Date: Tue, 29 Oct 2013 12:02:13 +0000
From: Lamort DeLioncourt <lamortdelioncourt1954@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bobby and I Chapter 10

Bobby and I
Chapter 10

He sat down on the bunk, and motioned for Bobby to go over to him. When
Bobby was in front of him, he played with his dick and balls. He also
pumped Bobby's dick until it was hard. Once Bobby was hard, he turned him
around and massaged his butt cheeks. He spread them and ran his fingers up
and down the cleft. Each time his fingers slipped over Bobby's boyhole, he
flicked his finger, which made Bobby intake a sharp breath, and exhale with
a moan. I thought that Bobby was going to be first to be fucked, and I was
hoping that he could handle it.

Mr. Cavendish stood up from the bunk, and told Bobby to sit down. I was
confused about what was going to happen. He bent over Bobby's lap and
started to lick and suck all of his boy parts. While he was doing it, he
looked at me and slapped his own ass. When I didn't respond, he looked
right at me and said, "Get over here and fuck my ass while I eat your
friend." As an after thought, he told me the lube was in his pants pocket.

I got the lube and walked over to him, he was hungrily sucking Bobby. His
mouth was all over Bobby's groin. He was kissing and licking his thighs,
his navel, even his knees. From the moaning, it sounded like Bobby was
having a good time.

As I greased his ass, I thought to myself how lucky we were to avoid him
fucking us with his big meat. With his ass greased, I greased my dick and
moved in behind him. I did the slide my dick up and down his cleft thing,
and he gruffly said, "Get it in my ass now boy!" I leaned in to him, and
positioned the head at his manhole. Without a pause, I pushed it all the
way in with one thrust. He grunted and told me it was relatively good, even
if it was small. He started to seriously suck Bobby, and when he came up
for air, he told me, "Fuck me hard and fast right now." His mouth went back
to Bobby, and I began thrusting as hard and fast as I could. Bobby was soon
moaning non-stop, and when I saw his hands on the back of Mr. Cavendish's
head, I knew he was cumming. I was ready to cum too, and I increased my
speed until cum flooded out of me.

He stood up and let Bobby's dick slip from his mouth, as mine slipped out
of his ass. His cock was fully rigid, looking like it needed to dump a
load. He was at least 10inches now that he was hard. He told Bobby that his
boy juice was good, and told me I could fuck him again anytime. We accepted
the compliments with smiles.

He asked us if we enjoyed ourselves, and we both told him we did. He told
us that since we had cum, it was his turn now. He pointed to the bunk and
told us to both bend over it. The realisation of what was going to happen
sank in and I was scared.

We did as he told us, and he asked which one he should fucking first. I
hollered out, "Fuck me!", and spread my legs as far apart as they could
go. I was hoping that by going first, he wouldn't be able to get it up a
second time and Bobby's ass could avoid having the monster fuck him.

He lubed both our asses, and then his dick. He stepped up behind me, and
pushed his head against my boyhole. It started to penetrate me, but my
sphincter clamped down so hard that he couldn't get it in. He told me to
bear down as if I was taking a shit. I did it, and he was able to get the
head in me. I was sure he had stretched my boyhole as far as it could go
and that any farther and it would tear in half. Then the pain started. He
told me to bear down again, and he stuffed all the remainder of the
10inches into me. My asshole was on fire, I screamed with the pain. I
screamed several times, but the sounds the train was making covered
them. He remained motionless for a few moments, probably regaining control
so he wouldn't ejaculate prematurely, and then began the fucking
motion. Each pull out and thrust in caused me pain. I was crying while he
raped me, and he seemed to enjoy the fact that I was crying in pain. He
fucked me for a while longer, and then he pulled completely out without
cumming. Pulling his cock out of me turned out to be just as painful as
when he pushed it in. He moved over behind Bobby and told him to bear
down. Bobby did and Mr. Cavendish slid his entire meat into Bobby with one
thrust. I saw the color drain from Bobby's face, and he took a breath and
held it. A moment later, he let out a scream so loud that Mr. Cavendish
covered his mouth with his hand. He continued to scream, while
Mr. Cavendish's cock tore him up. I could see blood running out of Bobby,
dripping on his thighs, and streaking Mr. Cavendish's huge cock. The rape
continued until Mr. Cavendish started to grunt and slam even harder into
Bobby. Bobby was wailing in pain when I saw Mr. Cavendish's nuts pull up
and knew he was blowing his wad into Bobby. Bobby just kept screaming with
each stroke.

