Date: Thu, 31 May 2012 18:18:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ned Worthy <ned.worthy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy on the Train Part 3

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The next time I saw Sam, it was a week later, and his parents were out of
town for the night.  His sister was at a friend's house, so it was just him
and his older brother, who was sixteen.  I felt touched that instead of
inviting some friends over for a party or something on such an occasion, he
texted me.  Of course I immediately cancelled any plans I had in order to
spend time with him.  I was looking forward to being with him as part of
his daily life, eager to find out how the little details of the seemingly
mundane.

He told me his brother would be gone from noon to about dinner time, so
when I pulled into his driveway, I walked up to the door knowing we would
be alone.  I could feel myself getting hard under my pants.  This was
ridiculous, I thought.  I legitimately had no control over my lust anymore.
I rang the doorbell and a few seconds later he opened the door, again
shirtless, wearing grey sweatpants with his school's emblem on the leg and
a pair of those fur-lined moccasins.  Apparently it was a slow morning.  I
remembered back to when I was in high school, sleeping until eleven and
lounging around til mid afternoon. His boxers were hitched above the
waistline of the sweatpants, and his bulge looked inviting.  I love
sweatpants, I repeated in my head.

 "Hey you," I greeted him.  He scratched his head, running his hands
through his hair.  "Hey man," he said, with a naughty smirk.  "What can I
do for you?" He smiled again, this time that easy smile.

Oh man, this kid had me on a string.  "Umm..." I stammered, shaking my
head.  He laughed and shut the door.  Although I tried to come up with a
response, my brain was so clouded with desire that I just exhaled and
pressed myself against him.  I needed to feel his warmth, his soft skin
against mine.  We kissed passionately, our hands exploring each other's
bodies.  He hadn't brushed his teeth yet, which sounds unattractive, but I
loved his natural taste.  In between kisses and breaths, he lifted up my
shirt and kicked his shoes off.  We began to move up the stairs as a unit,
trying to stay balanced. As we continued up, he hastily unfastened my belt
and unbuttoned and unzipped my khakis over my rigid boner.  I groped his
ass, probing his crack and moved my hands up and down his back and
shoulders.  Finally we reached the landing at the top, and while he began
kissing down my neck, I massaged his erection through the sweatpants.
Again, it wasn't long before I grew impatient, and I yanked them down along
with his boxers.  We rounded the corner and I hopped as I tried to take off
my pants, move forward, and admire him as he trotted into his doorway.  His
perky little ass jumped a bit as he moved and when he turned around, yet
again he took my breath away; his perfect boner standing straight up,
proudly.  Bewildered, I got out of my boxers and took off my socks.

"Well this is it!" he said, catching his breath.

It was great to see his room--subtly masculine, definitely all teenage boy.
It even faintly smelled like it.  It was attached to his brother's room,
and they shared a bathroom.  Cream colored walls with a deep red border;
some trophies on his desk behind his schoolwork, dirty t-shirts and boxers
scattered on the floor.  Sports equipment lying around.  Nothing too
fancy-- just a twin bed.  He had a navy corduroy duvet with a forest green
underside and LL Bean plaid flannel sheets.  I noticed a few white stains
on the duvet and smiled to myself knowingly.  I could just imagine him in
his room, his family thinking him asleep, quietly jacking off, whimpering
as he came.  Imagine his mom washing the sheets, perhaps oblivious, but
maybe thinking that her perfect baby boy was on the hard road to manhood.
Little did she know just how active he was.

My naked body greeted his, and we rubbed our dicks together.  "Mnphhh..."
he moaned.  I put my hands up the back of his neck and head and pressed him
closer to me, and we explored each other's mouths, our tongues dancing.
After awhile, he kissed down my chest to my navel and rubbed my ass.  "I've
been wanting this all week," he admitted, and it was nice to know that it
wasn't just me going crazy thinking about him.

He licked the head of my penis and I gave out a great shiver, worried that
I would cum already.  I wanted to prolong it as much as possible, enjoy
it. He licked up and down and finally sucked and took all of my shaft,
slowly, down his throat.  He tugged at his dick when he got going a little
faster. I could feel my dick growing harder than before, and I closed my
eyes and listened to the sounds of him slurping away at my dick.  "Mm," I
heard him say through his full mouth, and I looked down at him, lightly
touched his soft head.  He looked perfect.

