Date: Sat, 24 Dec 2011 15:05:52 -0800 (PST)
From: John <amateurishwriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Christmas Choir Train

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Author's Note: Here's a Christmas gift for Nifty's readers.
I wrote it quickly, with only two proof readings, so please forgive any
obvious errors, particularly in punctuation and grammar.  Enjoy!
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The Christmas Choir Train

Introduction

I'm a single, never married, retired businessman of 59 years of age, 5 foot
11 inches and 225 pounds with gray hair, blue eyes and a bit of a gut.
Physically, I'm not much of a catch for the young guys unless older
gentlemen are your thing.  Not that I try very hard to find anyone, as I
enjoy my retired life and hobbies, one of which is watching young lads of
middle school age whenever I get the chance.

This year I wanted to do something different for Christmas.  With my family
spread out all over the country, the last few Christmases I had chosen to
stay in my home down south in the balmy snowless weather.  But this year,
in a moment of insanity, I had realized that I missed snow and white
Christmases.

So, I set about researching some adventurous options and eventually
discovered something that would fulfill a number of my interests; The
Christmas Choir Train.

What interests are those you ask?  Why trains, New England countryside,
snowy winter scenes, Christmas music and, of course, boys.  Yes, boys, and
it's an all boy choir.  Every year the New England Boy Choir, made up of
6th to 8th grade middle school lads, heads over to Portland, Maine to board
a special train that makes a number of stops about New England for
Christmas concerts.

The week before Christmas the train leaves Portland, making stops in
Boston, Springfield, White River Junction, Burlington and St. Albans.  At
each stop the choir gives one or two concerts.  Then they return home by
bus or car.  The train is put together just for the choir and is also used
as a choir fund raising opportunity.  It's made up of a sleeper car for the
boys, three private compartment cars, one for choir staff and two for
contributing supporters of the choir, a lounge and dining car with a full
bar and kitchen and a train staff dormitory car.


Chapter One - Portland

My call to the choir master was eagerly received as I promised, along with
the booking fare for a compartment on the train, an additionally pledged
contribution with the idea of possibly becoming a regular annual passenger
on the train.  My own eagerness was the prospect of enjoying the singing of
the lads and, of course, watching them as much as possible.  After all,
what could be more fun then the antics of pubescent middle school boys
being boys?

The day before the train was to depart I flew up to Portland and took a
room for the night at the Hilton Garden Inn.  There I discovered that many
of the boys from the choir were also staying, spending a last night with
their parents before they returned to their homes on Christmas Eve.  It was
at the swimming pool, where I was taking a late afternoon dip, that I
spotted a lad of about 14.  He was about 5 foot 6 inches tall, slim, with
brown hair and strikingly intense brown eyes.  I could tell that he was
well into puberty as his swim suit clearly showed a nice fullness.

He had a pleasant look about him but didn't seem to smile or laugh much as
he interacted with some of the other boys.  I couldn't decide if he was
just bored or possibly even a bit unhappy about being on the trip.  At one
point he swam close by me and I smiled at him.  He didn't smile back.

Later, as I was drying off, he walked by and I stopped him to ask, "Are you
with the choir?"

He looked at me, again without a smile, replied, "Yes sir," and walked on.

I looked after him and shook my head thinking that he didn't seem very
happy.

After a light supper in the bar, I sat and read a while in the lobby.  Many
of the boys were all milling around and talking amongst themselves, some
were reading and one lad was using the lobby computer looking up the
weather.  I didn't see the boy I'd spoken to in the pool.  As it got later
I made a trip to the lobby men's room.  As I got to the urinal I heard
someone else enter and then the boy from the pool pulled up next to me as
there were only two urinals.

His urinal was the kind that was lower so little guys could use it and he
was seemly being bothered by it, so I automatically took a quick glance
over.

"What are you looking at?" He glowered at me.

Being a little flustered by his reaction I mumbled. "Nothing much."

"What'd you say?" He demanded.

Still further flustered I replied, "Sorry, I didn't mean ... er, well, you
seem a bit, I don't know, unhappy?"

He gave me an angry look. "You hittin' on me mister?"

"Is that what you want?"  I stammered, "er, think?"

"Are you lookin' for trouble?"

"No son. I didn't mean anything."

"I'm not your son!" He declared, zipped up and walked out without even
washing his hands.

I worried that maybe this whole thing was a mistake.  If the kid said
something I'd be unable to prove that I had no unseemly intent.  I went
back to my room and tried to get some sleep but only slept fitfully.

In the morning I organized all my things to be ready to head over to the
transportation center and board the train.  Then I went to the cafe for
breakfast.  The place was alive with choir boys and their families.  Some
had finished and were leaving for the train and others were, like myself,
just arriving to eat.  No one accosted me with accusations so I assumed
that the boy last night had calmed down and forgotten the unfortunate
incident in the men's room.

I enjoyed watching the boys in the cafe and marveled at their variety.
Blond, brown, black and red hair, blue, brown and green eyes, short, tall,
average, skinny, stocky and chubby.  Most were white with a few Asian,
African American, and Hispanic lads.  If I were shopping and had to choose
just one, I'd be hard pressed to decide.


Chapter Two - The Christmas Choir Train

After breakfast I washed up back at the room, grabbed my overnight and
laptop bags, checked out of the hotel and took a cab over to the
transportation center in downtown Portland.  The center was a bustle of
activity with people catching busses and trains off on their own holiday
trips to who knew where.  The airport had been just as busy yesterday.
Once I found the check-in windows for the trains and got my ticket, I
headed for the waiting room.  There I enjoyed watching many of the boys
from the hotel saying their goodbyes to their families.  Across the room I
spied the lad from the pool and bathroom.  He was just giving his mom and
dad a hug.  I smiled to myself as he watched them leave.  Just as they went
out the door he glanced around and our eyes met.  He looked for a moment
and then, as he looked away I could see the hint of a smile on his face.

I was wondering just what that smile might have meant when the public
address system announced that our train was ready for boarding.  Many of
the kids cheered and those whose parents were still with them, made their
hasty goodbyes to keep up as their friends headed for the train.

Boarding was naturally bedlam as first we had to find our car and then our
place in that car.  Boys had sleeper berths to find and the staff and the
supporters had to find their compartments.  The train was laid out from the
engine, next back to the staff compartment car, then the sleeper for the
boys, followed by the two supporters' compartment cars, the lounge and
dining car and, lastly, the train staff dormitory car.

My compartment was in the middle of the car right behind the boys' sleeper.
I liked that because it meant they would be going back and forth to the
lounge and dining car right past my door.  I'd be able to enjoy the parade
of boyhood throughout the ride.

My compartment was on the right side of the train with the passageway being
on the left side.  The door to it opened to the left up against a very
narrow closet.  Just in from the closet was a phone booth sized bathroom
with shower.  You stood in the bathroom while you showered so it was best
to do everything you needed to beforehand because everything got wet in the
tiny space.  Beyond the bath booth, as I called it, on the left was a small
desk like space with a mirror filling the small wall area.  On the outside
wall of the bath booth, at the desk, towels and wash cloths were hung.  The
right end of the desk was the outside wall of the car and it was all
window.

To the right of the entry door was a sofa like seat that ran from the door
to the window which, thankfully, had heavy drawable curtains for privacy.
Above the seat was what looked to be a fold down upper berth.  I would not
be needing it.  I later learned that the seat of the sofa slid out with the
back rest coming down, lying flat and making about a three quarter width
twin bed.  The crew member who took care of our car would come around as we
were eating supper and make up our beds for us.

It didn't take me long to get settled in.  I noticed that there was an
electrical outlet just over the desk with a sign saying it was household
current and safe for computers and chargers.  The car also came with WiFi
which was a pleasant surprise.

Just then I heard boys.  I'd left the door open and grinned as they
excitedly passed, curiously looking in.  A few smiled back but scampered
on, surely exploring.  Then I heard someone walking at a slower pace.  As
he got to my door I saw that it was the lad I'd crossed paths with earlier
at the hotel.  He stopped and looked in.

"Hi." I said.

He looked left and right. "Boy, they sure do make the most of the space.
Makes me think of a small boat."

Glad that he didn't seem angry anymore, I chuckled. "You should see the
bathroom.  I call it the bath booth.  Go ahead.  Take a look."

The lad stepped in just far enough to open the door and take a quick peek
in the bathroom.  "Geez, and you shower in there too?"

I laughed, "Supposedly.  I'll need a shoehorn to get in and out though."

He shook his head with a chuckle and turned to leave.  Then he turned
back. "I'm sorry I got angry last night.  I didn't really mind.  You just
surprised me is all."

I was surprised then myself but smiled. "Thanks for saying that but I
didn't really ... well I wasn't, ah, you know."

"I saw you watching all the other boys and ..." He looked down
shyly. "Well, I really wouldn't mind if ..." and didn't finish what didn't
need saying.

It had just dawned on me.  He was hitting on me, not the other way `round.
I decided to take a gamble.  "What's your name?"

"Ryan," he replied.

"You can call me John, Ryan." I smiled trying to be reassuring.

"Okay, ah, John."

 Again, trying to make him at ease, I said, "Well, if you ever need someone
to talk with you know where my compartment is.  I will probably be up
late."

He shuffled a bit and turned to the door. "I better catch up with the
guys."

"Okay, and thanks again for not being angry."


Chapter Three - Boston

The train arrived in Boston just after lunch and in time for the choir to
change and make its first performance that afternoon.  They looked
wonderful in their brightly colored Christmas outfits and, as expected,
sang like angels.  Afterwards, there was a reception for local supporters
so they could meet some of the boys and, of course, be gently pressured for
more contributions.  I took that opportunity to do a quick tour of
historical Boston and take in the beautiful Christmas decorations.

I got back to the train at about 5:30 p.m. as supper was to start being
served at 6:30 p.m.  It was served in two shifts to accommodate everyone.
I had expected that the adults would eat after the boys.  However, the plan
was to mix us all up so that supporters could meet the boys and the staff
and get to know them a little.  I'm sure that this was in the hopes of
increasing contributions and I couldn't find any fault with neither the
logic nor my own more growing lustful thoughts.

