Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2002 06:19:52 -0700
From: Clone Buggs <cqsqfq@hotmail.com>
Subject: Across the Alley part 24

Across the Alley XXIV

	On the train, we made ourselves as comfortable as possible, taking two
facing bench seats.  Sally had thought to bring a pillow and blanket, but
since Steve and I didn't have such luxuries, we had to make do with each
other's shoulders when we slept.  The first few hours of the trip were
boring, because it was pitch black outside the window, and nothing could be
seen of the landscape.
	Steve was tired and soon fell asleep on my shoulder.  For some reason, I
was wired, and excited.  The thought of Los Angeles, had a powerful effect
on me, and I just wanted to pace the narrow isles of the sleeping train cars
while I fantasized about what we'd find in California.  I eased Steve's head
down onto his arm on the bench seat, and slipped away down the isle.  I was
in the next to last car, when saw the very last passenger car on the train
was not darkened for sleepers, but instead was brightly lighted, and filled
with men, gathered around the tables of what turned out to be the dining
car.  I pushed through the door, and saw they were playing cards.
	Two porters were moving through the smoke, pouring drinks and taking money.
  I stood in the end of the car, and watched for a few minutes, then decided
to see if I could get a sandwich to eat and maybe a glass of milk.  I sat
down in an empty chair at a table with three other men who were playing a
card game I didn't recognize.   When the porter stepped up to the table,
with a bottle of liquor in his hands, the men all stopped what they were
doing, and watched as he poured the amber fluid into their empty glasses
without asking.  They each handed him a dollar, and when he'd tucked the
money into his jacket pocket, he looked down at me and asked if he could get
me something.
	"A baloney sandwich and a glass of milk please."  I smiled up at him.
	"Well, cook's gone ta bed, but I'se see wut I kin do for yo."  He smiled at
me his white teeth bright in his dark face.  He walked to the back of the
car, and disappeared through a door.
	"Where you goin' boy?"  It was one of the men playing cards.  He had a
soggy unlit stub of a cigar in the corner of his mouth.
	"Huh?" I hadn't realized the men had even noticed I was sitting at their
table.
	"I said where `bouts you headed on this here train?"
	"Los Angeles, sir."
	"Hummm. LA huh.  Goin' ta get in the movies?"
	"Maybe."
	"Your folks got work waitin' for em?"  I shook my head, not wanting to tell
him that my folks were still in Phoenix, and I was bumming around with my
two friends not much older than my sixteen years.
	"California's a tough place ta make it if you ain't got werk lined up."
	"We'll be all right."
	"Izat so?"
	"Did all right in Kansas City.  I expect to do all right in Los Angeles."
	"You?"
	"Well, yeah, me."  He was pissing me off.
	"Whut kin you do.  You cain't be more `n fifteen or sixteen year old."
	"I'm old enough to take care of myself."  The porter returned just then and
set a baloney sandwich on white bread with a dill pickle spear and a glass
of cold milk on the table in front of me.
	"Here yo is boy.  That'a be two dollah."
	"Here.  Pour me `nuther bourbon, and take out fer his sandwich."  The man
I'd been talking to, handed the porter a five dollar bill.  I smiled at the
man with the cigar stub.
	"Thank you mister."  I picked up the pickle spear and slipped it through my
lips and sucked on it, pushing it in and out of my mouth sucking the juice
out of it.  The man with the cigar stub watched me do it, and a slight grin
spread over his face.  He turned back to his card game, and raised the pot a
dollar.  I crunched the pickle, and he glanced at me briefly, and I felt his
leg move across the space beneath the table between mine.  I squeezed his
leg with mine, and laid my left hand on his thigh.
	His eyes glanced at me again, and he took a deep breath, letting the air
out of his lungs with a long sigh.  I picked up half the sandwich, and took
a bite, licking the a smear of mayonnaise off my lower lip.  He grinned a
little wider and took the stub out of his mouth and dropped it into the ash
tray at the other end of the table.  I leaned forward slightly, and let my
hand move up his leg to his crotch.  He was sporting a big hard-on, and I
knew I needed to finish my sandwich soon.  I squeezed his cock for him, and
felt him flex it under my hand.  I let him go, and went back to
concentrating on my food.
