A note from the author

My thanks to the readers who sent such nice comments on this one, I for one enjoy a good 'aww' every now and then too. :)

In truth, this story is dedicated to Malcom W. I chose to identify one of the boys here as an Australian because of him. We were school mates, ten years old, in that city halfway round the world and Malcolm gave me my first kiss. He did it on a dare as I recall ... that first kiss anyways, after that we explored other possibilities together *sigh*

So thank you Malcolm, wherever you are. Childhood memories tend to inspire thought later in life, at least mine do. For who knows, without that kiss maybe I wouldn't have written this story.

Chris

Danny didn't know what time it was, except that the sun was up and the train was slowing down which was probably what woke him. Andrew was spooned back against him and that made him smile. Now the train cars jerked and slowed even more before coming to a stop. Houston, this had to be it.

He pushed himself back and removed the blanket enough to crawl over the sleeping boy. A peek through the shade confirmed what he had thought; they were in a major city. And according to the schedule they were due to be here a while.

"Andrew ... hey Andrew, wake up," Danny urged.

"Hmm ... what?" the boy responded

"We're in Houston, I want to get out and stretch," Danny said.

Andrew sat up and stretched his arms. "You want to walk around? How much time do we have here?"

"Maybe half an hour ... come on, get dressed," Danny said.

They threw on the clothes they had been wearing the night before and slid out into the corridor. The couple in the room beside them was obviously getting off here, bags lined up against the wall. Danny heard the sound of the doors opening at the far end of the car and then the thunk as the stairs were lowered, they headed that way.

There was a conductor at the bottom of the stairs, not the one they had met the night before.

"Good morning, gentlemen ... is this your stop?" the man asked.

"No sir, we're going to Miami. Can we stretch out a bit?" Danny asked.

"Sure thing, what compartment are you in?"

"2101-D, sir," Andrew said. "Is this Houston?"

"Certainly is, young man ... largest city in the state. Brisbane, am I correct?" the man asked.

Andrew looked shocked. "Oh ... yes, how did you know?"

The man smiled. "I have family there. Went for a visit couple of years ago and I have an ear for accents ... what brings you to the States?"

"Mum and I are going to live here now. My name is Andrew," he said, holding out a hand for a polite shake.

The conductor shook his hand. "My name is Anderson, you may call me Mr." He laughed, "Just don't call me late to the train. And who might you be?" he asked looking at Danny.

"Danny Briggs ... my mom's on the train too."

"Andrew ... Danny, nice to meet you both. I'll be your conductor on thru to Miami. So you boys go take a walk and stretch those muscles. We'll only be here another twenty minutes so don't go far. They have a snack bar inside the station, but don't go any further, ok?"

"Yes sir, Mr. Anderson," Andrew said and he flashed a sleepy smile.

The couple from their car came to the exit and Anderson turned to help them down so the boys walked away. The city skyline loomed on one side and the sound of cars on a nearby freeway filled the air.

"Wow, big city," Andrew said.

"Did you see Los Angeles when you arrived?" Danny asked.

"We flew in to the airport, LAX it's called, at least that's what it said on the baggage tags. Now that looked huge when I looked out the windows before we landed."

"Yeah, too big," Danny replied.

They made their way into the station proper and looked around. On one side there was a display with a huge Texas state flag and the boys wandered over for a look. There was a map of the state and photographs.

"See, that's the Alamo I was telling you about last night," Danny said, pointing at a photo.

"Not very big is it? Wow, look at those guns," Andrew said.

A display case held old muzzle loading rifles and a few ancient looking pistols. Beside it was another case with a horse saddle and another pistol in a gun belt, this one had stars on it.

"Texas Rangers ... they were like the police of the frontier," Danny said. "Cool."

There was another photo of a man dressed in a long suit coat, a hat perched on his head at a jaunty angle. "Sam Houston ... that's who this city is named after, he was the president of Texas."

"President? I thought states had governors, what's that about?" Andrew asked.

"Well when Texas fought off the Mexicans it became a separate country for a while. The Republic of Texas with Houston as president, but then they became a state later on."

"Someone paid attention in history class," Andrew said. Danny poked him in the ribs and the boy spun away laughing.

They went and looked at the newsstand and Danny bought two copies of the morning paper.

