Date: Sun, 4 May 2014 20:28:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Trained

More man boy interaction. What else is gnu. If you shouldn't, for whatever
reason, then don't. Otherwise N-joi the story. It is, however, the shortest
chapter I've ever written.

Hugs, Tag_m

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It was going to be a long and likely uneventful trip, other than the hoped
for scenery, about 42 hours give or take. Still it was better than driving
and besides, I had wanted to try it for some time; to ride Amtrak up the
west coast. Sure, I could easily have flown, that was how I got down to San
Diego to begin with. And I could easily afford to fly first class, hell I
could afford to charter a small jet or even a large one if I wanted to. I
didn't. I wanted to ride the train and so I did.

I was sitting at the station in San Diego reading an Eric Van Lustbader
shoot em up bang bang novel that I'd purchased just for the trip. Something
thick enough that I wouldn't just flash through, as I was wont to do. Too
though, I'd planned on catching some scenery and I had my laptop if I
needed some, ahem, more stimulating entertainment. I had jacked off on
planes, buses, boats, in cars, on a ski-mobile, just about everywhere but
never on a train so that was another consideration for the trip. I was
riding the Coast Starlight so had a large sleeper car that provided me
plenty of privacy for such a diversion, and a miniscule bathroom for
cleanup.

So there I sat with my small bag and laptop bag when an older woman and 3
children plopped down on the bench alongside me. The younger kids looked to
be maybe 5 and 7 years old, both girls. The oldest was a boy maybe 11 or
12. They were all very cute children but of course it was the boy was what
caught my attention.

He was blonde, the kind that California seems to grow an abundance of. His
hair was shorted on the sides, above his small double pierced ears, but got
much longer on top and back and was spikey without any bang hanging over
his forehead. His eyes were large, and of course they were blue, but an
interesting light blue. His small nose had a smattering of freckles. His
teeth were straight and crystal white but the top middle 2 were slightly
larger than normal but it didn't do a lick toward making him less cute. His
face had the Cali tan going and was pretty much blemish free. He had a tiny
brown mole right at the top of his left cheekbone and another even small at
the outer end of left eyebrow.

The boy was about 5' tall and couldn't have weighed more than 100 pounds
stark naked and stark naked would have been more than fine with me. He was
wearing sandals, tan shorts and a salmon colored t-shirt with no
logo. Around his tender neck was a necklace of small slightly rectangular
shaped cobalt blue beads, longer silver beads that had designs carved in
them and narrow plain silver beads. They were stranded with a large silver
bead then a cobalt a small silver a cobalt then a large silver and so
on. It was a very nice looking necklace and was perfect for the boy. It
helped highlight that he was a little hottie.

"Zephyr, please watch the girls while I go potty," the woman said then
scampered off. I hate it when women use that word. Right off the bat the
younger girl started to whine and the boy, with the unusual name of Zephyr,
tried to console her but she wasn't having any of that. The boy looked
toward me and as if apologizing said,

"She's hungry." His voice was that sweet, high pitched melodic sound
indigenous to pre-teen boys. I loved it.

"Well," I said opening my bag, "Maybe this will help." I pulled out an
unopened bag of apple slices, opened it and held the bag open for the boy
to take a slice. He was unsure about taking something from a stranger, the
little girl had no such issues at all but reached across the boy for the
bag.

"May I," I asked him and he nodded his head. I reached across him,
extending the bag and the little girl reached in and took a slice. In the
process I picked up the boys' fragrance, the kind that semi-sweet sort of
milky fragrance that boys his age give off. I could feel my dick move.

"You smell good mister, what cologne do you have on," the boy asked.

"My name is Tony and the cologne is Opium for men. Would you like a little
squirt?" He shook his head.

"No thank you. My name is Zephyr," he said offering his hand which I took
and got a gentle handshake. "Most people call me Zep."

"Well, the pleasure is all mine Zephyr. I bet you get asked a lot but does
that name have some significance?"

"It mean a west wind or gentle wind. It comes from the Anemoi, the wind
gods of the ancient Greeks. Actually the name is Zephyros. My parents are
sort of, well, stoners I guess you'd say. My sisters are Autumn," the
younger girl who was reaching for the bag of apple slices again, "and
Sienna Blue which is just a touch contradictory don't you think?" I nodded
my head, surprised at the boys' seeming intelligence and wit. I extended
the bag to Autumn again and then offered it to Sienna who also took a
slice.

"But then they were probably loaded on pot or something when they came up
with all our names."

"I guess pot will do that," I said, not having a response.

"It seems like. If you look up pot head in wiki-pedia you'll see their
pictures." I chuckled. I was liking this kid.

About that time the woman came bustling back from the restroom looking no
less frazzled than when she went in, saw the girls eating the apple slices
and immediately got all fussy about it.

"Cool your jets gramma, it's okay," Zephyr said, "don't go cardiac on
us. Tony offered it because Autumn was fussing, again." He looked at me and
whispered, "She gets apoplectic about everything."

