Date: Wed, 8 Aug 2012 19:16:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ned Worthy <ned.worthy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy on the Train Chapter 8

Just a reminder:

This story is a work of fiction; do not read it if it is illegal for you to
do so, depending on your age or where you live; if you are offended by sex
between an adult male and teenage boy; author cannot accept responsibility
for any actions carried out in imitation of the story; story cannot be
reproduced.


I quickly became a regular member of Sam's family, often eating dinner at
their house, attending games, and so on.  After a few weeks, it was to the
point where I was seeing them at least a few times a week.

Sam and I had planned to see each other on a Friday afternoon, after
practice.  When I came to the door, though, Jack answered and told me he
would be a little late.  He looked pretty great, I had to say--he had
clearly just woken up from a nap.  He scratched his head and yawned, and
pawed at his bulge in his basketball shorts.  I stole a glance and returned
my gaze upwards. "It's cool," he told me, "I wanted to get the chance to
chat with you in private anyways."

I immediately became nervous.  Did he know? I shifted my weight, eyes
darting around.  Or...maybe he wanted to do something? That thought quickly
evaporated. No way.

"Sam's been doin some weird stuff," he continued.  So, apparently neither
one of those things, although this intrigued me.

"Okayyy," I stammered, "Sure."

"Why don't you come up to my room?" My heart skipped a beat.  I followed
him up the stairs, looking at his beautiful ass the whole way just as I had
stared at Sam's more than a few times when we tore our clothes off on the
way up.  The back of his t-shirt had "Miles" across it and the number 31.

"You like 31, huh?" I asked.

"Nah.  Some other kid took my number.  29."

I nodded.  We turned into his room, and I noted that Sam and I had fucked
in that very bed not too long ago.  I thought of him riding on my dick,
bouncing up and down.  I was starting to bone up.  Again, I smelled that
unmistakable boy smell...dirty clothes, sweat, dried cum, deodorant...which
to me smelled great.

"You can sit anywhere," Jack said, and I sat on the edge of his bed.  With
a great flop, he launched himself onto the bed, bouncing it, and he put his
arms behind his head.

I was still very anxious, but I asked coolly, "So, what's up?"

He exhaled.  "Well, this a little weird, but, I'm not asking my dad, so
here goes...Sam's worrying me.  First, I think I found, you know, cum...on
my sheets.  So that was strange.  I mean, I get it, he's 14 and all, but
why not do it on your own bed?"

I hung my head, hoping to stay calm.  He continued.  "But then, a few days
later, his phone was out..." Jack stopped to cough.  My heart was racing;
my mind frantically thinking that he saw a text from me or something.  "And
it was a text from his friend Will.  Do you know him?"

Not much better, I thought.  "I've met him once."

"The text said, `You dreamin of my dick? Hope you're ready for round two.'"

My throat caught; I gulped.  It was probably after the locker room
incident.  Or was it?  "Have you asked him about it?" I said.

"No, I'm kind of afraid to.  I mean, I didn't think Sam was gay.  What if
it was just Will messing around? He's just usually really nice-mannered and
stuff.  I don't know." He shook his head.

Sam was pretty gay when he asked me to fuck him, I thought.  Or when he
told me the story about him and Will.  But I couldn't tell that to Jack, of
course.  "Tough to say," I shrugged.

"Well I just don't know what to do."

"I would just see how things progress. It's probably all harmless.  He's
exploring, he's 14.  The thing with Will was probably a joke."

He nodded.  "Yeah, you're right. Okay.  Thanks, Ned, I appreciate it."

I looked at him and the lump in his shorts seemed a little healthier than
before, his semi bulging.  His shirt had been lifted up a bit, exposing his
lower abs.  I stared probably a little too long and didn't realize that I
had boned up too, seeing him like this.

He probably felt me staring and looked over at me, and saw my unmistakable
erection.  Our eyes then met, and I wanted to suck him right then so bad.
It was almost like seeing Sam for the first time, on the train.  I started
to tremble, uncontrollable with lust.  I know it's wrong, wanting his
brother too, but it turned me on so much I didn't care.

"I'm sorry, it just gets like this sometimes," he said hoarsely.

"Me too."  I hesitated.  "Obviously," I giggled nervously, glancing down at
my tent.

I lay down next to him, our sides barely touching.  He stayed absolutely
still, which surprised me. The feeling, the energy between us, was
electric. I reached over and touched his thigh, and I felt him shudder, but
then move away.

"I'm not gay, you know," he whispered.

"Okay," I said, but I kept my hand there, stroking up and down.  Finally,
after awhile, I brushed his balls and began to tug his quickly hardening
cock through the fabric of his shorts.  You could tell he was really tense
and nervous.