"What's that for?" Andrew asked.

"Mom and I read the news every morning. I found it helped me understand what was happening in the country and around the world. I'm the reader, remember that?"

"Ahh, well it's a good idea ... now you can see what's going on in the city ... do you want some gum or something?

"Good idea," Danny said.

They walked back out onto the train platform and down the length of cars, stepping over the water hoses which snaked across their path.

"Trains sure use a lot of water," Andrew said.

"Remember that the next time you flush the toilet," Danny laughed.

They boarded the train and ran right into the conductor. "Good, you're back ... how was the walk?" He asked.

"They have a nice history display in the station, I think we learned something ... well at least we learned who the city is named after," Andrew said.

"Good, you need to know these things if you're going to live here. You boys have a good day, I'll see you later," Anderson said.

"Nice man," Danny said as they made their way forward.

The moms were awake and Alice smiled when her son handed over the paper. The ritual of reading the news and discussing it was one of the better moments of her day at the breakfast table.

"Anyone hungry?" Danny asked.

Andrew ordered a huge breakfast and they talked about the differences between an American breakfast and the traditional English breakfast. Danny couldn't see himself eating anything except cereal and fruit, his stomach wasn't awake yet.

The train resumed its journey shortly after they sat down and everyone stared out the windows as the city faded away in the distance. The next big city would be New Orleans late that afternoon. The time was passing quickly, but by this time tomorrow they would be in Miami and that was the most encouraging thing.

The ladies offered another round of card playing, but the boys didn't feel up to it. They had decided the night before that Bridge wasn't such an exciting game after all, but they agreed to a return match later on.

Danny wanted to read his paper and Andrew seemed interested in prowling through the notebooks for himself, so they returned to the compartment. The bed had been folded away, the carpet vacuumed, it seems the porter had been busy.

"I wonder what he thinks when he sees only one bed messed up." Danny said.

"I don't think he questions it. Imagine the strange things he's seen working on these trains. You ought to ask him, it might make a good story," Andrew suggested.

"Oh yeah, like he's gonna tell me. I have a better one in mind. It's about two boys that meet on a train and fall in love."

"Oh? You'd write about us? But the story isn't finished yet, there are more chapters ahead, and some of them are going to be quite sexy," Andrew said.

Danny leaned down and picked another notebook out of the box. "Then you should read this one."

"Something special in it?"

"I'm sure this one probably shocked my mother when she read it, you'll find it amusing," Danny said. He picked up the newspaper and sat back to read. Andrew opened the notebook.

"There were times when a walk on the beach was the only way I could get these strange thoughts out of my head. The distractions of birds and surf, the noises I love surrounding me like a familiar song." Andrew read.

"In time I would begin to feel out of myself, as if my mind was apart from my body. The body would feel sun and air; it was a means of replenishing my energy, a way to give me strength to deal with the effects of my thoughts."

"The body was always demanding, whether it was for nourishment or sleep, I had to respond to it. Even more so for the sexual urges that seemed to wash over me at the strangest times of day. One minute I would be happy to see the sun come up, the next I would be in the bathroom pounding away on my swollen cock until I exploded."

"The body was betrayed by the mind, which was the source of these urges I'm sure. I could never tell when something would leap from my brain to my cock, but the urges grow along with my body ... will they never stop?

"This morning I took a walk, found a twenty dollar bill on the sidewalk and thought myself lucky. There were several boys skateboarding on the sidewalk down by the beach, I had to pass by them on my way to the shore. They were older than me by a few years and so I was ignored for the most part. But one of them spoke to me.

"It was only "Hey" but that did it, I became erect in my shorts. He was delicious to look at, the only word I can think of to express what I felt ... delicious. The fantasy followed: us naked on the sand, his cock in my mouth, the groans of his excitement. But that would never happen ... it was only "Hey."

"But he was incredibly handsome, even beautiful in that surfer kind of way ... a sun god. I knew he'd think me a dorky kid in life, but in fantasy I was just like him. Two young gods rolling naked in the sand, kissing with abandon, groping one another. Yeah, get real."

"Logic dictates that there are no new thoughts in this universe that someone else hasn't felt or expressed before. That would mean my fantasy with Mr. Hey had occurred in someone else's mind ... so where was he? I saw the young god later that morning down by the surf, just sitting on the sand and watching the waves ... only this time he was alone.

