Date: Fri, 14 Oct 2011 04:03:50 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Riding the Wind  Chapter 1

Greetings. "Riding the Wind" has all of the usual disclaimers. It is
mine, so please don't copy it. It has sex between minors so please
be 18.

When I was posting my previous story, "The Perfect Game," I didn't
post for a little over the week because I was gone a train trip to
Chicago. One of the readers of TPG, in an email, suggested I try
writing a story set on a train. "Riding the Wind" is the result. The route
is the same one I took. The timings are close. The places visited are
somewhat the same. The characters and situations are all fictional.

Since there is only so much that can happen among four boys on a
train, this story is a fairly short one.

Send comments to thehakaanen@hotmail.com

CHAPTER 1
KING STREET STATION

My summer did not get off to the start I wanted. I was going to go on
a summer trip with my dad and my brother Garrett, a bonding trip
dad called it. It was going to be about trains, and baseball, and us
having fun together without mom tagging along. I knew he was
being a dad and this bonding stuff was important to him. And I
found out there was going to be more to bonding than I thought.
Sure dad and Garret and I did some bonding, but there ended up to
be a lot more than that to my bonding on the trip. I am sure dad
didn't have any idea who it was I would be bonding with because I
know I sure didn't.

I really didn't want to go on that stupid trip, but there I was sitting in
the waiting room of King Street Station in Seattle with no choice but
to go. Mom and dad thought this would be a great way for me and
my brother Garrett to see the country, like seeing the country is really
a goal of mine. What I really wanted to do was spend the summer
hanging with my friends, swimming, playing baseball, and just plain
goofing around. I mean isn't that what every normal 12 year old boy
wants to do with his summer vacation? Well, almost 12 anyway.

The fact that my dad was what they call a railfan doesn't help
matters any. He was always running around watching trains, taking
pictures of trains, and hanging around with other railfans. Sometimes
they called themselves foamers. Why?

"Because every time we see a train we foam at the mouth," is how
he put it. I hope that sounds as crazy to you as it does to me. He kept
wanting me to chase trains with him, but I really didn't care about
trains. All I know is they are big and noisy. I kind of liked it when I was
little, but I thought I'd outgrown them, which is more than I could say
for dad. Garrett still went train watching with him sometimes, but he's
only 9 so I guess it's okay.  He would be turning 10 on the trip, so
maybe he'll outgrow it, too.

When I told my friend Andrew what was going on he looked really
sorry for me. Or maybe it was that he was feeling really sorry for
himself.

"Fuck, Mason, can't you go in August or something, like when
baseball is over?" Andrew had just learned to cuss and figured he
needed to practice a lot. I've tried practicing with him, but it just
doesn't sound right. It was like I could hear my mom yelling at me
every time I opened my mouth and say "fuck" or "shit" so I didn't do
it much. But I at least knew I could do it if I ever felt like I needed to.

So while I didn't go chasing after trains with my dad, it's not like I
didn't have hobbies. I loved baseball and was a huge Mariners fan,
even if they sucked most of the time. Dad took me and Garrett to
two games each month. We got to pick which two games to go to,
except that in April, May, and September we had to pick weekend
games because school was in session and none of wanted to leave
a game early so we could get to bed on time. But it also gets fucking
(see, I told you I could cuss sometimes) cold at night at Safeco Field
in April and May

Since this trip is about baseball, it's kinda like for a good cause. But
why did we have to take the stinking train? Why couldn't we fly, so
I'd miss just one baseball game over four days instead of three
baseball games over almost two weeks? I mean it's not like was the
star player or anything, because I wasn't. I was just a skinny guy who
only weighed around 90 pounds and had just hit five feet tall, at
least the way I measured. I played shortstop, second, sometimes the
outfield, and I could even pitch a little.

