The Passing Train
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Rich was always coming up with dares for us, but this was the most ridiculous one yet.
"You want me," I asked incredulously, "to get completely naked, leave all my clothes here, then run all the way down to the train signal and back?"
"You can keep your shoes," he said. "The rocks are sharp."
"You're insane. Someone will see," I said.
"How many days have we been out here and how many people have we seen? Zero."
Rich was right. We were standing next to railroad tracks, a long straight line that vanished into the heat shimmer in each direction. The tracks rested on a continuous mound of crushed rock not native to the sandy dunes. Behind us scrub woods went back maybe an eighth of a mile before becoming mangrove swamp. On the other side of the tracks from us a sandy path led up the hill through more scrub woodland to Rich's house. There were other houses up there too but none in sight of the tracks. We'd played here for years building forts and making trails. There had been other kids around before, but this summer we hadn't seen anyone else.
Rich stared at me expectantly. He was tall with fiery red hair and freckles. He also somehow managed to combine lanky and soft. A result of us turning from kids into teenagers. I suppose I looked the same but I was smaller and darker.
"And why should I do this?" I asked.
"Because you lost the bet last night," he said.
"I never took that bet," I said. "You can't lose a game you don't play."
"Chicken," he said.
"Sure, whatever."
"You afraid of someone seeing your tiny dink?"
"Shut up, man. It's not tiny."
"Sure, whatever," Rich echoed.
I'd never seen Rich naked. Hell, I'd never seen another dick but I thought mine was average for a 14-year-old. These were the days before the Internet or I'd have known a lot more I'm sure, but all I had were the drawings in health books. I kind of wish we had PE showers at school, but I'd have been mortified for anyone I knew to see me. Anyway, it was definitely a lot bigger than it used to be. I know. I'd spent a lot of time with it.
We were standing under a tree near the tracks that used to be our main fort. It was almost directly opposite the trail to Rich's house. The thick branches with waxy leaves went all the way to the ground except for the one passageway we'd cut. There was enough room for us to stand underneath and we'd gathered some old boards and stumps for seats. It was cooler in the shade but you could still see in all directions through the sparse branches. The perfect fort.
"If you do it, I'll do it too," Rich said.
I don't know why I was even considering it, but something made me want to try it. Hormones probably. I stared at Rich another long moment.
"Fine," I said. "but I'm doing it my way." He grinned.
I ducked out of the fort and walked up the rock mound to the tracks. I doublechecked for a train out of habit even though you could see miles in each direction, but the freight trains moved fast and they'd surprised us more than once. I walked to the other side near the trail to Rich's house then set off walking toward the distant signal. Finding a convenient stump, I took off my shirt then sat down and took off my shorts over my shoes. I put both behind the stump where they wouldn't blow away. The sun was hot on my bare back. I looked over my shoulder back at the fort. It was maybe 20 yards away and I couldn't see Rich. He must have seen me looking for him though. He ducked out to give me a thumbs up.
Turning my back on him I looked around one more time then pulled my underwear down over my shoes. I put them with my other clothes and stood up. This felt really weird. I instinctively cupped my hand over my junk and looked around again. I started walking along the tracks at the base of the mound where I wouldn't really be visible. After a few minutes I took my hand away and let it all hang out. It felt weird but really thrilling. I was too nervous to really get hard but I could feel a pleasant tingle.
When I got down to the signal pole I put my hand over myself again and crossed the tracks. The signal was off which meant no train was coming for a while. I stood facing the pole so my bare butt was facing toward Rich in the hide out. I touched the pole with one hand then threw both arms up. I knew he'd be watching even though the signal was a good 150 yards away. Then I covered my junk again and turned around. I didn't want him to see my dick even at that distance.
I started jogging back along beside the tracks toward the hideout. It was awkward running with one had cupped. When I got parallel with my clothes I looked into the fort. I suddenly had an urge to be daring and before I thought about it I took my hand away and shook my hips at the fort. Then I quickly covered up again and ran back to my clothes. I don't know why I did that. I think maybe I wanted Rich to copy me so I could get a good look at him, or maybe just hormones again. I got dressed. It actually felt kind of stiffling to put clothes back on.
When I came back into the fort Rich high-fived me. "How was it?" he asked.
"Weird," I said. "But kind of fun too."
"Have you ever done something like that before?"
