Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2002 06:26:31 -0700
From: Clone Buggs <cqsqfq@hotmail.com>
Subject: Across the Alley part 25

Across the Alley XXV


	We got a table as soon as we got into the dining car, because the train was
still sitting in the station, and the early rising passengers, were milling
around out on the platform.  The Porter brought us coffee and orange juice
and took our orders.  I was sipping my coffee, and watching the passengers
stretch their legs, when I caught the eye of the man that had been in the
car the night before when I left with Jim to go to his compartment.  He
smirked at me, and I saw him grope himself a bit before he walked on down
the platform toward the back of the train.
	I tucked into my steak and eggs, that had come with a steaming pile of hash
brown potatoes.  Sally grinned at me while I made a smiley face and stuffed
my mouth with meat and potatoes.  Steve had taken his seat next to Sally,
and I saw that he was taking a lot of opportunities to glance at her beside
him.  I got the feeling that he was falling for her in a big way.  I
wondered what being in love with Sally would mean to his new found method of
making money.  I was thinking of these things, when the man I'd seen on the
platform sat down at the table directly behind Sally and Steve.
	I watched the Porter bring him coffee and juice, and take his order.  As
the Porter moved away, he picked up his coffee cup, and blew across it while
he stared at me.  I stuffed a bite of meat into my mouth, and stared right
back at him.  He took a sip of his coffee, and set the cup back in its
saucer.  He was wearing a suit jacket, but hadn't put on a tie.  His face
was thin, with a day's growth of beard.  I wondered if he had a compartment
n the train.
	His food came, and he started eating, ignoring me.  I went back to my food,
and soon had my plate cleaned.  The Porter came by and poured ma another cup
of coffee, and took my dirty plates away.  Sally was dawdling over her
steak, and talking to Steve about what she wanted to do in California.  Her
plan sounded like she'd done a lot of thinking about it.  A heck of a lot
more than either Steve or I had done.  Listening to her I heard her begin to
include the two of us in her plans.
	We'd get an apartment, and some cheap furniture, and share the expenses of
living in Hollywood.  Sally was twenty, and she and Steve made a nice
couple.  He was nearly eighteen, and looked almost her age.  They thought
they could pass me off as his or her little brother, and that would make us
seem to be at least semi normal to the outside world.  We talked about
things for a while, and they finished their food, and got up to go back to
the seats where our stuff was located.  I stayed behind, to pay the bill.
That left me sitting alone, staring at the man across from me watching him
eat his breakfast.
	The Porter came by with a check, and I paid him and gave him a dollar tip.
I asked him if there were any compartments available in the sleeping car
that would sleep three, and he said he'd check with the Conductor, who was
in charge of that.  He poured me another cup of coffee, while he went
looking for the Conductor.  Sipping my coffee, and watching the scurrying
people on the platform, I heard the guy across from me clear his throat.  I
glanced at him, and he smiled at me and let his tongue slip through his lips
and he flicked it across his teeth.  The train whistle blew several blasts,
and the people on the platform started running for the train.
	In a moment, the dining car began to fill with people.  The Porter came
down the isle with the Conductor following closely behind him.  The Porter
pointed at me and continued on down the isle, helping women take seats as he
went.
	"You wanted a compartment?"  The Conductor pulled out a book he'd had in
his inside coat pocket.  His thick gold watch chain glittered across his
ample stomach, as he flipped through the pages of the booklet.
	"Where you goin' son?"
	"My Sister and her husband an me are goin'' to Los Angeles." He flipped
another page or two, and pulled a stub of a pencil from behind his ear, and
ran it down the page.
	"Got a three bed sleeper all the way to LA.  Seventy-five dollars from
Denver to LA.  You want it?"
	"Yes Sir.  I pulled out my billfold, and started counting out cash.  He
picked up the eighty dollars I'd laid on the table while I counted it, and
he counted it a second time, and pulled out a billfold attached to his belt
with another chain, and put the bills I'd given him into it.  He stuck the
closed wallet back into his pants, and never made an effort to give me my
five dollars in change.  I just learned another lesson, and made a not to
myself to always pay exactly what was quoted so if I felt like giving a tip
to somebody I could decide what size tip I'd give somebody.
