and his rucksack, I
offered to move it, "so you can get more comfortable if you want to
sleep". "O.K." he said and I stood up and leaned over him to pick up
the backpack. As I was doing this I glanced down and had a perfect view
inside his vest and the beautiful smooth chest within. I was trying to
lift it up when James tried to help by moving away from the pack, but
all he did was lean against me, his head almost level with my
camouflage covered crotch! "Oh God" I thought, "take it easy Steve,
calm down!". I concentrated on the job at hand and moved his rucksack
to the overhead storage rack.

James thanked me and flashed another of his stunning smiles. Have you
ever seen a photo of a boy with beautiful light blue eyes, flawless
skin and sparkling teeth and thought "wow!"? Well, that's what I was
thinking then. It was as if time had stood still and I was staring into
the face of an angel. "Earth to dufuss" James said. "Sorry, what?" I
said, suddenly realizing that I was staring too long again. James
laughed and put his hand on my leg about half way between my knee and
crotch and pushed me gently, laughing. God this kid is tactile, I
thought.

When I sat back down I expected James to move over towards the window
so he could have more room but instead he pulled his feet up onto the
seat and turned his body slightly so he almost had his back to me. He
turned his head and looked up at me smiling. "Hope you don't mind, but
I don't have a pillow!" With that he leaned against my side and sort of
snuggled in. "Cheeky little devil!" I said laughing, obviously not
wanting him to change his mind. Within 10 minutes James had closed his
eyes and looked like he had fallen asleep, his beautiful mouth slightly
open, inviting..

My mind was racing. I still couldn't quite believe that I had a
beautiful boy lying against me. A boy I had only just met. As I looked
over I scanned his body. Absolute perfection! I couldn't get my head
around the fact he was nearly 14 when he looked 3 or 4 years younger.

As I was looking at him, his chest rising and lowering ever so gently,
he moved his right hand and it landed just below his belly button. He
started lightly moving his hand around and slowly his vest rose,
revealing a lovely little `innie' belly button, surrounded by beautiful
smooth skin. I started to feel a bit nervous about the whole situation
and I looked around the carriage, but everyone seemed to be fast
asleep, including his parents and the two little girls opposite.

My body had obviously started to react to the closeness of this
beautiful creature, and I could feel my cock becoming hard at a rapid
rate. Within a minute, I was at full mast, my 6 inches throbbing in my
combat trousers. I quickly adjusted myself so it was pointing straight
up and I pulled the bottom of my jacket down to hide it. After a few
more minutes, James' hand started to move further down his belly and
over the top of his shorts waistband. He stopped when his hand was
right on top of what I presumed was his sweet little package.

My mouth was beginning to get dry and I could tell I was shaking. It
was like I was in some sort of surreal dream. Things like this don't
happen to people like me. I usually just have to rely on my
imagination. I was wondering what would happen next when James suddenly
started to rouse. But instead of waking up, he just moved his body so
his head was against the train window. He tried to stretch out his
legs, but obviously there wasn't enough room, so he lifted them
slightly and his feet came up and slid over my lap. He then settled
down and within a minute was clearly fast asleep again.

Oh my god. There I was, sitting on a train with an aching dick
stretching my combats, and added to that the bare feet of the most
beautiful boy I had ever seen were resting on my throbbing boner.

My dick twitched and I swear it made his feet rise. I panicked,
thinking he would feel that and wake up, but he was out of it. My arms
were down by my sides so I lifted my right arm (which was under his
knee) and placed it on the table in front of me. I looked down at his
feet. They weren't tiny, but still quite small for his age. Perfectly
formed, tanned like the rest of him and with toenails that were clean
and manicured. God this boy looks after himself (or some lucky person
does it for him!). Before I knew what I was doing I had gently placed
my right hand on his ankle. He didn't stir, so I became braver and
moved my hand ever so lightly over his foot and ankle. His skin was
warm and as smooth as silk. Checking that everyone else was still
asleep, I slowly moved my hand up past his ankle and over his lower
shin. Skin like silk, devoid of any hair. My hand went higher and
rested on his knee. I hesitated, thinking that I had gone too far.