But now with our change in schedule I would be missing four games
instead of three. Yeah, that change in schedule means I would be
spending even MORE time on the train. We were going to take the
"Empire Builder" to Chicago and back, which would be two nights
on the train both ways and four nights in Chicago. But were are all
kinds of floods in North Dakota and the "Empire Builder" wasn't
running, so now we were going on the "Coast Starlight" to
Sacramento and then the "California Zephyr" to Chicago which
meant one more night on the train both ways. It meant my missing
the game I would have played the night before the day we would
have left if it wasn't for the schedule change. It really sucked was all I
could say.

"Couldn't we like maybe fly to Chicago instead?" I asked dad when
he told us of the change on Tuesday. We were supposed to leave
on Friday afternoon, but now we were leaving on Thursday morning.

Dad patiently explained to me that buying last minute plane tickets
was really expensive and besides this trip was supposed to be an
adventure so maybe it was time for me to become adventurous.
Whatever. All I wanted to do was play baseball.

So this morning I got up intending to be very grumpy and I was doing
a pretty good job of it. It's not like I was a grumpy type guy, because
I'm not, well at least not usually. Everybody talked about my smile
and my laugh and how I seem to have so much fun and how I am so
easy to get along with. I guess that was true, but I decided it would
not be true today.  Enough was enough. I almost thought about
asking if I could stay at home with mom, but while my dad wasn't
the kind of person to get mad, I had this feeling if I asked to stay
home it would be just like me having to leave a day early; that was
the last straw for me, and my whining again would be the last straw
for dad. So I did the right thing and kept my mouth shut.

I showered and went to my room to dress. I was all packed for the
trip. I made sure  I had plenty of Mariner t-shirts, my Felix Hernandez
team shirt, a couple pairs of shorts, enough underwear (including a
pair of lucky Mariner boxers), some books (I'm pretty smart and me
and Garrett both love to read), games, and my glove. I mean I had
to use that glove somewhere for the two weeks, so it might as well
be ready to catch a foul ball in Chicago.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was pretty skinny with my ribs
showing and skinny arms and legs. I had reddish brown hair, freckles,
and wore braces. My hair was thick and it was hardly ever combed
properly. That usually didn't matter since I wore a baseball cap
everywhere I could. For this trip I was taking a Mariners hat---a fitted
one just like the pros wear.

I liked Andrew's body better than mine. He looked like he at least
had some muscles. I thought his light brown hair looked better. He
never seemed to have a problem combing it like I did with mine.

And yeah, I checked out the penis department. I had a little one,
hardly any bigger than Garrett's and I was almost two years older
than him.  I knew mine was supposed to grow some time, I just
hoped it didn't wait until I was like thirty or something for that to
happen.

Andrew's was bigger and his balls hung down a little which I thought
looked way cooler than my little thing  and my tight to the body
balls.  I didn't have any hair anywhere on my body which wasn't true
of Andrew. How do I know all this? Well we have been friends for a
long time and spend a lot of nights together, but I learned some stuff
from him a couple of weeks ago when we did some things we never
did before. And it wasn't sex if that's what you're thinking. Well, not
exactly anyway.

It went like this. We had a Saturday afternoon game, which we lost
12-7 and we got permission for me to spend the night at Andrew's
house. We wanted Mike to spend the night with us too, but his
parents had other plans and he couldn't do it and neither could Ian
when we asked him. So it was just me and Andrew, which was okay
with me. I mean I liked Mike and Ian, but Andrew and I have been
best friends since the start of third grade and spend a lot of nights at
each other's houses.

We did our usual messing around and playing around and bugging
his big brother Walker, who was 14.  Andrew's dad grilled up
hamburgers for dinner and we finally ended up in Andrew's room.
We stripped down to our underwear, him in a T and boxers and me
in a T and green briefs. We messed around on his computer for
awhile, watched some TV, and around ten decided to brush our
teeth and head into bed where we knew we'd be talking about all
kinds of stuff until we fell asleep.