	He mad a note in his notebook, then in another book, he wrote me out a
receipt for seventy-five dollars.  He slapped it down on the table, and told
me to check with him when I was ready to see the compartment and he'd give
me a key.  I told him I was ready now, and he said he'd be a little busy for
a few minutes getting the new passengers settled and checked for tickets,
but if I'd wait, he'd be back to set me up shortly.  He tipped his hat, and
started off down the isle toward the front of the train to the common cars.
	I glanced at the man across the table, and he was staring at me with a
puzzled look on his face.  He dabbed his mouth with his napkin, and motioned
for the Porter.  He paid his bill, and stood to leave.  He glanced at me,
and let his hand grope himself in passing, and grinned when he saw me
watching him do it.  He turned and walked down the isle following after the
Conductor toward the front of the train.  He paused to let a fat woman and
her fat husband squeeze past him in the isle, and glanced back at me once
more before leaving the car.  I got up immediately and followed him at a
distance.  I figured the Conductor could be found later.
	The man walked through two cars before he stopped and pulled a suit case
off the rack above the seats.  He laid it on a bench seat, and popped it
open.  He took a folded shirt, and a pair of socks and some boxer shorts.
He closed the case, and put it back up on the rack.  Picking his change of
clothes up he turned and saw me standing in the isle watching him.  His grin
was genuine this time, and he knew he'd connected with me.  He jerked his
head slightly motioning for me to follow him, and then headed for the other
end of the car.  I followed him after a moment.
	He stopped at the end of the car, but instead of going on into the next
car, he stepped down and disappeared while he watched me over his shoulder.
When I got to the stairs he'd used, I saw a sign on the panel with the word
"Gentlemen" stamped in metal.  I tripped down the stairs, and saw the door
of the restroom slightly ajar.  I pushed in through the door, and he was
standing in front of a mirror, combing his hair.  He looked at me, and told
me to lock the door.  I did, and turned back to him.
	"What do you charge?"
	"Depends."  I walked over to the toilet and pulled out my cock and started
pissing in the water.  He stopped what he was doing, and watched me pissing.
  He licked his lips when I looked at him.
	"If I suck you off?"  He slipped down on his knees in the narrow
compartment.  I finished pissing, and turned to him, my cock still hanging
out of my zipper.
	"Hell, you can do that for free."  He leaned over and sucked my six inch
cock into his hot mouth.  He had me hard in no time, and sucked me for
several minutes.  After a while, he got up and let my stiff dick slide out
of his mouth.  I could see he was hard in his pants, and groped him with
both my hands.  He moaned a little, and sat back down on the toilet.  He
pulled me to him again, and began sucking my cock with more conviction.  I
was getting into it, fucking his mouth a little.  He put his hands on my
butt, and started trying to make me fuck his face harder.  I started humping
him faster, and he moaned again as the head of my stiff cock forced its way
into his throat.  I was standing on my tip toes, fucking him hard, and felt
my nuts starting to draw up to unload.  I hissed a warning that I was
cumming, and he started shaking and sucking like a crazy men.  When my first
spurt of cum shot into his mouth, he moaned loudly and started swallowing
and sucking with his tongue wrapped around my cock and sliding up and down
my hardness.  I emptied my nuts into him, and pulled out of his face.  He
had a drop of my cum on his upper lip, and licked it off with his eyes
closed.
	"You liked that; didn't you?"  He nodded with his eyes still closed, and
moaned.  I leaned over and squeezed his hard cock, and he jumped a little.
	"I'll suck you off for twenty dollars."  His eyes popped open.
	"Really?"  I nodded.  He stood up and took his wallet out and handed me a
twenty.  I told him to drop his pants and boxers, and he did as I told him.
He stood there with his big uncut cock throbbing in front of my face, with
his giant balls hanging in their sack between his legs.  I turned him
around, and sat myself down on the stool, and reached for his balls.  I
hefted them and and he spread his legs for my hands to have complete access
to his big hangers.  I let them roll in my fingers, and examined them
closely.  They seemed to be the size of hen's eggs, and were the biggest set
of balls I'd ever seen to that point in my career as a hustler.  Of course I
didn't know what I was doing was called hustling at that point, but that
didn't make a difference to me.