"It was my turn to say "Hey" and I did. He nodded at the waves and frowned. "Poor surf," he said this time. Ok it wasn't much but at least it was two words this time and they were expressing a concept. The surf was too small to ... well, surf. It didn't matter; I couldn't stand up on a board if my life depended on it.

"But I knew something and I used it. I told him the weatherman had said the winds were due to rise later in the day, meaning the waves ought to pick up. He smiled and scooted over in the sand, a gesture meant to offer me a seat. Ok, we had a thousand miles of sandy beach and it wasn't like he needed to move over so I could sit, the gesture meant something else.

"I sat. We stared at the ocean. My cock got hard. His presence overwhelmed me. He looked about sixteen, I am thirteen. Not too far apart in age, but miles apart in social structure.

"And then he said something that blew me away. "I got fucked out here last night and lost my virginity." He laughed, suggesting it wasn't what he had thought it would be. My body was already there, now my mind caught up.

"Did he mean he had a girl here last night and they did the deed, or did he mean what he said literally, as in he got fucked with a cock up his ass. The language barrier, his and mine, we didn't understand one another ... and there was no way I was going to ask ... well not politely.

"So how was it?" My attempt to get him to clarify, and amazingly he did with two words. "It hurt." Ok, then he did get fucked in his ass ... but why was he telling me? I recall looking at him and my face certainly betrayed my thinking.

"Ya ... It was fag stuff," he said. "But he paid me good for it."

"I'm sure my mouth dropped open because he laughed and said "What?"

"I couldn't criticize, my cock was already hard and if I'd had a hundred dollars I would have fucked him too. I don't know how much he made; it was none of my business."

"The fag word worried me, but he'd used it to identify his actions. What was I supposed to think? I didn't know if a straight guy would do it for money, I wouldn't and I was pretty sure I was gay. Unfortunately I wanted to know more ... and why had he told me in the first place?

"I didn't know you were gay," I said.

"Oh, I'm not ... it was just for the cash, I need the money and it was only sex."

"Only sex? Oh yeah, that thing I've never really experienced ... only sex. He was telling me this to get it off his chest maybe, he certainly wasn't bragging about it.

"So why you telling me?" I asked.

"He laughed and said he had to tell someone and I just came along at the right time. And then he went on to say that I wouldn't be telling anyone because he would beat the shit out of me if I did. Great, I was carrying my own death warrant around in my head thanks to him.

"At that point he got up and walked back across the sand towards town. I watched his body move, his long hair flowing, his strong muscular back and I felt my cock go limp. His body had inspired my fantasy; his mind had shut me down."

"Danny ... "

Danny looked up from his paper. "Yes?"

"The surfer on the beach ... did you see him again?"

"Sure, lots of times. He always said "Hey."

"But he sounds awesome, so sexy," Andrew said.

"A straight boy with a crooked mind. I didn't want to know him after that day on the beach. Sure, his body said sun god, but his mind said fucked up. I think letting some guy screw him for money made him uglier inside, that means the outside was false advertising."

"But he needed the money, at least he had a reason," Andrew said.

Danny closed the paper and lay it across his lap. "What could be so important that selling his ass was necessary? He obviously hated what he had done, I still don't know how much he made, but does it matter? He allowed himself to be used, to be degraded by doing something that gave him no pleasure, it was only sex. God, shoot me if I ever say those words."

"I want to have some of that 'only sex' with you all the time." They both laughed.

"You want what is normal for you, for us ... we're gay. Now either he was lying to me or to himself, but letting a guy fuck him ought to have been the last thing he wanted if he was straight." Danny thought a moment and then an evil leer appeared on his face. "I only wish I had been on the beach the night before, it must have been quite a show."

"That's pervy ... you would have watched?"

"God yes, it would have been the best kind of fantasy material."

"You ever seen people having sex before?" Andrew asked.

Danny blushed and then nodded. Andrew was all ears after that. "Tell me."

"Now look who is perving," Danny laughed.

"Tell me," Andrew said with a growl.

