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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 was riding Amtrak from Washington to Philadelphia, and hadn't jacked off in about a week. Being nineteen years old, that was a really long time for me. Anyways, I was pretty horned up and kept getting major wood in my seat. Nobody could see (or so I think) but I was still a little embarrassed by having to cover my boner with my jacket every two minutes.
Just as I was thinking of ways to get off, a group of high school students boarded the train into the car where I was sitting. They looked to be about fourteen years old or so, smiling, happily chatting. As always, I paid no attention to the girls. Ever since I hit puberty, I really had no interest. I was obsessed with boys. Despite this, I was still closeted, and even had a girlfriend. On the outside, I appeared a completely normal kid. I was six feet, around 155 pounds, and in good shape from all the sports I had played in high school: soccer, basketball, baseball, tennis. I was proud of my body--I had started weightlifting and was getting really toned in all the right places. Short dirty blonde hair, no hair on my chest yet, but a treasure trail leading to an average cock, I guess. I'm not really happy with it, to be honest. When hard, I'm a little under six inches and average girth, but when soft, it gets really small, like almost an inch or two long. That's what made me obsessed with boys--I always wanted to see what they had under their shorts in gym, how big they were compared to me. I had fooled around with one boy, Joey, from when I was ten up until my senior year in high school. He was two years younger than me, so I guess I had a thing for younger guys. But that's a separate story.
There were some cute guys boarding the train, and since they were definitely in my age range (14-20) I was getting pretty excited. One with brown hair, crew cut, and wearing a varsity jacket; another adjusting (or playing with) his package in his sweatpants; another with that southern swoop style hair and the fake Ray Bans with the bright colored sides, clearing the hair away from his face. There were no seats anywhere and they passed right by me, a long line of them. Towards the back of the line, I saw him. He was probably around 5'6', 120 pounds, lean but just starting to show a little muscle. Dirty blonde hair styled in that slightly shaggy but still clean-cut, preppy way. Patagonia backpack slung over his shoulder. He had an easy smile, the smile of someone who was at peace with himself, because he quietly knew that he was near perfect in looks. He wore an untucked green tartan plaid sport shirt, with one button left unbuttoned, and khaki pants; Nike Air Maxes that somehow looked good with that outfit. Maybe I was just overwhelmed by him. And you could just start to see his bulge, a rounded lump in his pants. Unconsciously, I licked my lips.
I had never lusted after someone this badly and so immediately; I think I literally drooled onto my computer staring at him. Of course, there was nothing I could do with him... he was laughing and smiling that easy smile, eyes darting around looking for an open seat. I wasn't an aggressive type to begin with. I carefully moved my bag to the open seat next to me to discourage other kids from taking it.
I started typing up a story about him to try to write out my fantasy when the group turned around and started to enter another car. He, however, went into the bathroom at the end of my car. My dick raged against my pants--I was going crazy thinking about him; even him taking a piss, fishing for his dick from his fly...I couldn't stand it.
This was my only chance, I thought. I quickly got up and pretended as if I was waiting for the bathroom, half hoping I'd hear him pee (I know that sounds gross and weird, but this kid was so cute everything seemed cute). I couldn't hear him, but then I heard a flush and him washing his hands. I glanced back at the car, and people seemed either asleep or engrossed in whatever they were doing. The door started to slide open and before he could exit, I walked into him, nudging him inside and locked the door. He was so shocked that when he opened his mouth, nothing came out.
"Shh. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise," I said, whispering. Again, a long pause, before he said in a husky voice, "What are you going to do to me?"
I almost came right then when I heard that sexy voice. One thing I love about boys that age is the voice--just low enough to be manly, but with a gravelly, throaty quality that is only typical of their age group. "I'm just going to make you feel good. I swear."
I ran my hands down his chest, and could feel his rippling pecs and abs through his shirt; I started unbuttoning from the top down and whispered in his ear, "I want to make you feel better than you ever have."
He seemed to accept this and breathed an adorable little sigh, giving in. I kissed his smooth, sweet neck and continued to undress him, taking my time. I didn't care that someone might need to use the bathroom sometime soon, that we were on a moving train, that his friends might wonder where he had been. He lightly trembled as I moved my hand down toward his boxers, which were raised above his khakis, and moved it back up and down his now bare chest. I kissed down from his neck, licking him, pausing for awhile to focus on his nipples. He was clearly sensitive there, and you could almost feel him loosen up, transition from tense nervousness to pleasure as my tongue relished him.
"Unhhh," he moaned as I danced around him, shifting his weight--an unmistakable bulge was forming in his pants, straining against the fabric. "Yeah."
Now that I had him moaning, I couldn't help it anymore. I had to take things further, faster. I stood up and suddenly kissed him. I think he was really surprised by this at first but then was more receptive. After I explored his mouth a bit and tasted him, I broke away, out of breath, and shook my head. "God you're so fucking hot." He smirked back at me. "Really?" he croaked in that husky voice. "My sister says I'm ugly."
Just as quick as I stood up I got down on my knees and furiously started working my way down again, licking his chest. "Your sister's just jealous--maybe she didn't get the good genes." I ran my hands up his khakis, brushing over his now obvious boner, and hastily unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. I massaged his dick and balls over his pants and it seemed he was a little big for his age. Nice and thick, with nice hanging balls. Without wasting much time, I slid down the zipper. He was wearing blue and yellow plaid boxers that hugged his tight ass cheeks really nicely. I grabbed his ass, kissed his navel, massaged his balls, and finally pulled the waistband over his throbbing member.