	I stuck out my tongue and lapped at his hairy wrinkled nut sack.  He took a
deep breath, and I sucked one of his big heavy orbs into my mouth.  I rolled
it around, and he put his hands on my head, and rolled my mouth around on
his sack.  I sucked and played with the ball in my mouth with my tongue.  I
let it slip out, and immediately sucked the second one in.  He moaned a
little, and shivered.  I played with the second nut, and then let it slip
out of my mouth and let my tongue run up the underside of his cock.  It
throbbed under my tongue, and his wrinkled purse of skin at the top bubbled
with an ooze of clear precum.  He was shivering pretty regularly, and the
precum began to run down his shaft.  I captured the stream with my lips, and
pulled my head back and pulled his cock downward with my hand, letting the
long string of clear liquid glisten between us.  I rolled my eyes up to look
at him, and he was staring down at me holding his breath.  He had a look of
shear lust on his face.  I opened my mouth wide, and gathered up the string
of precum as I moved forward and engulfed his still covered cock head with
my mouth.
	Once I had it inside, he groaned with pleasure, and humped into me a
little.  I held his sliding skin in my fist, and the head of his cock
slipped out of his foreskin into my open mouth.  A sharp bitter taste
invaded my mouth.  I'd only remembered the taste from my first time with
Karl.  He'd told me it was called head cheese.  The flood of taste through
my senses, brought a flood of memories about Karl.  I gave myself over to
the emotions coursing through me and began to suck his cock with pleasure,
letting the curds of cock cheese slide down my throat. He soon was humping
my throat, and I let him take over the mouth fuck until he was going at me
like a man that hadn't had sex in ages.  It didn't take him long to start
basting his thick load down my throat.   He was groaning and moaning and
humping my face as he emptied his nuts into me.
	"Whew," he said, and pulled his drained cock out of my mouth and leaned
back against the wall, with his softening dick beginning to droop between
his legs.  His foreskin slipped back over his cock head, and a drop of
pearly white cum appeared in the pursed lips there.  I leaned over and
licked it off.  He put his hand on my head, and ran his fingers through my
lengthening burr head.
	"How was that?"  I looked up at him, and he smiled down at me.
	"If my wife sucked cock like that, I'd be a happy man."
	"You're married?"
	"Yeah.  But she don't put out much, and the few times I been able to talk
her inta a suck job, she gets all pissed off if she even gets a little taste
of precum.
	"You got kids?"
	"Yeah.  Two boys one's twelve, and the oldest id sixteen.  How old are
you?"
	"Same as your oldest."  His eyes bugged out.
	"Shit.  Don't tell nobody I been doin' stuff with you hey."
	"Nah.  I wouldn't mention it to nobody."  He seemed relieved.
	"That your Sister and her husband you're travelin' with?  I heard you tell
that Conductor she was."
	"Yeah.  We're goin'' to Hollywood.  Sis wants to get in the movies."
	"Hollywood eh?"
	"Yeah.  You ever been there?"
	"Well, I live there.   In fact, I work in the movies."
	"You an actor?"
	"No.  I work on the scripts they are planning on shooting.  I make sure the
stuff goin'' on all checks out.  It's called continuity.  You got a place to
stay when you get there?"
	"Not yet.  We figured we'd look oncet we get there."
	"You might look at my complex.  They have nice apartments and there's a
pool to swim in, and lemon and orange trees and even a couple of grapefruit
trees.  Rents aren't too bad, and they pay the utilities.  Maybe I could
recommend you to the landlady."
	"That would be nice.  If we was living in the same place, maybe we could
get together when you feel the need for a blow job."  He smiled at the idea.
	"That would be nice.  I feel like I'm sexed up all the time, and my wife
won't put out more'n twice a month anymore.  If you were livin' close by,
maybe it could be a regular thing.  I think I could use a suck job once a
day.  I hang around at work with all those pretty young women and men.  I
fantasize about fucking each and everyone of them all the time.  By the time
I get home every night, I have to lock myself in the toilet and jerk off a
load before I can be civil again."
	"So tell me how to get to your place and we'll check it out."
	"I'll do better than that.  I'll give you a ride in the car the studio is
sending for me.  I've been in New York on studio business, and they always
send a car when it's studio business."
	"That would be great.  By the way, I'm Davy."  I offered my hand.  He shook
it with a firm grip.
	"I'm Gilbert, but my friends call me Gil."
	"I'm glad I ran into you Gil."
	"Me too Davy.  What's your Sister and Brother-in-law's names?"