Boys never cease to amaze me in their vast variety.  The boys I met over
supper ranged from shy to gregarious but all seemed to be polite and well
mannered.  One shy lad, named Russell, was big for his age of 12.  And, one
gregarious boy I particularly liked was an Asian lad named Tan.  He was a
little guy at maybe 4 foot 10 inches and no more than 90 pounds.  I was
surprised when he proudly announced that he was nearly 14.  Both were honor
students as he explained most of the boys in the choir were.

After both rounds of supper were over, the train staff cleaned up and the
dining car became a lounge of sorts.  I hung around awhile getting to know
some of the choir staff and fellow contributors.  The boys had a 9 o'clock
curfew and a bed check at 10:00 p.m.

I enjoyed an after dinner drink in the hopes it would help me relax after
last night's going nearly sleepless.  Then I said my good nights and left
for my compartment.  After the boys bed check the choir staff retired to
their own compartments leaving just the train crew to see to any
passengers' needs.  This included keeping an eye on the boys.  But, boys
being boys, I'm sure they had other plans.

It was about 10:30 p.m. when I heard a soft but urgent tapping on my door.
I was sitting on my made up bed and using my laptop, dressed in sweat pants
and a T-shirt.  Being decent enough I called out, "Come in."

The door opened quickly and Ryan slipped in, closing it behind him.  He was
dressed in medium blue flannel pajamas with red race cars on them.  They
looked to be just about out grown as they were rather snug fitting. I could
see a damp spot next to one of the red race cars by his fly.

"You okay Ryan?" I asked.

"Yeah," he replied almost in a whisper.  "Can I ask you somethin'?"

"Sure."

"I see you watchin' us and was wonderin' ..."

Knowing full well now where this was headed, I asked, "Wondering what
Ryan?"

"Well, were you, ah, you know, in the men's room ... I mean ..."  He
trailed off and looked down at his bare feet.

"No, honestly Ryan, I wasn't."

"Oh." He sounded disappointed.  "You don't like me?"

I smiled, "I don't really know you Ryan."

"Oh, no, I mean, well, how I look."

Again I smiled, "I think you like very nice Ryan."

"Well, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to ..."  Again he trailed off in his
self-consciousness.

"Wanted to what?" I asked trying to draw him out.

"You know."  And he glanced down again and half gestured towards his
crotch.

"Yes," I responded seriously. "I know but you need to say it."

"Touch me there."  He whispered and turned as bright red as the race cars
on his PJ's.

This whole time he'd been standing just inside the door.  I motioned him
closer and he tentatively took a few steps toward me.  I motioned him
closer again and then he moved to stand just to my left as I sat up on the
edge of my bunk.  I reached up with my left hand and he flinched a little
but I place my hand on his right hip and urged him to move in front of me.
He moved and I looked up at his face.  He was still looking down at his
feet.

I raised my hand up in front of him and said, "Take my hand and place it
where you want me to touch you."

After a momentary hesitation he took my hand in his trembling right hand
and brought it to the fly of his pajamas and pressed it against his boyhood
package.  Then he let go.  With all his tenseness, I wasn't at all
surprised that he didn't have a hardon.  I moved my hand up and down so my
palm rubbed him and his penis began to harden.  I could hear him catch his
breath.

Soon he was clearly uncomfortable as his cock was now hard but restricted
by his tight pajama pants.  "You want to readjust yourself Ryan?"

He reached down into his pants and, with a shrug of his hips and a movement
of his hand, he turned his boner so it was pointing up his belly.  Then he
removed his hand, reached for mine and replaced it so I could continue
rubbing him.  He sighed in pleasure.

"Feel good?" I asked, knowing full well it felt great.

"Oh yeah," he sighed again.

"You know Ryan," I said, "if you cum in your pajamas you'll have a problem
explaining it.  And, it wont be too nice having to sleep in crusty PJ's the
rest of the trip."

He chuckled slightly and replied, "Yeah, I was wondering about that."

"I can stop if you want me to." I teased.

"No!" Was his quick response.  "I mean, well, could you ... or I could, ah,
take it out."

I looked up at him and was pleased to see that this time he was looking at
me and with a hopeful look on his face.  I smiled, "Sure, take it out."

With that he started to unbutton his fly but I reached up and stopped him.
Then I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his PJ's and slid them down.
His hardon popped up and pointed right at my nose.  We both giggled a
little.  Then I reached up and wrapped my hand around him.  He shuddered
and gasped softly.  I ran my thumb over the head of his penis and he gasped
again.

There was some precum on the tip of his cock and I gently spread it around.
"Oh God!" he exclaimed. "That feels so awesome."

I began to slowly move my hand up and down his shaft.  He was circumcised,
had a little hair just above his cock which was about 5 inches long and
maybe an inch and a quarter thick.  His balls were hairless and about the
size of golf balls.

His hips began to move with my stroking rhythm. I slowed a little. "You
know, I'm still worried you might make a mess when you cum.  Any ideas
Ryan?"  My face was just maybe a foot from the tip of his cock and as I
looked up at him I licked my lips.

He looked at me and then at his cock. "Well, could you, I mean would you,
ah, s ... sss ... su ..."

"Suck you?" I asked.

He gave a great sigh.  "Yes.  Oh yes, please.  I gotta cum so bad."

I gently bent his cock down so it was pointed at my mouth and took a swipe
at the tip with my tongue.  He shuddered.  His precum tasted almost sweet
and I went back for more.  Then I took him in about halfway and laved my
tongue all around the head of his cock.  He tasted and smelled like boy,
adolescent boy, and I loved it so.

My hands found their way around behind him and I cupped his soft round butt
cheeks.  He moaned.  I worked my mouth and tongue as I moved up and down
sucking hard on his boy cock.  I could feel his balls on my chin as I took
him into the back of my throat and swallowed.  He began to tense and I knew
he was close.  Then he came.  With a deep grunt and then some high pitched
moans, the boy unloaded his boy juice into my mouth.  It tasted wonderful
as I swallowed I held him deep in my mouth as I continued to feel his nice
ass.

Slowly he regained his breath and gently pulled away.  I swallowed what was
left of his sweet cum, wiped my mouth with my hand and looked up at him.
He gave me a very satisfied smile.

"That was awesome." He whispered.

"Yeah, it sure was." I agreed.  "You have a real nice cock and your cum
tastes great."

"Thanks." He muttered.

"You have a nice bum too." I complemented hopefully.

"He giggled. "Thanks but I'm not into that."

I laughed and added. "That's okay but you still have a nice ass."

He slipped his PJ bottoms back up and then asked, "If someone else wanted
to come see you would that be okay?"

"Maybe," I said guardedly.

The boy seemed a bit bolder now. "Well, I bet a number of the boys would
love to get sucked off but I might know one who might like you to play with
his butt."

Throwing caution to the wind, I asked, "Who would that be?"

"Well, I'd have to see if he's interested first.  I'll let you know
tomorrow or the next day."

"Okay."

He turned to leave and then stopped.  "Can I come back tomorrow night
John?"

I laughed. "I'd be pleased Ryan."

"Cool."  He smiled.  "Oh, you going to be up a while?"

"A little while.  Why?"

"Maybe someone else would like to cum."  I giggled at his joke.

I smiled. "If my light is out he's too late.  Okay?"

"Fair deal." He smiled.  "See ya' and thanks."

"No, thank you Ryan."

He opened the door a crack, peeked out and then quickly slipped away back
to the sleeper car.

It wasn't 15 minutes before there was another soft tapping on my door
again.

"Come in." I said softly.

In tiptoed a boy who couldn't have been more than 12.  He was cute as a
button, maybe 4 foot 8 inches and 80 pounds, with red hair and green eyes.
His pug nose and cheeks were awash with freckles.  He turned to quietly
close the door.  As he did I could see an obvious tent in his cute Sponge
Bob pajamas.

"And what's your name my boy?"

"S ... Sh ... Sean." He answered very shyly.

"You want something?" I teased.

"Yes please." He said politely.

"And what would that be?" I continued to tease.

"Ryan said that you would ... I mean ... can I have what Ryan had?" Just
like Ryan, he was now looking at his bare feet.

I motioned to him. "C'mere Young man.  Stand right close in front of me."

He came closer continuing to tiptoe.  It was very cute.  I reached up and
put a hand on each hip. He tensed and I thought he was going to bolt but
then he relaxed and let me draw him closer.

"Wh ... what sh ... should I d ... do now?" He mumbled.

"Would you like to slip your pants down?"

He raised his shirt and held it up under his chin.  Then he hooked his
thumbs in his waistband and pushed down.  His boyhood popped free and
slapped his tummy.  He giggled and looked up at me.

"You have a nice one Sean."

"Thanks." He whispered.  "You gonna do it now?"

"Sure."  I couldn't tease him anymore.  His boner was so sweet looking.  It
was about 3 and a half inches and maybe as thick as my middle finger.  He
was totally smooth but I was surprised to see that his balls had started to
descend.

"Have you ever done this before Sean?'

"N ... no.  But I've dreamt about it a lot."

His boner was staring me in the face so I leaned forward and kissed the
tip.  The lad giggled. "That feels funny."

Then I licked the tip and he shuddered with pleasure.  I slid my hands
around to hold his buns as I let his cock into my mouth.  I wrapped my
tongue around it and buried my nose in his tummy.  He moaned softly, "Oh
man.  That feels so awesome."

I sucked hard and withdrew halfway then I took him back all the way in.
Slowly I suckled on him and moved my hands over his nice smooth round
bottom letting my fingers go down along his crack.

The boy's breaths got shorter and more rapid.  I reached a little farther
and slipped my middle finger between his cheeks to his tight little hole.
I wiggled the tip of my finger there and he squirmed.  Then he let out a
little high pitched squeak and his dick began to twitch in my mouth.  I was
pleased to taste a tiny bit of cum.

I held him close and could feel his tummy moving in and out as he tried to
regain his breath.  I pulled off his still very hard boner and licked his
balls and the crevices where his thighs met his body.  My finger lingered
at his hole.

When he'd calmed down a bit I looked up at him and smiled.  "Good?" I
asked.

