Alice Briggs was just about to take another of the pain killers her doctor in Long Beach had prescribed. It would only put off the inevitable, but when they got to Miami she would have the surgery. It was sad to think that Danny would be her only child in this life, but the operation would make that decision final.

She couldn't face the cost or the recovery time while they were in California. Danny needed his mother's guiding hand, especially at this time of life. Going to Rita's had been the only logical answer to the dilemma. It would also give her the chance to deal with her son's developing problems.

She had discovered the notebooks in the box at the back of his closet only a few months before, but the reading had taken her weeks. The first pages had brought her great joy and revealed a latent talent the boy had with words. But then the thoughts on paper had revealed a dose of shocking information.

It wasn't that discovering her son was in all probability gay; it was that she felt at fault. The boy had no positive male influence in his life and she took the blame upon herself. There had been several opportunities to remarry, but the men just didn't seem right. For the boy's sake she should have taken the chance.

Rita was the only person in the family who could even understand and Alice had spent hours on the phone talking about it. There was nothing invalid about Rita's mind, but the arthritis was crippling. The invitation to move had come at her insistence.

A change of scenery, the right school and counseling would do the boy a world of good. Having a gay son wasn't the end of the world, Alice just needed help to deal with it, she was sure Danny needed to deal with it as well.

There was a knock at the door and Alice stood slowly to keep the pain in her abdomen from making her nauseous. She opened the door and smiled.

"Danny ... why did you knock?" she asked.

"I brought someone to see you, Mom. This is Mrs. Mallory, she's a nurse."

The woman behind her son beamed. "Elisabeth Mallory," she said by way of introduction. "I'm Andrew's mother." She held out her hand and Alice shook it.

"But ... you're American?"

"Long story, got the time? Danny was worried about you and I was an RN for eight years in St. Louis, that's where I met Andy's father. But we need to talk; it seems you haven't been eating." She turned to the boys. "Now you run off and mind your sister until I come get you."

That was when Alice caught sight of the young girl standing shyly behind her mother. She was the cutest little thing, maybe all of six years old.

"This is Alicia," Elisabeth said.

"Hello, dear," Alice said.

"Hello," Alicia said and then ducked behind her mother.

"She's very shy with strangers," Elisabeth said.

"She looks just like you," Alice said. "Won't you come in?"

"Go on boys, we'll be along in a while," Elisabeth said.

Alicia seemed distressed and Alice caught onto that. "Maybe Alicia would like to stay with us girls. I have some dollies she can play with."

"Sure you don't mind?" Elisabeth asked. "She loves dolls."

"Well I collect them. I have a few I'm sure she's never seen," Alice said.

Andrew looked relieved; babysitting his sister wasn't his favorite chore. The boys took off and Alice shut the door.

"That was a close call," Andrew laughed when they were down the corridor. "My sister is a handful when she gets upset, and my mum is the only thing she cares about."

Danny laughed. "My mother always wanted to have a little girl. I think that's why she keeps all those dolls. She has a suitcase full of them."

"I like your mum, let's hope our two mums like each other, that would be brilliant, make our lives easier," Andrew said.

They walked through the corridors back towards the coach seats and came upon the door of the broken compartment where Andrew paused.

"You say this one is broken? I wonder if it's fixed yet. Shall we have a look?

"I don't suppose we're allowed in there ... " Danny said, but Andrew had already tried the handle ... the door slid open.

"See, it's unlocked," Andrew said. "Just a quick look around, no one will see us."

Reluctantly Danny followed the boy into the room; he didn't want trouble with the conductor. But the room looked ordinary, nothing to see. Andrew opened the bathroom door and saw the sign.

"It's the loo ... it is bollixed up as I guessed before. Oh ya, loo is the toilet."

Danny grinned. "I got that one. Maybe we should leave now."

Andrew grinned. "This is our hideout now; no one will know we are here. Wish I had my sketch pad."

"You have the urge to draw ... but what?"

"You, silly."