I looked over to his face. Long eyelashes covering his bright blue
eyes. His mouth moist, slightly open, inviting. My dick twitched again and
I slowly moved my hand inch by inch up past his knee, over his thigh. His
legs were still bent slightly so his loose shorts had risen up and were
scrunched together at the top of his legs (hiding the treasure beneath). I
began to slowly stroke his thigh up and down, getting a little bit higher
each time. Soon my fingers were at the top of his exposed thigh and were
touching the material of his shorts. I wished that his shorts weren't all
bunched up so I could continue my exploring. As if he had read my mind, he
opened his legs a little. The material stayed were it was, leaving an
inviting little gap. My hand gently moved up and my fingers tentatively
found their way inside his shorts. His skin seemed even smoother, if that
were possible and the heat radiated against my hand. By this time, my heart
was beating so loud and I felt like I was going to `come' inside my
combats. I moved my index finger around and soon came into contact with his
small, smooth (and very warm) balls. My heart was beating so fast I felt
like it was in my mouth.  I swear I had never been so nervous, and horny,
in my life.

I stopped, fearful that he would wake up and the shit would hit the
fan. Looking around, everyone was still fast asleep, including this angel
on my lap. I was pondering whether to go any further when James squirmed
again, clamping his legs shut. My hand was trapped between James legs,
halfway up his shorts!  Oh crap! I thought, what do I do now? If I pull my
hand away, James would surely wake up and I'd be busted. Again, as if he
could read my mind, James opened his legs again, wider this time. My first
thought was to take my hand away.  However, lust (and my aching, throbbing
boner) decided against this.

As James' legs were quite wide apart this afforded me easier access, so I
started to move my hand until it was completely over his ball sack. God, I
couldn't believe how much heat this boy was radiating. I gently caressed
his soon to be 'baby makers' feeling the walnut size balls inside. I became
more adventurous, and moved my hand, ever so slowly, upwards.

Expecting to find a small, flaccid preteen cock (well, as I say, he did
look about 10 or 11), I was very surprised to come into contact with a
long, thin boner! I put the palm of my hand over the length of it and
guessed it to be between 4-5 inches. It was so soft to the touch yet firm
as I pressed my hand down. My hand moved up the length of his cock and I
discovered that he wasn't circumcised (this was quite common in England).

Nervously, I took hold of the top of his cock and slowly pulled the skin
down to expose his little cock head. As I did this, James started stirring
and I froze. He murmured something and his cock twitched in my fingers, his
legs opening even further.  Oh God! If only I could have videoed this! My
cock was throbbing like crazy and I could feel my pre-cum oozing out and
through my combat trousers (this wasn't helped by the fact James' heel was
pressing down, directly on my cock head).

Just then, I heard the automatic door to the carriage open. I looked down
the isle and saw the ticket inspector moving down the train. In a panic I
quickly moved my hand off James' cock and out of his shorts. I Moved my
hands to my left and pretended that I was asleep.  I felt the air as the
inspector came past and heard the door behind me open then close.  Opening
my eyes, I looked around to check again that everyone was still asleep. All
seemed ok, and James had closed his legs again. My cock was still rock
hard, especially with his beautiful little foot resting on it, so I decided
that I needed to `take care of things' if you catch my drift. Gently, I
lifted James' feet from my lap and eased myself out of the seat.  As I put
his feet back down he immediately drew them up towards him and curled into
a ball.  I briefly gazed at this beautiful Adonis of a boy and with
another throb of my cock, headed for the toilet.

Once inside, I locked the door, and pulled down my combat trousers. My
boxers were wet through with all the pre-cum James had made me produce. I
quickly pulled them down, exposing my throbbing, sticky cock. About 3
seconds later, I exploded with a force like never before, splattering the
toilet with volley after volley. My legs felt like jelly and I nearly
collapsed.  About 2 minutes passed and I slowly opened my eyes. That had to
be the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced and I'd hardly had to touch
my cock!

After cleaning up I headed back to my seat. James was still in the same
position. I thought he might get cold so I took off my combat jacket and
carefully placed it over him. I couldn't resist stroking his beautiful,
golden hair which felt so soft to the touch. I sat back down and looked at
my watch. 12.30am. I closed my eyes and within a couple of minutes was fast
asleep with a big smile on my face.