"Relax," I said, and I pulled his shorts down over his shaft, which was
really hefty.  Looked just like Sam's, which was endearing and exciting to
me, just larger--thicker and longer by a bit.  Can't say I minded that!

"Ned, I don't know if this should be happening..."

I wanted his dick so badly, I just ignored him.  I leaned my head down to
his crotch and took as much of his length in my mouth as I could.

"Ohhh," he groaned.  "What are you doing man? Oh my god."

I loved his throbbing member in my mouth, and I eagerly sucked his sizable
dick.  He leaned his head back to enjoy it, intermittently looking down at
me in disbelief that I was doing this.  But although I caught his eye a few
times, I was totally focused on the task at hand.

"Man, that feels good when you do that," he said as I licked up his shaft.
"Mmhh," I answered, briefly wondering if Sam had ever done this with him
before.  Probably not, but you never know.

"Ned, I didn't know...you like this stuff?"

"I love your dick, man," I said, breathless. I couldn't even deny it.  I
had to say it.

I tried going deeper and gagged once, but then relaxed my throat and took
most of him in, eliciting another moan.  Then, I picked up speed, dying to
taste his cum.  After a minute or so, he grabbed my head.

"Ned...unhhh...I'm gonna...you know...shoot..."

I kept on sucking.

"Ned! Pull off!  I'm gonna cum!"

I stayed on him and he gave a great, sexy groan and fired in my mouth.  His
thick seed flooded my mouth; I tried to swallow to accommodate more but I
gagged and had to pull off.  A few more spurts hit my face and hair before
I took him in my mouth again.  I loved his taste, more salty than Sam's and
thicker--more musky too.  Really manly.  Finally, he started to soften and
he pulled out.  I grabbed his still weighty dick and stroked him gently,
the rest of his cum slick in my hand.

Jack looked at me like I was crazy as I brought my hand to my mouth and
licked his jizz off.  I probably looked like a complete mess with his seed
all over my face.

"Ned, I..."

"It's okay, Jack.  It's my fault," I said.

"This shouldn't have..."

"My fault."

I wanted badly to touch his dick again but knew it probably wasn't the best
idea.  He quickly tucked his softening penis into his shorts as I wiped the
remaining cum from my face.  He got up from the bed and I followed him,
saying, "I should go anyway."  I started to feel guilty about what had
happened, but I had made him feel good, and I felt proud and exhilarated
and like a total slut at the same time.  He knew I was gay now for
sure--how would he think otherwise? And now he probably was suspicious of
my motives with Sam (rightfully). I had now been with Sam and Jack--what
was next, their Dad?  This was crazy, and couldn't happen again, I told
myself.  This was too much. But as I thought that I plucked some cum from
my hair and licked it off my finger.  Without saying anything else, we
walked down the stairs and I drove home.

That night, Sam apologized for being late and we made plans to see each
other Monday.  It seemed like forever. Monday finally came, and I was
excited but a little nervous about what had happened with Jack.  But when I
rang the doorbell, no one answered.  I wondered if he had forgotten about
our plans; I hadn't texted him today.  The door was open so I just walked
in.  I heard some noise coming from the basement, so I figured he must not
have heard me.  I started walking down the stairs and my heart sank.  Their
cleats strewn on the stairs, shinguards flung on the ground.  And there was
Sam, on his knees, with Will's throbbing dick going in and out of his
mouth.  They were still in their soccer clothes, and Will's shorts were
just pulled down enough to allow his boner out.  Sam was eagerly sucking
him with his hand in his own shorts, jacking himself.  I stood at the top
of the stairs--they still hadn't noticed me.  "That's it, Sam," Will
encouraged, "Damn dude you're so good at this."

Sam pulled off, taking a big breath.  "Man I love your dick!" he panted.
My heart sank again.

He gobbled Will's dick again hungrily, twisting around the shaft, working
him.  I have to admit that it was hot watching them.  I'm sure I was hard
as ever but also angry--angry at not only Sam for betraying me, but Will
for being so tempting and at myself for enjoying the show.

Sam pressed his face as far down as he could, deep-throating Will, his face
in his bush.  "Take your shirt off," Sam told him.  "I like your chest."
Will removed his shirt and revealed nicely developed pecs and shoulders for
his age and washboard abs.  A beautiful body.  "Mmm," Sam moaned, and he
pulled off and licked up Will's light-haired sweaty thigh to his sac,
taking his balls in his mouth.

"You like that?"  Will asked, licking his lips, eyes closed.

"Mnnpmh...yeah..."

"What do you want next?"

