Date: Fri, 24 Jun 2022 07:53:49 -0400 (EDT)
From: Graphmuse <dark_angel969@runbox.com>
Subject: West By Southwest ch 1

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     West By Southwest – Chapter 1





     My name is Garret Rush.  I had just finished my third year at
Northwestern studying Political Science, and was doing well academically.
I had also made a name for myself on the soccer team.  Becoming one of
their star players.  I'd been playing the game as long as I could remember.
Dad said my first ball was a soccer ball.

     I'm 6' tall, and had developed a nice build that seems to impress a
lot of people.  All the running and workouts had really paid off.  I found
it embarrassing how many times I'd find pics of myself posted all over the
Internet, often shirtless pics, and sometimes on rather sketchy websites.
I had never shared pics or posted anything of myself, although I was
tempted many times.  I recognized a lot of them were from sports sites that
had written articles about me, and a few gay sites that have made a big
deal about me being an "out athlete" on campus.

     I decided to take Amtrak's Southwest Chief back to my parents' house
in Los Angeles for the summer.  Traveling by train seems like an old
fashioned way to travel nowadays, especially for a young guy like me.  But
my parents liked traveling by train when I was a kid, and we would always
take the train whenever we went on vacation.  So I suppose that rubbed off
on me.  What I didn't plan on was how this trip would change my life
forever.  This is the story of that trip.


     DAY ONE:

     I'm sitting in the Amtrak Metropolitan Lounge at Union Station in
Chicago, waiting to board my train.  I had just celebrated my 21st
birthday, and all I could think about was the huge headache I had from
overdoing it the night before.  It was also the one last party before
everyone split up for the summer.  I had hooked up with a hot twink last
night and fucked him all night long.  So much so I thought I had broken my
dick.  Our soccer team has lots of groupies, mostly girls, but this was one
of our few male groupies.  He was incredibly cute and had that "boy next
door" look.  I woke up with him in my arms, but then realized I had to
catch the train.  We said our goodbyes with no time for a quick morning
fuck.  Thankfully, I made it to the train station in time.  Yeah, I'm
totally gay, and it's not a secret.

     So there I was, sitting in the waiting room with sunglasses on.  I had
just finished downing three Advil with my complimentary orange juice when I
noticed him.  The boy looked around 12 or 13 years old, slumped down in one
of the big chairs at the end of the spacious waiting room.  There was a
black travel bag and backpack next to him.  He looked like he was alone,
since there was no one sitting near him.

     He was wearing a black hoodie with the hood pulled over his head as he
stared at his smart phone. Tufts of dark blonde hair poked out around the
edges of his hood.  I could see the word 'Parker' emblazoned across the
front.  My eyes continued down to his Navy blue soccer shorts, then down
his long tan legs.  Then I noticed the boy's right ankle had an ankle brace
on it.  I'd seen enough of those to recognize he probably had a sprained
ankle injury.  He slowly opened and closed his thighs as if he was nervous.
The boy had kicked off his one Adidas flip flop and was basically barefoot.

     The boy shifted in the chair as he stayed focused on his phone.  I
could now see up one of the leg holes of his shorts.  He was wearing baby
blue underwear, most likely bikini briefs as it hugged his balls perfectly.
Then I noticed the prominent bulge arching across the front of his shorts.
The boy had his arm resting on it.  Then I noticed him slowly moving his
arm over the bulge, trying his best to be sly about it.  The angle I was
sitting at gave me the perfect view to watch him.  Plus, my sunglasses hid
my eyes so he didn't notice I was watching him.

     The bulge looked rather large for a boy his age. It had to have been
at least five inches long, maybe longer.  My 8 inch cock start to harden,
knowing this boy was hard.  Which was a problem, since I was only wearing
loose sweat pants and no underwear.  When you have a big cock its difficult
to hide it when it starts to do its thing.

     I was suddenly taken aback.  This mystery boy reminded me of someone,
but I couldn't place the face with my fuzzy brain.  Maybe a boy I was
attracted to when I was that age?  I always fucked around with guys my own
age, like the groupie twink I hooked up with last night.  But this boy had
caught my attention.  Why was I focusing on him?  Was it his daring little
boner?  Or something more?