"Oh man." He sighed. "That was so great.  It felt the best ever."

Still holding his buns, I smiled. "I tasted your cum."

"Really!  Wow!" He gave me a big smile. "That was the first time I had
anything come out then.  I think your finger tickling my hole did it."  I
laughed. "Maybe it did.  I've know that many boys like a finger inside
their hole when they come.  You can do it yourself when you beat off."

"Oh cool.  I can't wait to try that."

"Okay young man, I think you better get back to the sleeper before you're
missed."

The boy pushed in between my knees and threw his arms around me in a big
hug. "Thanks, that was so fun."  Then he kissed me on the cheek.

I reached down and helped him pull up his PJ pants.  I noticed that an
image of Sponge Bob was right over his young boy package.  My evil mind
conjured up nasty perverted thoughts.  I patted him on his sweet butt and
said, "Goodnight Sean."

He grinned back at me.  "You like my butt?"

"I sure do," I laughed.  And I like your boner too."

He giggled and smiled at me.  Then still tiptoeing, he headed for the door,
opened it a crack, peeked outside, wiggled his butt at me with another
little giggle and slipped out into the passageway.

After a rather enthusiastic orgasm of my own, I slid into my bunk and was
asleep in minutes.


Chapter Four - Springfield

The following morning I awoke with the breakfast announcement on the public
address system.  I shaved and brushed my teeth, putting a shower off until
I felt more confident about the bath booth.  Then I hurried along to the
dining car.  I didn't see Ryan or Sean among the boys having breakfast.
They could have already eaten or, more likely, were sleeping in after last
nights pleasures.

The train crew announced that the train would be leaving Boston for
Springfield in 15 minutes.  I found a table and sat down to enjoy a nice
breakfast and watch the city scape when we started west.  Just after I
ordered the train lurched and then slowly pulled out of the station.

While I waited for my breakfast I noticed a few boys come into the dining
car.  Tan, the Asian lad that I'd met yesterday, was one of them and the
minute he saw me he smiled and waved.  I couldn't keep my eyes off him as
he walked toward me dodging around people going the other way in the aisle.
He wore some old faded jeans which he was surely out growing fast.  They
displayed a significant bulge in the front, almost out of proportion for
his size, but then I remembered that he had proudly announced that he was
nearly 14.

When he got to me he asked, "Can I sit with you?"

I was pleased as I liked his enthusiastic outlook and bubbly nature, not to
mention that he was cute and very sexy.  "Sure Tan, I'd be happy to have
you."

As he turned to sit opposite me I caught a quick peek at his bum.  It was
beautiful and I suddenly found myself wishing that he was the lad that Ryan
had mentioned might like some butt play.

He sat and gave me a big grin.  "Thanks.  Did you sleep well?"

I was surprised.  That's wasn't the kind of question I would have expected
a kid to ask.  "Fine thanks.  You?"

He laughed and his dark Asian eyes sparkled.  "It was noisy at first in the
sleeper.  You know it's just a bunch of double-decker bunks with curtains.
Guys were talking, whispering, giggling and laughing.  Making jokes about
guys doing stuff when their curtains were closed."

I laughed. "Well, that's part of being a boy, especially away from parents
and such."

"Yeah."  He looked around to see if anyone could hear.  "I noticed a couple
guys sneaking out too."

"Oh yeah?" I was interested in what he thought they were up to.  "Did they
sneak out together?"

"Nah." He had a confident look in his eye. "First one kid snuck out and was
gone maybe 20 minutes.  When he came back he stopped to say something to
another kid and then that kid snuck out and was gone about 15 minutes."

At that point the waitress interrupted by serving my breakfast.  Then she
looked at Tan. "And what would you like for breakfast sweetheart?"

The boy boldly looked right at me and said, "I like what he likes."

The waitress smiled. "Okay sweetie.  I'll have that for ya' in no time."

I proceeded to eat my breakfast while wondering if there was anything to
what Tan had just said.  He was distracted by the change in scenery outside
as we'd passed out of the city and could see that there had been snow
overnight out here in the country.  In between bites I watched his face as
he enjoyed the views.  He was really quite handsome.  Besides his very cute
facial features, I loved his medium long black hair which hung just over
his ears and down his forehead.  It looked soft and gleamed in the light.
I had the sudden desire to burry my nose in his hair and breath in its
sent.

"Whatcha lookin' at?"  He'd caught me while I was off in my own world.

"Huh? Oh, I was just wondering about the concert this afternoon."

"Uh huh."  He grinned and turned back to looking out the window, his grin
softening.

Shortly, the waitress arrived with his breakfast.  "Here ya' go sweetie."

Tan dove in with all the gusto of a ravenous teen boy.  A few minutes later
the choir master came in and announced that all the boys were to report to
the sleeper car for some rehearsals.

Tan finished his breakfast, and got up to catch the rest of the boys.
"Thanks for your company Tan."

He smiled and said, "I'm sure I'll see you again later."  Then he sprinted
off with his cute butt bouncing along."

The rest of the day continued pretty much the same as the day before.  We
arrived in Springfield on time.  Then the boys went off to their
performance.  I stayed to attend the reception afterwards and help with
securing some contributions.  Then we all returned to the train.  Before
going to the dining car for supper I tried the shower.  It was like trying
to shower in a stood up casket but I managed.  Once I was dressed is fresh
clothes, one of the car staff stopped by and told me that she would tidy up
the bathroom when she came to make up my bunk while I was in the dining car
for supper.

At supper I was stuck with a fellow supporter who jabbered away about his
businesses and how successful he was.  I smiled often as some of the boys
came for their supper but I didn't see Ryan, Sean or Tan.  When I was done
eating I extricated myself from the guy and returned to my compartment to
check my e-mail and do some reading.  Around 10:00 p.m., when the boys were
being bed checked, I changed into my sweat pants and T-shirt and stretched
out on the bunk with my book.

Along about 10:30 p.m. there came the expected soft tapping on my door.
"Come in." I called out.

More confident this time, Ryan came in.  "Hi John.  Can we ... you know, do
it again tonight?"

"Sure Ryan.  C'mon over."

The lad came right over and stood in front of me as I sat up.  It was clear
that he was a lot less nervous this time as he clearly was already hard.  I
reached up and rubbed his hardon through his PJ's.

"God that feels so good." He moaned.  "I've been thinking about this all
day."

I chuckled. "What are you going to do after this trip is over?"

"Huh?  Oh, I dunno.  Where do you live?" He boldly asked.

I laughed.  "I live in the south Ryan.  At least 1200 miles from here.  I
guess you're going to have to find a replacement for me."

He moaned some more as I slid his pants down and fondled his very full
balls. "Oh well, maybe I'll find a girl friend." He said.

I stroked his dick a few times and then went down on him.  He gently thrust
into me as I swished my tongue all around the head of his cock.  I also
slid my hands back to hold his buns.  They felt even better than I
remembered and I wished that he'd let me show him some pleasures back
there.  I'm sure that he'd like it as most boys do.  But, he'd sounded
quite adamant last night.  Then I took him deep and swallowed, my throat
squeezing on the head of his cock.  He groaned and his breathing began to
get ragged.  I felt his cock expand, he grunted and then came, filling my
mouth as fast as I could swallow.

After a moment or two he backed away and pulled his pants up.  "Thanks
John.  That was great."

"You're welcome Ryan."

"Well, I'd better get back."

"Okay."

He left as quietly as he had last night.  I hadn't bothered to ask him
about the boy he thought might like some butt play.  I sensed that this
time wasn't as good for him as last night.  He seemed to just want to get
off and leave quickly.  Maybe it was the excitement of a first time
experience last night.  I suspected that asking about the other boy
wouldn't go over well but I hoped that maybe he had said something to the
kid.

About 10 minutes later there came another tapping.  "Come in."  I called.

This time it was Sean and he also seemed more confident and eager.  Just as
last night, he was already hard and, after carefully closing the door, came
right over to stand in front of me and slid his pants down.

"Do you think I will shoot something again this time?  I tried twice since
last night and when I came nothing came out."

I smiled at him as I held his balls gently. "Don't worry Sean.  You'll get
there.  Last night was a big step and it must have been very exciting for
you being the first time that someone did things with you."

"I think your touching me back there helped too but it didn't help when I
did it.  I even tried to push my finger in a little but couldn't."

I leaned in and licked the tip of his boner.  He shivered and giggled.
Then I took him in my mouth and gently sucked on him.  At the same time I
reached behind him and felt his sweet round buns.  He spread his legs apart
more and bent his knees a bit.  It was obvious that he wanted me to touch
him more back there.

The tip of my middle finger found his hole and he sighed as I rubbed him
gently there.  He pushed back a bit and then asked, "Can you try to put
your finger inside me?"

I didn't answer but twice spit on my fingers and spread saliva around his
hole.  The second time I used some pressure and my finger tip slipped
inside him.  He gasped.  "Oh John!  That feels awesome."

I kept sucking him slowly and worked to get my finger inside him further
pulling it out a little and then pushing back in.  He pleaded for me to
push more in and finally I got my finger in to the second knuckle.  I found
the spot I sought and gently massaged it.  He began to squeak and moan
louder and suddenly he gave one strong thrust into my mouth and his cock
began to throb.  I felt his butt hole rhythmically squeezing my finger in
time with his cock throbbing and I tasted his small offering of boy cum
again.

I left my finger in him but pulled off his now sensitive boner.  "I tasted
your cum again.  You taste very good."

His breathing was still ragged but he smiled weakly and nodded.  "Can you
leave your finger in me for a little more?  I like it a lot."

I said, "Sure sweetie.  I like finger fucking you too."

He grinned. "You said a dirty word."

"I explained, "It's not dirty if you're saying it while your doing it with
a friend, someone you like."

"I thought that only boys did that to girls."  He looked quizzical.

I smiled. "No boys can do it with boys and not just with fingers."  I
wondered if Sean was the boy Ryan said would like butt play.

Now he looked surprised. "You mean a boy can put his boner in another boy
back there?"

"Yup."

"Wow, but it must hurt.  Boners are bigger than fingers."