"Ok ... don't bite. Um, it was after the sun god incident, maybe three months later as I recall. There were these two gay guys living in the same apartments as Mom and I. They were probably in their late twenties, maybe thirty. I used to see them all the time and one of them had a Corvette convertible, hot car."

"Anyways, I knew they were gay; they acted gay, especially around one another. I accept there are men who act kind of feminine even though I don't think I'll ever be like that. But Roger was more feminine, Terry had the car. I think Terry knew I was looking at him because he always had a smile for me and would stop and talk. I couldn't help but look at his muscles because he always wore tank tops."

"Roger on the other hand was thin and pale. He wore big floppy hats and covered his skin even out at the pool, he really looked the part of the female side of their relationship."

"They had a garden apartment, which meant they were on the ground floor with a fenced in yard. I know Roger did some gardening because I could see flowers through the back gate when he left it open sometimes."

"I was out late one night, a night I remember that Bobby and I had been fooling around over in that storeroom again. We did that fairly frequently mainly because I was always hoping he would let us get one step further and that night he had let me suck him. You will recall he didn't like the way I did it so the evening was a bust."

"I was on my way home, it was just about dark and I was late already. Something kept nagging at the back of my mind and just before I got home I realized what it was. This was Mom's birthday and I had nothing to give her ... nada, I had completely forgotten."

"I was late, I had no present and I felt like crap as I walked by Roger's garden, then it hit me ... the flowers. Maybe I could take only a few and they wouldn't be missed. And if they were well then I would apologize to Roger and explain why I had done it."

I tripped the latch on the gate and peeked inside. Their patio doors were closed but the curtains were open and I could see them sitting in their living room. The flowerbed was close to the gate so I thought the risk was acceptable. I snuck inside and shut the gate."

"I had snapped off maybe a half a dozen nice flowers, and a rose or two when I looked up and saw Roger move over to the couch beside Terry. They were maybe ten feet away through the glass and I was crouched in the corner where the fence and the wall came together. The first thing I noticed was that Terry was only wearing his boxers."

"Yes, he was quite muscular, but the muscle I saw most was his cock standing straight up. Roger kissed him and went to his knees between Terry's legs. They were right there in front of me and I froze, I had to watch. No, I wanted to watch."

"Roger seemed to inhale Terry's cock; the whole thing went down his throat. I sat down against the fence to give my erection a chance to stretch out. So Roger gave Terry head for a while and then stood up and removed his shorts. His ass was small and firm and he straddled Terry, sitting right down on that man's cock. At that point I put the flowers down and unzipped myself. No way could I ignore this, I was going to enjoy myself a little with this show in front of me."

"Roger eased himself down and I could plainly see Terry's cock slide up his rear. Roger had his back to the glass and I watched him get fucked. My cock was so hard it took me all of three minutes to shoot and they were just getting started. I watched for a while after I came and then decided I had better scoot out of there while they were still busy."

"I grabbed the flowers and slipped through the gate, thinking I had made a clean getaway. My Mom liked the flowers, it made her day. But that next morning after I went out I saw Terry at his car and he motioned me over. He mentioned that someone had taken some of Roger's flowers the night before and I admitted to the crime."

"He asked me when I had done it and I told him right after dark. He said he thought he had seen motion out in the yard about that time but that he had been busy. I know I blushed and all he did was smile. And then he said something I'll never forget."

"Just as long as it was you, Danny. I would hate for anyone else to see what we did."

"I understood right then that he knew I was gay and it felt so good, Andrew ... finally someone knew about me and it felt grand."

"Did you ever talk to him about those feelings?"

"No, wish I had, but he never gave me the chance. I got the feeling that he worried about me, or being alone with me. I remember walking into the laundry room and he was the only one there. He seemed to be in the middle of folding the laundry but he just walked out and left it there."

"Strange, do you think he was keen for you and was just afraid of that?" Andrew asked.

"I don't know, but he had Roger, why would he think anything about me?"

"Young handsome boy, gay men are keen for that sort of thing. At least that's what I've heard."

"I don't think that's right," Danny said. "To him I was just some little kid; he never treated me any other way. He wasn't a perv, he was just gay."

Andrew laughed. Moving over he lay down with his head in Danny's lap. He looked up and with such an innocent smile said, "Well you're gay and a perv, we've got enough evidence for that. Wanna perv on me?"