They were standing close, almost too close ... and then Andrew gave him a hug. "I like you, you know," the boy said, his words muffled as his face pressed into Danny's chest.

Danny moved his hands around the boy's back and pressed Andrew closer. His nose was buried in the mop of blonde hair and he breathed in the scent of this beautiful creature. The reaction was immediate; he got hard as a stone.

Andrew's hands slid down Danny's back and grasped his ass, pulling them both tightly together. Danny felt a hardness much like his own pressing against his thigh. They were both aroused ... it felt wonderful.

"I thought it might be like that for you as well," Andrew said. Letting go, he held Danny back at arm's length. "It is ... isn't it?"

Andrew was only inches shorter, and he stood on tip toe to kiss Danny's mouth. It was quick, but long enough to say all that needed to be said. Danny looked down into those sparkling eyes and smiled.

"I think I'm gay ... I just never met anyone I could say that to before. You're ... you're beautiful."

Andrew smiled and tears formed in his eyes. "I think I'm going to like you a whole lot."

The second kiss was passionate and seemed to last forever. But then so did the third and fourth, leaving them both quite breathless.

"I want more ... and not just kisses," Andrew said when they finally broke apart.

"What ... here ... now?" Danny said.

"No, later ... when we have the time. We can lock the door ... maybe even spend the night in here."

"That's crazy ... what if we get caught?" Danny said.

"You make me crazy ... I need to show you what that means," Andrew said.

"I don't know ... if my mother finds out ... "

"My mum already knows about me, I bet your mother knows too. They have a way of understanding ... at least mine does."

"Well my mother doesn't know a thing, she'd kill me," Danny said.

"I bet my mum will tell your's that I'm gay ... we'll know soon enough."

"Oh God, why would she say something like that?"

"Because she loves me, she's not ashamed of anything I do. There are no secrets between us, it's the way we are with one another," Andrew said. "My mum will open her eyes, you'll see."

"We have to get out of here," Danny said. "Will you come back here with me later?"

One look and Danny knew he was committed to this boy. The feelings had been there from the moment they first met, he was helpless to deny it.

"The conductor said something about El Paso. This room will probably be empty until then." Danny looked deeply in Andrew's eyes. "Just don't make my mother hate me, please. She's all I have."

Andrew smiled. "No worries mate. I only want what's best for You ... and that's me."

"God, now I have to piss like crazy ... and the bathroom is busted," Danny laughed.

"Ya, back to the coach car for us, mate. I could use a wicked pee myself. Just don't play with it ... I want it all later."

Danny followed the boy through the cars and ducked into the first bathroom he came to. His stream was long and forceful; the relief came quickly as his bladder emptied. He flushed and leaned against the wall ... what had just happened?

He'd known for years that he loved other boys; well at least he had wanted to. But sexual experiences had been few and far between, and even then they were little more than adolescent groping.

Andrew had kissed him ... a first ever. His head was still spinning from the sensual feeling of the boy's lips on his. It was obvious he had experience in these things. It was a bit embarrassing considering the age difference, he should know more by now, he was older.

But somehow he had always been reluctant ... afraid, afraid that his mother would find out. Oh God, if Andrew's mother said something ... what would happen? Wouldn't she freak out? What if she forbid him to see Andrew?

Nothing in their lives had ever touched on the gay feelings he held inside. He didn't know how his mother felt about the issue. But he was just beginning to understand that he really didn't know anything about it himself.

Andrew was waiting out in the corridor with a smile. "Everything come out all right?"

"About a gallon ... that would be three point seven liters to you." Danny laughed, "But you better learn to think in US volumes now."

Andrew groaned," I am not going to like school here. Maths make my head hurt."

"I just hate the idea of having to meet all the new people. I had some pretty good friends back in Long Beach."

"Any boyfriends?" Andrew asked.

"Two or three ... no just kidding, I am such a novice."

They were back in the coach car by now and they took their seats, fortunately the car was mostly empty at the moment. Danny squirmed on the cushions.