"Yes, boners are but if the boys are careful and know how, they can do it.
Maybe you can find a boy who will do it with you."

He looked doubtful.  "I suppose."

I slipped my finger out from his bottom and helped him pull up his pants.
My finger was a bit messy and I reached for a tissue to wipe it off.  The
boy looked a little embarrassed.

"Sean, don't be embarrassed.  I don't mind and I enjoyed making you feel
good.  If you come by again tomorrow night maybe you could wash back there
first."

He blushed but nodded.  "Okay.  I really like you doing things back there."

I smiled at him patting and caressing his bum gently.  "You best get back
now Sean.  Thanks, it was fun."

He gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek again. "Yeah, it was even
better this time.  Thanks John.  See ya' tomorrow night."

"Sure Sean, I'd like that.  Good night."

The boy slipped out carefully and closed the door.

I read for a while but there we no further visitors


Chapter Five - White River Junction

Again, the day went almost exactly like the two previous but it wasn't
until supper that I saw any of the boys who had visited my compartment and
then, only to say hi to.  Ryan was even more distant.  I saw Tan and made a
point of complimenting him on his solo of "Oh Holy Night" that had been
added to the program.  I said that his voice was clear and pure, a joy to
hear.  After supper Sean quickly stopped to whisper in my ear that he had
to go back to his sleeper early so he could shower before bed.  Then he
giggled and grinned at me before scampering off.

Like the two previous nights, I was in my sweats and T-shirt when 10:30
p.m. rolled around and a soft tapping sounded at my door.  "Come in." I
called out.

As expected, it was Sean.  "Hi John!"  He whispered excitedly.  "I had a
shower and washed real good back there."

I grinned. "That's good `cause I have something special to show you."

"Really?" He said curiously. "What is it?"

"Have you ever heard about rimming?"

"Nope.  What is it?  Is it something sexy?"  He eagerly tiptoed over to
stand in front of me.  Then he slid his PJ's down.  His cute boner was
poking out at me and I reached over to feel it and his balls.

I patted the bunk to my left.  "Step out of your pants Sean and sit here
beside me."

"Okay." He slipped his PJ pants off his feet and sat down, adding with a
concerned look, "But how can you touch me back there if I'm sitting on my
butt?"

I grinned as I got down on my knees in front of him.  "You'll see in a
minute."  Then I moved his knees apart with my hands and moved in a little
closer.

He watched as I leaned forward and licked along the inside of his thighs
and up to his balls.  This made him sign happily and spread his legs even
further.  I rested my arms on the bunk on either side of his hips and
licked his balls and up along his cock.  I sucked him in and he sighed
again.  I moved back to licking him all around his cock and balls again.
Then I moved to lick under his balls.  He jumped a little when I first
licked him there as it's a very sensitive place.

I gently put my hand on the boy's chest. "Lay back Sean."

He did as I asked and I continued to lick him around and under his balls.
His natural instinct caused him to spread his legs as far apart as he could
and then raise them a little.

When he did I could lick a little lower and close to his hole.  He caught
on and exclaimed, "Oh wow!  You gonna lick me there?  Oh wow?"  Then he
raised his legs even more.

I leaned back a moment to take in the delightful sight of this sweet boy's
most private place.  He was beautiful.  No hairs, just the tight looking
little pinkish ring.  It really did look like a little rosebud.

I could see that he was very clean as I moved closer.  I could smell him.
A little soap but more of a boy-ness aroma that sent my heart fluttering.
I licked around his hole and then moved my tongue to the center of his
private place.

"Oh God!" He gasped in intense pleasure.  "Oh, don't stop!  That feels so
good."

I buried my face between his sweet cheeks and breathed in.  He was so hot.
I pointed my tongue and tried to push it in his hole but he was too tight.
I kept licking all around down there as he continued to squirm about with
the new and intensely sexy feelings he was experiencing.

When I pulled away for a moment he begged, "Oh please!  Don't stop.
Puhleeeease ...."

I noticed that he was stroking his boner and asked, "Do you want me to suck
your boner and finger your hole?"

`Oh yes.  Suck me and finger fuck me.  Please, oh please."

I slid him around so I could climb up on the bunk and kneel between his
raised legs.  Then I wet my middle finger and slowly worked it into his
already wet hole.  I got it in just past the second knuckle and it looked
so sexy.  I began a fucking motion.  His tight little pink ring pushed in
and out as I moved my finger.  He was so hot and soft inside and I wished I
could fuck him for real but he was just too small.

"Oh God!  That is so hot." Sean brought me back from my own sexy thoughts.
"I need you to suck me too."

I moved forward and took his boner into my mouth and wrapped my tongue
around it.  I went up and down on him as I continued to finger fuck his
tight hole.  In a minute his squeaking noises told me that he was getting
close.  Suddenly he thrust up at me, clamped his thighs around my neck and
grunted repeatedly.  I could feel his cock throbbing on my tongue and his
ass hole tightly gripped my finger.  I was rewarded with a small bit of his
sweet boy cum.

We both froze in position while he came down from his sexual high.  It took
a few moments.  When he could, he released his thigh grip on my neck and
lowered his legs.  My finger slipped from his hole and I lifted my mouth
off of his still quite hard cock.

"Wow." He sighed. "Sex is so awesome.  I wish I could do it all night and
the day too."

I laughed. "Well, Sean, when you get a little older you'll learn that after
a good session of sex your body needs time to get it's energy back."

He looked sad. "I'm going to miss doing this with you after the trip ends."

I patted his leg as I moved to sit beside him.  "Maybe Ryan would do stuff
with you."

He frowned. "Nah, all he wants is someone to suck him off.  He wont suck
anybody."

"I'm not surprised.  Hopefully you can find someone who will enjoy doing
stuff with you but, keep in mind, you have to be willing to do stuff to
them too."

Suddenly he looked concerned. "Gee, I never thought about that.  I mean,
I'm sorry but, well, you do stuff to me but I never thought about you."

I smiled.  "That's okay kiddo.  Not every boy likes to do stuff with a
grown man."

He looked sad.  "I guess it would only be fair for me to do something to
you too."

I stroked his bare thigh again. "Don't worry about it Sean.  I don't really
mind if you don't feel like it.  I still like you and like making you feel
good."

I leaned over, picked up his PJ bottoms and handed them to him.  He took
them, stood up and started to pull them on.  "I guess I better get back but
I'm glad I learned that new thing.  It was really awesome."

I chuckled. "Yeah, it is and I loved doing it for you.  Remember, it's
called rimming."

He look thoughtful then giggled. "Yeah, I can kinda see the name fits."
Then he gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks John."

I patted his butt. "Anytime hot stuff."

He laughed and tiptoed to the door, carefully opening it to peek out and
then he was gone.

I figured that Ryan had lost interest and wasn't going to come tapping on
my door.  So, I slipped off my sweat pants and got under the covers,
planning to read a bit until my eyes got heavy.  I'd been reading for about
20 minutes when someone did come and knock lightly on my door.

I expected that Ryan had come after all and called out, "Come in Ryan."

The door opened and I was surprised to see that it was Tan.  "Oh, hi Tan.
C'mon in."

He slipped in quickly and closed the door looking a little nervous, keeping
his hand on the door knob and speaking quickly.  "I'm sorry.  Were you
expecting Ryan?  I'll go."

"No, no." I tried to reassure him. "It was my mistake.  It's nice to see
you.  I hardly saw you all day."

He stayed by the door standing there in his gray sweat pants and a white
T-shirt.  "Yeah, the choir master had me busy with the new solo and then I
ate supper early so I could get in a hot shower."

"Have a seat." I was still under the covers but slid my legs out and sat up
leaning back against the wall with the covers still covering my lap.  "You
dress like me when you want to relax."

"I do?" He looked down at what he had on.

"I wear sweat pants and a T-shirt too but I don't sleep in the sweat
pants." I pointed to them lying on the floor.  "They're too warm under the
covers."

"Oh." He walked over and sat on the edge of my bunk.

"What can I do for you Tan?"

"Huh?  Oh.  Yeah.  Well, ah, Ryan told me ... but, ah, I saw Sean sneak out
and come back and ..."  He began to blush and lowered his eyes.

I patted his arm and smiled.  "Ryan told you what I did for him?"

"Yes."  He blushed even more.

"Don't be embarrassed Tan.  Do you want me to do something for you?"

He let out a deep breath.  "Y ... yes pl ... please."

I smiled and patted his arm again. "What would you like?"

He hesitated and softly said, "You'll think I'm silly."

"Oh Tan, no, no I wont.  Really, what do you need?"

He spoke barely above a whisper.  "I need a cuddle.  I miss my family.  I'm
lonely and a cuddle will make me feel better."

"Oh, that's easy Tan, I love to cuddle. C'mere."  I held out my arm and he
slid over and nuzzled up to my left side.  I put my arm around him and held
him.  He rested his head on my shoulder.  After a few moments I turned my
head so my nose brushed the top of his head.  His hair was so soft and I
breathed in its scent.  Then I kissed him just above his right ear.

When he felt me kiss him there he reached around with his left arm and
pulled my right arm up clearly wanting me to hug him more.  As we shifted
to make it work I moved to lay back on my pillow and he followed me down.
I was lying mostly on my right side and he was lying against my left hip.
It was kind of awkward.  So I shifted to my right to make more room for
him, and more on my back.  He snuggled down beside me with my left arm
still around him.  He rolled on his right side and molded his body to my
left side.

I was fully hard now and my cock was caught in my shorts and the covers.  I
looked down and could see its bulge and surely Tan could too.  I could feel
a lump against my side and was sure he had a similar problem.  I used my
left hand to stroke his left side and casually slid my right hand down to
adjust myself.

I knew he could see what I did and he spoke up, "I have to do that too."
Then he rolled away a bit and used his left hand to move his cock into a
more comfortable position.

"Can I ..." He took a breath. "The covers are all twisted and lumpy."

With my right hand I tried to pull them up and straighten them but he was
lying on them and they wouldn't budge.

He shifted a little but it didn't really help.  Then he took in another
breath. "I ... I could get under them."  Then he turned to look at me. "Oh,
but maybe ... are you, I mean, do you have underpants on?"

