Train Station Sex

Excerpt

Quietly, Chet made his way around to the back door of the waiting room, entered the men’s john to take up his hopeful vigil in the booth at the far end; he’d have been scared to death to approach a boy Johnny’s age on the street, but if Johnny was half the man he looked to be, and if he knew his way around, even a little, well, Chet didn’t want to miss out!

Jamming his T-shirt back into his pants, Johnny felt the still unfamiliar crispness of the hairs inside his shorts and grinned as he thought about the freedom that would soon be his.

Accepted already by fellows older than himself at school, particularly because they liked the way he played ball, there seemed to remain only one gulf. That was when they got dreamy eyed raving about their dates. It wasn’t that fucking didn’t intrigue him plenty, but all that necking and stuff like that was not really Johnny’s bag. He thought of the can of rubbers in his pocket and felt a goofy-pleasurable pressure at the base of his spine. His cock was hard and it was partly because he had to take a leak so badly, almost like waking up stiff in the morning, but mostly it was hard just from thinking about FUCKING!