"No," I said. "I've never been naked outside before. You gonna do it?"
"Hell, yes," he said.
Rich followed my pattern. He crossed over the tracks, undressed at the stump then started walking away. He didn't really have any kind of tan but his ass was definitely more pale than the rest of him. He wasn't covering himself just taking his time strolling up the tracks.
I looked over at the signal and saw it was red. That meant a train would soon be coming from that direction. Rich finally got down to the signal and crossed over to the fort side the same as I had. No train was visible. He did the same touch and victory celebration. He had to see the signal now and know what it meant but he turned and started casually walking toward me, not covering himself. I couldn't see much this far away but I could see a red pubic bush.
As he got closer Rich did finally cup his hand over himself. When he was about halfway back the tracks started singing. That meant the train would be here really, really soon. Rich heard it and started jogging awkwardly, still covering himself with one hand.
I could see the train now. The flashing front lights were visible. The train obviously saw Rich too because it blew its horn which they didn't usually do. Rich sped up. The ground was rumbling now as the heavy freight drew closer. There's no way that the train driver couldn't both see Rich and see that he was naked. I stayed safe, and dressed, under the tree and watched intently.
Rich finally ducked in to the fort. The train passed us only a few seconds later. Rich was panting, sweating, and still covering himself with his hand. I think we both realized the situation at the same time. He was trapped in here with me. Naked. His clothes on the other side of the roaring train.
I felt like I should turn around, but I looked down and realized the main reason Rich was covering himself was that he was completely hard. The bright red head of his dick was poking up above his hand. Rich saw me looking but he didn't turn away either. I glanced away at the train but despite myself I looked back again. I was fascinated to see another dick. Rich saw my gaze but just stood holding his hand over himself. I could see he was pressing it hard against his stomach.
I couldn't tear my eyes away. We were only a couple of feet apart in the small fort. The train continued to thunder down the tracks making it impossible to talk even if we wanted to. The ground was shaking, the steel wheels shrieking, and Rich was standing naked in front of me shifting back and forth and rubbing the palm of his hand on his erection.
Then without warning semen leapt out the tip of his penis toward me. I jumped back instinctively as two more shots followed and landed on the ground. Rich kept his hand where it was and a little more milky-white liquid drooled out the tip. The last train car passed and the noise started to die down. The tracks sang for a few more moments and then it was quiet again.
I finally managed to turn away. Rich didn't say a word. He just left still holding his hand over himself. I stared at the sand where the spots of ejaculate landed. I realized I was completely hard in my shorts. I reached in and adjusted myself so it wouldn't be so obvious. I didn't watch Rich through the trees but I heard him call my name. I popped out and saw he was dressed and standing at the trail to his house. He was waving me over. Checking for trains again I crossed and we walked back to his house in silence.
We ate dinner with Rich's dad who then disappeared back to his office, which was a separate building behind the house. Rich's dad often slept there because it had air conditioning unlike the old house.
After dinner we watched TV until there was nothing good on. I said I was going upstairs to take a shower and get in bed. Rich got what was the original master bedroom at the top of the house, which you reached via a set of narrow creaky stairs. The good thing was you could open windows on both sides and the breeze would flow through, plus it meant he had his own bathroom.
I showered off the sweat and sand then got dressed in fresh white tighty-whities and some shorts and lay down on the spare bed. The room was small and our beds were pretty close together. I was reading when Rich came up a little while later. He closed the door to keep the hot air from coming up from downstairs, checked that all the windows were open, and went into the bathroom.
I heard the shower run, then cut off. I heard him come out of the bathroom but I didn't look up as he got into bed. A while later I looked over and was shocked to see him laying on his back in bed naked from head to toe.
"Dude," I said. "What are you doing?"
"What?"
"Aren't you going to put on some clothes?"
"Too hot," he said. "Besides, why be shy now."
Rich turned back to his book and I stole a good look at his naked dick. It looked pretty plump as it lay off to the side on his hip.
"What if your father comes up?"
"He never does. And if he did, so what."
"You're crazy."
"Don't you ever sleep naked?"
"No," I said. "You know what my house is like." I went back to my book and tried to ignore my naked friend right next to me.
I announced I was going to sleep first and turned off my light. It was still too hot to get under the sheets so I lay in bed letting the breeze from the windows wash across me. The night was still except for the sound of croaking frogs outside. Eventually Rich said he was going to sleep too and turned off his light.