"Damn, I couldn't sleep on these seats."

"We don't have to you know. So why is an incredible boy like you without boyfriends? Is it that difficult here?" Andrew asked.

"Where I grew up? Yeah, the attitude made it hard to even think about guys. And the ones that I could tell were gay were the ones who got beat up a lot. Some of the Mexican kids seemed to enjoy messing with gay boys; I couldn't put myself out there as a target."

"At home I saw the same, but then as an artist I seemed to attract attention from the gay ones," Andrew said.

"So you had boyfriends?"

"Naw, not really. Ok, promise to keep this under your beanie? I had a few older guys interested in me, fellow artists."

"You didn't ... ?" Andrew gasped.

"Well ... hmm, I did, but only a few times," Andrew said. "I met a gay college boy who lived at the beach last summer. I usually took my kit down there on the bus to sketch, you know, landscapes and such."

"That attracted attention I bet. It must have looked unusual having a beautiful boy like you around," Danny said.

Andrew smiled and took his hand. "You do like me ... thanks, mate."

"So ... what happened, I mean ... how did things get started?"

"Well Jerry walked up to see what I was doing and he was impressed with my work. He invited me back to his shack to see the stuff he was about making. It was bloody amazing; I had never seen such style and coloration before. He asked about my work and I took him home to see it."

"Your mother didn't flip out?"

"Naw, mate, she was cool with it. He had a critical eye and we ended up talking for hours, so late in fact that mum asked him to dinner and then he spent the night. He slept in my room on the spare and once we got naked and I had my first bit of oral from him. It was incredible ... you want to know the details?"

Danny blushed, but he nodded.

"Well, he stripped off and I told him what an amazing body he had. I couldn't help myself, I had to touch him. So I placed my hands on his chest and ran my fingers over his muscles. Well you know my willy stood right up, and then he touched me. It was like only a few weeks after I had started making sperms and his touch seemed to do the trick, I messed all over his hand."

"Did your mother know? I mean this guy was an adult, it's not legal down there either I'm sure," Danny said.

"Ah sure, but that wasn't my concern. I slept with him, he blew me twice and I had my first blow on him, that's what I told mum over breakfast."

"Oh God, you told her? I could never talk to my mom like that."

"She just asked if we had safe sex, which was her concern. I mean he swallowed mine but I didn't do the same for him. I was virgin, he had no worries about me, but he wouldn't allow himself to cum in my mouth ... he was doing the right thing. Mum said he was a nice boy after I told her that."

"The age difference didn't bother her?"

"Well I had to learn about it from someone ... I'm gay. Better him than some sod who just wants to get his nut up my bum. I chose him, she understands that."

"So he didn't ... didn't do anything to your bottom?" Danny asked.

"Not then, we did that later down at his shack, he had condoms there."

Danny was speechless, but worse, he couldn't deal with it. "I gotta pee again," he said, almost leaping out of the seat and heading to the restroom. Once inside he leaned his head against the wall.

Andrew wasn't what he thought ... how could he do those things? The beauty of the boy almost seemed tragic after learning what had happened. He wanted to cry ... to scream. How could the boy be so ... so accepting of sex like that with an older guy? It wasn't all right, it was terrible.

How could he face the boy with these feelings? Maybe he was wrong; Andrew did come from a different culture. But he was so young, too young to have had experiences like that.

Danny splashed water on his face and looked up into the tiny mirror attached to the wall. What was he feeling? Could he be jealous? The paper towel seemed rough against his skin but he welcomed the distraction.

Out there sat the most amazing boy he had ever met. Someone like that didn't come along more than once in life. He was everything Danny had ever dreamed of ... God it hurt. So he wasn't an innocent kid, maybe I am just too stupid to understand his feelings, Danny thought. Andrew didn't have to do any of those things, but he'd started it. Why?

The face that looked up at him when he finally returned to the seat was full of questions. "You all right, mate?"

"I ... I don't know. You shocked me," Danny said, falling into his seat.