Mr. Cavendish pulled his still shooting cock out of Bobby, and shoved it up
my ass, causing the pain to return all at once. I got a load of his cum in
me too. When he pulled out of me, he walked over to the sink. He told us he
usually made the boys clean his cock for him, but since there was blood all
over it, he would wash in the sink. When he finished, he got his clothes
together and got dressed. He told us to clean up, that he didn't want any
blood or shit on the sheets. As he headed to the door, he told us he would
be back with lunch later. We must have looked scared, because he added, "At
lunch you just have to suck me."

I helped Bobby to the commode, and cleaned him up with toilet paper the
best I could. I found a small stack of washcloths under the sink. I told
Bobby to lay down on the bunk, on his side so I could get to his
boyhole. He did, and I gently spread his cheeks to check the damage to his
hole. I used the warm water soaked washcloth to finish cleaning him. He
told me the warm water felt good. I found one jagged tear on his boyhole;
it looked like it had caused all the bleeding. I sponged it off with the
washcloth and after rinsing it, used cool water to moisten it and put it
back on the tear. In an hour most of the swelling was gone, but Bobby said
his ass was very sore.

I left Bobby lying on the bunk, and went back to the sink to clean myself
up. I only had a few strings of blood on my butt and thighs, which cleaned
up easily. My hole was sore, but not as sore as Bobby's was.

I went over, climbed on the bunk with Bobby, and held him tightly to me. I
told him how sorry I was that he had to endure such a brutal rape. He
started to say something to me, but instead, burst out in tears. I rocked
him in my arms while he cried, and I cried with him.

We both fell asleep, and woke when Mr. Cavendish knocked and opened the
door. As promised, he brought lunch. He set everything up on the coffee
table and told us to eat. We weren't hungry, but we got up off the bunk and
sat on the sofa. Bobby had a hard time sitting, as any pressure on his butt
caused pain.  Mr. Cavendish laughed, and said, "I guess I popped both your
cherries real good boys. I never saw a boy bleed like this one did",
pointing to Bobby.  Before Bobby could say anything, I told him he was
right, Bobby and I had never taken a cock up the ass before. He said, "That
deserves a special compensation." He handed each of us $10 dollars. As we
ate, he told us not to worry about sucking him that his cock wasn't ready
for another round just yet, but it would be later.

We ate lunch, and when we finished I got another washcloth out to put on
Bobby's boyhole, hoping to relieve the pain. After about an hour, Bobby
said he was feeling less pain. I removed the washcloth, rinsed it and hung
it to dry on the towel bar.

Bobby and I got dressed after lunch, and we put toilet paper in his briefs
so they wouldn't get bloody, if he bled any more.

We sat at the window, looking out while we talked. Bobby said to me, "I
never expected to get raped when we started this trip." I told him I didn't
either. He asked what we could do about it, and I pointed out that we were
unwanted runaways, and no one cared what happened to us. His head drooped,
and a look of sadness came over his face.

I took his face in my hands, and pulled him to me. I gave him my most
loving kiss, and told him, "As long as we have each other, we aren't
alone." He smiled slightly as he looked into my eyes, and said, "Je
t'aime", (I love you) I responded with, "Je t'aime trop." (I love you
too).There was the sum total of our French language skills.

Mr. Cavendish returned later, and brought us dinner. It was a fried chicken
dinner, and we ate it without conversation. While we were eating, I noticed
the bulge in his pants. I was afraid, not for me, but for Bobby. Cavendish
seemed to like making Bobby bleed. I wasn't sure Bobby could handle another
rape. He took the dinner dishes and told us he would return after he
completed his evening duties.

Bobby heard those words, and the color drained from his face. He tried to
stand up, but his legs wouldn't hold him. I knew the fear he was feeling,
it was the same fear I felt that night on Grandma's stairs. I sat next to
him in an attempt to reassure him everything would be all right. He told me
he couldn't let Cavendish rape him again, he didn't think he would
survive. I told him I understood and had a plan.

I told him I would do all I could to convince Cavendish to fuck me. If he
still insisted on fucking Bobby, the moment he tried to mount him I would
kick him in the balls as hard as I could, and while he was down, we could
use the coffee table to knock him over the head. Once he was unconscious,
we would get our stuff and find somewhere to hide. Bobby thought it was a
great idea, but if we did that, how would we get tickets from Chicago to
San Francisco. I told him we would find a way. I told him I wasn`t about to
have either one of us be a rape victim again.

