Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 11:31:51 +0000
From: Lamort DeLioncourt <lamortdelioncourt1954@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bobby and I Chapter 11

Bobby and I
Chapter 11

We sat on the settee looking out the window as we pulled away from Union
Station. The man in the bathroom had left us with a pleasant memory of
Chicago, one we would remember for the rest of our lives.

About 30 minutes after we left Chicago, Jake knocked on our door and let
himself in. He asked if we had a good time at the station and we both
nodded yes. He asked if we had any other clothes with us, and we both shook
our heads no. He asked what size we wore, and we told him boys medium. He
asked our shoe size, and we both replied an eight. Lastly, he asked if we
had any table manners. We looked surprised at him and told him of course we
do.

He came closer to us, and sniffed the air. He asked us when we had bathed
last, and Bobby told him a couple of days ago. He told us to get out of our
dirty clothes, and get ourselves showered. We stripped immediately, and
picked up our clothes to put them in the closet. Jake told us not to; that
he would have our clothing laundered and would bring it back to us. As he
took the clothes from us, we were standing facing him. He didn't say
anything; he just smiled as he looked at us. I looked at his crotch, and
saw the beginning of a stiffy. He finally commented that if we were going
to let men suck us in public bathrooms, we needed to wash our cocks in the
sinks when they finished sucking us. He said having your dick sucked, left
behind a distinctive odor. He laughed and told us that since the shower
would only hold one person at a time, so we would have to shower
individually, and we needed to get to it. I told Bobby to go first. Jake
took our clothes and headed out the cabin door.

I sat naked on the settee looking out the window. My curiosity got the best
of me and I bent over to get as close to my dick as I could. Sure enough,
there was a stale cum and saliva smell. I wondered how Jake knew about the
smell. When Bobby got out of the shower, I told him to sniff my dick and he
looked at me like I was crazy. When he finally did, he realised that Jake
was telling the truth about the smell.

Bobby left the water in the shower running for me. I got in and rinsed
down. There was shampoo and soap in the shower stall. I washed my hair
twice and the rest of me once, except for my dick and nutsack, which I
washed twice. I wanted to make sure the smell was gone.

We dried off as much as possible before going back into the bedroom
area. We didn't want to make a big mess and have Jake get mad at us. We sat
down on the settee to finish drying off. We toweled each other's hair, and
dried each other's chests. The remainder of our skin was dry already, so I
bent over Bobby's lap and told him I was checking for that nasty smell. He
spread his legs so I could get a better smell, and I swooped down and
sucked his cock into my mouth. He looked down and said, "I guess it doesn't
smell down there." I shook my head no.

His cock was just starting to plump up when Jake knocked at the door and
let himself in. I didn't bother trying to hide the fact that I was giving
Bobby a blowjob.

Jake told me I didn't have time for that, that dinner was in 30 minutes and
we needed to get dressed. He dropped two sets of clothing on the coffee
table, and told us he would be back in 20 minutes for us.

We moved over to the table to get the clothes, and started to dress. Jake
had gotten us underwear, socks, dress slacks, shirts, ties, and
blazers. Underneath everything else was a pair of shoes for each of us. We
got the underwear on, it was a little tight but we managed. Black socks
were next, followed by white shirts. Dress pants went on next, and we tried
to tie each other's ties, but to no avail. We got the shoes on, which like
the underwear were a little tight. About this time, Jake returned, knocked,
and let himself in. He quickly got our ties tied, and told us to put on our
best manners.

He explained that since all first class cabins came with first class dining
car privileges, and he had put us in a first class cabin, we also had a
reserved table in the first class dining car, and that's where we were
having dinner. In an effort to explain our presence, Jake said he had told
one of the women passengers that our parents died in a car accident in New
York, and we were on our way to live with our aunt and uncle in San
Francisco.

When Bobby heard the part about dead parents, he choked up and a couple of
tears escaped his eyes. I held him, and reassured him everything would be
all right. Jake took in the scene, and looked very bewildered. I explained
that when Bobby's Dad threw him out he told him, "I no longer have a son
named Bobby, and you no longer have a Dad named Frank."

Jake said he was sorry, but since the story was out, and the woman had
repeated it to everyone she encountered on the train, so we were going to
have to stick to it.

We went to dinner, and everything was excellent. We saw a family with three
boys about our age having dinner, and I couldn't help but notice that the
clothes we were wearing looked a lot like their clothes.

After dinner, we went to the observation car and sat in the luxurious
overstuffed chairs while watching the lights go by. Mrs. Van Hutton, the
woman Jake told the story to, and her three boys came by to offer their
condolences. We thanked her, and they went on their way. All of her boys
were good looking.

Jake finally came and got us, taking us back to the cabin. On the way back,
I was thinking about what we were going to have to do, to pay for the royal
treatment we were receiving. I was hoping that Jake wouldn't be like
Cavendish, and enjoy hurting us.

Back in the cabin, Jake told us to hang up the dress clothes in the closet
for tomorrow. I asked where he got them, and he said he had a friend in the
baggage car. Apparently, the Van Hutton's were traveling with a lot of
luggage and his friend had temporarily "borrowed" some clothing so we could
eat dinner in the dining car. Well no wonder our clothes looked alike, we
were wearing their clothes. We stripped off the dress clothes and hung them
in the closet.

Once naked, we turned to face Jake, and he stared at our boy parts. His
cock hardened in his uniform pants. It looked to be an average sized cock,
judging from the bugle. He told us he had to get his passengers settled in
for the night and then he would be back.