	He was grinning broadly, and I realized he was also winning the card hand.
The two other men threw down their cards in disgust, and my friend, pulled
the pot toward him across the white table cloth.  There must have been sixty
dollars on the table.
	"Goddamn Jim, you's the luckiest son-of-a-gun I ever played cards with."
The man in the corner chair next to my friend, leaned back and threw up his
hands.  "I quit.  I cain't afford to lose anymore."
	"Ain't no luck to it boys," My new friend Jim said.  "I cheat."  He laughed
out loud his eyes glittering.  The quiet man in the corner next to me,
frowned at him.
	"You son-of-a-bitch.  If I ever catch you cheatin' I'll cut yer nuts off."
	"Here, asshole.  There's a kid present.  Ain't no need fer talk like that.
`Sides, I was jokin' I ain't never had to cheat people `at play cards like
you two do.  Thank's gennimen for fattenin' my wallet."  The two men pushed
back from the table, the guy next to me, drained his glass, and smacked it
down on the table, and stalked out of the car followed by the other man.
	"Sore losers," Jim smirked.  He leaned over and spit on the floor next to
his chair.  He leaned back and picked up his glass and sipped while he
watched me eat the rest of my sandwich.  His eyes were all over me, and I
could tell he liked what he saw.  With my hand, I could feel he definitely
liked what he thought was going to happen.
	"You werkin' boy?"
	"What do you mean?"  I swallowed a gulp of milk, trying to finish it
quickly.
	"What you gonna charge me?"
	"Charge you for what?"  He reddened a little, and looked out the window, at
the dark landscape.  I looked at his reflection in the darkened window.  For
all his slobishness, he was a good looking  man in his late twenties or
early thirties.  His dark blond hair, was wavy on the sides of his head, and
down right curly on top.  His suit was wrinkled from travel, and probably
sleeping in it on the train.
	"Well, what are we gonna do?  Sit here and play footsy or are you gonna
come with me for some fun?  I'll give you what you ask, if it's reasonable."
	"What's reasonable?"  I looked at him innocently, enjoying playing with
him.  His cock was long since leading the way, and I knew I'd enjoy our
encounter however it turned out.
	"I'll give you fifty."  He said it as he glanced around the room.
	"What?  Fifty cents?"
	"Shit."  He looked back out the window.  I groped his stiff cock again, and
he looked back at me and I grinned at him.
	"Ok.  Fifty bucks."  A man across the isle at anther table turned his head
and looked me up and down.  I saw his eyes travel down my arm, and under the
table.  From his expression, I could see he had figured out what my hand was
doing under the skirt of the table cloth.  I looked directly at him,
memorizing his face.  I knew he would be a customer before long.  He
squirmed in his chair, and I saw his hand slip off the table and adjust his
cock in his pants.
	I pushed my chair back, and stood up.  I went to the door back toward the
darkened cars where Steve and Sally were sleeping.  Jim stood up, and
motioned to me with his head to follow him.  He went the other way, and I
followed him a few yards behind.  Glancing over my shoulder, I saw the other
man licking his lips as he followed my exit from the car.
	Jim, lead the way to a darkened car I didn't know was there.  It was a
private compartment car.  He stopped in front of a thin door, and looking
both ways to see if the coast was clear, he opened the door and slipped
inside.  He motioned to me with a crooked finger.  I slipped in behind him
and he closed and locked the door.  The tiny room was fitted with a long
bench seat under the window, and a small toilet in an even tinier room off
the the sitting area.
	Jim flopped down on the seat, and patted his leg.  I sat on his offered
thigh, and he started immediately groping and feeling of my body all over.
His hardness was insistent against my leg, and he was doing his best to rub
it against me.  I let my hand drop over it and started squeezing his dick.
	"Oh baby," he moaned.  Don't do that or I'll blow in my pants.  He kissed
me on the mouth, and I pulled away.  None of the men I'd ever been with had
ever wanted to kiss me.