I smiled. "Yes, I do.  Do you have them on under your sweats?"

"Yes.  If it's okay, can I get under the covers with you?  I can take my
sweat pants off too, so we're even."

I smiled inside at his thinking.  It was sweet.  I winked at him and said,
"That sound fair to me."

He quickly stood up on the bunk, slipped his sweats off revealing powder
blue undies well tented out with a decent sized damp spot right where the
head of his cock was.  The sweats landed on the floor next to mine.  Still
on my back, I straightened the covers and held them open, he slipped under
and snuggled up to my left side.

With my left arm around him he slid his left arm across my chest, rested
his head on my shoulder and held me tight.  We lay there for a minute or
two and then I turned my head and kissed the top of his head.  "I really
like cuddling and I can see that you do too."

He moved his head to look up at me and whispered, "Hugging is even better."

I played dumb. "Hugging?"

"Uh huh," he sighed.  "You know, front to front."

"Oh."  I continued playing dumb. "That does sound better."

"Well?"  He sounded a little frustrated. "Wanna?"

"Sure."

My right hand had been caressing his arm that was across my chest.  He took
hold of it and pulled.  I rolled onto my side facing him and we snuggled
into a hug.  I could feel his cock rubbing against mine as we moved to get
comfortable.

He gave a deep sigh.  "This is definitely better."

"Yes, it really is." I agreed.

He pulled his arm from under mine, taking hold of my hand and moving it
down to his butt cheek.  After a minute he sighed again and whispered, "I
like your hand down there.  You can slid it inside my under pants if you
like."

When I first met Tan I thought him gregarious and he is, but he is also
bolder than I had expected.  I kind of liked it.

I did as he asked and slowly caressed him back there.  Eventually I let my
fingers explore around his crack and he shivered a little.  Then he
squirmed a bit like he wasn't comfortable.  "What's wrong Tan?"

"I think my right arm's gone to sleep."

"Oh?" I tried to sound concerned.

"Yeah, I'm lying on it.  Do you mind if I move?"

"No, I don't mind.  Move where?"

"Here" He said and pushed me over on my back sliding up on top of me at the
same time and spreading his legs so they were on either side of mine.  He
lay his head on my chest and sighed again.  "That's much better."

I wrapped both arms around him and he slid his hands under my shoulders.  I
began to rub his back.

"I like you rubbing my back.  Would you rub my butt too, like before?"

I smiled and slid a hand inside his shorts and began to caress and squeeze
one of his nice round butt cheeks.

He moaned. "Both hands would be even better."

I chuckled to myself.  This boy clearly knew what he wanted and I happily
complied.  I really enjoyed just how sexy his buns felt in my hands.  In a
moment he was gently humping into me and I was humping back.  Our cocks
rubbing together side by side through our shorts.  I was getting really
turned on and remembered what Ryan implied about butt play.  I was sure
that Tan was the boy he had meant so I began to slip my fingers into his
crack.

"I like that," He moaned.

I worked my way to his hole and when I touched him there he pushed his butt
up a little and held it.  "Oh please, push it in me." He whispered.

I got some saliva on my finger and worked it around his hole then I pushed
a little.  My finger slipped in to the first knuckle.  Tan groaned. "Oh
yes.  That's so good.  Push it in me further."

I was a little surprised how easily it slipped in but I have discovered
over the years that some boys find it easier than others.  It was awkward
as I tried to push in further.  "I can't reach holding your undies up at
the same time." I sounded a little frustrated.

Tan moaned, "I need it so bad John.  Can I take my undies off?"

The prospect of that made me shudder with lust.  "Sure Tan."

He got off the bunk and pulled his underpants down.  That gave me my first
look at his cock.  It was beautiful and bigger than I expected.  He was
uncut and his foreskin was pulled back just enough to show half of the
purple wetly glistening head of his cock.  It was close to six inches and a
good inch and a half thick.  His balls were almost the size of small eggs
but best of all, he was nearly hairless.  Just a little tuft of black pubes
right above his cock.  My mouth actually drooled.  As he turned I got a
side view of his backside and really did drool.  He was a vision and my
cock throbbed in my shorts.

He moved to climb back in with me and I raised the covers up for him.  When
he saw my undies he stopped. "Could you take your underpants off too John?
That would be real sexy.  Don't you think?"

The lad kept surprising me.  He absolutely was a little bolder than the
other boys.  But who was I to argue.  I lifted my hips, slid my shorts off
and dropped them on the floor.  Then I raised the covers again.

Tan looked at my hardon and whispered, "Oh man!  This is gonna be so hot."

He climbed up on the bunk straddling me and slowly lowered himself as we
both watched our cocks come together side by side.  Then he lay down and
slipped his hands under my shoulders.  I wrapped my arms around him and
held his butt cheeks.

I was very turned on and so was Tan.  "Put your finger in me again.  Please
John."  He panted.  "I wanna cum with your finger in me."

I got more saliva on my finger and reached down to his butt.  He raised it
up a little and I got in to about the first knuckle.  He groaned in lusty
appreciation.  I gave it another push and it slipped in to the second
knuckle.  Slowly I moved my finger around and the boy shuddered with
pleasure.

We began to hump against each other and I held him tight with my other arm.
He buried his face in my neck and began to continuously moan.  I kept
moving my finger in him and began to feel the beginnings of a good cum.

In another minute or so he moaned, "I'm gonna cum.  Oh man.  Oh God.  It's
so good, so hot.

"I moaned back. "You're gonna make me cum too Tan.  I'm real close."

We speeded up moving with each other and in another moment I felt him
shudder and go almost ridged.  His cock throbbed and I could feel his hot
boy cum shooting between us.  That pushed me over the edge and as I felt
his butt hole squeezing down on my finger I came, adding to the flood of
cum between us.

The two us lay in each others' arms and we struggled, gasping for breath.
Eventually we calmed down enough to speak.  "My God Tan.  You are so hot."

He raised his head to look at me.  "You are too. I've never cum so hard
with anyone."

"Oh, have you done stuff before?"

"Yeah but not with anyone as nice to me as you.  I like you a lot John."

"I like you a lot to Tan.  I think you are very cute and just about the
sexiest boy I've ever fooled around with."

"Really?  You think I'm cute and sexy?"

"Yup, sure do."

He lifted his head again, moved up a little looking me right in the eye.  I
gazed at his handsome face.  His skin was so smooth and soft, his eyes so
deep and dark and his lips were bowed up in a smile.  I wanted to kiss him.
Just then, as if he had read my mind, he did kiss me. It wasn't a nice
little kiss on my cheek like Sean's but a full blown passionate kiss on the
mouth and with plenty of tongue.  I ran my fingers through his soft black
hair.

After about a minute he pulled off and I gulped for air.  "Wow Tan!" I
exclaimed. "We gotta do more of that sometime."

He giggled. "Yeah, I love snuggling and kissing almost as much as being
... ah, er, well, as cuming."

I smiled because I think he was about to say as much as being fucked.  I
had a feeling this boy was gonna get me to fuck him if there was a next
time.  He was such a small boy for his age, I wondered if I could without
it hurting him

I ruffled his hair.  "Well tan, we got two more nights if you want."

"Oh man.  I do and I'll be here."

I smiled. "That'll be great.  Now, I think we need a wash cloth so we can
clean you up and get you back before you're missed."

"Okay but I think it's cool.  I have the bottom bunk right by the
door. There's nobody between me and this car and the shower compartment is
across from my bunk."

"You sure it's okay?"

"Yeah.  The only one who might notice is Ryan.  He's in the bunk above mine
and I don't think he'd tell.  Oh, and I put stuff under the covers. That
and the curtains make it look like I'm sleeping there."

"Okay but let's get cleaned up so you can get back.  Besides, you need to
get some sleep.  I wouldn't want you falling asleep during the concert."

"No, that wouldn't be good would it." He laughed as he got up.

Five minutes later the boy had slipped out the door and was gone.  But, not
before giving me another hot tongue kiss.  I wished I didn't live 1200
miles away.


Chapter Six - Burlington

The next morning I awoke late after a sound sleep.  Having good sex always
made me sleep well.  After my usual morning rituals, including a cramped
shower to wash off any evidence of last night's delightful sex with Tan, I
went to the dining car for a hearty breakfast.

I was just finishing up my western omelet when Sean bounced up to my table.
"Morning John.  Can I sit here?"

I smiled. "Sure Sean and good morning to you.  You seem bubbly this
morning."

He looked around to be sure no one could hear, grinned and whispered
excitedly, "I found a boy friend!"

"Really? No wonder you seem so happy."  I was surprised.

My surprise must have shown. "Well, it was kind of because of you."

Now I really was confused.  "Me?"

"Yeah." He continued whispering.  "Ryan told me about you and he also told
a couple other kids, Tan and Russell.  I saw Tan sneak out last night so I
guessed he came to see you."

"Ah, yes, he did." I confirmed his guess guardedly.

He saw my concern. "Don't worry John.  It's cool.  Ryan didn't tell anyone
else.  He said he's going to find a girl friend to mess around with."

"Okay." I said.  But still a bit confused I asked, "How's that get you a
boy friend?"

"Oh yeah.  Well, Russell has the bunk below mine and he heard Ryan tell me
about you so he asked Ryan what was going on and Ryan told him.  Then
Russell saw me sneak out the two times I came to see you.  So, he asked me
about it and when I told him what you and I did ... well, he invited me to
sneak down into his bunk last night and we did stuff."

That was the longest I'd heard Sean speak but it was fun to see his
excitement. I smiled and congratulated him.  "I'm glad Sean.  It's good you
have someone your own age."

He was still bubbling so he was hard pressed to keep whispering.  "Thanks,
I'm real happy `cause Russell lives near me too.  Oh, and he's not too big
yet down there so maybe he can get it in me."

I was grinning now. "I think that you are going to like that a lot.  I'd
have loved to do that for you myself but I know it would hurt and I
wouldn't want to do that."

"I wish you could have too.  I really like you." Then he looked
serious. "Do you mind if I don't come see you tonight?"