Sam got up and kissed him passionately.  They stumbled onto the couch as
Sam quickly yanked down his shorts and boxers and eagerly did the same for
Will, swiftly kicking them aside.  Sam flopped on the couch, lifting his
own legs, socks still on, waiting for him.  Will stood over him.  "Tell me
you want it," he said, breathing heavily.

Sam was squirming, impatient.  "Ohh I want it!" He almost screamed it!

Will slapped his cock on Sam's ass cheeks, toying with him.  "I need your
dick in me, Will. Come on." He wriggled his ass again. How much has this
been going on? I thought.  I guess long enough for Sam to be begging him
for it.

Will laughed.  "You got it, bro." He slid his hefty member in, eliciting a
loud groan from Sam.

"Ohhh, man your dick's so big...ohmygod fuck me," Sam moaned.

Will rocked his hips back and forth, fucking him harder and faster.  With
his thrusts, he crushed Sam further into the couch, so much that his whole
body was condensed into a little ball.  His hole was more exposed than ever
for Will to fill it up with his boner.

Their bodies slapped together, Sam wrapping his hands around Will's ass
cheeks, inviting him to go deeper.  "I'm gonna cum soon," Will croaked.

"Yessss," Sam hissed, and I could see the waves of ecstasy run through
Will's teen body as he climaxed, infusing Sam with his young seed.  I
watched as he tensed up, continuing to pump my Sam full of his cum.  When
he had finished, he slipped his dick out, and Sam whined for him to put it
back in.  "Just one more minute," he pleaded.

Will smiled, shook his head, and rubbed his still leaking dick around Sam's
asshole.  Finally, he inserted his softening member back in.  "Unhh," Sam
sighed, and his body melted.  He put his hands on Will's strong, tight
chest.  "That was even better than earlier."

What? My mind was racing.  Jesus, how often did they do this? Will laughed,
thrusting forward one more time.  "I thought we might get caught...I mean
we left class for like fifteen minutes!"

Sam gasped as Will shrunk his hips in and slid his cock out.  He giggled.
"He probably thought we were taking massive shits or something."

Will leaned down, their tongues dancing again.  "Could you go again?" Sam
asked.

"Anytime you want, man."  Will continued.  "I want to fuck you standing
up," and Sam leaned his head back in pleasure, lightly laughing, ready to
enjoy another round.

"Get up dude," Will said, and they moved, kissing each other on the way to
the wall.  Once there, Will pinned Sam's hands on the wall, kissing down
his neck.  "You have a sexy chest too," Will commented in between kisses.
He was already hard again. Sam moaned and lifted his leg, waiting for Will
to enter him again.  Will grabbed Sam and lifted him, and stuck his dick
back in his slippery hole.  "Yes!" Sam cried, panting.  Will grunted, his
arms bulging from lifting his friend.

Their bodies mashed against the wall, Will's powerful thrusts pushing Sam
upward.  "Tell me you love it," Will panted.

"Harder...unhh fuck me, Will," Sam urged, bouncing up and down.

I shook my head, closing my eyes to prevent myself from crying.  I was
losing him, and quickly.  I gathered myself, and walked further down the
stairs.  Sam wildly kissed Will's neck, encouraged him to go deeper.
Finally he caught me out of the corner of my eye, saw me walking with a
shocked, disappointed look on my face.  Now I knew what it was like to be
Emma, I guess.  It wasn't a good feeling.  Sam went limp, whimpering as
Will continued to fuck him.  He tapped him and told him to stop.  Will
lowered Sam and looked back, seeing me.  "Oh shit!" he cried.  "Who the
fuck is he?"

"Don't worry," Sam said nervously. "He's cool." Will frantically searched
for his boxers and shorts.  They were at my feet.  I picked them up and
briefly thought about holding on to them.  His boner was softening but
still impressive and swinging from side to side.  Instead, I tossed them to
him.  He quickly put them on and tucked his deflating hard-on into the
waistband.  Sam, looking defeated, found his clothes and started to put
them on, too.

Will picked up his cleats on the way up and raced out of the house,
brushing past me.  Neither Sam or I knew what to say.  He didn't bother to
find his shirt, and he sat on the couch, hanging his head.  He brought his
hands to his face to cover his eyes.

Finally I spoke, although I was barely able to. "We were supposed to meet
up now.  I'm sorry to barge in on you guys like this."

He hung his head even lower, then raised it to look me in the eyes.  "I'm
really sorry."

"Why did you do this?" I said.  "Why wouldn't you tell me?"

"I thought you would be mad..." Tears welled up in his eyes.

In truth, I was furious.  "Well I am now.  It makes me sick to think you've
been running around with him secretly like that."