Cavendish returned, with the bulge still tenting obscenely in his pants. I
started stripping, and in a moment was out of my clothes. I walked over to
him, and rubbed the front of his pants with one hand while the other
unbuckled his belt. In a flash, his pants were around his ankles and I was
pulling his underwear down. His big cock popped out of his underwear, and
slapped my face. He thought it was funny and laughed. His foreskin, when he
was fully erect, hung over the head by a couple of inches. I dropped to my
knees, and pushed his foreskin all the way back. It bunched up at the base
of his cock. His foreskin smelled bad, and I didn't really want it in my
mouth, but I held it tightly back, and licked his shaft from bottom to
top. At the top, I took the head and a couple of inches into my mouth. I
started a gently sucking, and he started to moan. I figured that his cock
had been hard for a couple of hours, and maybe I could suck him fast enough
that he would shoot his load in my mouth, and not be able to get a second
hard-on to fuck us with.

I adjusted my breathing, and started to take as much of him in as I
could. As I worked him, I took a couple more inches with each breath. He
was moaning and grunting with each suck. I finally got about three quarters
of his cock in my mouth and throat, and was just getting ready to try for
the last few inches, when he grabbed my ears and forced the rest of his
cock down my throat. I started to gag, and that put him over the top. His
cock swelled, pulsed, and jerked, as hot cum shot out of him and down my
throat. I had to pull back to breathe, and he continued shooting in my
mouth. I was swallowing as fast as I could, and more cum kept coming. When
he finished, I cleaned his cock, and pulled his foreskin back up over the
head. I decided to try nibbling on it, and it was like chewing rubber. He
seemed to like it; I hated it. I then licked and sucked his balls for a few
minutes. His cock finally went limp, and he sat down on the sofa.

I was still afraid he might want to fuck Bobby, so I climbed up over him,
and lowered my ass to his limp cock. I started rubbing on it to try to get
it hard, but he pushed me away saying, "It's too sensitive, that hurts." I
wanted to grind my ass against his cock and give him some pain, but decided
not to. I climbed off him, and got dressed.

He told us to get our stuff together, that we would be in Chicago in about
an hour. He also told us that the man who enjoyed the company of boys on
the Chicago to Emeryville, California run was the first class porter. His
name was Mr. Martin, and he would see to it that we got to California
safely.

When we pulled into Chicago's Union Station, Mr. Cavendish helped the
passengers off the train, and then came and got us. He hustled us off the
train, trying to avoid having anyone see us. He took us to the opposite
side of the station, where the California Zephyr was preparing for
boarding.

Mr. Cavendish led us to the first class car, and had us step inside the
car. There, he introduced us to Mr. Martin, who looked to be about 30
years-old. He was tall and slender. He was quite good looking in his
uniform.

When Mr. Cavendish left us, Mr. Martin told us to call him Jake. He said he
was looking forward to getting to know us on the trip to California. He had
a small broom and dustpan in his hands, and he was going behind the
cleaning crew to make sure they had cleaned his car correctly, and that it
was spotless. We offered to help, and he asked us to check under the lounge
chairs for anything that didn't belong there. When we finished he asked us
to check all the cabins to make sure they were clean and they had fresh
towels, linens, and toiletry supplies. We reported that everything was fine
in the cabins.

Jake did one last walk through, before pronouncing the car ready for
boarding. He walked us towards the back of the car, and told us he had
three empty cabins this trip. He led us to the one nearest the back of the
car, unlocked it and showed us in. The cabin was large, with a double bed,
a settee, and coffee table. It also had two reclining lounge chairs. Off to
one side, was the private bath, which also had a small shower in it. He
told us to stow our gear in the closet, which we did.

He told us the train would be leaving in about 2 hours, and we were free to
explore Union Station if we wanted to. He reminded us to make sure we were
back by 3pm, as the train would leave promptly at 3:30pm.

We got off the train and started looking around the station. It was an old
building, but beautiful. We looked in the shops and watched the people as
they passed by. We bought sodas with our "popped cherry" money, and soon
needed the bathroom. We went in to pee, and stepped up to the urinal. A
nicely dressed business executive took notice of us, and quietly asked if
we would let him suck our dicks for $20 dollars. We told him sure, and
accompanied him to one of the toilet stalls. With the door locked, and us
standing in front of the toilet, he pulled both our pants down to mid
thigh, and proceeded to suck us. In less than 5 minutes, Bobby and I both
shot hot cum into his mouth. He got up off his knees, handed Bobby a twenty
dollar bill, and opened the door and left. We were both surprised, but
agreed if we could make twenty dollars that easily, we would do it again.

Time was getting short, so we pulled our pants up and raced back to the
train. We made it back with a few minutes to spare. We climbed into the
car, and went back to our cabin. As we shut the door, we heard Jake holler,
"All aboard" a couple of times, and the train slowly pulled away from the
station.

Bobby and I were overjoyed. We were finally beginning the last leg of our
journey to California.

This is an original work of homoerotic non-fiction. © 2013 Lamort DeLioncourt
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