	"Don't kiss."  I pushed his chest.
	"OK I'll stop, but I like to kiss anybody I'm gonna fuck."
	"Well if you're gonna fuck me, you gotta pay up first."  He pulled the
bills out of his jacket pocket where he'd stuffed them after winning.  He
didn't even count them as he stuffed them into my hands.  I didn't bother
counting them either, and stood up and stuffed them into both my front
pockets.  I dropped down to my knees, and reached for his zipper.  He pushed
my hand away, and told me to take my clothes off.  I stood up in the narrow
space, and he stood as well.  We both undressed, and he hung his suit on a
hook on the back of the door, and when he was naked, turned around and
lowered a bed, I hadn't realized was there.  He sat on the edge of the bed,
and I could see in the dim light from the open door of the toilet, his
massive hard-on rising between his legs reaching almost to his navel.  The
head glistened with precum, and I could see he still had his foreskin, which
was bunched up under the flair of his cock head.
	I dropped my underwear on the pile of my clothes, and stood naked with my
own hard-on sticking up about six inches.  He reached for my cock and pulled
me closer.  He leaned over and started to kiss m again.  I pushed him away,
and he apologized, saying he had forgotten I didn't like it.
	"You ever docked before?"
	"What's that?"
	"I'll show you."
	"Does it hurt?"
	"Not that I ever knew."  He pulled my cock down and then took his bigger
dick in his hand and pulled it down until both our cock heads were lips to
lips.  He smeared his wet precum all over my dick head, and then pushed the
folds of his foreskin up over his flair and then down over my cock shaft.
His skin went down almost the full length of my dick, and felt strange and
wonderful.  He gripped our two cocks in his big fist, and began sliding his
hand on our shafts using his skin and precum as lubrication while he jacked
us off at the same time.  It felt so good, I just leaned back and closed my
eyes and let him have his way.
	It wasn't long before I sensed his breathing begin to change.  I opened my
eyes, and saw he had let his head loll onto his shoulder, with his eyes
tightly closed,  His hand had kept up a slow steady pace, and his big cock
head must have been flooding the hollow under his foreskin, because the
sound of his sticky precum squishing along my shaft was hot.  I could feel
myself getting close.  My breathing started to change to sexual gasps.
	"You like that?"  He whispered in my ear.
	"Mmmmm." I moaned, totally given over to the sensations in my cock.  He
suddenly gripped his foreskin at the top around the base of my dick, and
hissed the good stuff was about to cum.  he shivered slightly, and his cock
began shooting inside the confines of his skin.  The feeling of his scalding
cum flooding around my dick, made my balls pull up tight, and my cum started
shooting against his cock head.  He moaned with pleasure, and his skin bag
ballooned around my shaft, filling with both our loads of cum.  We shivered
together as we came off of our mutual climaxes.
	"You eat cum?"  He looked into my eyes, and I nodded.    He carefully
pulled his foreskin off my shaft, leaving it slick with cum.  He bent over
and licked an sucked my still stiff cock clean of the cum.  He moaned a
little as he cleaned me up with his mouth and tongue.  Finished, he leaned
back on the bed, and offered me his cock, which he was still pinching closed
between his thumb and forefinger.  I licked up the shaft until I was right
under his fingers, and he pushed the head into my open mouth, pulling his
fingers out of the way.  The gush of released cum, filled my mouth with more
than I could hold.  I tried to swallow, but some dripped out of the corners
of my mouth.  I began sucking and using my tongue into his foreskin, licking
and sucking him clean.  The flavors of our two loads mixed.  My sweet cum,
juxtaposed against his saltier more acidic tobacco flavored, sent me into a
heady cum hungry frenzy of slurping and sucking.  He grabbed the sides of my
head with his hands, and pulled me off.
	"you keep that up kid, I'll blow another load.  Le's lay down here for a
while, and I'll be ready to go again pretty soon.  He laid down on the back
of the narrow bed, and I crawled in beside him.  He pulled a sheet and a
thin blanket over us, and pulled my head down on his big muscular arm, and
cuddled me into his body.  It felt good laying there against him, and the
next thing I knew, I was waking up, feeling his thick cock, stiff and
probing my ass crack.