Danny attacked the boy, tickling him until there were tears streaming down his face. What followed could under some circumstances be called a rape, but that would have meant that one of them wasn't willing ... Andrew was always more than willing.

The clothes flew, the condoms came out and for only the second time Danny felt himself edge a little closer to heaven. Andrew sat in his lap this time, riding the horn he called it. Curious expression but most apt. Funny those Australians.

And this time when Danny erupted he watched as Andrew's cock spewed forth, coating his chest with that precious seed. It looked so awesome, so wonderful ... he knew the next time he wanted to be on the bottom. They lay in one another's arms and Danny expressed that desire.

"You want me to stick you?" Andrew said, and then he giggled. "To be honest, I never did it before."

"What ... never? You mean the expert has a hole in his pedigree?" Danny laughed.

"That doesn't sound right, I've just always enjoyed being on the receiving end of sex. I'll fuck you if that's what you want." Andrew sounded a little upset.

"Aww ... don't be mad at me. I'm only teasing. Of course I love being the one to give you so much pleasure; I just wondered what it would be like. Are you afraid I'll like it so much I won't go back?"

"I know you'll like it, and I'm the expert in that field of study. I just ... well I'm not as big as you; maybe it won't feel as good."

Danny leaned down and kissed the boy's lips, then broke into a smile. "And how would I know what feels good, I've never done it before? I want every inch of you inside of me and that will be enough for me to understand what you feel. Maybe it will make me better when I do it to you?"

"Now why didn't you just say that at the beginning, there's always room for improvement."

He got tickled for that and they made a mess when the condom spilled out on the carpet. Danny got a washcloth and scrubbed at the stains. He knew the porter would be suspicious if he saw that.

It was just before noon when the train crossed the Texas boarder. Danny had gone back to his newspaper and Andrew had picked up his sketchbook. He was refining the drawing of Danny when they pulled to a stop in Lafayette, the first town in Louisiana. Casually Andrew looked up through the window.

"Whoa ... what is that?" he said.

Danny looked up and stared out the window, "What?"

"That magnificent tree ... what is it?"

Across from the station platform was a huge tree, branches drooping and loaded with strands of moss.

"It's a cypress, I've seen pictures of them before," Danny said.

But Andrew was already at work, a clean page in his book open and a sketch of the tree already underway. Danny smiled, the boy was amazing. There was a soft knock at the door and Danny was glad they were dressed; he got up to open it.

"Hey guys, we're going for a sandwich, want something?" Alice asked.

"Yeah, Mom ... but he's a little busy at the moment."

Alice came in and sat down beside Andrew. She looked at the page and then up through the window at the tree. The boy's hand was quick and steady, the tree coming to life on the page. She smiled and watched him work.

A jerk and the train began to move, the tree slowly sliding away. But Andrew had the picture captured in his mind and he finished it best he could. Finally he sat back with a sigh.

"That's beautiful, sweetie," Alice said. "You have so much detail, and we only stopped for what ... five minutes?"

"It was a great tree, I had to draw it," Andrew said. And quite absent mindedly he turned the page back to the drawing of Danny. He realized what he had done only after Danny's mom got a good look at it.

"Sorry," Andrew said, closing the sketchpad.

Alice smiled on the outside although her mind was racing. Well what did she expect; she'd known it was going to happen. Seeing her son posing like that, the nudity, had ... she wasn't upset, it was more like disturbed. Of course her little boy was grown, she'd know his body had matured ... it's just that she had never seen him like this.

"I guess I'll just have to wait until you're finished, I don't want to spoil the surprise," she said.

Her son had matured quite nicely if Andrew's sketch was to be believed as an honest appraisal of the human form. It was a shock, but on more than one level. Yes her son was nude, physically mature and long past puberty ... that was apparent. But it also meant that he and this boy were having sex, she was sure of that now. With a body like that who wouldn't want to have sex?

And of course there was this amazing little genius of an artist sitting beside her, the one who had captured her son in all his glory. Could Danny really be in a sexual union with someone so much smaller ... so frail? She couldn't think of the boys like that, it would disturb her to no end. Better just to accept that they had found one another and that the relationship was fruitful. Oh God, why did she think of it in those terms?

Danny spoke first. "Mom, are you ok?"