Andrew and I have always shared the same bed when we had a
sleepover. That didn't always happen when I slept over with other
friends, but we both have beds with lots of room. It's more fun being
in the same bed because we can talk and play around more. Being
in just our underwear we were ready to crawl under the covers. I
don't why we did it that way, but that's the way it's always been.

We were in bed with the light still on. I was waiting for Andrew to turn
it off because it was more fun talking in the dark, or tickling in the
dark, or play wrestling in the dark. I was wondering why he wasn't
turning the light off right away.

"I got something cool to show you," Andrew said in kind of a weird
voice.

"What, an Albert Pujols rookie card?" Andrew and I have both
collected baseball cards and Albert Pujols was our favorite player
who wasn't a Mariner. I knew that was too expensive for us to buy,
but it was the coolest thing that popped into my mind to say.

"No, something better."

"Something better than an Albert Pujols rookie card?" I asked.
"Dang, it must really be good."

"I think it's really good."

"Is it a dirty magazine?" I asked half kidding.

"No, but I fucking wish it was." I think Andrew learned to cuss from
Walker, his brother, who was a world champion cusser. "But it's
something like that."

"How can it be something like a dirty magazine?" I had never seen a
dirty magazine, but I knew it had to do with sex. Now me and
Andrew knew about sex. I mean we had sex-ed in the sixth grade,
which we just finished, but we kind of didn't know about sex either.
Like jerking off for example. I played around with my dick some, but
it wasn't like jerking off. I know that being 11 going on 12 I was
supposed to have all these hormones going through me that were
supposed to make me have boners all the time, or something like
that, but it seemed so far that somebody forgot to tell my hormones.

I found out after I got home that Andrew knew more about jerking
off than I thought he did, but it was something he'd just learned to
do. While he was willing to show me something cool that night, he
wasn't ready yet to show me everything.

"It has to do with my cock," he answered.

"You mean your penis?"

"Yeah. My penis. My cock. My dick. All of the fucking above. Shit,
you can be so dense sometimes, Mason." I could feel myself
blushing. I really didn't know much about all this stuff beyond what I
learned in sex-ed and some of the things I heard my friends talk
about.

"Well what about your cock and dick and penis?" I asked, which got
Andrew to start giggling which got me to start giggling.  I suddenly
had this urge to reach over and tickle him but I didn't because I
wanted to learn what he had to say about his...um...dick. And on
top of that my own dick was getting this feeling in it that I was
getting more and more. I wondered if that was the hormones finally
figuring out what they were supposed to be doing.

"It's getting bigger."

"Well, duh. It's always been bigger than mine." It's not that Andrew
and I didn't see each other naked a lot even compared the sizes of
our dicks, it's just that we didn't do anything about it. All we did was
look and talk about it.

"No, I mean it's really growing."

"Is that what you want to show me? Your big dick?"

"Yeah. Do you want to see it?"

I hesitated before answering. Like I said, it's not that I never saw his
dick before, but usually we just showed each other our dicks and
then did something else. That feeling in my own dick got stronger
and I was getting a boner, something that was happening more and
more.

 "Sure," I whispered. I was positive I wanted to see it but I didn't want
to sound too positive. I was also positive I wanted to touch my dick
which was now totally hard, so I reached through the waistband of
my briefs and put my hand on it. It felt good---it felt really, really
good. Better than it had ever felt before when I touched it.

Andrew started to pull the covers down and I quickly yanked my
hand out of my briefs. Now I knew why he didn't want to turn off the
light. It was because he wanted me to see his dick. I could tell that
he had a boner too, just from the way his boxers were sticking up.

He raised his butt and pulled down his boxers. I gasped really loud
when I saw his boner which was pointing up towards his chin. "Wow,
that's big," I said with my usual observational skills. Andrew's boner
was the first boner I'd seen other than my own. We never had boners
the few times we compared our dicks before.

"Not as big as Walker's," he said. "His is really huge and even has
hair on it."

I didn't ask him how he knew about his brother's boner, I was way
too interested in looking at his. "I've got some hair, too," he said with
a bit of pride in his voice.

