Date: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 04:37:42 +0200 From: Nick Brady Subject: The Boy on the Train This story contains sex between minor boys so you must be 18 to read. If you enjoy the stories on Nifty please contribute. THE BOY ON THE TRAIN In the summer of 1956, I was 15 and lived in Muskogee, Oklahoma. I was to spend part of the summer with my aunt, who lived in a little town near Clarksville, Arkansas. I was to help some local people renovate a little parsonage for a small country church. At 15, I had worked for a carpenter for several years and was handy with a hammer. At this time it was still possible to travel between a number of small places by railroad train. The trains were afterthoughts of an industry that made its profit from hauling freight. If the volume of traffic justified a few passengers, a coach would be added to the train. In particular there was a passenger train that connected Muskogee with Clarksville in about three hours. Now these were not the elegant trains that fed people at linen covered tables and tucked them at night in a Pullman car. But they were safe, reliable, and cheap. I remember getting on the train with my satchel and seeing this boy sitting with his parents. He looked bored and when he saw me get on he smiled and looked me over. He was a nice looking kid, about 5' 4", slender, nice smile, parents both reading books. At 15 I was over 6 feet tall and weighed about 175 pounds. I had been carrying lumber and laying shingles for most of the summer and was pretty fit so no doubt looked big to him. The seats were in facing pairs and there were very few people on the train, so I sat across the aisle from them in the seat facing the boy. He was still looking at me when I sat down so I gave him a little wave and a smile. I remember that he blushed and looked away for a minute, then back at me with a return smile. We spoke to one another, but couldn't hear well because of the train noise. I waved him over and he asked his parents if he could move over to sit with me. They looked at me and I smiled and introduced myself. I must have looked harmless because they nodded their approval and went back to reading while he scooted across. We exchanged the usual getting acquainted information, but I don't remember where he was from or what his name was. I do remember that he said he was 13 and his arms and legs under his T-shirt and shorts were tanned and muscular. I also remember the sensation of being slightly out of breath. He said he played baseball and they were going somewhere to visit family. He was very personable and friendly and I think was trying to impress me in a nice way. I thought he was very attractive and his shorts were loose enough that I could see up the inside of his thigh to just above his tan line. I kept wondering what his dick looked like and if he had pubic hair and how much. We did the usual chat about girlfriends and the BS that implied that we were regular guys. There was enough sexiness in the chat to allow us to both get a bit horny. I was also wearing shorts which gaped and we were checking each other out. After a little of this, I was getting a rise and guessed he was too. The conversation lagged and I said I needed to take a piss and looked at him. He decided that he did too, and without any further discussion we started back to the toilet. It was a bit tight, but we both squeezed into the small toilet. We stood pressed side to side and pissed into the bowl, sword fighting with our piss sabers. When time came to shake the drips off, we spent some extra time doing that thoroughly until our dicks started to get harder, although we both had semis when we started. The strangeness of the situation made this terribly exciting. I had seven inches and was cut, but not very tightly. I had unruly red hair with a clump of pubic hair the same color. I was excited to see that he was uncut, with a foreskin that slipped easily back and forth across the head of his five inch dick under a modest brush of straight dark hair.. I reached across, took his cock in my hand, and played with his skin. He quickly got the idea and took me into his hand and began to stroke me. We were both very sexed up and in a few minutes sent our sperm to join the urine in the bowl. I remember being surprised that he shot a pretty good wad. The look on his face was one of both ecstasy and delight. We zipped up and returned to our seats. His parents were facing towards the other end of the car, so we came up behind them and sat down. Having just jerked off with a younger boy, I was trying to decide if I should feel guilty about it or not,when he exhaled and said something about that being really hot. I looked at him to see his eyes twinkle and decided that we were OK. We began a quiet discussion of when we had learned how to jerk off and with whom. While I was an only child, it turned out that he had two older brothers who had tutored him on the ways of the penis for the past several years. It quickly became apparent that he knew and