"I heard that Zephyr," she said then looked at me. "But I suppose it's
true. Thank you for your kindness..." I filled in the blank for her. She
extended her hand. "Miriam Webster," she said then added, "I think it must
run in the family." Zephyr rolled his eyes and nodded his head and mouthed
"duh."

"Where are you all headed," I asked.

"Seattle," Miriam answered.

"For the summer," Sienna piped up.

"Well how about that," I said, "I live in Seattle as well." That of course
opened a conversation of where. I lived in a large rock pile on the edge of
Queen Anne hill overlooking the city, Elliot bay and the sound. The 3 story
house had been started around 1898 by my great grandfather, who made
zillions on timber and land. Sitting on 2½ acres of prime real estate
the 30 room house became mine at age 25 when my workaholic father pitched
over from a massive heart attack at the ripe age of 54. It was made of
stone, had a turret or 2, a bunch of fireplaces, huge leaded glass windows
of which many were stained glass, magnificent gardens, an outdoor pool and
cabana, hell, the list just goes on. I was just finishing up my Master's
UCLA so moved back to Seattle immediately after graduation.

"I live on Queen Anne," I told her.

"You don't say. Well isn't that something. So do I." She went on to tell me
where, which wasn't that far from my house in actual distance but it was
leagues in terms of status and value. She didn't quite recognize my street
but Autumn chose to get fussy at that moment so the discussion was tabled.

"She's fussy because she's up too early." At that moment it was a few
minutes to 6 so I could understand that. "She will likely go back to sleep
once we get settle in on the train."

"Do you have movies or games on your laptop Tony," Zephyr asked. I said
that I did have movies but no games. "Maybe we could watch a movie on the
train," the boy suggested and I chuckled

"That's very impolite Zephyr," his grandmother admonished.

"Tony doesn't mind nana," the boy responded then to me, "Do you Tony?"

"No I don't really. Never ask never know I always say. But that would
depend on whether there is a seat next to me available," I told him. He
admitted that was true. "But how about when we leave Los Angeles? You're
going to have a room just like us aren't you?"

"Zephyr," Miriam said sharply.

"Well, never ask never know," he retorted. Then I just plain laughed. I
patted the boy on the back and said I wouldn't be opposed to that at
all. Then to Miriam I said, "Honestly I could use the company and besides I
would imagine that being cooped on this train is going to get old for
Zephyr fairly quickly. The situation would work well for you too." The
woman actually nodded her head in agreement. So, it seemed set. The boy
would spend at least some time in my room.  Shortly after that we got the
call to board.

We had reserved seats in business class and as it turned out we were in the
same car. The girls wanted to share a seat so we did a little switching
around and I ended up seated next to zephyr and Miriam was with the girls 2
rows in front of us. Zephyr asked to play a game on my computer and I
explained that I didn't have any. He said he could go online to a site that
he uses and play one there. I explained that it was very difficult to do on
the train because of spotty signals. Still, he said he'd like to try.

My laptop was in my bag so I retrieved it for him and set it up on the tray
table in front of his window seat. I got it going, typed in my password. To
this day I'm not sure why it opened up to the image that it did. The photo
had somehow found its way into the "my pictures" folder where images what
my desktop background cycled through. The photo was of a group of 5 boys
standing on a sandy beach talking. They ages from about 9 to maybe 14 and
they didn't have a stich of clothing on and they were pretty much facing
the camera. It was a capture from a naturist magazine so there was no
prurient interest; they weren't aroused they were just a group of naked
boys talking.

"Oopps," I said, quickly slamming the top down but still, zephyr had about
a 3 second glimpse. The boy looked at me, first with a raised eyebrow then
his face split into a shit eating grin and he cupped and squeezed at his
crotch.

"Cool, he said in a barely audible voice. "I wanna see that again?"
Zephyr's hand continued at his crotch. I shook my head and leaned toward
him to whisper.

"I'm really sorry you saw that," I said into his ear. The boy shivered of
course at the hot air being blown into his sensitive auditory organ. He
turned his head so I turned mine.

"No, it's really cool. I like pictures like that; of naked boys." I nodded
my head, my brain going a million miles an hour at the possibilities. "It
gives me a boner," he said. I glanced down at where his hand was busy so
Zephyr pressed the fabric of his pants down to show me the pointed lump of
his obvious erection.

"My," I said into his ear, "You certainly do." He wanted to respond so I
turned my head.

"It's really, really hard," he breathed, then said, "Look." I glanced down
to see the top inch or so of his uncut cock sticking up out of the fly of
pants. The flesh was already becoming red from the trapped blood. He leaned
in again. "Reach over the arm rest and touch it Tony." I did a quick glance
of my surroundings, saw that no one could actually see what I was doing and
in any case the only one who might was curled up facing his window
seemingly asleep.