"You do?" I strained to see any, but from where I was looking he
seemed about as bald down there as I was.

"Yeah, look, it's right here." He pointed to a spot just to the right of
his boner. "You gotta look real close, but I swear I got some. Walker's
seen it and he says it's starting to grow."

"C...c...can I look at it close up?"

He nodded yes so I moved over and put my right cheek on his belly
and looked at where his finger was pointing. His circumcised boner
(we learned all about being circumcised or not in sex-ed---I'm
circumcised, too) was looking straight at me like some kind of one-
eyed animal. I could see it kind of throbbing. Anyway, right where his
finger was pointing were two tiny little hairs that you could barely
see.

"Pretty fuckin' cool, huh?" he said.

"Uh huh. I can't wait `till I get some started, too."

"Hey, you've been looking at my boner. Now I get to see yours too. I
can tell you have one." My little thing was pushing out my briefs. I
wasn't sure I wanted to show it off, especially since it was so tiny
compared to Andrew's, but I figured fair's fair so I yanked down my
briefs and let him see my little thingy.

"Pretty fucking cool dick you got, Mason."

"It is?" His comment surprised me. How did somebody manage to
have a "fucking cool dick"?

I had to disagree. "It's really small compared to yours. Mine isn't that
nice. I mean it's just a dick." I wasn't trying to be modest. I was just
saying how it was.

"It doesn't have to be big to be cool. Walker thinks mine is really
cool. Let's measure them."

"We don't need to measure them. I mean a moron could tell who's
got the biggest one."

"I measure mine a lot and keep track on my computer. I can put
yours next to mine on my spreadsheet and we can keep track of
how much we grow. I got Walker's on there, too." I wondered if
Andrew and Walker did more together than measure their dicks. I
had no idea where that idea came from. But it was sure different
from what me and Garrett did with our dicks. We didn't do anything
together with ours, not that we haven't seen each other naked. I
mean we do live in the same house and all. Sometimes we even
took a bath or shower together.

"Kinda like the growth chart I got in the den," I said. I had a Felix
Hernandez growth chart that I got when they were giving them
away at a Mariners' game. Garrett and I both had marks on it. Now
Andrew and I could have our own dick growth chart. I thought that
sounded kind of cool.

"Yeah, like a growth chart. Wanna do it?"

My boner felt like it was getting harder thinking about it. "Sure."

Andrew got out of the bed, kicking his boxers all the way off onto the
floor. He went to his desk and got a ruler then came returned to the
bed. I was surprised how much I liked looking at his naked ass wiggle
when he walked.

"Take your underpants all the way off," he whispered. I pulled the
blankets back, kicked off my briefs, reached for them and threw
them on the floor close to Andrew's boxers

"How are we gonna do this?" I asked.

"It would be easiest if I measured yours and you measured mine."

Yikes! That would mean me touching his and him touching mine and
that made me feel kind of nervous. "You do me first," I said. I wanted
to see if he could measure me without touching me. I didn't want to
look like a dork by touching his dick when I measured his when it was
possible to do it and not touch.

Without saying anything he put his fingers around my boner and put
the end of the ruler right where my pubes would be if I had any.
Andrew might only have two little ones, but that was two more than I
had.  I guess you do have to touch the other guy's dick to measure
it. I didn't think about that much because the feeling of Andrew's
fingers touching my dick was like nothing I ever felt before and
made it really hard to think. In fact it made my whole body shiver.

"Three-and-a-half inches," he said.

"Is that good or bad?" I asked.

He removed the ruler and his fingers making me wish he would keep
his fingers touching me so I could keep having the good feelings. "I
dunno. I was three-and-seven eights on my twelfth birthday. My
brother measured me. And like I said, it doesn't have to be big to be
nice."

"I won't be 12 until August," I said. I knew Andrew was 12 back in
March and it was the middle of June now.