     I took off my sunglasses just as the boy looked up.  We made eye
contact.  For some reason I smiled.  Surprisingly, the boy's gaze never
wavered and he gave a slight smile back.  I was too far away to really
confirm, but it looked like he was starting to blush.

     Suddenly the boarding announcement was made breaking our moment.
Everyone in the waiting room, including the boy, stood up and started
gathering their bags.  Then everyone started moved towards the passageway
like a heard of cattle.  I didn't know why, but I was glad to see the boy
was going to be on my train.  However, I lost track of the boy during all
the commotion as I joined the mass of people heading for track D.

     The Superliner train was waiting for me as I approached the sleeping
car at the front of the train.  There were a few people already lined up
waiting to board the sleeper car.  I joined the line and waited for my turn
to check in.  Then I overheard a conversation between a boy and an older
guy behind me start up.

     "How fast does this go?"

     "I don't know."

     "Do they have WiFi?"

     "I'm pretty sure they do."

     "Do I have to stay in the room?"

     "No, you can walk anywhere you want on the train."

     I glanced back saw a guy my age with a boy who looked to be around 11
years old.  Both looked slightly Asian, but with some white genes mixed in.
The older guy was tall with dark, short hair, and a toned muscular build
under his clothes.  He looked like a swimmer.  The boy with him was
shorter, but just as athletic looking with a black towheaded look.  The
older guy noticed me looking back.

     "Sorry, he has a million questions," the guy laughed. "Its our first
time on a train."

     "You'll love it. I've been ridden the rails since I was a kid."  I
replied as the line advanced forward.

     "Well, he's excited." The older guy said ruffling the boy's hair.  Our
eyes met as the guy cracked a smile.  I could feel him checking me out.
Then I realized my pride necklace was advertising my sexual identity, as
well as my semi hard cock in my loose sweat pants.  We both instantly knew
we were gay.  But I knew there was no chance of hooking up with this hot
guy on the train.  He'd be too tied up watching after the boy he was
traveling with.

      "I've ridden lots of things," the younger boy interjected with a
smirk as he looked up from my sweat pants, "but this is my first train."  I
got the feeling the boy was checking me out just as much as his older
companion was.

     "Yes, we will be learning together," the guy smiled as he hugged the
younger boy back into him.

     "Are you going to Los Angeles?" I asked, changing the subject.  Trying
to keep my mind out of the gutter.

     "Yup, we're going all the way!" The boy beamed as the line moved
again.

     "Cool, I'm headed to Los Angeles too, I'm Garret." I said as I held
out my hand.

     "I'm Kiran, and this is Trent." the older guy replied as I shook his
and Trent's hand.  I was about to ask if they were related, but the line
moved again.

     "Looks like your next," Kiran said.

     "Nice to meet you," I smiled, "I'll see you on board."  As I turned I
was greeted by a tall, good looking black man in an Amtrak uniform holding
a clip board.

     The attendant smiled warmly,"Hello sir, are you riding with us to Los
Angeles?"  He looked like he was in his late 30's.  His muscular frame
nicely filled out his uniform.  My eyes spotted a sexy bulge in his tight
slacks.  It wasn't hard, which made it all the more impressive.  I quickly
got my mind out of the gutter as I stepped up to him.

       His eyes paused at my throat, and then boldly, but quickly checked
out the rest of my body.  I realized he'd seen my Pride necklace and my
bulge.  But I didn't mind if this hunk was `interested' in what he saw, and
I was glad he made it obvious we're on the same team.

     "Yes I am. I'll be going all the way with you." I smiled as I handed
him my ticket.  He chuckled and looked at his list, comparing it with my
ticket.

     "Ah yes, Mr. Rush, I'll have you in bedroom A." the attendant replied
as he handed my ticket back, "My name is Al, and I'll take really good care
of you during your trip.  Head up the stairs and take a left.  I'll be
around to make sure you're settled in, explain a few things, and answer any
questions," Al smiled.

     "Thanks, Al. I'm sure you'll satisfy my needs just fine," I smiled
back.