"Look ... let me tell you something about me," Andrew said. "I grew up watching my parents fight. Tossed back and forth between his house and hers, it was a relief when they finally divorced. I watched my dad and his women, my mom and her friends ... my life was surrounded with sexual stuff even though I never saw most of it.

"I knew what I was early on, like about six or seven, I was attracted to boys ... men ... the male body. My art gave me an outlet for those feelings until puberty knocked on my door. Then I had to open myself up to the possibility of my own sexual needs. Jerry was a nice guy, not some perv, I asked him ... no, I demanded that he have sex with me.

"I had to experience sex with a guy; he was just the poor sod I chose. I imagine you find that strange, maybe even repulsive, but it was my desire that made it happen. So don't go feeling sorry for me, I didn't lose my innocence to Jerry ... that was long gone before he ever appeared in my life.

"And now I choose you, and there is nothing strange about that. I like you for who you are Danny. You are kind, considerate and a great kisser. But I know you think I'm a bad boy for what I did, I can't help that, it was something I had to do."

Danny sat silently and then placed his hand on Andrew's thigh. If anything he could understand the boy's longing to find himself a place in the gay world. He'd had those feelings for a long time himself. And now beside him sat the most desirable creature he'd ever met.

"I ... I'm sorry," Danny said. "I've had feelings about myself, it seems like forever now. But I just couldn't do anything like what you did. You ... you did what you felt was right even though I couldn't. Maybe it's because you're braver than I am, I just don't know."

"I saw the chance and took it ... that pretty much sums it up," Andrew said. "I just couldn't see myself fumbling around in a dark corner with some little wanker like myself at school. I saw the chance for some higher education and he was a good teacher."

"Then why me ... why did you chose me? I don't know beans about being gay with another boy." The tears in Danny's eyes began to roll down his cheeks.

"Because I didn't love Jerry ... I love you," Andrew said. He used a finger to wipe Danny's cheeks. "I don't worry about you in bed, you'll be brilliant. We'll discover one another quite well, you'll see."

"I don't even know where to begin ... you love me? But how, we've just met ... "

"Hush, you kiss like a wizard, that's where we start. The rest is like a wonderful painting. It comes in various shades of color and builds to the final finish. You let me hold the brush and we'll paint a masterpiece together, trust me."

"I never met anyone like you, ever." Danny's face tried to smile but he still felt sad.

"I am unique, can't deny that," Andrew said, his eyes dancing with mischief. "And since I have decided you are the one, my love, I'll tell you a little secret. My cock is one hundred and twenty-seven millimeters long."

"Oh My God, that's huge ... wait a minute, how long is that in inches?" Danny asked with a grin.

"Haw, got you. It's like five inches or so," Andrew said. "I'm sure yours is bigger and I intend to find out ... tonight."

"Oh you do?"

And that was when Danny's mother walked down the aisle. He quickly withdrew his hand from Andrew's thigh and realized he was doomed if he stood up. Standing and turning away from her, Danny made a quick swipe down the front of his jeans and stood his erection straight up behind his belt.

"Hello, boys ... " Alice said..

"You feeling better, Mom?" Danny asked.

"Yes, I feel much better now. Andrew, your mother is just an amazing nurse, thank you so much for bringing her to me."

"My pleasure, Mrs. Briggs. And where might she be?" Andrew asked.

"She took your sister to the ladies room. We'll meet her in the club car in a few minutes"

"Yes ma'am," Andrew said.

Danny watched the two moms as they chatted across the table. Had Andrew's mom talked to his about the gay thing? He was clueless, they gave nothing away. Danny's mom did ask Andrew about his painting and what he saw for the future.

"I need to work on differing styles. Color and shape come easily, but expressing myself when it comes to texture and style is much more difficult. I'm just learning to appreciate the way so many masters can express texture with such minimal brush strokes, Van Gogh ... Monet, they had it down. I need to learn that."