"I know."

I needed to know everything now...no more secrets.  "How many times did you
guys do it? How long have you been fucking?"

His face went red.  "Umm...well after that first time, the time after
practice...I saw you...and then I sucked him later that night.  He invited
me over to study."

Jesus Christ, I thought.  That was a slap in the face...after he initially
told me about it, he couldn't even go hours without seeing him.

"Then, the next few days after practice, same thing.  Saturday, we had a
game and then there was a party.  He slept over at my house afterwards and
I wanted him to fuck me.  So we fucked then, then during a study hall on
Monday, and then a few days later, I guess most recently...on Friday..."

I stopped him, saying, "Alright, that's enough." I sighed, feeling sick to
my stomach.  What could I do?

I was so angry with him-especially considering that he broke our plans to
hang out to stay late after practice with Will on Friday.  But in the end,
I couldn't exactly get too worked up...he was fourteen, after all--rabid
with sexual energy.  What would I have done at that age? But also because
of what I had done with Jack.

"Okay," I said.  "Can we agree to have full disclosure from now on?"


He paused.  "Yeah," he said quietly.

"Okay, because I need to tell you something, too."

He looked shocked, but also almost relieved that he wasn't the only one of
us that had something to hide.  "What?"

"Well, while you were with Will on Friday, we were supposed to have plans.
I came over here, and Jack answered the door.  First, he told me a few
things you should know."

"Like what?"


"He found cum on his sheets from when we fucked there.  And then he saw a
text from Will to you."

Sam's face was completely flushed with embarrassment.  "What...what did it
say?" He was probably freaking out at this point.

"It said, `You dreamin of my dick? Hope you're ready for round two.'" I
could feel my voice catch a little bit.

"Shit." He looked like he was about to cry. "Shit.  But he still doesn't
know about us?"

"No, I don't think so," I said, putting my arms around him to console him.
But there's something else.  We were talking about this in his room, and
well, we both got a little excited."

He looked up, curious.  "And?"

"And I ended up blowing him."

"What?" he cried, jumping out of my arms. "Jack's not gay! I'm sure of it!"

"I know he's not.  He didn't do anything to me.  I just sucked him.  I'm
sorry, it didn't mean anything.  But he looked pretty good, laying there
like that."

"Oh my god, that's crazy!" Sam said, bewildered. "And kind of awesome.  I
always wanted to try something with him, but I figured he would freak out.
Wow.  So, did you, you know, swallow?"

"Oh yeah.  It was pretty great.  He cums a lot!"

"Wow.  I wonder if he's suspicious of us."

I'm sure he was, at least a little bit. "I don't know.  But yeah, so from
now on we tell each other everything."

He shook his head, still amazed.  After a long pause, I asked him, "Is this
just about sex, Sam?" and he said no, that it wasn't at all, and then we
leaned into kiss each other.  It was sweet, but passionate, and I knew
then, that despite all the craziness, that we would stay together.  That we
loved each other more than anyone else even in the face of Will or Jack or
whoever.  And that meant something, and I know that he understood it too.
As we grew more heated, started to move our kisses downward, we heard a
knock on the door.  Looking around, Sam realized that Will had forgotten
his shinguards.  We looked at each other mischievously, slyly, and knew
what we both wanted.

Nervously, he said, "I'll answer the door, get him down here, and we'll go
from there."

My heart was racing, completely excited.  "Okay."

After a few minutes they walked down the stairs.  Will looked a little
sheepish; Sam was bright red and smirking.  Their shorts bulged out a
little more than usual--they both looked amazing. We awkwardly stood there
for awhile before Sam spoke first.

"Will, this is Ned--Ned, Will."

Will stuck out his hand and we shook, and even shaking his hand I knew I
wanted all of him.  He had a nice, strong handshake and I felt weak in his
grasp.  It's an amazing thing, attraction.  That a fifteen year old could
make you feel that helpless.  I looked him up and dow and what I thought
(and feared) was immediately confirmed: he was pretty much perfect.

"So...what do you guys wanna do?" Sam asked excitedly.  My heart was
pounding--(and boner tenting)---how could this be real??

I was slightly disappointed when Sam walked over to Will and started
passionately making out with him, but then I dropped to my knees to take
turns sucking them both.  I unbuckled Will's belt, unfastened his pants as
I admired his bulge, and pulled down his boxers to reveal that hefty cock;
hastily engulfed it as he kissed Sam's neck.  Ran my hands on his smooth,
creamy skin. Then I switched to Sam, yanking down his shorts and sucking
the dick I loved so much.