	"Sally and Steve.  That reminds me.  I've got to go find the Conductor to
get that key from him.  Sally and Steve don't know I got us a sleeper
compartment yet.  I'll come by and see you later."
	"That would be great Davy.  He was stepping out of his trousers and boxers
having kicked off his shoes.  He was going to take a sponge bath he said,
and change his under things so he didn't stink up the train.  I slipped out
the door, and heard him lock it behind me.
	I found the conductor walking back toward the dining car, and tugged on his
coat tail.  He guided me back into the sleeper car, through the diner where
people were still eating breakfast.  In the sleeper car, he opened the door
to a small office compartment, and lifted a key off a hook and then closed
and locked the door.  He led me to a compartment door, and unlocked it for
me.
	"Here you go son."  He handed me the key.  "The Porter will stop by and
turn the beds down if you want when you're ready to go to sleep."
	"Can we stay in here during the day?"
	"Sure.  You rented it.  If you need anything, just ask a Porter."
	"Yes Sir."  He turned and left me standing in the door.  The compartment
was the same one Jim had occupied until we got to Denver.  It was all
cleaned up, and looked like it had never been occupied.  I wondered what the
cleaning person had thought of the cum splattered sheets Jim and I had left
for him.
	I pulled the door closed and heard the lock drop into place with a click.
I headed back through the dining car still filled with diners.  I got to the
seats Steve and Sally occupied, and they were sitting side by side, reading
a movie magazine.  Steve had his hand on her leg, and his arm around her
shoulder.  She was leaning on him.  I looked at them for a moment, before
they noticed me standing there in the isle.  They both straightened up when
they saw me, and Steve took his arm off her shoulder, and put his hand on
her leg on his instead of hers.
	"You guys goin'' together or somethin'?"  I sat down on the bench opposite
them, and folded my legs under me like a yogi waiting for an answer.
	"Yeah," Steve said.  "We like each other.  What of it squirt?"
	"Don't call me squirt."  We glared at each other for a moment.  "You two
gonna get married?"  Sally blushed red as a beet, and glanced down at her
magazine.  Steve braved it out, and then looked down as well.
	"Thinkin' `bout it."  I let the information lay in the air in front of me
for a moment without reacting.  Steve finally looked up at me, his eyes had
a funny look in them.  "You kin live with us if you want."
	"I ain't worried about a place to live.  I already lined somethin' up in
Hollywood."
	"Bull."  Steve slipped back into his old self for a moment.
	"Really.  I queered around with a guy that told me he lives in a nice
complex in Hollywood, and he's gonna recommend me to his landlady."  Sally
looked up at the word Queered.  I looked at her hard, and she looked back
down at her magazine.
	"I don't believe it."  Steve crossed his arms over his chest, and glared at
me.
	"Suit yourself."  I looked out the window and saw the train was beginning
to climb into some hills.  Off to the south, I could see a big mountain that
had snow on its upper shoulders.  "Does Sally understand how we make money?"
  She looked up again, and started to color up.  Steve just nodded.
	"Are you gonna keep it up in Hollywood?"  He shrugged, and glanced at
Sally.
	"Sally don't want me to do it no more."  He looked out the window and let
out a low whistle.  "That must be Pike's Peak down there.  We all knew the
story of Zebulon Pike from school, and even Sally looked at the mountain
blue in the distance.  After the novelty of the massive peak wore off, I
leaned back against the backrest, and unlocked my legs and let them hang off
the edge of the seat.
	"Well, if that's the way it's gonna be, I got a present for you two."
	"What kind of present?"  Steve looked at me closely.
	"Get your stuff together and come with me."  They watched me for a moment,
and then Steve got up and pulled the two small suitcases off the rack above
the seats.  He handed one to me, and Sally gathered up her pillow and
blanket which were folded and stacked on the seat next to where I'd been
sitting.  I lead the way through the cars, and into the dining car.  The
tables of people had thinned out, and the Porters were busy cleaning up
after the breakfast rush.  I walked through the car, and into the sleeper
car.  I stopped in front of the compartment I'd rented and handed Steve the
key.
	"This is a sleeper compartment.  I rented it so we would have
beds to sleep in at night.  It sleeps three, and has its own little toilet.