Andrew didn't comment. Instead he handed me the ruler. "Okay,
your turn to measure me."

I got on my knees in front of him ready to touch another boy's dick
for the very first time, at least on purpose. I mean you can't be in the
bathtub or shower with your brother without sometimes accidentally
touching each other's dick. But this would be my first time touching a
boner on accident or on purpose.

 "Let me get rid of this shirt so it won't be in the way." Why it would
be in the way I don't know, but he pulled off his t-shirt and threw it
next to our where our underpants were. Now he was totally naked
and was kneeling in front of me. We were kneeling in front of each
other with our hard dicks almost touching. It was so weird and fun.

I put my hand on his dick. I liked how it felt. It was different from mine
because it was longer and thicker. It was hard and soft and warm
and smooth all at the same time. My dick started pounding again as
I got good feelings just from touching my best friend's boner. I was
really liking this. Maybe this is what hormones were all about.
Everybody in school and on the team talked about being horny and
I was sure that this was what horny had to be all about.

"You gotta get naked too," he said in that strange quiet voice
again. Before I could do anything he grabbed the bottom of my shirt
and lifted it up. I let go of his boner and raised my arms as he pulled
the shirt up over me and threw it with the rest of our clothes on the
floor. Now we were on our knees facing each other naked. My dick
felt like it had never felt before.

I put my fingers around his dick and he moaned lightly. "That feels
fuckin' good Mason. Shit that feels good." I didn't know what I was
doing except holding his dick but I knew how good it felt when he
held on to mine. I put the ruler up against him like he did me. "Four-
and-a-quarter," I said.

"Damn, that's what it was when Walker measured it last week."
There was no doubt in my mind that Andrew and Walker touched
each other's dicks when they measured them.

I let go of his dick and kneeled in front of him with the ruler still in my
hand. I had no idea what to do with the ruler so I just stayed on my
knees looking at Andrew right there in front of me on his knees. I had
feelings going through me I had never ever felt before. All I knew for
sure is I liked looking at my friend all naked and with a boner and
kneeling right in front of me and I liked being naked with a boner in
front of him.  I wondered what was going to happen next.

"You can touch me there again," he whispered.  I was ready to
reach for him when a knock on the door startled us. We both dove
under the covers as quick as we could even though we got them
kinda messed up.

Nobody opened the door."Boys, turn out the light and get to bed." It
was Andrew's mother.

"Okay, mom," Andrew yelled back. We heard her walk away.
"Whew, that was close." I so totally agreed with that.

Andrew got up out of bed and went over to his computer.  I saw his
butt cheeks wiggle a little with each step. For some reason I wanted
to grab his butt. I wanted to just grab it and see what a butt felt like.
I've been getting weird thoughts like that for a while now.

Andrew still had his boner. After typing in some numbers he informed
me that Walker was 4-and-a half on his twelfth birthday and was
five-and-three-quarters when they measured each other last week.

In my mind Andrew's was so big that it was hard for me to imagine
his brother being even bigger. "Mine is really tiny."

"Don't worry about it. Mr. Z says everybody develops at his own
pace. I bet yours will be as big as mine when are like Walker's age."

"You mean we're going to keep measuring each other?"

"Duh. It's why I put yours in the fucking computer."

He came back into the bed and turned off the light. "Aren't we
going to put something on?" I asked. I couldn't believe he wanted
us to sleep naked together. That was something I thought only
married people did.

"Can't think of no fucking reason why not," he said matter-of-factly.

"Okay." If it didn't bother him, it didn't bother me. But my dick was
still pretty damned hard. I don't know how else to describe how hard
it was, except maybe to say it was pretty fucking hard. And since I
learned what grown-ups do with hard dicks, I guess pretty fucking
hard sounded just about right.

I turned over on my side with my back to Andrew thinking about all
the stuff that had happened in the last hour. We'd gone from
watching TV to showing each other our boners to touching each
other's boners to getting naked to being naked together in
Andrew's bed. It had been a weird night, but it had been fun, too.
Lots of fun. My dick was still hard. I wanted to put my fingers around
it, but I wasn't sure what to do after that.