God, it was perfect. Thicker than mine, same length, beautiful shape, a little helmet head at the tip. Smelled clean but a little musky, some hint of sweat. "My God," I heard myself say. I couldn't believe this was happening. What was I about to do, here on the Amtrak bathroom floor, with a strange teenage boy? Would he tell his friends? Would we get caught? Would I get caught?
"Ohhh," he let out. I was still grabbing his butt. Any second thoughts I had completely vanished; I was so taken with him, so intoxicated by being with him that I didn't care what the repercussions were. "I love your dick," I said, and went to work worshipping it. I hadn't sucked a dick since I was sixteen and had braces but I tried my best. Enthusiasm always helps. I licked up and down his shaft and tried to take his whole length down my throat. Any doubts that I was gay were thrown out the window. Girlfriend, completely forgotten. I wanted all of him.
I sucked him for a few minutes and gagged a few times, but he seemed to enjoy that, even grinning and saying once, "You like that?"
I could only shake my head again, perplexed that he would even ask that question. Finally, I admitted, "You're like my dream."
Got back to work immediately, sucking faster now. "Unhh..no one's ever done this to me before....ooh" he stammered, and I felt a rush of pride and disbelief. How had no one pleasured this beautiful boy? How was I the first one?
I pulled away from his dick and looked into his eyes. He was confused as to why I stopped. I was desperate. "I need you inside of me," I pleaded.
He paused. "I've never done that before."
"It's easy. Trust me. It'll feel good. Please." In truth, I had no idea what I was doing. I had only fucked my girlfriend, I had never been fucked. The closest I ever came was sticking a banana up there while watching some porn.
"Are you sure?"
I wanted him so bad I was shaking. "Spit on it," I said, and he spit a glob onto his hand and rubbed it on his cock. I lubed up my asshole and got ready, leaned against the sink. He lined up behind me and rubbed his dick against my crack, which drove me crazy. "Ungh," I moaned, "fuck."
Finally, he slid his dick in me. "Oh!" I cried, and he shoved more of himself into me. Although it was really painful at first, I soon was electric with pleasure. Waves passed through my body like they never had before.
"Oh my god, fuck me," I said breathlessly. We were getting into a rhythm now, our bodies slapping together, his balls swinging back and forth. He grabbed my chest from behind to pull me closer to him. It was really the first time he went out of his way to touch me, and I melted.
Just then, we heard a knock on the door. He quickly pulled out and looked to me for directions, frantic with fear. "Be out in a minute!" I cried, and stood up and whispered, "keep going." He stuck his shaft back into my hole and I tried to stop making noise, but it was too much. "Yeah?" he asked. "I like when you do that," I smiled back at him. He long-dicked me for awhile longer and then picked up the pace. I started furiously whacking my dick, it wasn't going to take me long. But I grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper in, and a minute later, I gasped as I came without touching myself! I couldn't believe it, and I don't think he could either. The first shot out of my dick was so hard it almost hurt, and I watched my cum collect on the floor. "Oh god," I sighed.
After another minute, I could tell he was getting close by the way he was panting; some sweat dripped from his hair onto my back. "Ohhhh shit," he said, like it was the first time he had ever sworn. "I'm gonna..you know..."
I flipped around fast and knelt beneath him. "Cum in my mouth!"
He jacked it as I rubbed his legs and started to whimper. "Oh cum on me, oh god, cum all over me." It was funny, I had only tasted my own seed once and didn't really like it; now here I was begging for this kid's jizz. I was dying to taste his boycream.
I opened my mouth wide. He shuddered and made a high-pitched sound and finally he blew, the first shot hitting below my eye, the next on my upper lip and cheek and the rest on my waiting tongue. I swirled it around; it was sweet but definitely salty, thick, and musky. As he slowed jacking it, I took hold of his dick and licked it clean. I know it had just been in my butt but I didn't care. "Man," he shuddered again, and I stood up and ran my hand through his hair, kissed his neck.
Another knock on the door. He put on his boxers and khakis again in his cute way as I put my own clothes on, he buckled his belt and hitched his pants, buttoned his shirt back up, breathing heavily, his face bright red. He slung his backpack over his shoulder.
Because we were silent, and nervous, I didn't know what he could possibly be thinking, but then he said something that I didn't hear.
"What's that?" I asked.
"What's your name?"
I was surprised and touched. "Umm..Ned. Ned Worthy. You?"
"Sam Miles. Here. I live in Valley Forge." He handed me a scrap piece of paper with his number scribbled on it.
Sam Miles. Sexy name, I thought. He leaned in closer to me. "Thanks, Ned."
"Umm..thank you." I could still taste his sweet cum in my mouth.
We opened the door to find a woman standing there. "Brothers," I explained. She didn't seem to buy it. "He had an issue, you know...down there."
She put her hands up to stop me from finishing, and went in. It probably reeked of sex in there, I thought. Sam and I exchanged a smile and a knowing glance and off he went to join his friends. I flopped back in my seat, unsure that I was even alive anymore. Then again, I've never felt so alive before.
When I got home that night, I noticed that I had some of his cum in my hair. I slowly picked it out and smelled it. I still was in disbelief--and now that I had gone through the whole day with cum in my hair! As if I had any chance of forgetting.
Will Ned and Sam meet up again??