had done a good deal more than I had done. I became the one asking questions and he supplying the answers. Another 30 minutes of this conversation and we had both regained our erections. It was decided that we needed to pee again. This time we slipped into the toilet and faced each other with only a few inches of space between us. We had to take turns removing our clothing with shirts draped over the sink and our pants and underwear down around our ankles. Following his lead, we rubbed our naked chests and bellies against each other, my dick against his stomach, his against my thigh. His face was against my chest with his mouth around my nipple. This was a new experience for me and I thought it was wonderful. I had jerked off with a couple of my friends before but had never felt anyone's naked body against the length of me; certainly never with the enthusiasm that this boy displayed. For a minute I wondered if I would cum against his stomach as it felt really nice to have his warm skin moving against me. Again taking the lead, he knelt or rather squatted down with his knees outside of mine and pressed his face against my very hard cock, first licking my balls and then up the length of my penis. When his tongue reached the head of my dick he slurped it into his mouth and began to give me my first ever blowjob. It was difficult to breathe as he took the length of me into his mouth until his nose and chin were against my pubes and scrotum and began to do wonderful things with his tongue. I held his head between the palms of my hands and tried to keep my knees from buckling. I felt my juices begin to rise up and whispered to him a warning that I was about to cum, but he soldiered on, humming something that sounded affirmative and I went over the top and began to cum in his mouth. If it had not been for the close confines of the small toilet I would have fallen over backwards from the intensity of the orgasm. I was afraid that the boy would be angry with me for cumming in his mouth then realized that he was keeping it all inside and in fact seemed to have swallowed it all and was sucking hard to empty me completely. While gasping for breath I looked down at him to see him looking up at me with a bright smile and laughing eyes. Then he told me it was my turn. I was spent, but knew that after such a fantastic gift from this boy I had no alternative but to return the favor. He stood and I squatted down sitting back on my heels so I could get my face to the level of his uncut cock. I had a few friends who were intact but had never been able to look closely at them. I felt a pang of regret that I had been cut and had lost this lovely flap of skin. Although this was the first time I had ever attempted to give anyone oral sex, I had just received excellent instruction by example. I pulled the skin up over his glans and then sucked the whole thing as deeply in my mouth as I could. Once against the back of my throat I pulled on the skin at the base; retracting the skin and exposing the glans to the warm wet surface inside my mouth, causing the boy to inhale sharply and lean his head back with pleasure. I pulled out until only the head of his penis was in my mouth then sucked him into the back of my throat again. I kept performing this in and out movement while using my tongue to wrap itself around him in all directions, mimicking the motion he had used on me. After a few minutes it appeared that I was doing this correctly as he began shuddering and panting and bucking his hips, then filled my mouth with a surprising volume of semen. I kept it all in my mouth and spilled none of it, again following his example. While I had sampled small drops of my own semen this was my first opportunity to taste that of another, certainly in this quantity. To my surprise I found the taste to be not at all unpleasant. Likewise, I discovered that I enjoyed sucking on his cock very much. I really liked having his cock in my mouth. We probably were not in the toilet more than 10 minutes, but wanted to get out before we were discovered, so returned to our seats. After two intense sessions we felt satisfied, at least I was thoroughly spent. We agreed that what we did was really hot and that we wished we could do it again sometime, although I realized that I would likely never see the boy again. As I thought about what we had done over the last hour and a half I was grateful that his parents were so interested in what they were reading and that we had not been discovered. I also realized that I would have to come to terms with how exciting it had been for me and how much I had enjoyed it. I would have to reconsider just who I was. Before long we began to bump into Clarksville where I was to get off. The boy and his parents were going on to somewhere, so said goodbye as I got ready to go. The parents marked the place in their books and thanked me for being so attentive to their son. I should have thanked them. If you enjoyed the story please let me know. Your comments are my paycheck. y2kslacker@mail.com