(I would like it if you bothered to read part one, but I have no control over your appreciation of literature.

Okay, it's not what most would call literature -- I mean, it's not fucking Shakespeare, it's porn -- but it still has plot, character development, and a message or two beyond "grab your dick and yank it, pervo!" -- which is not to say you shouldn't grab your dick and yank it, pervo, but when you cum, maybe you could use your head a little along with your dick.

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Boxcar Boys

Part Two

"No more freight trains," I told them. "How we are not dead right now I can't rightly imagine."

They were not about to argue. We'd marched on down to the next slow turn, hid in the tall grass, and ran for the train when it came by. We didn't see no open boxcars, but there was a flatbed it looked like we could get on, loaded with a pile of iron pipe. So we gave it a try.

It pretty much worked, but Billy was a little short to jump up. I had to reach down, grab his arm, and yank him up with us. The train picked up speed, and stayed at speed most of the night, and we damned near froze to death, blankets not making no difference. There was no place to lay down, no place to get out of the wind, and no place to get off until morning, coming up on the Albuquerque yards.

We rolled off into the ditch beside the tracks, which was warmer than we'd been all night. The wind was blocked, and unless it rained, we'd be fine. Well, it wasn't about to rain, for sure, so we unrolled the blankets and just slept there until we wakened. No more freight trains. We'd find some other way to California.

When we woke up, what we mostly needed was water, but there wasn't none of that around, so we just started off down the tracks towards Albuquerque. And not too far along, we hit the hobo jungle. Wayne was first to smell the smoke.

Now most of them hobos was just men down on their luck, and didn't want to hurt nobody, but you still had to be careful. If somebody thought you might have a couple bucks cash money in your pocket, or maybe just didn't like the look on your face, you could be in trouble. Wayne, I figure, once had other problems in some jungle, because he rubbed dirt and soot on his face and on Billy's too before we headed in. It wouldn't have stopped me from fucking them if I was like that, but I guess it was better than nothing.

Well, the unlucky bastards in the hobo jungle that night was pretty decent. We shared our three left-over hard-boiled eggs, and got to share in some beans and rice and potatoes. If anybody had bacon, he kept it to himself. We built up a decent fire that night to keep warm, but I guess that was a mistake because the sheriff's posse came and rousted us out before dawn. We was able to grab up our stuff before we ran, but some bastard deputy caught Wayne on the arm with a billy, or maybe a bat. It was a real bad bruise, and I wished I could kill that son of a bitch.

..........

We caught another ride with some Okies -- okay, they wasn't Okies because they came from Missouri, but no big difference -- with a broke down truck I could fix mostly because I had the tools and they didn't. It was funny because they had this big sofa on the back of their truck, where me and the boys sat out in the sun, rubbing each other's dicks and kissing with tongues and doing a little "open your pants and I'll suck you," but the back of the sofa blocked the truck window, so the Hurleys never knew shit.

Yeah, some guy in a faster car might have passed us up and seen something, but there was not a lot of sports cars, or any cars at all, driving around those parts in those days. It was two long days before we hit Arizona, and we never would have made it if I didn't get a little repair work on some other clunkers along the way and pitch in for gas.

The Hurleys was decent people. They shared whatever they had, and so did we. Old Roy and his wife Annie was traveling with their granddaughter, Mary Elizabeth. I never asked what happened to the little girl's mama and papa, and they never said. Well, it was none of my business. We had to leave them at Winona, because their old truck needed a part none of us could afford. I hope they did okay.

..........

We caught a couple short rides, and made it to Flagstaff, but it was night by then. I still had two dollars and seventy cents cash money, so we got to eat, but I was thinking staying at a roadhouse would take a little too much from our reserve. We sat there at the diner for as long as our four bit meals allowed, then started to head out, but some kind of fancy guy caught Billy by the arm, and looked straight at me.

"How much?" he asked.

"How much for what?" Wayne answered, which was good because I didn't know what the fuck the guy was talking about. Being there in the diner, which had quite a few people sitting around, the fancy guy just looked around and kept his mouth shut.

"Just wait for me outside," he said, and took the four-bit check out of my hand. I guess it was supposed to be a token of good faith. He got up, and we all moved to the door, and he paid the whole tab, and it looked like he left a pretty good tip.

Outside, Wayne said "Billy don't take it up the ass. If that's what you want, you want me. I ain't got no hair down there yet, so if you want to pretend I'm littler, you can. How much?"

"Hey, wait a second," I put in. "I don't want you whoring yourself out. I can take care of us."

"Not likely," Wayne replied, Then he turned to the fancy guy, and asked, "How much?"

"Five bucks," fancy guy replied.

"Then you can bend over backwards and fuck yourself," said Wayne. Me, I was not clear on how somebody could bend over backwards and fuck himself, but I figure it was just a figure of speech. "Twenty bucks, cash," Wayne countered.

Wayne drove a hard bargain, and fancy boy must have been pretty horny, because they settled at fifteen.