His tongue swirled around and around on it, coaxing my seed up from my
balls.

"Unnhhh...ohhh," I breathed.  "I'm close."

"Mm," I heard him reply, and he let go of his cock and quickened his pace
again.  My breathing got faster, my body tensed as I panted, "yes, Sam! Oh
yeah!"

My legs started to weaken and tremble.  I felt four of five big blasts
shoot in his mouth as he continued sucking and he actually grabbed my ass
to pull me closer and get more of my dick down his throat.  My dick started
to soften but he kept milking me dry, licking around his lips for some that
he might have missed.  "God that was amazing, Sam," I said as I pulled out
finally.  He laughed as he wiped some cum from below his nose.  "Man you
cum a lot," he said.  What I didn't tell him was that it usually wasn't
this much, or certainly not this intense.  "Yeah, sorry about that buddy,"
I said, and he looked up at me.  "Ned?" he asked earnestly.

"Yeah?"

"Is it bad if I like it?"

He was so cute it was unbearable.  "No, Sam.  It's not bad.  Not at all."
He shrugged his shoulders, and said in a small voice: "Okay."

He got up off his knees, his cock still unbelievably hard, aching for
release.  Despite just getting off, I was just as hungry for him to be in
me again.  "Let's both lie on the bed this time," I suggested.  I kissed
him and we flopped on his mattress, side by side.  "Put some spit on it," I
told him.  He sat up and I watched the saliva drip from his mouth into his
hand. He lubed himself up as I turned myself on my side.  He started
flopping his dick against my ass.  He knew I loved that.  "Ohhhh Sam," I
whispered, "Ohh buddy your dick feels good."

I reached around to stroke him before he positioned himself to fuck me.  He
gently lifted my leg up, his hand on my inner thigh, and moved his dick
into his hole.  He tried to shove it in but missed, which was a big tease
for me.  Finally he entered me and I could feel my shoulders raise in
pleasure, my body crunch up.  He started slowly and sensually. My body was
on fire.  I could feel his cock growing, thickening inside me.  "Ohhh," I
cried.

"Oh yeah," he huffed.  He nestled his head in my neck, kissing me as he
fucked me.  He gradually started got rougher, and the transition felt
amazing.  I loved feeling his niee, big, taut balls slap against me, feel
his sweat slip against my body.  This position demanded that we be close to
one another, which of course I appreciated.  He was thrusting more
aggressively now, jabbing his throbbing dick into me with more force.
Still, I wanted more.

"Harder," I pleaded breathlessly. "Fuck me harder!"

He grunted and began dicking me as hard as he could.  I moaned loudly,
maybe too loudly, and I turned back my head towards his and we sloppily
licked each other's mouths.  I was rock hard again.  He pulled his face
away and panted, "Here it comes," and I saw him close his eyes and his
mouth open, licking his lips.  "Oh yeah, Sam!" I begged, "give it to
me...please..."

"Aggghhhh," he cried, and I felt him pumping in me, pumping me full of his
young seed.  "Yes!" I gasped.  I wanted to feel him inside of me
forever. Even as it grew softer, his dick felt so nice and warm in me.  "My
god, man." I leaned towards him.  "You're fucking amazing."

He beamed and his face flushed red; he was still recovering from his
orgasm.  On his nightstand, his phone vibrated.  He didn't move to answer
it.  "You gonna get that?" I asked.

He pulled his cock out, leaving me suddenly empty, and stretched over me to
reach his phone.  His dick brushed my abs as he came back on to the bed,
laying on top of me.  "It's my brother.  I can let it go."  "What if he's
coming home early? We don't want to get caught."

He clenched his teeth and answered, still recovering his breath: "What's
up?"  It was so hot that he was talking to his brother completely naked, on
top of me, after just having fucked me senseless, cumming deep into my
asshole...as I lay helpless, desperately wanting more of him.

I couldn't hear his brother on the line.  "Okay," Sam said.  "See ya
later."

He hung up and kissed me.  "He'll be home around five."

We both lay back, staring at the ceiling, processing our thoughts.
Eventually, he looked over at me and nodded his head in the air.  "You want
to do it again?"