All I could think about was that he was naked. I started thinking seriously about shucking my own shorts. That made me start to get hard, which only made me want to do it more somehow. There was a little moonlight coming in the window but it was pretty dark. I couldn't really see Rich so I figured he couldn't really see me.
Several more minutes and I said 'to hell with it' to myself. I hoisted my butt up and pulled my shorts and underwear off together. I kept them on the bed within reach though.
A little while later Rich said, "Are you trying it?"
I knew what he meant. "Yeah," I said.
"Isn't it better?"
"Yes," I said. I actually felt myself cooling down as the breeze caressed my balls. I was hard as a rock with my dick pointing up at forty-five degrees from my belly. I hoped he couldn't see. I couldn't really see his.
"Man," Rich said. "That was wild today. I can't believe we did that."
"Have you ever done that before?"
"Well," he said. "I've walked around outside a bit because I wanted to try it. Never done it in broad daylight though. And not with anyone else around."
I started laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"What do you think that train guy saw?" I laughed. "Bare pale ass running along the tracks in nothing but sneakers. He probably thought you were a crazy guy."
"It's not that pale!" he said. Then he laughed too, "Ok, yes it is."
"At least he didn't see your dick flopping around in the breeze!" I said.
Rich stopped laughing. "I'm sorry," he said.
"For what?"
"When I was running back I covered myself because I was getting stiff and then the more I held it and the more I ran the more it... then in the fort I couldn't help it."
"It's cool, man" I said. "Everyone does it even though everyone denies it."
"You?"
"Well not like that, but yeah."
"Are you hard now," Rich asked.
"As a rock," I said. "Won't go away."
"Me too," he said. "Gotta do it, or I won't be able to sleep."
"I dunno."
"Can I see?" Rich asked.
"What?"
"I want to turn on the light."
I considered for a minute. "Ok," I said. I really wanted to cover up but I forced myself to keep my hands at my sides. Rich clicked on his reading light and I heard his breath catch.
"It looks really cool," he said.
I looked at him and saw his dick was standing up just as he said. I got up and got into his bed next to him. He moved over to make room and we were side by side on our backs. I looked down and it looked like two identical dicks except his was pink with a red head. Mine was darker and the tip was the same color as the shaft.
"We're about the same," I said.
"Yeah," he said. "Yours gets bigger when it's hard."
"Doesn't yours?
"No, it just stands up. I thought that's how it works.
I didn't think about it, but I grabbed my dick in my hand and squeezed. A little drop came out the tip and I rubbed it down the shaft. Rich was watching. He grabbed his own dick and started slowly stroking. I don't know how we decided to do this. We didn't think about it I guess. We just had to have release.
I stroked for a minute, almost coming but stopping myself. I took my hand away and watched as my dick bounced up and down as I waited for the feeling to go away.
I looked over at Rich. He had stopped too but he was looking at my dick instead of his own. I looked down at his. I reached across with my hand and started to grab him. I don't know what came over me but I stopped myself in time.
But then Rich said, "Go ahead."
So I did. I grabbed his dick and it felt weirdly the same but different. I tentative stroked it and it felt kind of good. I felt Rich's hand on my dick as he did the same to me. I was close to coming before but the feeling had faded. Now it was starting to return. I loved getting myself close and stopping, so when I started getting close again I stopped stroking Rich and let go. He did the same.
I waited, watching Rich's dick pulsing with his heart beat and hearing his quick breathing. We each returned to our own stroking and this time I couldn't hold back, I stroked myself until I got that inevitable feeling and then it rushed out of me and on to my chest. When I looked over at Rich his stomach was wet but I hadn't seen him shoot. I think he had been watching me though.
"Shit, man," I said. "I needed that."
"Me too," he said.
I carefully got up trying not to drip and went into the bathroom to wipe up with my washcloth. I rinsed it and hung it up. As I was leaving Rich came in after me to do the same. I didn't even consider getting dressed, just lay down naked and spent on my bed.
Rich came out, glanced me over, and then went to his bed and turned off the light.
I slept over at Rich's house many more times, often naked, and sometimes jerking off with each other in the room, but that was our only sexual experience together. We lost touch after high school for no good reason and I think about him often.
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I like themes of first times, "breaking the ice", a little bit of emotional connection, and feet. My stories tend to be more about the lead-up.