Date: Mon, 4 Jun 2012 17:50:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ned Worthy <ned.worthy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy on the Train Part 5

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So obviously, Emma and I broke up.  She had seen a fourteen year old boy
rubbing his leaking dick all over my cum-covered face.  If that's not a
relationship killer, I don't know what is.  Part of me was relieved, I
guess, but part of me felt really guilty.  How could she possibly have
known that I was into boys? I never let anything on to her, I never acted
strange.  This was all very new to me.

Of course, she was mad at me and even threatened to tell Sam's parents and
the police.  This was very concerning, and without scaring Sam, I texted
him that we should probably lay low for awhile, maybe three weeks or so, at
least until things blew over.  I told Emma that it was a one-time thing
(which was clearly a lie) and that it was just weird curiosity.  But later,
she went through my phone while I was in the bathroom, and found all my
texts to Sam: "God I wish I could have your big dick in my mouth right
now." "Hahaha hope your brother doesn't see that! Your cum is still
dripping out of me!" "How's school? Thinking about you and your hot, sweet
cock...can you cum over and fuck me senseless after practice?" I honestly
was even a little surprised to read them myself.

Frantically, trying to calm her, I told her that I would cut it off, never
see him again.  She seemed to feel okay about that.  Understandably,
though, she was so enraged and dazed by the whole thing she couldn't even
stand to fight with me about it.  So she left, and I didn't see her or hear
from her.  But still, I wanted to be cautious. I didn't know if and when
she would break and start telling people about Sam and me.

But unsurprisingly, my lust got the better of me.  We hadn't seen each
other in almost two weeks, since we were caught on Saturday.  I was trying
to exist normally, and smooth things over with Emma so she didn't ruin my
life, when I got a simple, direct text from Sam: "Come over."

This was not what I needed. He even had agreed we should lay low! Still,
against my better judgment, I found myself responding, dick hardening in
anticipation: "Are you alone?" "Yeah, for an hour," he replied.

Soon I was in my car racing over to his house, dick hard already.  It was
pathetic how much I wanted to see him.  I got there in five minutes,
basically speeding the whole way, and walked up to the door.  He opened it
and closed it, and we stared at each other for a second.  But it was just a
second.  Our clothes, gone in a flash.  Inhibitions, out the window.

We hungrily kissed each other and staggered up the stairs to his room, our
bodies pressed.  "I've missed you," I said in between breaths.

We fell onto his bed.  He sighed.  "It's felt like forever."

He told me he had a high school dance tonight.  "You got a date?" I asked.

"Naw, not yet," he said, looking down.

"What? You gotta have a date!"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah dude. Call someone!" I slowly lowered my head and licked the head of
his dick.

"Mnnhh," he cooed. He told me there was this one cute girl that was
interested in him, Sarah.  Who couldn't be interested in him?  I thought.
This girl was probably crazy for him.  She probably fingered herself at
night, dreaming of him.

I had a dirty idea.  "You should call her now," I said, rubbing his balls.
"It'll be hot." I eagerly took him in my mouth again.  He giggled.  "Ooh,"
he breathed, licking his lips.  I loved this naughty side. "Maybe I will."

He reached for his phone as I continued to blow him.  He was adorably
struggling to even dial.

As he waited for her to pick up, I increased the intensity, twisting down
his shaft, corkscrewing up and down the length.  "Hey....unhhhh...Sarah,"
he said.  The sounds coming out of his mouth were unmistakable.  "Yeah
I'm...umm...fine... sorry, I just went for a...oohh...a run..."

This was so fucking hot, I thought.  He smiled and playfully pushed me way
as he looked down at me, slurping away at his cock.  But I knew that he
wanted me to keep going. "Anyway, I was just wondering...would
you...unhhh...go to the dance with me...oh so nice...I mean tonight? I mean
Saturday!" He was getting close.

I could tell she had happily agreed (of course she did), and while I'm sure
she was giddy, he let out a great moan as he came in my mouth.  "Unggghh,"
he cried.  "Sounds good!" he panted.  "Alright, see you at six!" He hung up
and exhaled and laughed.  "You're bad," he said, as I wiped the excess cum
from my lips.  I had just tarnished one of adolescence's defining moments
for him--asking a girl on a date--and although again I felt guilty, the
erotic nature of it was too much for me to bear.