"Are you awake, Mason?" Andrew asked. I wasn't sure if I should say
if I was awake or not. I still wanted to think about the things we did
and think about Andrew saying I could touch his dick again. I was
about to tell him I was awake when he said, "Guess not. I sure can't
go to sleep that quick when I'm horny."

I was about to try once more to say I was awake when I heard him
roll on his back. Then I heard him making a noise against his sheet. I
felt the bed move a little. I was facing the wrong way to see what
was going on and I was afraid to move because I didn't want him to
stop doing what he was doing. I bet what he was doing was jerking
off. So I just lay there quiet with a couple of fingers around my little
boner wondering if I should do what he was doing, but not totally
sure how to do it

The motion kept going on next to me. "Oh, yeah, feels good. Yeah,
Mason, I wish you were touching it and doing it. Next time, Mason.
Next time we're gonna jerk off." I was amazed he was whispering all
about me. "Yeah, oh fuck, fuck, yeah." Whatever he was doing, he
was doing it faster and faster. "Oh fuck, Mason, I'm cumming, fuck
I'm cumming." He started bouncing as I heard him pull the blankets
off himself and heard his hand moving along his boner. "Yeah,
Mason, here it cums. Next time you get to do it...ohhhhhh."

The motions went on a little longer and then they stopped. This time I
decided to roll over and did it before he could cover himself with the
sheets. I could see the outline of his chest on the bed and thought I
saw some water or something on his belly. Was that the semen Mr. Z
talked about? Was that the cum everybody else talked about? I
figured it was.

Andrew pulled up the sheet and blanket quickly. "Shit, I thought you
were asleep."

"I was," I lied. "Something woke me up."

"Oh. I was just kind of hot, so I was moving around. I guess I woke you
up. Sorry." he said. I wondered why he lied to me about him jerking
off just now, especially since he was saying all that stuff about us
both doing it. But then I had just lied to him about me knowing that
he jerked off just now. He rolled over with his back to me. "Night,
Mason."

"Night, Andrew." I had the hardest time getting to sleep. I wonder if
that's what Andrew meant when he said it was hard to go right to
sleep when you're horny. I do know it's hard to sleep when all you're
thinking of is your best friend being naked right next to you and
doing the stuff we did tonight. I finally got to sleep, but woke up
twice with my dick still really hard.

I knew when I woke up that Andrew and I had to find a way to
spend the night together before I left. I wanted to find out what he
meant by all the stuff he said when he was jerking off. And I wanted
to find out for sure about what was on his stomach. And for sure, I
wanted to find out how to jerk off so I could feel really good like I
figured he felt. That had to be the orgasm that Mr. Z talked about in
sex-ed. Then I fell back to sleep.

When we woke up in the morning, Andrew had an arm and a leg
over me and was right up against me. It felt good, but I finally pulled
away. I didn't want him to be embarrassed or anything. But I bet he
wouldn't have been. I mean we weren't embarrassed at all about
getting out his bed naked. We both thought it was fun to sleep
naked together.

Like I said earlier we see each other naked a lot, it's just that last
night was different. We decided to shower together, which we do a
lot too. We told our parents it was our way of saving water and
money. They thought we were funny. We went into the bathroom
which was for just Andrew and Walker. It had a tub shower. We got
the water to the right temperature and got in. But this was different,
too, because Andrew and a boner which got me a boner.

"We got boners," I giggled. Andrew giggled too and moved his
back and forth without touching it. "How did you do that?"

"I dunno, I just do it make my muscles move and just do it."

I tried doing it, too, but couldn't make mine wiggle like he could. It
only moved a little.

