with the ticket man to have Anthony and I share my cabin. Within an hour, we were leaving the Cambridge train station with London as our first destination. I intended my locomotive to ride the tracks to a different destination, however.

Anthony and I took care of our luggage and settled into our lovely cabin. Luckily the double cabin was not much larger than the single; the limited space afforded me the opportunity to brush up against Anthony’s hard body as we got situated. He did not seem to notice my erection as we did so. At one point, I sat on the bed while he reached over me to put his personals away. Our legs made contact the entire time and his crotch stared me in the eye. I could see the faint outline of his lazy lob through his breeches. “Is he getting turned on?” I thought to myself. He was taking an unnaturally long time to get settled, which made me think he was quite fond of the position he was in. His left leg then began to inch closer to me in between my legs until his knee touched my trembling stiffy. I had waited for this moment for twenty years now, to feel the touch of another lad. I glanced at myself in the looking-glass and noticed that sweat covered my face. My skinny but well-shaped body shook with anticipation and pleasure.

Anthony’s knee then started to rub my raging woody. He swirled it around as one does to liquid with a straw. His next move was to bring down one of his hands and run his fingers through my strawberry blonde hair. His knickers had gotten much tighter and I could see that his wanker was hard for certain now. I could already tell that it was mammoth. I looked up to him as he caressed my head and my wanker and met his lusty gaze. Without a doubt my eyes begged for him to continue on, to fulfill my dreams of escaping the hidden passion that I had held inside for so long.

“I think it’s time to give you a ride in exchange for the one you’ve given me,” he whispered down to me.

He crouched down and sat on my leg, his knob rubbing against my thigh. He then brought my head closer to his and locked me in the most sensuous and heavenly kiss. Our tongues played a match of rugby while our pillowy lips melted together. He tasted of a fine Earl Grey. He removed my jacket, untucked my shirt, and began to massage my stomach, working his way up to my chest and my nipples. Anthony then broke our lips apart and began to kiss my cheek and my neck, coating my burning skin with his cool saliva. He unbuttoned my shirt and gently made me lie down. He started kissing my chest and sucking on my nipples delicately. His lips and tongue worked to turn them into a soft pink color and made them stand up as erect and straight as a Buckingham Palace guard. Spasms of pleasure shot through my body. I had never in my life experienced such ecstasy. All the lascivious thoughts and feelings I had had regarding the rugby players and my classmates seemed like child’s play compared to Anthony’s retribution. His