     Then Al added with a wide grin, "Welcome aboard the Southwest Chief."
I stepped aboard with a sneaking suspicion that Al had just checked out my
ass.

     I climbed the stairs up to the second level and turned left down the
long narrow hallway.  What was nice about my room was it was the last
compartment at the front of the car.  The sleeping car I was in was closest
to the engine, so I wouldn't be getting a lot of foot traffic moving by my
door.

     I had gotten a full bedroom which was much more spacious than a
roomette, and I was happy my parents splurged on the extra cost.  It was
going to be a long trip.  Like the roomette, there are two berths; during
the day the lower berth serves as a sofa. The room also contains a chair
which faces the beds. Unlike the roomette, a bedroom includes a private
combination toilet/shower, and a small lavatory.  This would be home for
the next two days.

     After I got settled, I pulled out a bag of edible weed gummies and
stretched out on the wide sofa.  I munched on a whole gummie as I watched
the train pull out of the dark underground of Union Station.  Generally, I
would only take half of one because they pack a punch, but since I was on
vacation I decided to eat the whole thing.  Soon, the train was zipping
past suburban Chicago on the way out of town.

     10 minutes later I heard a knock on my compartment door.  I felt a bit
wobbly as I stood up to answer the door, the gummie I had eaten was kicking
in faster than I thought.

     I opened the door to be greeted by Al's smiling face.

     "Hello Sir, here is your dining menu." Al said as he handed me a form,
"Fill out what you want for dinner, and mark if you want to have it in the
dining car, or take it... in your room."

     His pause on "take it" caused me to blush and my cock to harden,
"Th... thank you."

     Al smiled at my blushing, "I'll be making your room up around 8:30
tonight.  If you want a different time, just let me know.  If you need
anything, just press the attendant call button."  Then the sexy black man
turned and walked down the hallway.  Not sure if it was the edible, but I
watched Al's ass as he walked away.

     After my interaction with my sexy car attendant, I decided to head up
to the observation car to stretch my legs.  Walking in a moving train while
high was something of a challenge.  But after a few unstable stumbles, I
was able to navigate myself to the observation car.  As I entered I noticed
there were a handful of people sparsely spread out.  The biggest group were
an even pairing of six men and boys chatting in the far corner at the far
end of the car.  I recognized one of them as Trent.  He was listening
intently to whatever they were talking about.  I realized the others he was
chatting with I had seen on the platform waiting to board when I first met
Kiran and Trent.  They seemed to be acting as if they all knew each other,
far from the feeling I had gotten when boarding the train earlier.  Kiran
was no where in sight.

     "Maybe they were part of a boy scout troop or something?" I thought as
I sat down on one end of the short sofa like benches in the middle that
faced the windows.  I relaxed and zoned out at the moving farmland that was
now zipping by, questioning if I should have eaten that damn gummie.

     After a few moments I felt someone sit in the chair next to me.  I
ignored the person until a bare foot rested itself on the window ledge in
front of me. I glanced at the foot.  It was a foot of a young person.  I
followed the sexy line of the person's leg up to a pair of blue soccer
shorts.  It was the boy from the waiting room!  He had his good foot
propped up on the window ledge, but was no longer wearing the black hoodie.
His medium, disheveled hair was dark blonde, and I was surprised he was
wearing a white compression shirt that fit his body like a glove.  It
showed off his developing body oh so nicely.  His coltish legs were on full
display causing my cock to harden again.  I couldn't believe this boy was
sitting just a few feet from me.  I started to wonder what his ass looked
like. Was it nice and firm?  As firm as last night's fuck?  Was he a
virgin?  Probably not.  I wasn't when I was that age.  WAIT!  Why was I
assuming he was even gay?  Then I wondered what his cock look like.  I knew
from what I had seen before that it was big for a boy his age.  I refocused
my stoned attention to the changing scenery as I tried to regain my
composure.  Why was this boy making me hard?  Then I heard his boyish
voice.

     The timid voice asked, "You're... Garret Rush... aren't you?"  His
question popped me out of my thoughts.

     "Yeah... how did you..."  He cut me off immediately.

     "I knew it! I've seen you play! You're awesome!" The boy said
excitedly.