"So," I said, catching my breath, "do you like her?"

He chuckled.  "Not as much as you."

"Good answer," I laughed.  "But seriously."

He went silent and his chin dropped.  Finally he looked up at me.
"Honestly?" He paused again.  "I'm not into girls really.  I don't know
what's wrong with me."

I wanted to hug him and just hold him in my arms, but instead I sat there
on his bed, and I said, "I'm not either." And a few seconds later: "Sam,
there's nothing wrong with you.  You're perfect the way you are."

"You think so?"

"Yeah man.  I really do."

He looked me in the eyes and I stared back at him, his wide eyes melting
me.  "I love you," he said softly, embarrassed.

Initially, I was shocked that he said that.  Maybe he said it because he
didn't really understand the true meaning of the world.  But I didn't care,
because I knew that I felt the same way towards him, whatever he was
feeling towards me.  And when I thought about it later, I believe it to be
true: it was love.  What else could it be? "I love you too, Sam," I
whispered, resting my head on his lap.

We stayed like that for a couple minutes, quietly enjoying each other's
company.  He broke the silence: "You should come for the pictures before
the dance."

I was hesitant.  Of course, I wanted to spend more time around him, but I
also recognized that he needed to be a normal fourteen-year old sometimes.
He needed to hang with his friends.  "I don't know, Sam. You should just
have fun with all your buddies.  Maybe even get a kiss from Sarah," I
teased him.

"Uch," he said in disgust.  "Come on! You'll like it.  One of my friends
will be there, and... and he's really hot..."

I had never heard Sam talk about another guy, and hearing him say those
words turned me on hardcore.  "Oh yeah? What do you like about him?"

He looked at me, a little ashamed.  "Well...he's just hot...got a really
good body...and...well...a nice dick."

Man, I was boning up again real fast.  "You've seen it?"

"In the locker room after soccer practices.  A couple of times, yeah." I
wish I could be there for those changing sessions.  Maybe an assistant
coach position's open? I thought to myself.

Hearing his description of Will was enough to convince me to go.
"Alright," I said. "I'll be there."

He lightly pumped his fist, which was the sweetest thing in the world.  "I
want you to, uhh..fuck me again," he said.

I started to lay back in his bed, but he got up.  "Not in here," he said,
giggling nervously, trotting through the bathroom.  He looked back at me,
with a naughty grin on his face.  "Let's do it in Jack's room."

Sam was turning out to be kinkier than I thought.  I immediately got
heated.  I wasn't about to talk him out of it.  I followed him through the
bathroom to his brother's room, which was similar to his own, with the
faint smell of sweat and musk, probably from dirty laundry, old sports
clothes.  Hats hung on the wall, which was covered with posters of
basketball players.  His brother had a double bed, which gave us more room.
"I want to have room to roll around," he explained.

First, I wanted him to ride me, so I lay on my back and he understood right
away. "Yeah," he nodded in agreement.  Like a seasoned veteran, he spit
into his hand and lubed up my dick.  Then some more, which he rubbed around
his asshole.  He lined up his ass with my cock, grabbed it and lowered
himself down onto me.  "Ohhhhh!" he cried out as I entered him, leaning his
head back.  "Man!"

"Take it slow," I told him, wanting him to only feel pleasure and not pain.
Carefully, he sat on me and took my whole length.  "Mmmhhh," he moaned.
"Yeah." He leaned his hips forward a couple of times and then wriggled
around, fucking himself in circles.  He was really getting into it.  "Sam,
that feels so good," I whispered to him.  He started riding me faster, his
beautiful dick swinging from side to side, slapping his abs, standing
straight up. It was really hot to see his face as he bounced up and down,
his cheeks slapping my thighs.  "Oh yeah, fuck me," he panted.  I grabbed
his dick and started jacking him.  "Yesss," he hissed.