Before, when we showered together we washed ourselves, except
our backs. We did the same thing this time except that when
Andrew washed my back he washed by butt crack too. It surprised
me like lots of the stuff he'd doing but it felt good like all the stuff
he'd been doing. Then he reached around and washed my balls
and dick, making me squeal.

"Did that feel good?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Now you do me."

He turned around and I washed his back and put the soap and my
fingers in his crack and washed. It wasn't as gross as I thought it
would be. Then I reached around and did his balls and boner.

"That felt good, Mason."

"Now we're both really clean down there," I said and we started
giggling again. I wanted to touch him again just to touch him but I
didn't because he might think I was trying to do too much. I wanted
him to tell me about jerking off, but I didn't want him to know I knew
that he did it last night. It's funny how we both knew what the other
person knew but didn't want to really talk about it. That was kind of
different for us.

While we were drying off Walker walked in. Andrew never locked the
bathroom door and Walker walked in a lot. He had a towel
wrapped around him but we were both still naked and we both had
boners. I felt myself really blush when he saw I had a boner.

"You guys look like you're ready for some fun." I blushed even more.
He dropped off his towel and I saw his dick hanging down and his
balls hanging down. I never noticed them like I did this time, or at
least I never noticed them in the same way. He had some hair right
over the top of his dick which looked like it was growing bigger. He
put his left hand around it and stroked it and made it become a
boner. He took his hand away and showed it off.

"There you go Mason. Now you know what a grown up boner looks
like. You like it? Are you ready to have yours grow up like mine?"

I nodded yes as I noticed mine feeling harder than ever, just like
what happened last night.

"Cool. Now go take care of your playtime and let me take my
shower." He turned the water on, stepped in, and closed the glass
door.

We went into Andrew's room and started getting dressed. I didn't
really want to get dressed because I liked being naked with Andrew
and I liked it even better because we both had boners.

"He's gonna jerk off in the shower." Andrew said. "That's fun to do.
Sometimes we jerk each other off in the shower." I nodded. Now I
knew he and Walker did more than just measure each other's dicks.
We were dressed quickly and headed downstairs to find us some
breakfast.

That morning we agreed that we'd check and see if Andrew could
spend the night at my house after practice on Wednesday. I was
sure it would be okay, because it almost always is. I was hoping
Andrew would show me stuff on Wednesday. I really wanted him to
but was afraid to ask him so I hoped he would just do it. I figured it
was sex stuff we were doing but I wasn't sure. I mean all the stuff we
did together was just touching each other. Is measuring somebody's
dick really sex stuff? I guess jerking off might be, but he did it all by
himself. Since Mr. Z talked about masturbation (that's the real name
of jerking off) I guess it must be sex stuff even if you do it by yourself.

Usually doing stuff with Andrew and saying stuff with Andrew didn't
make me nervous. But this sex stuff did. Maybe because Andrew was
a little bit older than me and he seemed to know more about sex
stuff than me I decided to let him to be the leader.

So I was in front of the mirror looking at my naked self. I had a boner
now thinking about what Andrew and I did on Saturday. We never
got to have our Wednesday sleepover because my schedule
changed. I found that out on Tuesday and we both tried to talk our
parents into Tuesday night after our baseball game, but Andrew had
to be up early for a dentist appointment in the morning and his mom
said no. We tried to complain that we wouldn't see each other for
almost two weeks, but it didn't do any good. We knew we better not
argue too much since our parents hardly ever said no to our
sleepovers. It's just that this was the worst time to do it.

I put my boner between my legs and made myself look like a girl. I
don't know why but it made me feel even hornier. I let it pop back
out and I wished Andrew was here so he could see my boner and I
could see his.

Garrett walked in and saw me looking in the mirror all naked.

"Don't you know to knock?" I asked.

"I forgot."

Like I said I was in a bad mood because of the trip and even worse
because of us leaving early. "You didn't forget. You know the rules.
You knock on my door and I knock on your door."

"I'm sorry," he said. It sounded to me like he didn't really mean it.

"Whatever. Just get out of my room."