     I smiled, both befuddle and flattered, "You have?" this young boy god
knew who I was?

     The boy grinned excitedly, "Yeah, you play forward for Northwestern!"

     "You've seen me play?" I was always surprised when someone knew who I
was.

     The tween started babbling, "Several times, I play on my school soccer
team and they take us to see you guys play all the time," the boy beamed as
he rattled on, "I have your autograph.  You probably don't remember because
you're always signing for huge crowds after the games."  Then it hit me.
There was a boy always standing to the side desperately trying to get my
attention at every game.  It was this boy!

     I replied through the fuzziness of the weed, "You do look
familiar. After the Michigan win? I remember you. Sorry it was so crazy and
we didn't get to talk."

     The boy gushed, "I can't believe you remember me!"  I scooted to the
end of my sofa next to his chair.  We were now only about two feet apart,
and could talk more privately.

     "What's your name?" I asked as I offered my hand.  The boy shook my
hand as we made eye contact.

     The boy said with a blush, "My name's... Logan," There was an awkward
pause as we held each others hand.  It felt like an electric shock touching
him.  I let go of his hand as we awkwardly grinned at each other.  I could
feel my cock inflating fast in my sweatpants.

     I asked inquisitively, "You traveling alone?"

     "Yeah, I just turned 13 so I can go by myself. I'm headed to Los
Angeles for a soccer camp thingy."

     "Can you do it with that ankle?" I asked gesturing to his ankle brace.

     "Oh that? I just have to keep it on for a few more days. Tweaked it
when I slide tackled someone." Logan smirked with a bit of pride.

     I grinned, "Slide tackle, huh? I guess you play dirty sometimes?" my
meaning purposely double edged as I rubbed my arm against my now rock hard
cock.  Thankfully, Logan couldn't see it, or at least I hoped he couldn't.

     Logan replied with a mischievous grin, "Sometimes, when I know I can
get away with it."

     I smiled back, "Yeah, it happens, especially when raw emotions take
over." I could feel my cock throbbing under my arm as I shifted positions.

     "Yeah, uh... raw... emotions."  Logan stammered as he also shifted in
his seat.  I noticed his arm positioned over his crotch like I was doing.

     I felt bold as I leaned in and whispered, "I sometimes have
problems... like that." I lifted my arm off my lap, fully revealing my 8
inch bulge arching to one side in my sweatpants.  I could see Logan's eyes
grow wide as he caught site of my bulge.

     He glanced around trying to act casual, then lifted his arm off his
lap.  My heart was racing as Logan revealed his boy bulge arching across
the front of his blue soccer shorts.  The same bulge I had seen earlier in
the waiting room.  Fuck! He was just as hard as I was!

     We looked at each other not sure what to say, but I could see the want
in his eyes.  Then three people stood up from the group Kiran and Trent
were chatting with and walked towards us.  We quickly covered our bulges as
we looked at each other waiting for them to pass.  As They walked past us
down the aisle I noticed it was Trent, an older man, and a good looking 15
year old.  The three continued walking down the aisle, leaving in the
direction of the sleeper car.

     Logan finally gulped out, "I... I sometimes get hard for no reason."

     I replied with a grin, "Are you sure its for no reason?" as I took my
arm off my lap, letting the boy see my erection once again.  Logan's face
blushed as his mouth opened slightly.

       Then he whispered as he ogled my bulge, "I... I know you're gay... I
noticed your pride necklace," then added, "I also read in the University
blog about you being openly gay."  He was right, the University paper did a
story on me being an 'out' athlete.

     Logan looked up at me and nervously stammered, "I am too... I
think... I mean... I'm... pretty sure. I've even... done stuff... a
little."  I could see his face blush, as he revealed his deepest secret to
me.

     There was another awkward pause as we stared into each others eyes.
Logan looked at me with a hopeful look, as if he was trying to gauge my
reaction.  In my head I thought, "Oh god! I feel like such a perv falling
for this boy? But FUCK! I want to kiss him right there!"

     I felt emboldened by the gummie, "Did you want a test and see if
you're gay?" as I flexed my bulge.  Logan stared at my crotch, then looked
up at me with a big, devilish grin.  He sat back and flexed his impressive
bulge inside his blue soccer shorts, then gently stroked the bulge with the
tips of his fingers..