I turned sideways in my seat and leaned over as if to look out the large
window and in the process took hold of his rigid little boner and squeezed
then stroked it, sliding his foreskin back and forth over the head. Zephyr
sucked in air as the intense feelings of being touch and fondled shot
through his small body. Much as I wanted to stay and play I sat back
down. Zephyr leaned over.

"That felt really good Tony. I wanna do it again when we're in your cabin
only I wanna be naked. Do you have a boner too?" I nodded my head. "Turn
sideways," the boy commanded. I did as he asked and he quickly looked
around then felt me up, squeezing on my cock. "You feel huge; is it?" I sat
back down and leaned into him.

"I guess you'll have to decide for yourself," I whispered in his ear which
got me a grin and a quick kiss on the cheek. Zephyr began manipulating the
front of his pants then worked his boner up through the fly hole. With the
tray table still down in front of him it was pretty difficult for anyone
else to see that he was masturbating.

I kept making cursory check around the cabin, my eyes always coming back to
the hot young boy sitting next to me and jacking off. Zephyr's breathing
became faster and little grunts and groans and squeaks came from his
throat. He glanced at me through half lidded eyes, clearly as hot as a
young boy could get.

"I'm gonna cum," he mouthed. I watched his face change dramatically into
the expression of shock and surprise that many males get when their orgasm
starts. It was accompanied by a sharp intake of breath and other sounds of
cumming. I looked down and saw a bubble of liquid appear at his little piss
slit. Fuck, the kid was making sperm, albeit watery.

Zephyr continued to stroke himself, going back to sliding his foreskin back
and forth over the now slippery cock head. He finally stopped and rested
against his seat back with his eyes closed, his hands clasped over his
crotch so even if someone did glance down they wouldn't anything. His rapid
breathing slowed and the boy opened his eyes and looked at with an ear to
ear grin. He leaned toward me so I met him in the middle.

"That was goddamned fucking intense," he breathed. "I never done it in
front of anyone before." He put his clothes in order then asked if I was
still hard and I nodded my head. "I want to watch you beat off Tony," he
whispered and I whispered back that I wasn't going to do it sitting there
in the open. He stood up and squeezed past me whispering, "follow me."

Against my better judgment I did get up and followed him into the next car
where a restroom sat in an open space before going through the door into
the next car. Zephyr quickly opened the door and ushered me in. As soon as
the door was locked he turned to me.

"Take it out Tony so I can see it." I quickly unsnapped, unzipped and
tugged my jeans and boxers to my knees, my shirt help up out of the way by
my chin.

"Holy shit you're huge," the boy whispered in awe then reached out and
grasped onto 8¼ inches of thick cock. Just as quickly he dropped to his
knees and put his mouth over the head and started sucking me off. I felt
faint at the feeling of his warm lips wrapped around my flesh and I would
have loved to stay there forever but we didn't have forever.

I pulled away from him and of course got the question which I answered and
he nodded his head. I stood on front of the toilet and began stroking
myself, Zephyr watching intently. He decided to help by reaching under me
and cupping my balls then fondling them.

"Will that help Tony?" I nodded my head and gulped a yes." We heard the
door handle get turned but of course the door was locked. Zephyr
immediately began a loud retching sound accompanied by coughs. I continued
to jack off, doing my Kegel's to speed up the process.

"Here it is Zephyr," I groaned and a second later my cock started shooting
out ropes of cum into the toilet. Zephyr put his hand in front of my cock
and got shot in the hand and immediately started licking the gooey goodness
off of his palm. God this kid was a hottie. I finally slowed to oozing and
the boy got me to turn then quickly bent and put my cock head in his mouth
again and licked off the seeping sperm. He finally stopped, which was good,
as the ultra-sensitivity set in. He reached his arms up so I bent and
Zephyr kissed me hard on the mouth, pushing his tongue into me. When he
broke it he said,

"Next time I want you to cum in my mouth Tony." I put myself away while
Zephyr ran the water and washed his hands and ran water over his face. I
checked around, made sure there was no roaming sperm then flushed the
toilet. As we stepped out the door Zephyr said in a moderately loud voice,
"Thanks dad, my belly feels a lot better." The older lady standing there
waiting gave us a commiserating look as if she'd had similar experiences
with kids.

"I'm glad son. No more soda's and junk food for you." I thanked her for her
patience and we headed back to our seats. My nerves were still jangling
from the experience when we sat down. Zephyr whispered a thank you and I
winked at him and mouthed the same thing back.

The boy leaned back in his seat with his eyes closed and within a few
minutes was very softly snoring. I pulled out my book and tried to read but
to no avail. I couldn't keep the images of Zephyr out of my head. A tape of
Zephyr jacking off, sucking my cock, Zephyr eating my sperm and kissing me
kept repeating itself in my brain. That and the promise of even more to
come all conspired to block out any other possible thoughts or actions. I
put my book down and leaned my head back and closed my eyes.

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