Alice almost blushed; she had been sitting there silently, worrying her son. "Yes dear, I'm fine. Lunch?"

Elisabeth took one look at her friend when they all walked into the club car and knew something was up. Alice smiled but she was pale underneath that apparent bravado. She gave Elisabeth a look and shook her head negatively, they would discuss it later. Elisabeth looked at her son and didn't see anything amiss.

They had a sandwich and chips. Not the good kind of chips Andrew assured them, and he went on to explain the English version of chips.

"I drew this tree, Mum; it was just outside the window at our last stop. Did you see it?"

"No dear, I was busy giving Alicia a sink bath. Was it a nice tree?"

"A cypress, my first ever ... what an amazing thing."

"Andrew is very gifted, he captured the very essence of that tree in about five minutes," Alice said.

So that was it, Andrew had been about his sketching. Oh Lord, Alice had seen something and it was upsetting her. Elisabeth could only imagine knowing that Andrew drew just about anything and everything.

With lunch over she virtually dragged Alice back to their compartment, leaving the boys playing cards.

"What is it?" Elisabeth demanded.

"Your son's drawing ... he is so good. I saw the sketch he did of Danny, just a glimpse ... but that was enough."

"The nude ... he's started already I imagine? So ... you knew it was going to happen."

Alice couldn't smile; all she could do was see little Danny in her arms as a baby. "I saw my son's naked body ... his mature naked body in very fine detail. It shocked me, it didn't upset me ... but then I started thinking about our boys, you know ... together."

"And that upset you ... I understand," Elisabeth said.

"I was like ... whoa, Danny is very mature and big down there ... and your Andrew ... well I don't know how it works, won't he get hurt?"

Elisabeth smiled. "I'm sure they'll work it out somehow, they're both very creative. And as for Andrew, he knows what it's all about; he won't do anything to hurt himself. I bought him condoms you know."

"Condoms ... Oh My God ... yes, they have to use those," Alice said.

"And they will, dear ... they're smart boys. Look, Alice, we have to trust them, we agreed on that. It's not right for us to sit around worrying when all they are doing is discovering one another and sharing the love they feel.

"And they've probably gone past the kissing stage already; they had a night alone together. I expect that if something were amiss that Andy would come and tell me, we're like that. As for the nude, let it develop, Andy will do a handsome job of it and I will be proud of his Achievement ... so will your son."

"It's really about what they want, isn't it? They're not babies anymore, they're almost men," Alice said.

"Well they're still boys and at that age I'm not always sure they think with the head they have on their shoulders. Boys are very sexual creatures, I'm sure we'll have to be cautious not to catch them in the act." Elisabeth laughed. "So ... um, how mature is your son ... huge mature?"

"Oh My God, he looked bigger than his father. You don't think Andrew exaggerated the details do you?" Alice said, and then she laughed as well.

"No, he's blatantly honest. If your son had a ten incher than that's what he would have drawn. You're not saying he's that big?"

"Hell no, I would have been passed out on the floor if I'd seen that in his drawing. But his work is amazing; he caught the essence of Danny in that pose."

"We both have much to be thankful for, Alice ... very much."

Andrew paused in the game, he was losing anyway. "Your mom got a glimpse of the nude, I think it upset her."

Danny smiled. "Good, now maybe she'll stop thinking of me as a little kid."

"Nothing little about what she saw," Andrew laughed. "Did she know? I mean did she know how well equipped you are, has she seen it before?"

"Nope, not in years, I've been very careful," Danny said.

"My Mum sees me all the time, I even let her examine it closely last month before we packed up."

"Ok ... and why would you do that?"

"She just wanted to make sure there were no problems with my maturing process, her words not mine. She handled my balls and all that medical stuff, and of course being the dirty little sod I am it got hard. She said I was perfectly normal." Andrew smiled. "I can't imagine your mother doing that."

"Or me allowing it," Danny said. "You have a good thing going with your mother."

"Yes ... hey, maybe I can get her to examine your bits."

"Pass ... moving right along ... Spades, I beat you again," Danny said.

"Oh yes, beat me, whip me ... make me do naughty things, " Andrew laughed.

"What a crazy boy ... I love you," Danny said.

"Nothing crazy about me loving you."


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