	The light outside had increased, and dawn couldn't be far away.  He reached
over my hip, and took my limp dick in his big hand, and began to massage me.
  "You awake stud?"  I liked that he called me that, and lifted myself up on
my elbow and faced him.  I leaned over, and kissed him on the lips.  He
opened his mouth, and I felt his tongue slip into mine.  I got instantly
hard, having never been kissed with tongue before.
	"I'm ready for my fuck now if you are?"  We'll be in Denver soon, and
that's where I get off.  So if I'm gonna get off in your butt hole, we'd
better get busy."  He threw off the covers, and we squirmed around on the
narrow bed, until he had me under him, and had raised his body up with is
big cock pointing at my ass.  He leaned down and I felt his tongue lick
across my hole.  He began lapping my hole like a dog might, letting more and
more spit collect there.  He stopped and asked me if I'd been fucked before,
and seemed disappointed when I had to tell him I'd taken dozens of dicks in
my hole in the past few weeks.
	He positioned his cock head at my hole, and pushed into me slowly.  His
thickness felt good to me as it filled my cavity.  He bottomed out in my
butt, and laid on my back lightly, and the weight of his body on my back,
felt wonderful.  I raised my butt up, to give him a better angle, and he
began a slow stroke.  He was soon moaning and sighing about how wonderful it
felt to be fucking my tight little hole.  His strokes began to speed up a
little, and I felt the train wheels begin to slow their clacking  on the
joints of the tracks.  It felt like it was slowing down to stop.  I turned
my head to look out the window, and I saw we were coming into a town.  It
was early yet, and the only lights on in the houses were intermittent, and
dim.  People in this town were just beginning to stir.  He was grunting and
groaning quietly, in my ear, licking my ear, sticking his tongue into my
inner ear, sending shivers through my body.  I closed my eyes, and gave
myself up to the fuck he was giving me so expertly.
	The train shuddered, and continued to roll, but much more slowly.  Jim
ignored the train, and continued to fuck me slowly.  Someone knocked lightly
on the door and said the word Denver.  Jim fucked me as if he hadn't heard,
still sighing and moaning in my ear.
	I heard a bell clanging outside the train, and opened my eyes again.  We
were moving slowly along side another train.  It appeared to be moving
slowly as well, but in the opposite direction.  Must be the morning train
headed East, I thought, just as the first passenger car rolled past our
window.  A woman setting in the other car, glanced at us, and put her hand
to her mouth in shock.  Jim obviously was in some sort of lust, and didn't
react at all, except to keep fucking me.  The woman rolled out of my sight,
to be replaced with other shocked people in the opposite car.  Many of them
had gotten out of their seats on the opposite side of their train car to
stare at us fucking full length in out compartment.
	Car after car rolled past with the same effect.  Jim fucked away, and I
just watched the shocked faces in the other train, and enjoyed his thrusting
dick sliding in and out of my hole.  He reached some sort of plateau, and
began to hump me harder, jerking his hip suddenly forward and then pulling
slowly back.  Each thrust forward, caused me to grunt.  His big dick head
was dragging on my prostate , and I could feel I was getting ready to shoot
off.  I flexed my muscles, and tightened my sphincter around his shaft.  He
groaned, and whimpered in my ear, and I saw the people watching us were
fascinated with what they could see.  The women were shocked, hiding the
eyes of the occasional child, but most of the men watching us were looking
with interest, occasionally licking their lips.  I even saw one guy groping
himself while he watched intently as long as his moving train permitted.
	Jim began to cum, trying to be quiet, he humped my butt hard, gasping for
breath, and I shot off at the same time, gushing several shots onto the
sheet beneath my body.  Jim finally went rigid shoving his big cock all the
way into me and shivered and humped several times as he finished blowing
into my hole.  He laid himself over me for a few minutes, and I felt him
relax on my back.