I smiled and patted his arm. "No, I don't mind at all.  You and Russell
have fun."

"You're sure?"  He still looked concerned.

"You're very sweet Sean but yes, I'm sure."

Then he grinned again.  "I guess you and Tan ... well, I saw he was with
you a long time last night."

I must have blushed because then he added. "So, you'll have more time with
him tonight.  He's really cute and sexy isn't he?"

I nodded and grinned.  "Yes, he is."

Sean stood. "Well, I have to get back to the choir master and rehearse a
little."

"What about you're breakfast?" I asked.

He giggled. "Russell and I got up early so we could shower together before
the other boys woke up." He said it with a cute grin. "So after we had an
early breakfast."

I chuckled and asked. "Oh?  You had sausage for breakfast?"

At first Sean looked confused.  "No ... ah, oh!"  Then he got my joke and
giggled. "That's funny.  I'll have to tell that to Russell."

I patted him on the shoulder.  "You run along and I'll see you at the
performance later."

I watched his cute bum as he scampered back to meet the choir master.
Russell was a lucky boy.

Shortly, Tan showed up looking a bit sleepy. As he almost walked past me I
put my hand out in front of him.  "Morning Tan." I said.

"Oh, morning John."  He yawned.  "I guess I'm still half asleep."

I smiled. "Have a seat.  Have you had your breakfast yet?"

Rubbing his eyes to get more of his sleepiness out, he said, "No, I just
woke up.  I really slept good."

I giggled. "Yeah, a good work out will do that."

He quickly glanced around but saw that no one was near.  Then he slid into
the seat across from me.  "That was so hot last night.  I had to beat off
again when I got back in my bunk.  Then I beat off again this morning when
I woke up."

"Oh wow.  Then I guess I wont see you tonight, you'll be too tired." I
teased.

He looked nearly stricken. "Oh no!  Don't say that.  I really want to see
you."

I smiled. "Don't worry my boy. I'm only teasing you."

He swiped his hand at me in the air. "Oh you!"  Then we both laughed.

I stayed and chatted with the lad while he ordered and ate a huge
breakfast.  One of the things that I learned was that his grandfather owned
a chain of Chinese restaurants.  The family was quite wealthy but everyone
worked very hard anyway.  His mother managed the restaurant near where they
lived.  The only sad thing was that his father had died and his mom had
remarried.  What made it so sad was that his new step father wasn't very
nice to Tan.

I reached in my pocket for my wallet and pulled out my business card.
"Tan, do you have a wallet?"

"Yes.  Why?"

"Here." I handed him my card.  "Put this in a safe place in your wallet.
It has my address, phone numbers and e-mail address on it and, if you ever
need someone to talk with, please feel free to call me or e-mail me."

He beamed. "Oh wow, thanks."

I explained. "I had a step father who wasn't very nice to me either so I
know how hard it can be.  I never wanted to complain and hurt my mom's
feelings because I knew she loved him."

"I think my grandfather knows that my step father isn't very nice to me."
He looked sad again.

Just then one of the other boys rushed up and told Tan that he was late for
rehearsal and the choir master was not happy.

"I gotta go John." Tan got up and started to follow the other boy trotting
up the aisle, then he quickly turned back and whispered in my ear, "See you
tonight."

"TAN!  C'mon!" The other boy called after him.

The rest of the day went along as usual.  The performance was as delightful
as usual.  The reception afterwards went well too and the choir gained a
number of good new supporters.

At a meeting back in the choir staff compartment car the choir master was
particularly complimentary to me for not only my help with getting
contributions but also because of my obvious caring for and interest in the
boys.  When the meeting was over, rather than going outside the train in
the frigid cold to return to my car, I decided to go back through the boys'
sleeper car.

The aroma of the air in the boys' car hit me like a heavy but very pleasant
blow in the face with a soft pillow.  Some might say that it reeked but to
me it was an aphrodisiac.  It smelled very much of boys and particularly of
boys' under the covers activities after lights out.

As I walked through the boys were all busy with various electronic games
and other things.  A Few who noticed me said hi, and a couple even grinned
and giggled.  I guessed my reputation was more wide spread than Sean
thought.  But, no one seemed to be unfriendly.

As I passed the bunks where Sean and Russell slept I saw that they were
both sitting cross legged on Russell's bottom bunk.  They were playing
cards.  I winked at both of them.  They said hi and Sean winked back.  I
was happy for them.

Then at the last double-decker bunk in the car, across from the shower
compartment, I saw Ryan.  "Hi Ryan.  How ya' doin'?"

He looked up. "I'm cool.  I'm texting with a girl I know in school."

"Cool."  I smiled.

He looked up from his smart phone. "If you're looking for Tan, he's in the
shower."

I smiled. "Oh?  Not really. I'm just coming back from a meeting with the
choir master.  We got a lot of contributions today."

"K." He mumbled and went back to his texting.

I opened the door to head across the platform to my car. "See ya' and tell
Tan hi for me."  I got no response and let the door swing shut.

When I got to my compartment, thinking about Tan's visiting later, I took
another hot shower.  Then I dressed and headed for the dining car for
supper.

The choir master invited me to sit with him and we had a nice long chat
about the lads under his direction.  He said that he had noticed that I
often took meals with some of the different boys and that he wished that
more contributors did that.  When I asked him why, he explained that many
of the boys came from poor or single parent homes and that it was good for
them to get to know adults who had their best interests at heart.

After supper we moved to lounge chairs and continued our conversation about
the choir.  Eventually we got back to the boys' home lives and he mentioned
that Ryan, in particular, had a rough relationship with his father and that
they were quite poor.  Then I pointed out that I had learned that Tan's
family seemed close and that they were well off as his grandfather was a
successful restaurant chain owner.  He shook his head as he told me that,
yes, the family was well off but that Tan's step father was not very nice
to Tan.  Then he dropped the bombshell that he suspected that the step
father was even abusive towards Tan.

Needless to say, I was not particularly surprised.  I explained to the man
that I had had a step father who disliked me enough to verbally abuse me
and occasionally give me a whack.  That made the choir master suggest that
my better understanding of what Tan might be going through would be even
more beneficial to the boy.  He said that it was a shame that I lived so
far away.  I agreed with him for that reason and, of course to myself, for
the reason of the extra curricular interests that Tan and I had discovered
we both shared.

After a while I began to notice that many of the others had left and I
looked at my watch.

"Good grief!" I exclaimed. "It's past 10:00 p.m.  I'm late."

The choir master look surprised. "Late?  What for?"

Realizing my mistake I blurted out, "Huh?  Oh, I was supposed to call
someone at 10 o'clock."

"Ah." He grinned. "A lady friend no doubt."

"No doubt." I quickly recovered.  "And besides, you have a bed check don't
you?"

He laughed, "Yes, indeed I do and if I don't, those mischievous lads'll be
up all hours.  As it was, I caught many of them yawning during the
rehearsal and even in the performance today."

I chuckled to myself. "Well, I enjoyed chatting with you this evening but I
better run or I'll be in hot water."

So, the two of us headed forward on the train, saying good evening as we
reached my compartment.  When I closed the door I changed into my sweats
and T-shirt and impatiently awaited my little visitor.  But, not without
worries that he might get caught by the late bed check.

I sat back on the bunk and propping some pillows behind me.  I decided to
read a while and see what happened.  10:30 p.m. came and went.  Then 10:45
p.m.  Finally, just after 11 o'clock the soft knocking came.  Worried for
some reason that it might be an angry choir master, I got up and cracked
open the door.  With a sigh of relief I let Tan in.

"Hi tan. I was worried because the choir master was late for the bed
check."

"Yeah," Tan sighed.  "I figured maybe he forgot and was just about ready to
sneak out when he came in."

We went and sat on the bunk. "Yeah, that wouldn't have been good. So, he
didn't see you?"

He laughed. "Nah. When he moved the curtain and looked in I was facing away
and just lay there.  But he caught Ryan texting and made him turn off his
cell. So, he didn't pay much attention to me."

"That's good." I said and leaned back against the pillows.

Tan snuggled up next to me and I slipped my arm around him.  He looked up
at me with those deep dark eyes of his, grinned and whispered, "All day I
couldn't stop thinking about last night."

He turned more towards me and wrapped his arms around me.  I kissed his
forehead and he looked up and brought his lips to mine.  We kissed softly
at first and then more deeply.  After a minute he broke the kiss, turned to
face me and straddled my legs, sitting on my knees.

He looked me in the eye and smiled.  "I know some people think it's wrong
for a boy and a man to love each other like this but how can it be wrong if
it feels so right?"

I smiled back. "That's a question for the ages Tan.  Going back, even
before the Greeks who were famous for it, men and boys have been willing
and happy lovers."

"Yeah," he agreed. "Let's face it.  Today boys of 11, 12, 13 or so are
often tried as adults for crimes and not just violent ones."

"Tan, if you ever don't want to do something you be sure to tell me.  I'd
never want to talk you into something and I'd never ever force you.  I
think that not just physical but emotional force is inexcusable."

He nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, I know how that feels."

I was startled. "Wait, you know?  How?"

He looked a little frightened. "I shouldn't have said that."

"But ..."

"No." He interrupted. "I don't want to talk about it."

I sighed, "Okay sweetie but if you ever do, you know how to reach me."

Then he brightened. "Hey!  Guess what?"uc0u8232 "What?"

"I saw your address on your business card.  My grandpa has a restaurant in
the same city."

"Really?  I wonder how close it is and maybe I've been there."

"The name is China Palace and I can write the address down for you."

Now I was excited. "I've been there and it's really good.  Pretty
decorations too."

He got a scheming twinkle in his eye. "My grand father didn't retire like
you did but he moved there where it's warmer and opened that restaurant.
Now my cousin manages it.  Maybe, in the summer, I can get a summer job
there, live with my grandpa and visit you."

I grinned. "You are so sweet Tan.  That would make me very happy."

I leaned forward and tried to kiss his forehead again but he pulled me down
to kiss him on the lips.  Then he moved closer on my lap so we could hug.
I felt his boner poke me in the stomach.  My hardon was pointed down and a
bit cramped under his bum.