I awoke quite suddenly, to the feeling of something pressing into my
leg. When I opened my eyes I realised that James was stretching his
beautiful smooth legs, obviously in the process of waking up.  I was
bursting to go to the loo, and had one of those morning erections (you all
know what I mean!). So I eased myself off the seat and headed for the
loo. Quickly, I entered the toilet and shut the door. Standing over the loo
I unzipped and pulled out my almost fully erect cock and tried to
piss. This was harder said than done as my cock was just too stiff to allow
me to piss. So I stood there with my eyes closed, trying to will my
erection down. A few seconds later there was a noise behind me as someone
was trying the door handle. I quickly remembered that I hadn't locked the
door as I had been in such a hurry. "It's occupied" I yelled out hoping
that this would suffice. A voice outside said "It's me, James. Please let
me in, I'm bursting!" "I won't be a minute" I replied, but James replied
"Please let me in, I can't wait any longer!"

Well, what was I to do? I knew James knew it was me as he'd said his
name. But all the same, should I really let a 13 year old boy into the loo
with me, on a crowded train? Anyway, while I was pondering this the door
opened and in burst James, shutting the door behind him, and locking it! "I
told you it's only me dufuss!" he said. Realising I still had a half erect
cock in my hands, I moved discreetly sideways. "No need to be shy Steve, me
and my dad always pee together". James then proceeded to chuck down his
loose shorts and fished out his cock. As we both stood over the urinal, I
couldn't resist carefully glancing down to see the beautiful object I had
fondled earlier.

Between his thumb and forefinger was the most stunning boy cock you could
ever imagine, standing at full mast, all 4.5 inches of it. I moved my eyes
up his body and when I got to his face I realised he was looking straight
at me with a big grin on his face! "See you have the same problem as me in
the morning" he said, then glanced down at my cock which had rose again to
it's full 6 inches. I felt my heart beating faster and I swear I blushed. I
couldn't believe he was so comfortable with all this. Yes, I know he'd been
a naturist all his life, but it still didn't make things any easier for me!

Laughing nervously I looked back at James and saw he was still looking at
my cock, which was making no attempt to go down. "Yours is really big
Steve" he said, not taking his eyes of mine and his hand off his. "Not
really" I said, "It's pretty average for an adult". "And anyways, yours is
a good size for your age" I added. Did I just say that? I meant to just
'think' it! James just beamed that beautiful smile up at me saying nothing.

A moment or two passed and then James managed to start peeing into the
toilet (despite still apparently having a boner).  A minute later and he
was done, shaking off the drops (which made my cock twitch again). He then
pulled up his shorts and left saying "I'll leave you to it" half
laughing. Well that was all unexpected! He was clearly so at ease with his
body in a way I could never be. But anyway, back to the task in hand
(pardon the pun). My cock had started to deflate and I managed to go at
long last. Washing my hands I headed back to the carriage.

When I got back I noticed that James' mum was awake and he was talking to
her. "Morning Steve" she said, "sleep all right?"  "Yes thanks" I said,
"although your son wriggles around a lot!" She laughed and James smiled and
blushed. "He's not stopped talking about you these last 10 minutes". Fuck!
What had he said? Was I about to get busted? Unlikely, as she seemed
genuinely happy and comfortable with me. My face must have portrayed my
thoughts as she said "Don't worry, it's all good!" I smiled nervously and
sat down. James immediately leaned in against me. His mum told him to stop
bothering me, but it was said in a half hearted way. "He's a very tactile
boy, my son. Hope you don't mind". Mind? I bloody loved it!  "No, he's
fine. He's a great lad, all credit to you" I replied.

We chatted for a while and I told her about my life in the army (James was
rapt with attention at this, like a puppy looking up at it's owner). He
then said to his mum that he'd told me all about the family being
naturists. I wasn't sure how his mum would react to this, but she surprised
me by saying, "Oh, he's always telling anyone who'll listen!" Have you ever
considered it?" she enquired. I told her that apart from skinny dipping as
a youngster and sunbathing nude a couple of times, that was it. "You should
try it, it's wonderful and once you've tried it you'll never look back" she
said. I said that I had considered it a few times (lies), but thought it
would look weird if a single male tried to go to a naturist camp. She said
that people often think that and that it was such a shame. "How on earth
are people meant to see if they like it if they're not given the chance?"
"I know some people think it's a bit risky letting single males into camps,
but to be honest, it's no more risky than anything else in this
world". "Besides, you seem like a nice young man, and James certainly seems
to have taken a shine to you!" Both James and I smiled and I felt him press
himself more into me. As the table in front of James and I was above waist
high, his mum didn't see James lift his left leg and place it over my
right. Was he just being tactile, or was there more to it?