"You've got a stiffy," Garrett said with a giggle.

"Just get out or I'll kick your ass."

"You're mean." He didn't try to get out. He just stood there and
looked at me and the my boner that I wanted to go down but
didn't.

"Just get the fuck out, Garrett!"

"You cussed. I'm telling mom."

Usually Garrett and I got along, but this wasn't one of those times.

"OUT! "

"Okay, okay. Be mean to me." He walked to the door, opened it
and stopped. "I got a stiffy now, too. Want to see mine." He was
grinning.

"OUT!"

He left, shutting the door harder than he needed to. I looked at the
door feeling really mad at my brother. But truth be told, I really did
want to see his stiffy. I was beginning to think I was turning into
somebody really weird.

So that is why I hated going on this trip. I going to be getting on the
"Coast Starlight" and there was nothing I could do about it. I spent
the morning being a grump to my brother, my dad, and my mom---
and mom wasn't even going. The trip was what dad called
"bonding". All I knew was I didn't want to bond, I wanted to play
baseball and be with my friends.

The train left at 9:45, right on time. It was a Superliner train, which
made it a double deck train. Most of the train that was used was
upstairs, but there was important stuff downstairs in all of the cars.
Only what was downstairs was different in the different kinds of cars.

We were in a sleeping car bedroom, which is really pretty nice. It has
a sink and its own toilet and a shower. There was a chair and a
couch to sit on. It was almost as wide as the train with just the
passageway going along the side of the car. At night there were
beds that folded down, a top bunk and a bottom bunk. Dad was
going to sleep in the top bunk and Garrett and I would share the
bottom bunk which was wider and had room for both of us. I've
ridden trains before. I've even ridden in a sleeping car before, and
I've ridden on the "Coast Starlight" before, so this was really no big
deal. Except that when the train started moving out of King Street
Station I actually started to get excited. Even with me being a grump
there was something about riding on a train that I really liked.

This train has two lounge cars. There was one for the sleeping car
passengers and one for the coach passengers. I liked the coach
lounge, called the Sightseer Lounge the best, because it had bigger
windows. Dad liked the sleeping car lounge, called the Pacific
Parlour Car (I'll call it the PPC for short) the best. But to start with he
said we could all sit in the Sightseer Lounge since I wanted to look
out of the big windows. So we went through the PPC, then through
the dining car, and then into the Sightseer car. The train was like a
two story train and our rooms, the lounges, and the dining car were
all on the second story. It's called a Superliner train.

Living with my dad, I know all about the history of the PPC and the
trains, but I won't bore you with it. And it's not like I'm interested in
any of that anyway. So we sat on the right side of the Sightseer so
we'd be on the water side when we went along Puget Sound.

After 45 minutes we got into Tacoma. I went over to the left side to
see how many people were getting on. It was hard to see a lot
because of top of the platform, but I could see enough to see two
boys pulling suitcases to the front of the train which is where the
sleeping cars were. They both had really blond hair but I could only
see their backs. They looked like they were the same age as me and
Garrett, like maybe 9 and 11 or maybe 10 and 12. I wondered where
they were going and what they were like and when I could meet
them.

Now I wished we were in the PPC, because if they left their rooms
that would be where they would sit because they probably didn't
know as much about the train as me. But I didn't want to leave the
big windows. I liked watching the water go by.

I could hardly wait to meet them, especially the big brother. Maybe
Garrett could hang out with the other one. With two other boys on
the train, the first day, at least might not be as bad as I thought. The
train left the station and I sat back in my seat on the right side. After
we got away from the water I was going to go to toward the front of
the train and hope to find them in the PPC. I figured I better tell
Garrett what I saw. I knew I was mean to him this morning. He was
right about that. Maybe if I worked not to be a big grump I'd have
more fun. Well even being a grump or not, I was hoping making
friends would totally make it more fun. I wasn't getting desperate but
I wasn't real happy either.

Next: The Coast Starlight