We kissed for a while and then he started to giggle. "I can feel your boner
under me and I think it needs to be free."

I chuckled. "What did you have in mind?"

He whispered. "I want to be all naked with you and sit like this.  I think
it would be so sexy."

"Oh yeah, sounds real sexy to me." I agreed.

The boy got up, stood in front of me and pulled off his T-shirt.  Then he
slipped out of his sweats and waited for me to stand and catch up.  Once we
were both down to our shorts, his were bright red this time, he suggested,
"You pull mine down and then I'll pull yours down.  It'll be real sexy."

"Okay." I chuckled.  I loved his boyish enthusiasm.  And, I think he liked
calling all sorts of things sexy just as if it sounded naughty to him.

So, I reached for his waistband, hooked my fingers in it and slowly slid
them off.  He was a vision standing there.  His golden skin color, the
little tuft of black hair just above his upward pointing boner and his,
slightly large for his age, balls.  It all just made my mouth water.  Then
his cute sweet smiling face made my heart flutter.

When he turned slowly around, and I got a look at his oh so sweet bum, I
couldn't resist and cupped a butt cheek with my hand.

He giggled and pulled away. "No touching until you're naked too."

Then he stood in front of me and pulled out the front of my shorts. "Oh
my," he sighed. "I can't wait."  And then he stripped off my shorts and
pushed me back down on the bunk.

I scooted back to lean on the pillows and he climbed up to straddle me but
just sat back on my knees.  He look down at both our boners and slowly slid
forward to me.  We watched as they came together.

"It looks and feels so sexy." He whispered.  Then we embraced and kissed.

I ran my hands all over every part of his body that I could reach and he
did the same.  Finally both my hands came to rest on his butt cheeks.  He
was so smooth and soft and smelled so much like the boy he was.

He moved against me slowly as we kissed some more.  Then I had an idea.  I
wanted to do something special for him.  Sean had loved it and I pretty
much knew that Tan would too.  But because we seemed to have bonded much
more closely than Sean and I had, I wanted to make it extra special.

I whispered in his ear, "Get up a second Tan."

"What's wrong?"

"Not a thing sweetie.  I just have something special for you."

He grinned. "Oh my. What is it?" And he stood up.

"Wait and see. Now sit down here Tan."  I patted the bunk beside me.

He did as I asked and I got up and slid to my knees in front of him.  "Lie
back against the pillows."

He spread his knees for me and as I moved between them he slid down on the
bunk a bit, offering himself to me.  My hands softly moved up the top of
his thighs and back down.  His boner throbbed.  My hands moved along the
insides of his thighs and his hips rose up slightly with the pleasure.  He
slid a bit further down on the bunk to be more accessible.

He was watching through lust glazed eyes as I kissed his left knee and then
kissed a couple inches inside on his thigh.  Then I switched and kissed the
other thigh still closer to the center of his pleasure.  My tongue was wet
and now slid over the soft tender skin of his thighs.  First one side then
the other.  As I worked my way in he opened his legs further for me and
soon I was at his nice round balls that were pulled tight up under the base
of his cock.  I rubbed my nose across them and he groaned.  My tongue
covered them with my saliva and then I licked the bottom of his balls and
his hips rose up again.

I spoke softly.  "Slide down a little more sweetie."

"I love it when you call me sweetie." He moaned.

He did as I asked and now he was just on the edge of the bunk.  I licked
his thighs on either side of his balls and he pushed his legs up on his tip
toes.  I licked back across again and stopped with my tongue just under his
balls and pushed forward so they were pressed into the bridge of my nose
and my tongue touched him on the very sensitive area just behind them.  He
was trembling and moaning almost constantly now and tried to push his legs
higher with his toes.  His hand found the back of my head and he pulled me
tighter against him.

I reached for his hands and placing them on his thighs, I said, "Lift them
up with your hands."

He got the idea right away.  His legs rose up and spread even more and that
most private of places to a boy was revealed to me.  It was beautiful as
was everything about him.  It was a reddish color in contrast to his golden
skin but clean.  It moved a tiny bit in and out, probably as his cock
throbbed.  I kissed his now wide open thighs on one side and then the
other.  My tongue took over and I started working toward the center of his
pleasure.  As I got closer his trembling increased and his moans and groans
grew louder.

Finally, I brought my lips to the rosebud of his bottom and kissed him
there.  His body stiffened for a moment and he gasped.  "Oh John!  Oh God!
Oh!  I love you.  Oh my God.  Don't ever stop!"  For a brief moment I was
afraid that he had cum but he hadn't, not yet.

Somehow he balanced so that his legs stayed up and he brought his hands to
my head and pressed my face into his bottom.  I used my tongue to spread
saliva all over his hole.  I moved my hands up and felt his body as I
continued to lick him.  I started to poke and prod his opening with my
tongue and gradually it relaxed and permitted my tongue to enter.  As I
did, his trembling turned to writhing and his moans to more of a high
pitched squeal.

He went wild as my hand found his hard cock and I slowly fondled it,
sliding his foreskin up and down.  My tongue continued to wriggle inside
him and just as I could push it in no further he grunted, "Ooohhh mmyyyeee
Ggaahhddd!"  His sphincter rhythmically clamped down on my tongue and I
felt his boner throb in my hand.  His hot boy cum landed in jets on the
back of my other hand and his chest and belly.  His thighs clamped on my
head and he writhed and twitched for what seemed like minutes.

I gently lifted his legs off my shoulders and surfaced for air.  He was
covered in sweat and cum.  His face was flushed red and his chest was still
heaving.  He looked down at me with a very weak smile and all he could
utter between gasps was a very soft, "Oh wow."

I grinned. "I take it you enjoyed that?"

He just nodded as he slowly came back to Earth.

"Let me get a wash cloth and clean you up sweetie."  In the bath booth I
ran the hot water and wet a wash cloth.  Then I came over to the boy and
cleaned him up.  He just watched as I ministered to him.  I smiled down at
him and he smiled back up.

I went and rinsed the wash cloth, wet it again with cool water this time
and returned to Tan. "Here, wash your face with this."  Then I sat on the
edge of the bunk next to him and watched as he washed the sweat off his
cute face.

After he was done he got up and put the wash cloth in the sink.  It was a
treat to watch his sweet bottom move as he walked.  As he came back I saw
that he was almost fully hard again and smiling.  He was a very handsome
boy.

"That was amazing John."  Then he pointed to the pillows. "Can I sit on
your lap again please?"

He watched me shift over and lean back against the pillows.  I watched as
he climbed up and settled on my lap facing me with his now fully hard boner
pointing up between us.  I had gone soft and when he sat down on my lap my
cock was under him.

He giggled as he felt me harden under him.  He raised his hands placing
them on either side of my face and looked me in the eye.  "That was so hot.
You made me feel so good and I think that was the best cum of my life."

"I enjoyed every minute of it Tan and I'm happy that it made you happy."

He wiggled his butt a little and giggled again. "You feel good down there."

My hands had been feeling his nice round butt cheeks.  I gently spread them
and felt my hardon nestle up in his crack a little.  The boy lifted a
little and then settled back causing my cock to move in his crack.

He sighed, "That feels so good."  He slid his arms around me and nuzzled
his face in the crook of my neck.

I hugged him back rubbing his back with one hand while still caressing his
bottom with the other.  "I like holding you like this so much Tan.  You are
such a sweet boy."

He sighed again, "It's so much nicer than ..." The his voice trailed off.

"Nicer than what?" I asked with sudden concern.  The choir master's comment
about possible abuse popped into my mind.

He hugged me tighter. "Nothing, I just meant ... no, it's nothing."

I pushed him back a little so I could look at him. "Tan, I'm your friend
and I care about you.  Tell me, please."

He hesitated and then slowly began, "In our culture family elders are held
in great respect.  We must treat them with dignity and honor, no matter
what.  My step father married my mother and must receive that respect too.
I must not defy him.  So, in the night, when he comes into my room ..."

"Tan," I cut him off.  "You mean he ..."

"Yes, he takes me for his pleasure."  A tear rolled down his cheek.

I started to object. "Tan ..." But he put his fingers on my lips.

"Let me get it out."  He took a deep breath.  "As I'm sure you can tell,
I'm gay and I like older men.  Somehow my step father found this out and
now he thinks that he has a right to enjoy my body, to fuck me whenever he
wants.  But, there is no affection, no love.  He just comes in and does it
and then leaves telling me not to speak of it.

There, it was out and the boy collapsed back against me and sobbed.  "Oh
Tan.  I'm so sorry.  Is there nothing you can do?"

In between soft sobs he said, "I love my mother but she loves my step
father.  I don't want to hurt her.  I don't know what to do.  The only
thing I can think of is to go live with my grandfather."

"Do you think your grandfather would take you in?  Could you confide in
him?"

Calming down a bit Tan asked, "What do you mean?"

"Well, could you explain to him that you love your mother and don't want to
hurt her.  That her new husband is abusive to you and that you'd like to
come live with your grandfather rather than cause trouble at home?"

He sat back again. "Maybe.  I guess I could talk with him."

I smiled at him. "If you are interested in continuing in the family
business, what better way to learn than by living with the man who started
it and made it successful?"

That idea got a big smile. "That's a wonderful idea.  Thanks John."  He
leaned in and gave me a quick thank you kiss on the cheek.  Then he looked
down.

I followed his eyes and saw that his boner had gone soft.  I realized that
mine had as well.  As I watched his cock began to swell.  That sight caused
me to harden too.  We both looked up and he leaned in to give me a real
kiss.

Then he giggled. "I like the feeling of you getting hard against my bottom.
It's real sexy."

"I like watching you get a boner."  You think you've got another cum in
there."

His eyes twinkled. "I've got loads of cum for you but I want to make you
cum this time."

I grinned. "What did you have in mind you naughty sexy boy?"

He giggled and snuggled up to me, wrapping his arms around me again and
whispered in my ear. "I want to feel you cum in me.  Please, I want you to
put it inside me."

Concerned for him, I asked, "Are you sure?  Forgive me but you are so
small, I don't want to hurt you."