Unlock it."  He stuck the key in the door and opened the compartment.  The
landscape was flashing past the full window, as the train climbed into the
Rockies.  Pines and long vistas were rolling by outside.  We all stepped
inside, and I slipped the case I was carrying under the long bench seat, and
Steve put his under there as well.
	We all sat down, the two of them with their backs to the window, and me in
the single seat against the wall next to the door.  I stood up and opened
the toilet to show them, and they both leaned over and looked into the
cramped space.  I sat back down, and they leaned back as well.
	"How do you like it?"
	"What did this cost?"  Steve asked.
	"What do you care.  It's my present to you two."
	"We have to save our money for when we get to California."
	"I know that, but I bet I can make what this cost back before we get
there.	If you was workin' too, we could make double."  He looked at me
almost disgusted.  Sally was looking at me with a funny look.
	"How much do you charge for doin' it with some man?"  She looked at me with
a serious look.
	"Depends on what he want's ta do with me.  If I suck him off I charge
twenty dollars now.  If he wants to fuck me, I'm chargin' fifty dollars for
that.  An' Last night, the guy I spent the night with, had so much fun he
give me a big tip, which is how I paid for this compartment and our
breakfast.  If we keep workin' we'll be all right."
	"Shut up," Steve hissed.  Sally..."
	"No," Sally said.  "He's right.  What do you think I could make doin' it
with men?"
	"Probably the same as me."
	"You ain't doin' it with no men."  Steve was getting hot.
	"Why not?  You been doin' it."
	"So what."  Steve had his arms folded over his chest again.
	"Steve," she said.  "I was making sixty cents an hour plus tip working as a
waitress, which is the only work I could find after I left home.  It took me
two years of doin' it and savin' every penny to get enough together to come
on this trip.  Davy's making more in a few minutes than I did in a week as a
waitress.  If we all did it for a while, maybe we could afford to live in a
better place than that dump of a room I've paid ten dollars a week for since
I got to Kansas City.
	Steve got up and handed her the key.  He opened the door to the isle, and
slammed the door as he left.  Sally and I sat there looking at each other.
I finally shrugged, and leaned back.
	"You think he'll get over it?"  She seemed worried about it.
	"Probably.  What I don't understand is why he's hooked up with you and
talkin' about gettin' married.  Me `n him have been queerin' around since
before we met.  I never figered he wasn't all queer."
	"Maybe it was me."
	"How could it be you?"
	"Well, we did it back in my room in Kansas City, when you went out for
something.  He told me he liked doin' it with me, and he hadn't ever thought
it would happen, because he thought he was queer.  But he did a fine job
with me, and we've been talkin' about staying with each other ever minute
we've had alone since then."
	"No shit?"  She grinned.  "That puss or yours must be mighty fine stuff."
She laughed out loud.  Just at that moment, the door lock rattled, and Steve
came back into the compartment.  He looked defeated.
	"Hi," I said.
	"Hi," he answered, and sat back down next to Sally.  She took his hand in
hers, and pulled him to her and kissed him on the mouth.
	"OK?" she asked.  He nodded.  We sat in silence for a long minute, then she
leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He looked at her and then at me.
	"OK."  I reached across, and slapped him on the knee.
	"Well," Sally said.  "I haven't ever sucked on a dick.  In fact, until I
had sex with you Steve, I'd only done it once before with a guy I dated a
little back home, and he made me do it in my butt hole so I wouldn't get
pregnant.  You'll have to teach me how to do this stuff the right way."
	"You want to learn to suck cock?"  Steve looked at her.
	"That and everything else you can think of.  You two can do the men that
like boys, and I'll do the ones who don't.  That way we'll make more money
than we know what to do with."
	"Well," Steve muttered.  "If you promise not to fuck with your pussy and
only take it up the butt, I'll go along with it.  But your pussy is mine to
fuck is that clear?"
	"Clear enough.  When can we start the lessons?  I'm horny." I laughed and
clapped my hands together.  Steve found it funny as well, and laughed with
us.
	I got up and said I was going to find my friend from Hollywood, and would
leave them alone to practice all they wanted.  I showed them how to pull the
bed down from above, and also how to close the window shade for privacy.  As
I opened the door to leave, I saw the Conductor opening his little office.
I stepped out and closed the door behind me just as I saw Sally pounce on
Steve, and start pulling his shirt buttons open.

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