	"That was fabulous, kid."  He whispered.  "Best fuck I've had in years.  If
my ol' lady would let me fuck her like that, we might still be together."
	"Well, we put on a good show."  I nodded at the train rolling a little
faster beside our now stopped train.  He glanced over, and grabbed the bed
clothes in a fist, and tried to cover us.
	"Jeasus,"  He slipped off the bed, dragging me with him trying to wrap the
bedclothes around us both.  He reached over and pulled down a blind over the
window.  That done, he dropped the bedclothes on the bed, and leaned over
giggling and kissed me on the mouth.  I pushed my tongue into his mouth this
time.  I decided I liked kissing this way, and would try it on other guys in
the future.
	He broke the kiss, and stepped into the toilet.  I heard him pissing into
the stool, and then run some water in the tiny sink.  He came out with a wet
towel.  "You want to piss or take a dump?"  I did feel like I had to shit,
and sat down on the stool and watched him use the wet towel to take a sponge
bath.  I emptied my bowels first of his load of cum, and then a respectable
crap.  I flushed it away, and then let him wet the towel in warm water, and
wash my body all over.  He paid careful attention to my flaccid cock, and my
hole.  He poked the towel up into me a little and reamed me around with the
rough towel material.
	We dressed, and just before he opened the door to let me out, he handed me
a card.  "You ever get into Denver again, and need a place to stay, gimme a
call.  I'd like to do this again if you're willing."
	"I'll keep it in my billfold.  You never know what'll happen.  Me and my
friend jumped a freight train to go to California a week ago from Phoenix,
but ended up in Kansas City."
	"Well, that was good luck for me.  Wasn't it?"
	"Lucky for me too.  I liked fucking around with you.  And I really liked
that docking thing you do, and I liked kissing with tongues."
	"That's called French kissing.  I like it too."  He leaned over and gave me
another French kiss.  It lasted for a long minute, then he broke it off, and
patted my butt with his left hand.  "Better run along now, so I can get
myself together to get off the train.  I mean it, you call me if you ever
get back to Denver."  He opened the door and peeked out.  There were several
people moving around in the isle, but none of them were paying attention to
anyone else.  I popped out of the compartment, and scurried off toward the
car where Sally and Steve were.
	"Where the hell have you been all night?"  Steve looked worried.  Sally was
still asleep.  I pulled the wads of money out of my pockets.  His eyes got
large, when we counted a hundred and thirty-two dollars.  "You fucked
thirteen guys and sucked off two?"  He whispered.
	"Juss one.  He took me to his sleeping compartment and gave me all this
money.  He showed me how to kiss like the French do, and did something with
his cock skin he called docking, which was really good, and then just before
we got into this station, he fucked me while another train load of people
watched us doin' it."
	"An' here I was worried to death all night wonderin' what happened to you."
  Sally stretched and yawned, and sat up rubbing her eyes.
	"Where are we?"  She yawned again.
	"Denver," I said.  She looked out of the window at the crowds of people
walking around the platform.
	"How long are we going to be here?  I'm hungry."
	"Doesn't matter.  They've got a car at the back that serves food."
	"Nah they don't," she said.
	"Yes they do.  I already had a baloney sandwich and a glass of milk."
	"Eeu.  For breakfast?"
	"No ya dummy.  Last night while you and Steve were sleepin'.  I got to
sleep in a bed in a private compartment last night, while you two had to put
up with this hard seat for a bed."
	"Yeah, well who did you have to fuck?"  She knew what we did for money, and
had gotten over her shock, for the companionship Steve and I offered.
	"Just a guy named Jim."  I pulled out his card, an showed them.  "He give
me this and a hundred and thirty two dollars to go to his compartment to
spend the night with him.  I slept good, and had a good time besides."
	"Well you little shit."  She was grinning at me.  "Since you're so flush,
you ken just treat us to breakfast in the dining car."
	"OK.  Let's go.  I'm hungry for some steak and eggs, if they don't put none
of that cream `o wheat stuff on it."  She laughed.
	"You just don't know what's good kid.  Grits are wonderful.

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