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This story is intended for adult audiences. It contains emotional and sex scenes between two teenaged boys. If it is illegal for you to read this material, please stop now.
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My other Nifty story is Wade & Christian in the 2003 High School section.
This is a work of fiction, no basis in reality at all.
Dedicated to my 'Misery' boy, Nathan, whose semi-long e-mails inspire me to continue writing.
READ THIS!!!!: In the story *** indicates a change in the narrator's point of view
Whoever invented train travel should be cornered and shot. I was sick from the moment the thing took off and now I had to lay back on the tiny contraption they called a sleeper and try not to completely degrade myself in front of Nathan Goldman. I knew from the moment my parents announced this trip, it was going to miserable and this was my fucking confirmation.
I buried myself under the covers and tried to pretend that we were on solid and steady ground. Nate had gone out to buy something to snack on and look at the other passengers, I guessed, because I hadn't seen him in almost half an hour, which was fine with
me because I didn't need him around while I battled the need to puke.
Then the door to our compartment flung open and he came bounding in with his backpack over his shoulders and something in his hand. If I wasn't so sick, I would have taken the time to admire the way he looked dressed in black cargo pants, a black t-shirt that was a little tight across his chest, his messy, semi-black hair and those enchanting green eyes. I loved his green eyes. They were the kind of green that I had always wished for, with flecks of brown and yellow inside, almost like a kaleidoscope. Mine were candy apple green and they never changed or did anything interesting.
He had this look on his face as he stared at me and I blinked up at him.
"Here," he said and tossed me a small bottle of pills. I read the cover pasted across the front. Scopace: Scopolamine Hydrobromide. Nate sat down on his sleeper, which was across from mine and took his backpack off. He rifled through it and came up with one of those tiny bottles of water, which he tossed at me.
"Motion sickness pills," he told me. "I had to go to five different people to find them and then a half-bottle cost me twenty bucks."
I just looked at him. He'd done that for me? Why? I would have thought that he would have gotten as far away from me as he could until we got to Florida and I got over the motion sickness. A warm feeling flooded through me and I smiled at him. Maybe this trip would change things and he and I would be friends again...maybe more, after that incident at his parent's dinner table. Still, he hadn't so much as mentioned that to me.
"Thanks," I managed to say and popped the cap on the pills and the water. I was quick to swallow them both, hoping to get rid of the sickness as soon as possible. I lay back, letting them have whatever effect on me they were going to have.
I sat across from Brett, watching his breathing deepen and even out. He was falling asleep, which was good because at least then he would quit worrying about how the train was swaying back and forth. I stared at him. He was a little less green. Hopefully, they would work for him, the lady I charmed into selling them to me had sworn by them.
I was tense. I couldn't help it. My mind was on one thing and that was figuring out how to get Brett to mess around with me. I knew that if things were going to go the way I needed them to, I would have to have everything well planned out.
I had the dinner table thing to motivate me, but I wanted to make sure that Brett knew that this thing wasn't about us falling in love or some kind of shit like that. I had a rep to live up to and being gay wasn't going to allow that. I had no problem with my sexuality, I just didn't plan on telling anyone until I turned like thirty, moved far away from Michigan and met the man of my dreams in California or New York...you know, like normal gay people do.
I didn't want to hurt Brett, though. I really cared about him. I had since he was ten and I just wanted us to have a little fun together. I wasn't planning to actually fuck him or anything like that. I had to start it off slow and maybe progress to sucking each other off, the way I'd dreamt about. No big deal.
The thing was, I kind of couldn't put any of my plans into action until he was at least feeling better. I lay back and waited for him to wake up.
I was lying on my side and when I opened my eyes, the most beautiful sight in the entire world greeted me. Nate was lying across his sleeper, his pants and boxers down around his ankles, shirtless with one hand wrapped around his cock and pumping hard. I was instantly wide awake.
His entire body was tense, stiff and his hand moved over his dick in quick, long strokes. My dick hardened at the sight of him. He looked even better than I had imagined naked. His body was roped with hard, tight muscles that didn't bulge too much and he was tanned...all over.
He was really getting into the rhythm of it, his hips bucking off of the bed slightly and the most incredible sound coming out of his mouth, a moan and a grunt mixed together. I couldn't stop staring at him, couldn't even think about closing my eyes and pretending that I was asleep, he was too beautiful for words.
Then, he looked at me. He turned his head and those green eyes sliced into me. I felt a shock wave of feeling course through my body and land specifically in my groin area. I had never been so hard in my life. His eyes sought mine, they were glazed over with a look of mind-blowing lust and he continued to pump himself, biting and licking at his thick lips in the most sensuous way I had ever seen. I wanted to get up and go over to him, cover his lips with mine. I wanted to let his tongue play inside of my mouth and pump his dick with my own hand. I whimpered out loud.
His eyes widened at the sound and he began to shoot long ropes of cum up his chest and even a shot against his neck and chin. My eyes ate the image up greedily.
He settled back against the sleeper, his body slack and tired. He reached down and wiped the cum off of his neck and chin, brought his fingers to his lips and sucked it off. He ATE his own cum! I almost creamed my pants at just the sight. He looked over at me, sitting up.
"You wanna get the rest off for me, squirt?" he asked me and I opened my mouth but no sound came out. "I swear it tastes great." His eyes were hooded as they looked at me and seconds passed, quietly intense. I imagined getting up off of the bed, getting on my knees and licking every drop of cum from his naked torso. Instead I just shook my head.
"Your loss," he said with a shrug and proceeded to scoop up the lines of cum dripping down his chest. He looked at me as he licked his fingers, his eyes biting into mine as he slid his cum-covered index finger deep into his mouth. I almost fainted.
When he was done, he stared at me for a few moments, then stood up and pulled his cargo pants and boxers up around his waist, covering his still hard cock from my line of view. I watched as he made his way to the restroom.
Nate was gay. He was gay or at least bi. He couldn't have looked at me like that or ate his own cum if he wasn't slightly interested in getting it on with another guy. Damn, my gaydar was so far off, it needed permanent repair.
I squeezed my legs shut over the pulsing feeling in my hard dick and closed my eyes, trying to figure out what the hell I was going to do.
I leaned against the bathroom door, my heart pounding in my chest. This was the first time I had reached out for a guy in my whole life. I'd had a suck buddy before but he'd made all the moves and when he found a girlfriend a few months later, it was all over without a word.
I wanted to go back out there and jump on top of Brett and shove my cock into his mouth until he swallowed my cum straight from the source. I bit my lip. I knew he wanted to do it. I could see it in his eyes when he was lying there, staring at me...and when he made that sound, I couldn't hold back, it seemed like I was going to cum forever.
What was I going to do? How could I get him to mess around with me? I felt a tight, desparate feeling flash over me and I had to force myself to calm down. It was all going to work out. I just had to take baby steps. If I kept things up, in a matter of days, I would have Brett all to myself in Jake's cramped apartment with absolutely nothing between us but skin and sweat. I just had to take things slowly.
I recalled the look in his eyes as he watched me pump my dick. It was a classic moment, it would be etched into my memory for eternity. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. Now, I knew that for a fact. It was a start.
To be continued.....
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