The boy spoke so well about himself. Danny could tell his mother was impressed by what she heard. And somehow his mother's opinion of Andrew was so vitally important. She had to like the boy as much as he did because he knew he was falling in love. It might be their feeling to share but his mother had to approve of the choice.

Danny saw how quickly Alicia took to his mother. Mrs. Mallory seemed proud of Andrew, but her little girl seemed quite secure of her place in the family. Andrew was kind to his sister, but didn't go out of his way to please her.

Alice took a few bites of a sandwich and drank her coffee. Danny was glad to see that much.

"Danny, I have asked Elisabeth and Alicia to stay in the room with me tonight, would you mind?"

Danny was stunned, and then realized this move played right into Andrew's plans for the night.

"Um, sure Mom. I can sleep in the coach seats with Andrew."

"I know it isn't as comfortable back there ... I'm sorry," she said.

"No, it's ok," Danny replied. "We'll probably stay up and talk all night long anyways."

"That's fine, just don't disturb the other passengers, you hear?"

"Yes ma'am, we won't."

He couldn't look at Andrew now. One look would give it all away. He felt like screaming with joy ... how lucky could they get? But he felt Andrew give his leg a kick under the table ... that was all he needed.

Andrew carried his mother's suitcase back to the sleeper compartment and set it down. The ladies retired to the room while Andrew and Danny walked back to the coach car.

"Did your mother arrange this?" Danny asked.

"Yes, I'm sure, but not for us. I think she wants to keep an eye on your mom's health. Seems they've become quite friendly, don't you think?"

"I hope they don't come back to check on us," Danny said.

"My mum won't worry. This is brilliant, couldn't have worked out better. So when shall we go to our room? Hey, can you reach up there and pull down my suitcase ... it's the blue one."

Danny stood on the seat and lifted the large blue case down; Andrew slid it across the seats. He tripped the latches and opened the lid. Buried under a pile of clothing was a wooden box which he pulled out. Then he dug to the bottom and slid out a large wire bound notebook.

"What's that?" Danny asked.

"My sketchbook. Well one of them, I have dozens."

They closed up the case and struggled to get it back up on the overhead rack. Danny sat back with a sigh. Andrew opened the wooden box, revealing pens, pencils and a cloth bag. He set the box aside after choosing a pencil; then he opened the sketchbook.

Danny had never seen any of the boy's art, and now he was astounded as the pages were turned. Faces, bodies, flowers ... all with such vivid detail and expression, it almost took his breath away. And if anything it made him realize something grand. The creator of all this beauty had chosen to love him, he wanted to cry for joy.

For his part Andrew waited for Danny to say something. People always had something to say about his work, it was expected. He looked at Danny's face as the pages were turned and he saw the emotions there.

"God ... it's beautiful," Danny said. "You are so talented."

"Thank you, this is just some stuff I'm doing now. Can I sketch you?"

Danny smiled. "Do I have to take my clothes off?"

Andrew giggled. "Maybe later ... I want to capture your eyes."

"Is there enough light here?"

"Yes, for what I want ... let me try."

"Ok ... what do I do?" Danny asked.

"Just sit there and look at me for a while."

And Danny stared at the boy as he leaned back against the window and began to draw. Andrew would raise his eyes from the page and look then glance back down to follow the progress of his hand.

The blonde hair fell across his eyes, and Andrew brushed it back. That singular gesture gave Danny a thrill, and in it he saw the true beauty of the boy stand out. Every strand of that golden hair was really fine and accented Andrew's face so well.

The boy's forehead wrinkled as he concentrated. His features seemed flawless and Danny looked for a single blemish but found none. If only he could paint, this creature would be his favorite subject. And in his mind Danny began to compose the words he would use to describe such beauty.

It took the boy all of twenty minutes, and then he looked up with a smile. "You want to see?"

He held the book against the back of the seat and Danny saw a mask of his face, but the eyes held his gaze. They were soft and warm, and yet ... mysterious. It was so real.

"You really have such a beautiful face," Andrew said. "I love it when you look at me."