We were making a lot of noise; it was good nobody was home.  His brother's
bed creaked and creaked.  His brother would sleep in this bed tonight, not
knowing we had fucked in it.  I released his dick; he arched his back as I
lifted up my hips to pound him harder.  "God yes!" he cried.  I was in
heaven, pure bliss.

I was surprised he wasn't getting tired but I remembered he was fourteen
and played all kinds of sports.  He probably could go forever, I thought.
Still, I suggested we switch.  He lifted himself off my shaft and exhaled.
He got on his side, his ass looking so cutely perfect.  Getting behind him,
I shoved myself into him again, and fucked him from behind.  "Oh man, Sam,
this feels so good!" I breathed in his ear. I continued to slide in and out
of him, his leg in the air to allow me access to his hole.  After awhile,
we rolled over to the other side quickly, intertwined, my dick still in him
the whole time.  I couldn't hold it much longer, I had to cum.  "I'm gonna
shoot soon," I told him.  "Me too," he eked out between moans.  "Ohhh," he
groaned, and he shot his sperm all over his brother's bed.  That spurred my
own orgasm, releasing my load into his hole.  He continued to tug his dick
as I slowed, pulling out of him and spreading the rest of my seed on his
ass cheeks.  "Man your dick feels good," he said, turning around to kiss
me.

"You're incredible," I replied.  We looked around us.


"We're gonna have to wash these sheets," he laughed.  His cum had soaked
them, and now his asshole was leaking my own onto the covers. How would we
explain that? I thought.  Why would Sam wash his brother's sheets? I looked
at the time.

"Shit! Sam, it's been over an hour."

"Oh shit," he looked at me.  "All our clothes!" He ran down the stairs and
picked everything up.  I ran through the bathroom into his room and waited
for him to bring my stuff up.  I could hear a car pulling in the driveway.
He sprinted up the stairs and as quick as we could, we put everything on as
we heard his family come in.  His parents called out: "Sam, honey!  We're
home!"

Fuck! I thought.  Sam ran into the bathroom; he still didn't have his
boxers or shorts on. How were we going to get out of this one? His dad
bounded up the stairs.  "How you doin, bud?" I was still fastening my belt
when he came in the doorway, my bulge was probably a little noticeable too.
"Oh! Hey Ned, good to see you again," his dad said, reaching out his hand.
He didn't seem to be bothered by any of it. As I shook his hand, I looked
down and realized I only had one of my socks on.  Jesus Christ.  This was
so obvious.  We heard the toilet flush and Sam came out of the bathroom,
his face still flushed.  His package was a little healthier than usual,
too.  "Hey Dad," he said, out of breath.  Man, he was beet red.

"Hey bud," his dad greeted him.  "You guys play some soccer?"

"Yeah we practiced a bit in the backyard, but not for long because Ned's
gonna pick up my suit from the dry cleaners.  We were just getting
changed."

His dad looked at him angrily.  "Sam, what? Ned, that's very nice of you
but you don't have to do that. Sam, we can do that now."

"No, it's no problem, I have to go that way anyway."

"Yeah, Dad, he's gonna bring it back in time for the pictures.  He said he
could stay for a bit and help out."

His dad was still confused but shrugged his shoulders and accepted it.
"Thanks so much, Ned," he said.  "Things are a little crazy around here.
You're a lifesaver."

I finally found my other sock and put it on.  I ran into his sister on the
way out the door.  She was pretty, with long, flowing strawberry blonde
hair.  "Hey, I'm Ned," I reached out my hand.  "I'm Kate," she said,
smiling.

"Nice to meet you."  I had now met everyone except for Jack, whose sheets
were covered in cum now.  As I walked out the door, I texted Sam to remind
him to do laundry this afternoon.

When I came back a couple hours later with his suit for the pictures, their
house was buzzing with activity.  Jack had a baseball game that night, and
he was getting ready to go.  I actually came in the door as he was
inserting his cup.  He looked a lot like Sam, just as good looking but
bigger; same soft eyes, brown hair cut shorter, freckles on his face, more
muscular and built.  I pretended not to notice the cup and introduced
myself.