..........

Me and Billy sat there in the back of the rich guy's roadster, waiting for Wayne. I felt a whole lot like shit, letting him do that when we still had a couple of bucks. I mean, even if we didn't have no money, it was wrong of me to let him do that. He didn't take long, though. Fifteen, twenty minutes later, he come out of that big house and said, "Okay, let's go."

We started walking off down the road, and I said, "I'm sorry Wayne, I'm just so sorry."

He just looked up at me with a little grin, and said, "It don't matter. He got a real little one, and fifteen bucks will take us all the way to California. And then there's this."

He reached in his pocket and pulled out a watch -- a big, gold pocket watch I figured had to be worth a couple hundred at least. "Shit," I said, "he's gonna put the sheriff on us!"

"And tell the sheriff I stole it while he was fucking me? I don't think so. You can hock it in Sparks or Reno, get maybe seventy-five or eighty for it. And then we'll have enough money so they'll let us into California."

..........

It was real late when we come up on the roadhouse, but I roused the clerk and got him to rent us a room. He even roused up his wife, and got her to cook us some eggs and scrapple. That pretty much used up most of the money left in my pocket, but Wayne had his fifteen bucks, and that was more than enough to get us to Sparks.

There was just the one toilet down the hall, and Billy took his time down there. Then he come back to the room bare naked, like he didn't care who might of seen him, lay back on the bed, and pulled his legs up in the air. "I gotta get fucked," he said to me. "Wayne can't do it all on his own, so I better get used to it."

Wayne said to him, "Come on, Billy, you give the best blow jobs west of the Mississippi. That ought to be good enough."

"No," Billy insisted. "It was supposed to be me that rich guy was fucking tonight, and you'll probably grow hair down there any day now. Who'd want you then?"

Well, I'd known plenty of guys didn't mind a little bush, or even a lot of it, but I kept my mouth shut. I still was the newcomer. Then Billy said, "Come on, Harlan, stick it in me."

Like I said, I am kind of average size, but I figured still kind of big for Billy's little rosebud his first time around, so I said, "No. If you have to get fucked tonight, let Wayne do it. It won't hurt near so much."

Wayne gave me kind of a dirty look, because he wasn't that much smaller than me in length. Just the same, his was skinnier, and I figured that counted for more. So we lathered up that little bitty soap they give you in the sink, and I rubbed him up real good. He forgot about being insulted, and just liked it. Then I soaped up a washcloth, and cleaned up Billy's asshole, because he'd just took a shit and I was meaning to lick it to get it all ready for Wayne's dick.

And that's what I did. I figure neither Wayne nor Billy ever even thought of licking another guy's asshole, but both of them got extra hard while I was doing it, so I guess they figured it was not too bad an idea. When I was nearly ready to cum, I let up, added a little extra water to Wayne's soapy dick, and told him to go for it.

He did. He didn't get in right away because Billy was all tightened up, but then the little guy let loose and Wayne slammed right up him, and just fucked him like no tomorrow. He just pounded that little asshole, so hard I could hear Wayne's balls slapping up against that smooth little backside, and I was wondering what the fuck to do with my own dick, which was super hard and wanting to go someplace.

It might have been around then that Wayne had his first wet cum, but it couldn't have been much because I didn't see nothing leak out of Billy's ass. Just the same, I think Wayne was pretty happy it was him and not me who first got up inside little Billy. Me, I figured I might have some claim on Wayne's ass, but I wasn't sure he would agree.

Once the boys caught their breaths, Wayne said, "Billy, how was it when Harlan was licking your hole?" and Billy said, "It was real nice." He turned to me and smiled. "It was real nice, Harlan."

"You gonna lick mine?" Wayne asked.

"Do I get to fuck you?" I asked him right back.

"Well," Wayne answered me, "sooner or later you know it was gonna happen."

Okay, I used that same washcloth I used on Billy, but maybe I was a little more careful with it not knowing what that rich guy had left behind. And I fingered him some, and wiped my finger on the washcloth too, but I don't figure he knew I was trying to steer clear of rich guy germs, because he was really liking it.

But when I finally dived down between those beautiful pillows of ass cheek, I was not thinking about that rich motherfucker's cock which had been there somewhat earlier. I was just thinking it had to be the sweetest ass I ever would eat, and I'd better enjoy it while I could because there was no telling when or if I ever would have anything near as good again.

His hole was real tight, considering how he'd been fucked not all that long before, but I got it all loose and slippery. Really, though, it's not the hole I like the best, but those sweet buns wiggling and jiggling around my face. Finally, he just yelled, "Do it, Harlan, do it!" So I did.

I climbed up on him, and pushed the end of my dick right at his hole, and just kind of plunged it in. He took me all in one push, with kind of a gasp mixed with a giggle, and then I just fucked him and fucked him and fucked him some more. I couldn't much see the look on his face, but Billy did, I guess, because he said, "Jesus, Harlan, you really got to do that to me real soon."

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