"Unh that feels good," Sam moaned, probably feeling better than ever
before--being sucked by me and kissed by his friend.  He slowly undressed
Will as he stepped out of his shorts, kissing him, pulled his shirt over
his head to reveal that chest, kissed his nipples.  As I pulled off for
air, Will gently pushed Sam's head down, and we both nuzzled ourselves in
Will's musky package, Sam eagerly sucking him while I licked and caressed
his balls.

"Oh yeah," Will panted as I grabbed his ass, Sam still sucking him.  "You
guys fucking like that dick don't you?"

Sam and I didn't respond.  At one point, Sam pulled off and gave me a
devilish grin.  I smiled back at him, and we knew that this was special.

After a few minutes, Sam stopped and said, "I want Will to fuck me while I
suck you."  Will chuckled.  A pang of guilt, because I knew how much he
wanted Will, but I shuffled into position, not questioning him at all,
ripping off my clothes as fast as I could.

Will lined up and penetrated him, picking up speed quickly as Sam moaned
and moaned, loving every second of it. I felt another pang of guilt as I
continued to watch Will completely defile my sweet Sam, just absolutely
railing him.  But it was really hot too, of course.  I inserted my member
into his mouth and he whimpered.  It seemed then that any innocence he had
left, any lingering straight bones in his body, were gone.  From the train
incident on, he had become a complete cock fiend, and he had two in him
now.  And he was thrilled.

But I desperately wanted to feel Will inside of me too.  "Fuck me, now,
Will," I begged.

"Oh, you want it too?" he asked, surprised.  "I didn't know you were into
that...you know it's Sam's specialty."

I didn't even pay attention to his attitude, just breathlessly replied,
"yes..come on."

I lay down beside Sam and there we were, two helpless guys shaking in
anticipation of a fifteen-year old stud's dick.  Sam looked over at me
jealously, and fingered himself (I didn't know he did that!)  as Will
shoved his massive member inside of me.

"Ohhhhh!" I cried.  It hurt pretty badly.  He pulled out and then shoved
back in just as quickly.  Still pain.  One more thrust, this time deeper,
and now there were waves and waves of pleasure.  He was bigger than Sam and
I could feel the difference.  He was filling me up, and I felt like I was
on another planet.

I tried to stifle a moan (don't know why, just did) but it got out anyway,
prompting Will to say, "you like that, don't you?"

Obviously, I did--"ohmygodyes," I said, panting heavily.

"You want it harder?"

"Yes! Fuck me harder!"

Sam got up and slotted his boner into my waiting my mouth, shutting me up.
Now, I was in the same position as he was before, and I have to admit, it
was incredible. The feeling of being totally out of control--one hot boy,
his throbbing dick warming you up, making you shake with joy, and the other
the love of your life, inside your mouth yet again.  Well, I already knew I
was just as much of a cockslut as he was anyway.

When we all felt we were getting close, Will nudged Sam's shoulder, saying
to him, "Let's cum on his face." Music to my ears.

I lay on the cold floor and they waddled on their knees over to my face.
They faced each other and began furiously jacking.  "Tell me, you know,
when..." I panted.  I could barely get the words out, I was so excited.
After a few seconds, they whispered, "now!...now!" in succession.  I closed
my eyes and gasped in ecstasy as they came simultaneously on my face,
spurting their seed all over me.  Some went in my mouth, some coated my
skin, some wet my hair.  I batted my eyes and laughed and continued to
exhale, some spitting from my mouth, quickly licking my lips, not believing
what was happening.  Two teenage boys straight out of my dreams were giving
me a facial at once, and it was almost too much too handle, I was so
delirious with pleasure.  In fact, it was, as I came without touching
myself. Will rubbed his dick on my face, spreading his cum, and soon Sam
lowered his head to lick the rest of the tip of his dick.  I took Sam's
dick in my mouth to lap up the rest of his jizz.  It was basically heaven.

And while I prayed that no one walked in at that moment, I kind of wished
that they did in some kind of sick way.  So that there would have been a
record of that happening, even though of course they would have been
horrified, and certainly wouldn't have appreciated it.  What didn't seem
real--was.  Sam and Will kissed above my cum-covered face, their dicks
dancing directly above me and I couldn't be happier, or more alive.

Ned's dad came home awhile later and by that time we were on the couch
playing video games.  I couldn't help but wonder--did he think anything of
this? The fact that I was hanging out with these boys? Did he have any idea
at all that his sweet boy and his friend had their dicks in my mouth an
hour ago?


So sorry for the long delay.  I appreciate your patience! Let me know what
you think.  Next chapter is probably more background stuff about Sam and
Ned; things settle down a bit also.