He shook his head. "You are so sweet John.  My step father never cared like
you do but I know we can do it."

He lifted up a little and my cock slid along his crack.  He shivered and
his cock throbbed between us.  I reached down a spread his cheeks and the
tip of my cock slipped between them.

My heart was racing but I was still worried. "Tan, I don't think I have
anything to use for lube."

He kept moving so that my cock moved in his crack closer to his tight
little hole. "Maybe we can do it naturally.  You know, with natural lube."

At that moment I felt the tip of my hardon wedge between his butt cheeks
and the boy applied some downward pressure.  "Is that the right spot Tan?"

He gave a trembling sigh. "Y ... yeah.  Oh man, it's so much better with
someone who cares, with someone I want to do it to me."

There wasn't much that I could do as the boy slowly moved spreading my
precum around.  After a few moments he tried to coax the head of my cock
into his tiny hole.  I concentrated on not cuming too soon.

Finally I had to stop him. "Hold still for a minute Tan or I'll cum too
soon."

He giggled as his chest heaved agains mine. "This is so hot John."

"It sure is but I really want to get inside you and cum there for you."

With that he laughed. "Just for me?"

I laughed back. "Well, for me to, you sexy teasing boy you."

Our talking had calmed me down some and Tan must have sensed it because he
applied more pressure and I felt his hole give a little.  He leaned back so
he could look me in the eye.

Then the head of my cock slipped in a little.  We locked eyes, smiling at
each other as he very slowly and carefully lowered, raised up and lowered
again until he had successfully gotten me all the way in.  His face showed
his intense pleasure as he did this.

Finally I felt the cheeks of his butt settle on my thighs.  The boy grinned
at me.  "There!  I knew I get get you all the way inside me."

I groaned. "Oh Tan.  Don't move or I'll cum right away.  You are so tight
and hot inside.  You feel so good.  I moved my hands up and down his back
and behind."

I had calmed down a little once again and made my cock throb inside him.
He giggled. "Oh God.  That is so sexy.  Do it again."  I did and he looked
down with a shy grin.

I stroked his smooth cute face with my hand. "You are so very sweet and
sexy Tan.  I wish I could stay inside you forever."

He sighed. "I wish you could too and I wish we could do this every night
for the rest of my life."

I chuckled. "What about days?"

He giggled. "You can come to the restaurant for lunch and I'll take you in
the store room for desert."

The spell was broken as he rose up an inch and eased back down again. "Oh
God Tan.  That feels incredible.  You keep that up and I'll cum soon."

He looked thoughtful. "I wonder if we can both cum at the same time."

I looked down at his boner sticking up between us.  I wrapped my hand
gently around it and pulled his foreskin down and then back up.  He
throbbed and I felt his ass muscles squeeze down on my cock.

It seemed very special to just sit there with this beautiful boy sitting on
my lap with my cock buried deep inside him.  To watch his face, his eyes,
his smile, as he, occasionally, would rise up a little and then slide down
on me again.  We just watched each other and enjoyed the wonderful feelings
we were sharing.

Slowly, I noticed that the time between Tan's rising up and coming back
down was getting shorter and that he was rising up a little bit higher so
the movement back in was longer.  I had to tell him, "I'm getting close
sweetie."

He grinned. "I hope so.  I want to watch your face when I feel you cum
inside me."

It was difficult for him to concentrate on looking at my face because he
would also roll his eyes up and move his head from side to side each time
he slid back down on me.

I tried to keep up a smooth pleasurable rhythm stroking his cock at the
same time but it was difficult.  Soon he moaned, "I'm real close John.  I'm
gonna cum.  Oh God!  Oh John!"

I looked down and his first spurt of boy cum leapt up and hit me in the
chin.  I looked back at his face and the look of wild lustful pleasure
filled it.  I could feel his throbbing contractions squeezing my cock and I
just grunted, "Cuming too."

Our eyes locked as we both gasped for air and thrust against each other.
Through our mutual lust we each smiled at the other and then the boy
collapsed into my arms.  I held him as our heaving breaths were the only
sound in the room.  I realized that both my hands were now holding his bum
and I slowly caressed him there and then up his back.

Tan had calmed enough to whisper, "That was so amazing.  I could feel you
throb and, I think, I could even feel your cum shooting inside me."

We cuddled in that same position for a little while but I felt my wilting
cock starting to slip from the boy's bottom.  Tan giggled, "I better
squeeze my butt cheeks so's not to make a mess."

I chuckled. "We're already pretty gooey."

He giggle again as he got up. "If we let it dry we'd be glued together
forever."

I cracked up. "Now that would take some explaining wouldn't it?"

Still giggling, Tan went into the bath booth and cleaned up.  Then I did as
well.  When we came back to my bunk, we cuddled for a while before I
suggested to Tan that maybe he should head back before he was missed.

The bot tightened his arms around me. "I wish we could be together every
night."

I stroked the back of his head.  "Well, we have tomorrow night in
St. Albans sweetie."

Tan sat up suddenly with a stricken look on his face. "Oh my God! Tomorrow
is St. Albans?"

"Yeah." I was confused. "So we have one more night."

"No." He whispered.

"No?  Why not?"

"Oh John." He looked about to cry. "We don't stay on the train tomorrow
night."

Still at a loss, I asked. "I don't understand.  Why not?"

A great big tear brimmed over the bottom of his right eye and slid down his
cheek. "My mother and step father will be at the performance because we
only live a couple hours away.  It's the last one and then afterwards, we
will drive home."

I was at a loss what to say.  He collapsed on top of me with a heart
breaking sigh.  I rubbed his back and tried to comfort him.  "Tan, this has
been so great.  Not just the sex but getting to know you and care about
you.  If you come to visit or even live with your grand father we will find
a way to get together."

He stifled a little sob. "You promise?"

I whispered in his ear.  "I promise sweetie."

"And, will you put it in me again?"

"As often as you like ... er, ah," I chuckled.  "As often as I can anyhow.
I'm no spring chicken ya' know."

"I don't care about how old you are, I love you."

"And I love you too Tan."

Hearing that the boy kissed me and I could feel him getting hard again.
Then he rubbed his revived boner against me. "Tan?"

"Yes?"

"Think you could cum again?  It would be a third time."

He looked at me and grinned. "I can try."

I had him stand on the bunk.  Then I got on my knees so his cock was right
in front of me.  I began by licking all around his cock and balls, then all
over his balls and I took each one in in turn and hummed and licked on
them.  He giggled and squirmed.  Finally, I licked up the length of his
boner and over the top.  His foreskin slid back as I took him in with my
lips tight around the head of his cock.  Then I started to suck and tongue
him.  My hands were busy too as I caressed his buns and slowly worked
towards his hole.

My middle finger easily found it and slipped into him.  It took a few
blissful minutes but eventually I felt his cock swell.  My mouth, tongue
and middle finger brought the lad to his third cum.  His cock throbbed in
my mouth and he shot 3 or 4 good sized spurts of sweet boy cum for me.  I
savored the flavor of my lover and eagerly swallowed.  Then I took my
finger from his hole, to his moan of disappointment, and let his wilting
cock slip from my lips.

I smiled up at him.  "You dear sweet boy. I am so glad that you had the
courage to come knock on my door."

He pulled my face into his tummy and sigh. "Me to John and I will find a
way to come see you again.  I promise."

Slowly we dressed and then, reluctantly, I gave the boy a kiss and let him
squeeze out the door and head back to his sleeper berth.


Chapter Seven - St. Albans

That last morning Tan and I had a nice breakfast together in the dining
car.  We chatted about many things but not about our lovemaking.  Then the
choir master came in and announced that all the boys should come back to
the sleeper car to pack up.  The train had just started up and headed for
St. Albans.

As Tan got up to go he leaned close and whispered. "If I can sneak away,
can I come to your compartment before we pull in to St. Albans?"

I smiled and answered, "I will be packing as well and will remain in my
compartment until we pull in or you come, whichever happens first."

He giggled at my perceived joke and scampered off down the aisle along with
a group of other choir boys.

About a half hour later, just as I was finishing packing, there came a
tapping on my door and it opened.  Tan was there and, after looking both
ways down the aisle, he slipped in and closed the door.  Then he ran to me
and hugged me tight.

He tilted his sweet face up to me and pulled me down to kiss him.  We
kissed long enough that I had to sit on the bunk and he climbed up into my
lap in his favorite position.

We were both hard and he rubbed us together but I had to stop him. "Tan, we
can't afford to have wet spots in the front of our pants."

"Oh, I know but I need you so bad."

I kissed his cheek. "Me too sweetie but we're both all packed with nothing
to change into."

He sighed. "I know.  It's just so frustrating."

"Sweetie, we will find a way if it's meant that we see each other again."

"I guess," he moaned. "I hope so."

We walked to the door and kissed one last time. "I'll see you at the
performance and the reception after."

"He looked close to tears. "Okay."

"And Tan?"

He looked back expectantly.

"I love you my sweet sexy boy."

He grinned. "And I love you my sweet sexy man."


Epilog - Down south

The last performance was a huge success and the reception brought in many
more good contributions.  I saw Tan with what I assumed were his parents.
His mom was hugging him and his step father just stood there seemingly
uninterested.  Tan was smiling but I felt sad for him.

Later, I was in the lobby of the theater when Tan came running out. "John,
John," he called after me.

I stopped and he ran up but stopped just short of me avoiding a public
display of affection.  He stuck out his hand and we shook while he winked
at least three times with a grin.  The he whispered, "I love you."

I whispered back, "I love you too sweetie."

He beamed and then turned and ran back into the theater waving his hand
over his head.

Early that June I received a call from an elderly Chinese gentleman who
introduced himself as Tan's grandfather.  He explained that Tan was coming
to work a summer job in the restaurant.  The main reason for the call was
that he did not have room for Tan to stay with him.  However, the boy had
explained to him that I was an important benefactor to the choir and had
offered to put up anyone from the choir who might be visiting the area.
With many many apologies, the gentleman was wondering if Tan could stay
with me until he, the grandfather, was able to find room for the boy.

I smiled at Tan's resourcefulness and told the gentleman that I would be
more than delighted to have the boy come.