"Jack," he said in a nice, gravelly voice.  "Nice to finally meet, Sam
talks about you all the time. Seems like he's really getting into shape."

Was he ever, I thought--not for soccer, though.  I held onto his hand for a
bit longer than I should've, but I savored the fact that it had just been
down in his crotch.  He apologized because he had to rush off to the game,
and as he left, I sniffed and licked my hand quickly, taking in his faint
scent.

Suit in hand, I went up the stairs, where Sam had just turned off the
shower in the bathroom.  "Come on in!" I heard him cry.  I opened the door
and through the steam I saw him drying himself, lightly rubbing his crotch
with the towel, starting up his scrotum, drying his balls and then his
shaft and pubes.  Oh God.  He looked so soft and moist, drops of water
running down his tight body, his chest slightly red from the heat of the
shower.  "Hey," he said huskily, scrubbing his hair dry and shaking the
rest of the water from his head.  He had had his hair cut short, and it
looked just like Jack's.  He had messed it all up while toweling off.
Really hot.

I wanted so badly to go up to him like usual, feel his warmth against my
body, but I knew it wasn't the time or place and so did he.  He grabbed his
boxers off the floor and stepped into them, put on some deodorant.  I
looked down at his package in his underwear.  I handed him the
suit. "Thanks," he said.  I watched him dress himself.  He looked fantastic
in a suit, so manly and adorable.  I couldn't help but notice his
bulge--how it was exactly how I wanted my own to look: rounded and sizable,
but not too much.  Mine always stuck out a bit because my dick was small
soft and didn't hang down.  There was a big difference.

I helped him with his tie when he was ready. I reached around his neck and
looked in the mirror.  My dick was pressed against him and I started to get
hard.  He giggled at me and I kissed his neck, reached around and quickly
groped him through his black suit pants.  I tightened the tie and stepped
back, patted him on the shoulders.  "You're all set, big guy," I said.

Soon people were over at the house and all of the kids were setting up for
the pictures.  I saw him with Sarah and they looked cute together--she was
obviously enamored with him--but I knew that he wasn't interested in her,
of course.  There were some other cute boys there which I predictably
perved on, Sam stealing knowing glances at me as I chatted with them.  I
also spotted Will, Sam's friend, and yes, he was as stunning as Sam had
described.  Beautiful blonde hair, perfect jaw line, blue-green eyes, a
great bright smile, dressed in a slim fitting suit which showed off his
nicely developing body.  Girls probably swooned over him.  He was coolly
confident but unassuming, just a sight to see. I was drooling,
open-mouthed, before Sam's mom asked me if I wanted anything to drink.  "No
thanks!" I said, breaking my stare.

While they took pictures, I started to notice Will looking over at Sam
often, smiling devilishly.  Sam would see him and his lips would kind of
curl, smiling meekly, and he would look down, embarrassed.  I wonder what
that was all about, I thought.

But I forgot about that when just before they were all going to get in the
limo to the dance, I went to the bathroom and as I came out Sam pushed me
back in.  Just like on the train, I thought.  This was so risky---but we
had started everything with the ultimate risk on the train, so this was
just a continuation.  We both enjoyed the thrill, I think.  "Just for a
minute," he told me.  I loved this side of him.  He fished for his dick in
his pants, poking it through his boxers and pants fly.  I fell to my knees
and took him in my mouth, eager to suck him again.  "Fuck that feels good,"
he said.  This was his big night, and he was starting things off right.
"We don't have much time," he hissed, and he held my head as he put more of
his dick in me.  "Mnhh," I croaked.

"That's it," he whispered, "Just like that." He continued to pump his
length in and out until he shuddered and came in my waiting mouth.  Barely
even after he had finished, he leaned down, kissed me, and quickly opened
and shut the door.  He left me with an aching boner, cum between my lips
and nose, on the floor of the downstairs bathroom of his house.  I could
hear people shuffling by.  I reached for the lock, stood up, and looked
myself in the mirror.  You know, just to remember if it was still me.  I
splashed myself with some water, and dried off, and went back out to watch
them leave for the dance.

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