Danny gazed across the short distance. He'd never thought of himself in such terms, but he saw the truth of it in Andrew's eyes.

"When beauty needs to see in the dark ... I hope it has your eyes," Danny said. "For if I had to choose one place to be ... it would be in the reflection of your love."

Andrew smiled. "You made that up just now, didn't you? Brilliant, you have a gift." With that he leaned over and gave Danny a kiss.

There were other people around them and yet in that brief moment of time no one saw their passion ... but it would not always be so and they both seemed to realize it rather quickly.

"Um ... should we go hide ourselves?" Danny asked.

Andrew grinned, and then looked down at his lap. "A bit late for that, mate ... I'm sporting wood already."

They sat for a few minutes, allowing the tide of passion to recede. "Take my box, will ya?' Andrew asked. They packed up and began the walk forward towards the sleepers.

"Is this gonna be safe ... you think the conductor checks that cabin?" Danny asked.

"Why would he?" Andrew replied. "Not like he can call out the plumber in the middle of the desert, can he? We'll be safe until El Paso no doubt ... just lock the door."

They reached the sleeper car and found the corridors empty, no sign of the conductor. Danny tried the door and it slid open as before. Once inside he examined the door lock and turned the button to lock it. There was a privacy latch above and he slid that in place ... now they were secure.

"See, nothin to it," Andrew said. He looked around the room and studied the window. The shade was partially open, a line cutting across the wall from the fading sunlight. He slid the shade fully open. "Gonna be dark in a bit ... I'm not keen for the lighting in here."

"Oh ... you mean for drawing?" Danny asked. "We could wait for tomorrow."

"Naw, I have the urge to immortalize you now. Ok, Flash ... off with 'em."

"Uh ... oh, you mean undress? Yeah, I guess." Danny slowly removed his shoes and shirt, laying them on the end of the seat. He unbuckled his jeans and then looked up at Andrew.

Andrew smiled. "Lets not be shy, I've seen it all before." He reached a hand out towards Danny and then hesitated, looking at the sunlight once again. "Right ... I want you to lean against the wall just there as if you were gazing out the window. Danny dropped his jeans around his ankles and stepped out of them. "Just lean against the wall and ... do what?" he asked.

Andrew's eyes had never left off gazing at Danny's body ... the eyes of the artist studying his subject. "Um ... well look out the window at the scenery, I need to study the light a moment ... and lose the briefs if you please."

Danny gazed out the window with a purpose, his hands sliding down his sides, thumbs hooking in the waistband ... pushing downwards. He willed himself to focus on the desert landscape ... I will not get hard, he told himself.

The briefs slid down past his knees and pooled around his ankles ... he kicked them off towards the corner and stepped up towards the window. He could feel the sunlight on his skin ... especially on that part which was always covered. A glow of warmth bathed his crotch, his chest, his face ... and yet he was not aroused.

His eyes searched the expanse of desolation for some key, some focal point to which he might absorb the thoughts racing through his mind. Yes, he was naked in front of Andrew and he felt it a mercy that the boy had not said a word about it. No, he could not focus on the boy sitting only feet away ... that was not his purpose here.

For his part, Andrew opened his sketchbook to a blank page and grabbed a pencil. This was to be the preliminary sketch, the one he always made to give him clues for the shape and scope of his next stage. Shadow and texture, proportions and space allocation, this was his immediate goal.

Never mind that he was seeing Danny's naked body for the first Time ... the boy was an object at the moment. This would all be hard enough to put down considering the constant sway of motion from the train, but it seemed to have a certain rhythm to the movement and he could work with that.

Danny stood with his left arm raised; his hand placed against the upper window frame, fingers splayed ... the other arm dangling at his side. His face was turned to look through the glass, his body relaxed, the right leg slightly raised as his weight rested on the left. His body was bathed in the bright light of a fading sun, leaving a ghostly shadow cast on the wall behind him.

Andrew's mind absorbed all this and filed it away while his hand flew across the page. The first line became a series of lines, curving ... stretching to encapsulate the shape of his subject. Danny's body materialized on the page in short order, and then that hand began refining the shape.