I was amazed he could get ready again that quickly.  I guess he was
fourteen, after all.  "Yeah, Sam.  I want to." Of course, I was far past
denying it at this point.  I didn't even pay any attention to my now
throbbing boner.  His face was so adorable, so perfectly at peace, he could
have asked me anything and I would have agreed happily.

He got onto his knees.  On my stomach, I took his half-hard dick into my
mouth, and eagerly sucked him.  After a minute or so, I pulled off of him
and jacked him.  I slid in between his light-haired legs so that my face
was positioned just in front of him.  I crooned my neck up from the bed.

He seemed unsure of what to do, looking at me quizzically.  "Dude, fuck my
face." After I said it, I shook my head, not believing those words I had
just said.  How much had changed in a couple weeks.  I opened wide and he
shoved his veined member back into my waiting mouth.  He rocked back and
forth, bringing his hips out and then back in.  I pulled him closer to me,
but then I felt him tense and knew I had to stop.  I flipped over onto my
stomach, wedging my boner between myself and the sheets.  He spread his
legs and slid himself back in my hole, collapsing on top of me. "Mnhh." My
eyes rolled in pleasure.  I loved feeling his weight on my body.  With my
legs sandwiched between his, he felt even thicker than usual.  "Man your
dick's so big," I whimpered.  "You like it?" he asked, kissing my ear.
"God yes!"

He humped me, grinding me into his bed.  When he got more forceful, my head
was mashed sideways into his sideways, but I only felt pleasure as I
breathed harder and harder.  He got back on his knees and started fucking
faster, and I get so caught up in it that I begged him to grab my hair.  He
was a little surprised but pulled my hair so that my head was closer to
him, pounding me even harder.  "Let's switch," I said, and I moved on to my
back, lifting my legs into the air.  He quickly shoved his dick back into
me, and I gasped with delight.  He pushed his entire length in and got a
rhythm back; again I could feel his nuts swinging and hitting me.  "Oh
yeah, yes," I cried.  My dick was flying around, begging to be released,
and I frantically grabbed it and seconds later my cum flew all over my
chest.

Even though this was his second time today, it didn't take him very long to
tense up, and he pulled out and started to furiously whack it.  His dick
was right over my package, and I could feel his hand, brushing against me.
His arms straddled my shoulders and I couldn't help but notice they had
some nice definition to them.  But my focus was shifted quickly back to his
cock, and soon he was wildly spewing his jizz all over me.  When he had
finished, he collapsed onto me, and I could feel our loads mixing as our
chests rubbed together.

"Fuck!" I cried.  He lifted himself up, and curious, he ran his hand over
my lower chest, picking up some of our combined cum.  He brought his
fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, and giggled.  "Taste good?" I
asked.  He just raised his eyebrows and smiled.  "Try it!"

Obviously, I did, lapping up the remaining seed on his chest, licking him
until he was dry.  "We should probably shower," I said, and he laughed and
nodded in agreement.

I followed him into the bathroom, and he twisted the knob to turn on the
shower.  It was surrounded by glass.  We stepped in and washed each other
delicately.  After awhile, I couldn't resist going down on my knees one
more time to take his manhood in my mouth, and I could see through the
steam into the mirror the image of me blowing him.  I can still see
it--it's seared in my mind.  He shuddered as I sucked him yet again, and
when he was ready, he buckled, pulled out and came all over my face and
hair.  I was so thrilled was pleasure it was like I was living in another
world.

When I had finished washing the cum off my face and out of my hair, we
stepped out and toweled off.  It was so cute the way he rubbed his hair
vigorously, his softened dick swinging between his legs.  We giggled to
ourselves as we found his sweatpants on the landing, my clothes strewn
everywhere.  He put on a clean t-shirt.  Once we were both fully dressed,
we walked down the stairs, both of us in a daze.

He looked at me.  "Hey...you should come to my soccer game on Monday," he
said.

I didn't have to hesitate.  I was there.  "You got it, bud. I'll be there."
I turned to open the door.

"It's at six, at the park...hey Ned?"

I looked back at him.  "Thanks."

I walked over to him and kissed him, again sensing myself totally out of
control.  I finally sighed and walked away.  "Dude...thank you," I said.

I drove home and couldn't stop smiling the whole way.

As always, I love feedback, suggestions, and comments.  Next up are some
new sexual adventures for Sam and Ned and they find some new places to be
with each other.