     "I'd like to try."

     I wasn't sure if it was the weed?  Or how hot I was finding this whole
situation, but I suddenly suggested, "Did you want to... head back to my
room?"  Logan grinned and nodded his approval with a wild look in his eyes.

     "Let's go then," as I stood up.  Logan's eyes were still locked on my
prominent erection visible through the front of my sweatpants.  It was
right at his eye level.

     Then he whispered with obvious wonder, "Dude, you're freeballin'..."

     "It will be even freer when we get back to my bedroom."

     Logan looked up at me with a grin, then held out his hand. "I might
need some help, I had a hard time getting here with the train moving all
over the place."

     I realized the boy was down one foot.  I lifted him up and guided him
to the aisle.  His underwear was keeping his erection in check, but was
still noticeable through the front of his blue soccer shorts.

     I grabbed Logan by the hips and helped guide him through the lounge
car. Having Logan in front of me helped hide the bulge in my sweatpants.
But it also was brushing against the boy's lower back.  I knew Logan could
feel it.

     On the way out I was surprised to see Kiran and a brown haired boy
sitting together alone in the corner.  The boy looked to be around 11
year's old, and was sitting in Kiran's lap, laying against the older man.
The boy had his eyes closed as Kiran watched the moving scenery.

     Kiran noticed us.  He looked at Logan's bulge, then up at me and
smiled with an approving nod.  Just as Kiran looked away, I glanced down
and noticed one of his hands was down inside the boy's shorts, the other
was up under his shirt.  There were subtle movements happening both inside
the boy's shorts and shirt.  The boy had a look of pure ecstasy on his face
as Kiran stroked the kid inside his clothes.  Logan was oblivious to all
this as he concentrated on not falling over.

     I gasped in my head, "Fuck! He's openly molesting that boy right here
in the Lounge car?!"

     I didn't have any time to dwell on it as the movement of the train had
me focused on keeping Logan steady.  We moved into the next car, and on
several occasions I had to hug Logan into me when the train crossed over a
switch causing us to lose our balance.  We would lean against the wall and
wait for the train to stop rocking, which caused my straining cock to press
into the top of Logan's ass and lower back.

     "Sorry, the train is a bit unsteady," I smiled apologetically.

     Logan smiled, "I don't mind," as he leaned into me.  The grin on his
face assured me didn't mind the extra contact.  As I held him in my arms, I
realized how much shorter the boy was compared to me.  The top of his head
was just level with my chin.

     After a few minutes of wobbly walking, we finally made it into the
sleeper car.  Towards the middle of the hall I spotted Trent and the 15
year old standing in front of the doorway of one of the roomettes.  The
older man stepped out of the roomette as the two boys entered. The man
stood in the door frame, talking to them.

     As we got closer I overheard the man say, "I'll be having another
drink in the Club car. The lube is in the bag. Have fun, but try and keep
it quiet."  The man closed the door to the roomette as the privacy curtain
pulled shut inside.  The man turned and looked at us with a bit of surprise
on his face.  As he let us pass I noticed him looking down at Logan with
leering eyes.  The man noticed me and nodded his approval, just as Kiran
had done.  What was going on on this train?

     My foggy brain wasn't really sure if the man said "lube", but the more
I thought about it, the more it made my cock throb.  Surely, he didn't say
that, did he?  Why was I thinking such pervy things?  More troubling, was
the realization of what I thought those two boys where about to do.  I'd
seen all of them earlier, huddled in that group in the lounge car, but I
didn't think anything of it when the three stepped away from the others and
left.  Did I just witness a hookup?  Clearly, Kiran and Trent were a part
of something after seeing him with that other boy in the observation car.

     I tried to clear my mind.  Thankfully Logan stopped in front of one of
the roomettes further down and pointed to the door labeled Roomette Number
2.

     Logan looked back at me over his shoulder and grinned, "That's my
room."

     "My bedroom is further down." I gestured with my head.

     "Bedroom?" Logan replied a bit confused.