The curve of an elbow, the angle of the head, the splay of fingers ... it all seemed to materialize and coalesce into one structured image. Andrew now began to focus on details and to avoid dwelling on it forever ... he began with Danny's penis.

Unlike himself, Danny was circumcised. It allowed him to present the flare and veining of that precious part. The boy was in no way erect but the penis seemed to hang with weight, pressed forward by the generous sack of goodies hanging behind it. These were not sexual thoughts but artistic ones, Andrew would not allow his vision to be clouded with lustful random feelings.

He made sure of the shape presented by Danny's pubic growth, carefully noting the fine line of hairs traveling up to the indentation of his belly button. The curve of the hip, raised slightly because of the elevated leg threw the body slightly askew but that was fine. Symmetry was not to be admired; nature was not always in such beautiful balance.

No, he had simply allowed Danny to strike his own natural pose and the effect was stunning. Right ... he had the shape. Andrew turned the page and began a larger scale sketch of the head. He would expand the whole piece by making sketches of different areas of the body and then in his studio he would bring them all together.

Danny's hair wasn't long ... nor was it too short. He seemed to stay well groomed despite the traveling conditions. The fine brown hair swept back behind the boy's ears allowed the face to open up, and what a pleasing face it was. Body hair had always fascinated Andrew since he had little of his own.

It would still be several years before Danny needed to razor his face on a regular basis. The barest shadow of a mustache grew on his upper lip, a line of fine hair that could only be described as adolescent. It was endearing, and with that thought Andrew knew it was time for him to stop for the moment.

Once he began to see the subject on a personal level it always seemed to change the way he drew. Being objective and critical of his work, far beyond the perceptions of most viewers, Andrew knew his own limitations. His mind could not indulge both passion and artistic perception at the same time; they were both all-consuming feelings.

He didn't say anything to Danny, but the boy had stood patiently for almost half an hour by now; his body had to feel the strain. But Andrew saw in the boy's gaze that he was far away in some other state of mind. The moment seemed familiar, his mind often allowed such travel for creative reasons.

And then Danny's mind seemed to return to the present and he turned to look. "You done ... can I move?"

"Yes, I'm finished for the moment," Andrew replied.

Danny moved over and plopped down on the seat. No thought to his nakedness, it was if he didn't realize his current state.

"Wow ... that was intense," Danny said.

"What were you thinking?" Andrew asked.

"I was out there ... lost in the desolation and heat. It was as if I could feel the rays of the sun fading, giving way to the cool of night. We fail to see the devastation such intense radiant heat brings because no one can live out here ... but what if we had to? What if all the water suddenly dried up and the land all began to look like this? Wouldn't we welcome the coming of night?"

Andrew smiled. Danny was such a literate visionary at heart, who else had thoughts like that? They were well suited for one another.

"Do you write poetry as well?" Andrew asked.

Danny grinned. "I've tried ... but it seems confining, all those rules about measures and rhyme seem to choke my efforts. Did you get what you needed to?"

"On paper...yes, I have my thoughts filled in. They're pieces really, I join them together later. Sketching and painting are not like taking a photograph; it doesn't just present itself as a final work right away."

"Oh ... I didn't know how it worked. Should I get dressed now?"

"If you want ... I'll only tear them off later," Andrew said. "But Wait ... let me try one thing first."

With that he leaned towards Danny a bit and stared down at the boy's crotch. The effect was astonishing, Danny's cock rose to full mast in less than ten seconds. The immediate blush on his face was endearing, and now Andrew reached out and touched that precious face.

"It's good to know I have such a strong effect on you," Andrew said. Their eyes met and locked together. Andrew leaned forward and their lips met. Danny almost jumped out of his skin when a warm hand encircled his cock ... instead he groaned and shut his eyes.

Andrew stroked up and down a few times and felt the cock pulse with energy. He knew better than to keep it up, Danny would explode much too soon if he wasn't careful. He withdrew his hand and Danny groaned again. Andrew placed a palm against Danny's chest and pushed back.