Pretty soon, the whole family was awake as was most of the carriage. I
asked if anyone would like a drink as I was going to the food
carriage. James immediately piped up "Can I go with you?" His mum told him
that he couldn't as she wanted to have a word with him. His face dropped,
but he didn't say anything. So off I went to get a coffee. There was quite
a queue on account of a lot of people waking up and wanting a caffeine
boost so it was nearly 20 minutes later by the time I got back to my
seat. When I sat down, James and his mum and dad were looking at me. They
didn't seem upset or anything so I couldn't read anything into it. Plus,
James seemed to be in a state of happy anticipation. 'Strange', I
thought. James' dad introduced himself.  "Hi Steve, I'm Mike, pleased to
meet you. Hope my snoring didn't keep you awake!" No, the only thing that
kept me awake was your sexy young son, I thought to myself. We chatted for
a few minutes then Mike asked if he could have a word. I said "no problem"
and followed him out of the carriage. "Don't worry mate" he said "I just
didn't want to embarrass you or put you 'on the spot'.  "What do you mean?"
I asked. "Well, to cut a long story short Steve, we were wondering if you'd
like to accompany us on our next holiday to the naturist resort?" Now that
was something I didn't expect! I tried to act calmly and said that I'd
spoken with his wife (Sue) and said that I thought single males didn't
really 'fit in' at those places. "Rubbish!" Mike said, "How do you think I
started?". "If it helps there's two reasons why I think you should
come. One, you'd be helping me out as I'd have an excuse to get away from
the wife every now and then", rolling his eyes and smiling as he said
this. "And two, my boy James seems to think highly of you, and I know my
son, he's usually a good sense of character!" "I'm not too sure, Mike" I
replied. "Oh, come on" Mike said, "You'd love it and to be honest, I think
you'd be a good influence on James. He's at that sort of age, you know what
I mean, when he's starting to grow up". "I'm no good at all that stuff"
Mike added. "He'd be able to talk to you, and you're much closer to his age
and he wouldn't be as embarrassed as with his old dad". I said that it
might be ok, and that I'd check my diary to see when I next had 'leave'
from the army.

When we got back to the seats, James was upright on his knees, looking from
his dad to me, and back again. I got my diary out and looked at the
dates. "Mike, when did you say you were going again?"  Mike told me the
dates and by the most amazing, beautiful stroke of luck, it coincided with
my next break. "Yeah, that would be great, as I'm off work then as well" I
said. Just as I said that James shouted "Yeah!" punching the air, bouncing
up and down on his knees. "Calm down son" his dad said laughing, and James
realised how 'over the top' his response must have appeared. He sat back
down, blushing. I gave him a nudge smiling. "Dufuss!" I said and he pushed
me back with a big grin, showing his lovely white teeth.

Well, that was settled then. I was going to go to a naturist camp with a
family I hardly knew, and would get to see the most beautiful boy ever, in
all his glory the whole time! Could this get any better? I thought about
the events of the past 12 hours, and how this could be a turning point in
my life. For years, I had looked at boys from afar, admiring their
beauty. Then suddenly, I came into contact with James, sweet innocent
James, who just appeared to be an affectionate boy who had been brought up
to not be ashamed of his body unlike the rest of us. I was smitten, or was
it lust (or both) and I couldn't wait!

We exchanged addresses and contact numbers etc. and before I knew it, there
was a tannoy announcement that the next stop was mine.  It also turned out
to be theirs as well, as they had to change trains to finish their
journey. We all eventually got off and I thanked James parents for the
offer, saying I was looking forward to it (not half!). Mike and I shook
hands, and Sue came up and hugged me (now I know where James gets it
from!). I ruffled the two girls hair and they shyly smiled back up at
me. James stuck out his hand (disappointingly) and I shook it. Then they
all picked up their bags and started to head off along to their platform. I
was waving them off when after about 50 feet, they all stopped. James said
something to his mum then turned and ran back towards me. He ran straight
into my arms and gave me a big hug, holding on as if his life depended on
it. "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 was wrong, things certainly CAN get better!


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whatever your age (I'm broad minded!), and don't forget to add a pic if you
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