     "Yup" as I guided Logan around the corner and down the long hallway of
bedroom compartments.  Right before we reached my bedroom, the door to
Bedroom B opened and Al stepped out. He was tucking in his shirt.  When he
turned to face us, I noticed his hard cock snaking down the leg of his
slacks, a slight wet spot had formed at the end of his impressive bulge.

     Al smiled and greeted us, "Hello Mr. Rush, I see you made a friend." I
noticed his eyes glance down at Logan's crotch approvingly, no doubt
spotting the prominent bulge in Logan's soccer shorts.

     Al looked at Logan, "How are you Mr. Harrison? Should I serve dinner
to you in Mr. Rush's room?" So the boy's last name was Harrison? Logan
Harrison.

     "I... I don't know yet," Logan stammered bashfully.

     Al grinned, "Well, just ring the bell and let me know what you'd
like." before he scooted past us.

     We continued on, finally reaching my bedroom.  I lead Logan inside and
locked the door, then pulled the privacy curtain closed.

     Logan gasped with a bit of concern, "Wow! I thought he'd say something
about us."

     I smiled as Logan looked around the bedroom, "No, Al is cool, he's
family."

     Logan looked at me confused, "What do you mean, family?"

     "He's gay."

     Logan's eyes grew wide as he smirked, "Ooh, family...!" as he figured
out what I was implying.  Logan continued looking around the room then
blurted out, "This is so cool!"

     He opened the bathroom door and peeked inside. He gasped, "You have
your own bathroom?!" as he inspected it, "and it has a shower?"

     "You can use it if you want."

     Logan turned with a devious smirk, "Can we... share it?" then he
blushed with a sheepish grin, realizing what he just said.  I stepped
closer, returning his devilish grin with one of my own.

     Logan started babbling, "I mean... together... at the same time?"

     I simply replied with no judgement, "If you want?"

     Logan glanced around the room one more time, "Yours is so much bigger
than mine!"

     I chuckled, "In every way."  Logan looked down at my bulging sweats
and giggled at my double meaning.  The train suddenly lurched, causing
Logan to fall towards me.  I caught him in my arms.

     He looked up at me, "Thanks, the train is... a bit unsteady."  There
was another long pause as I held him in my arms.  I watched his expression
change to a more serious look.

     "Are you nervous?"  I asked as I felt his body start to tremble.  I
swear I could hear his heart beating.

     Logan gulped, "Yeah, kinda..." as we continued to stare into each
other's eyes.

     "Don't be, you're a very sexy boy." as I ran my hands through his dark
blonde hair.  I felt him tentatively wrap his arms around my waist as he
gently pushed his head against my caressing hands.  I took his head in my
hands and moved my face closer to his, our lips were almost touching,

     "Will this be your first kiss?"

     Logan cooed, "Yeah..."

     I could feel Logan's breath catch as my lips gently brushed against
his for the first time.  I pressed my lips against his, then gently ran my
tongue across them.  Logan relax into me as he opened his mouth.  I felt
his tongue gently enter into mine as we started to hungrily kiss each
other.  Logan hugged me tighter as he ground his erection against me.  I
cupped the boy's pert ass cheeks and pulled the boy into me as I ground
back.

     Then it hit me, I was making out with a 13 year old boy!  Was I now a
perv? A boy lover?  A pedo?  I've kissed tons of guys before, but this kiss
felt so different.  Maybe it was because Logan was younger and smaller?
I'd never felt more excited than I did at that moment as I started to run
my hands all over his toned boyish body.  I wanted him!  I wanted to make
love to him.  Show him how good sex could be.  I wondered if Logan felt it,
too?

     Between kisses I mumbled, "Fuck, you're so sexy, Logan," as I ran my
hands down into the back of his soccer shorts and into his bikini briefs,
feeling the bare skin of his perfectly smooth bubble butt.  I felt Logan's
hands slip under my shirt as he started feeling me up.  I flexed my abs and
felt his fingers gently trace over them.

     He broke off our kiss and looked up at me.  Then he gasped softly,
"Wow..."