"This is so unfair, you're naked and I'm ... "

Danny began to tug on Andrew's belt; he wanted them both to be equal.

"Whoa, cowboy. I want to undress for you ... ok?" Andrew said.

"Please," Danny replied.

Andrew stood ... his back against the wall ... and he began to strip. Danny stared in awe as each piece of clothing fell, the seconds ticking away, pushing forth an ever increasing demand in his mind to leap on the boy. But Andrew was not to be rushed, it was his showcase.

Removing the shirt one button at a time, Andrew seemed to enjoy the tease. The ribbed straps of his undershirt revealed pale shoulders as he shrugged off the button down dress shirt and dropped it in a pile on the floor. The agony went on as the boy slowly inserted a finger under one strap and then the other, pulling outwards and allowing the undershirt to slide down to his waist.

His small pink nipples stood out and Danny felt his cock throb at the sight. Then off came the shoes and socks in a jumble of movement before Andrew once again stood up straight and unbuckled his belt. The loose fitting dress pants he wore seemed to fall of their own accord, revealing the pale blue boxer shorts underneath.

Danny had boxers too, but he had decided that the dangle of his parts on the train trip would be distracting and might keep him aroused way too much. This of course was before he met Andrew ten hours ago. Oh God, had it only been that long?

The boxers gave no clue as to what lay underneath ... well there was a slight swelling ... so unfair. Andrew stepped out of his pants and kicked them away. His hands circled his chest, pausing to pinch his nipples. Danny throbbed at the sight.

Andrew slid his hands down, capturing his undershirt and boxers in the same move. His fingers moved downwards, under the cloth which quickly began to descend across his narrow hips. And then it all fell around his ankles ... his precious parts were revealed. Danny felt the throb, a surge and almost came with the excitement.

Danny had seen statues of pale alabaster marble in books that he'd read, statues the Greeks had sculpted to honor the male body...but this was living flesh. Andrew was so slender, so pale and yet he seemed so perfect.

It was his first glimpse of an uncircumcised penis and Danny found it thrilling ... enticing. He watched as the head began to push out of the sheath as Andrew became erect. He looked back up at the boy's face and saw that smile.

"Do I pass?" Andrew asked. "Are you keen for my body?"

Danny swallowed, he was more than keen. In two steps Andrew was in his arms and Danny felt the warmth of the flesh against his. Their lips met once again and Danny lay back, pulling the boy on top.

There was no plan in his mind; Danny just knew that no matter what they did together it would be the best thing ever. Just the feeling of their erections pressed between them was exhilarating ... he couldn't get enough of that pressure.

Danny slid his arms around Andrew and held their bodies together, the boy pressed back. Cock to cock, belly to belly they began to squirm. The feeling was unlike any other and Danny soon became lost in the feeling of their bodies rubbing together. And from out of the depths he felt a sudden overwhelming need and he gasped.

Andrew had known it was going to happen, Danny had already been so aroused it seemed like he would cum any second, and now he had. It made him smile inside and he drove his cock faster and faster in the slime between them until he felt himself ready to let go.

Danny was surprised at the groan that emanated from the boy's throat, it was almost a growl. But he felt the rush of cum added to his own when Andrew burst and then quickly collapsed on his chest.

When he had first seen the boy's cock become erect Danny had wondered if Andrew had even reached puberty. There were few hairs, and what there were seemed pale and short. In comparison to his penis even the size had seemed diminished, but he had said nothing. Now he knew, Andrew was not some little child he should worry about ... their sperm was mingled on the palette of his belly.

Andrew raised his head. "Did you like that?"

"I love you," Danny replied. "That was awesome."

Andrew giggled. "Now we've got past the introductions ... we can enjoy the rest."

"Rest?" Danny laughed. "I just had the best cum of my life and you want more?"

Andrew ran his fingers across Danny's cheek. "Yes love ... there will be much, much more."


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