     I pulled him back into another kiss as his hands plunged down into my
sweatpants, searching for my hard member.  I grunted into Logan's mouth as
I felt his hands grip my throbbing 8 inch shaft.  I flexed it in his hands
causing Logan to giggle excitedly into my mouth.

     Logan groaned into my mouth, "God, I've wanted this so bad," as he
kept feeling up my cock.  I was shocked to hear that coming from the mouth
of a 13 year old boy.  I forget boys can have strong sexual urges.  So
desperate to experience it.  I know I did when I was his age.

     I pulled my hands out of Logan's shorts and grabbed the bottom of his
compression shirt.  Logan raised his arms up allowing me to strip it off of
his body.  I turned Logan and laid him back onto the sofa.  I slowly
stripped off my shirt, then knelt down in front of Logan and gently took
his ankle boot off.  I paused and looked up at Logan.

     "You okay with this?"  The boy nodded approvingly with wild
anticipation in his eyes.  I continued as I reached up and started to pull
his blue soccer shorts off.  Logan lifted his hips off the sofa allowing me
to slid his shorts down and off his smooth coltish legs.  Logan was now
sitting on the couch in just his baby blue bikini underwear, his erection
arching nicely across the front, pointing to his left hip.  A wet spot
marked the tip of his leaking boy cock.

     I got between his legs, and slowly pulled down the front of his
underwear until his hard erection popped free.  He had a beautiful, 6 inch
uncut cock, the purple head just peaking out from underneath the foreskin
as it leaked pre-cum like crazy.  He only had a few wisps of hair around
the base, but his balls were perfectly smooth.  I completely removed his
underwear, leaving the boy entirely naked.  Logan spread his leg wider,
allowing me full access to him.

     I thought, "Damn! Logan is hung for a boy his age!" as I gently took
his shaft in my hand and started to slowly stroke it.  Logan let out a soft
gasp as he watched me.

     Logan suddenly whimpered, "Ooooooohhh..." as I watched more pre-cum
ooze out of his piss slit.

     "Feel good?" as I kept gently stroking him.

     Logan softly moaned, "Oh God, yessss!" as his cock head started to
emerge from under his foreskin.

     I leaned down and took the tip of his young cock into my mouth,
teasing the head with my tongue, tasting Logan's sweet pre-cum for the very
first time.  I looked up to see Logan watching me with a far off stare as I
pleasured him.  Logan gave me a sly smirk right before I engulfed his
entire cock.  It fit my mouth just right.  Not too wide a fit and just long
enough to hit the back of my throat.

     "Oh Garret..." Logan groaned as I started sucking on the entire length
of his beautiful boy cock.  I ran my hands over his hairless trembling legs
as the boy started making subtle upward hunches with his hips.  I pulled
off his cock briefly to remove my sweatpants, then wet my finger.  Then I
moved back and engulfed his cock once more as I fingered his boy
hole. Logan opened his legs even wider as I started to gently apply
pressure.

     Logan let out a sharp moan as he felt my finger slip into his tight,
hot hole.  His cock got even harder in my mouth as my finger went deeper
and found his prostate.  Logan started to mumble, "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna
cum!"

     Then his tween body suddenly tensed up, his smooth thighs squeezing my
body.

    Logan grunted, "OOOHH FUCK!" as he started shooting his sweet boy cum
into my mouth.  I swallowed as much as I could but the boy really flooded
my mouth.  Some of it escaped out around my lips but I was able to get most
of it.  When he finally stopped cumming I pulled off and sat back and took
a deep breath, admiring the sexy, sweaty 13 year old.  I moved and sat on
the sofa next to him.  He quickly cuddled up into my side, still reeling
from his orgasm.  I wrapped my arm around him and hugged him into me.

     "Did you like that?" I asked as I caressed his smooth tummy.  Logan
didn't say anything for a minute as he seemed still out of it.

     Logan finally gasped out, "That... was... incredible. What did you do
to my ass?" He asked quizzically as he reached over and started stroking me
as the train gently rocked us, "You touched something... and I felt like I
was gonna explode."

     "That was your prostate. Its a special spot that makes everything feel
so much better."

     "That was the best!" Logan said excitedly, then asked, "Can you do
that again?" as his cock started to harden again with amazing speed.



To be continued....

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