We found a couple of lap robes in the closet, and pulled them out to cover
ourselves while waiting for Jake to return. We sat on the settee, and Bobby
started groping and fondling me. He started kissing me, and rubbing my
nipples, causing my body to shudder with pleasure. I returned the attention
in kind, and we were both soon fully erect. Our cocks were lifting up the
lap robes. Bobby started pushing my head down to his dick, indicating that
he wanted me to suck him. I let him push me down, and once there I licked
and sucked his nutsack, before starting the journey to the tip of his
dick. I sucked, licked, and nibbled his shaft as I worked my way up
it. From the sounds he was making, I knew Bobby was enjoying my
efforts. When I got to the head, I took it in my mouth and gave it a couple
of quick sucks. Then I pulled off him.

Before he could say anything, I said to him, "No cumming now, what if Jake
decides he wants to blow both of us? If I suck you now, you won't be able
to shoot later. I don't want him getting mad at us." Bobby agreed, and his
cock was left tightly stretched and throbbing, completely unsatisfied.

I asked him how his boyhole was doing, and he said it was doing fine. I had
him bend over, and I checked. There was no swelling or redness. The tear
appeared to have completely healed. I asked him if he thought we should
start stretching each other, in case Jake wanted to fuck us. He said, "I
think we better."

I went to the closet and got the backpack out. I grabbed the lube from
it. Bobby looked surprised. I told him Cavendish had left it on the sink
after raping us, so I picked it up and hid it at the bottom of the
backpack. He said, "Stretch me as far as you can, Barry. I don't ever want
a man to tear me up like that again."

I went back over to Bobby and had him kneel up on the settee. I lubed my
finger, and placed it on his boyhole. He recoiled, as if in pain. I asked
if he was, and he said no, just the surprise of cold lube on his hot hole
made him jump. I slowly pushed my finger in, until I hit his prostate. I
massaged it hoping to provide some pleasure with the stretching. I worked
my finger around until I felt him loosen up a little. I continued
stretching him until I had three fingers all the way in him. He said it
felt good, that he wasn't in pain. When I pulled my fingers out the last
time, he told me to put my dick in him. I asked him if he was sure, and he
said it would be better to find out if it hurt using my smaller dick, than
to wait and have Jake stuff him, and hurt him. I got up behind him, and put
my dick to his boyhole. I very slowly pushed, and his sphincter relaxed. I
was able to go fully in with one slow thrust. He said it didn't hurt. He
told me to fuck him, but I told him no, we should do nothing until Jake
came back and we found out what he wanted us to do. I pulled my hard dick
from his nice warm hole, and cleaned the lube off it.

I changed places with Bobby, and we repeated the whole scene again, this
time with Bobby stretching me. When we were done, I felt we were as ready
as we could be for whatever Jake wanted.

When Jake returned, he brought us our regular clothes, which he had
laundered, and two pair of flannel pajamas. Bobby and I were sitting on the
settee, covered with the lap robes.

He came over to the settee, and asked if he could join us. We told him of
course and separated so he could sit between us. He leaned back and rested
his head against the back of the settee. He stretched his legs out and let
out a deep sigh. I think he was tired. His job seemed to keep him very
busy. I didn't feel any fear or apprehension with Jake. He didn't seem to
be the type who would hurt us. I decided to start some foreplay and see how
things went.

I slid down off the settee, and left my lap robe on the cushion. I kneeled
down over Jake's feet, and untied his shoes. He didn't resist, so I pulled
his socks off too. With his feet naked, I gave him my best imitation of a
foot massage. He had nice feet. I decided things were going well, so I
unbuckled his uniform pants and asked him to lift up so I could pull them
off along with his underwear. His cock was limp, lolling across his
thigh. Bobby took my cue, and unbuttoned his shirt, had him lean forward
and took it off him. We were all naked now. I got up and put his uniform on
a hanger and put it in the closet.

I asked Jake what he wanted us to do to him. I told him we were pretty good
cock suckers, gave great hand jobs, and had the tightest asses he'd ever
felt. I told him we had already stretched and lubed our asses, and I would
be happy to let him fuck me right now. Bobby said he would let him fuck him
too. Jake said it all sounded great, but he needed a shower first.

He got up and headed for the bathroom. We heard the water running, and Jake
very quickly showered and got out. He came back towards us toweling his
hair. He sat down and we helped him finish drying off.

Jake said he wanted to talk to us before we went any farther with the
entertainment. He told us that Mr. Cavendish had told him all about what he
had done to us. He told us Cavendish was an animal. Then, he told us that
he would be very happy to touch and play with us when the time was right
and we felt safe with him, and in the meantime we should do whatever we
wanted to do.

He allowed his head to lean back, until it was against the settee. I
motioned to Bobby to move up and start kissing him. Instead of just leaning
over and kissing him, Bobby leaned down kissing and licking his
nipples. Then he moved up to his lips. Bobby wrapped his arms behind Jake's
head and leaned in to start the full out kissing. Jake responded
immediately, pulling Bobby to him. Jake took over control of the kissing,
and I saw his lips part and his tongue start pushing against Bobby's
lips. Bobby opened up, and Jake slid his tongue all the way in. The two of
them were really into it. The slurping sounds were passionate and exciting.

As the kissing continued, Jake's cock began to harden, and I took it in my
hand. I worked it until it was completely hard, standing upright and
proud. It was a nice cock, neatly cut, not too large, and ready for action.

I got the lap robes on the floor, and convinced Bobby and Jake to stop long
enough, to join me. Once on the floor, they returned to the previous
passionate tongue kissing and nipple licking. I had Jake's cock in my hand,
and thought about sucking him, but then I remembered that while Bobby was
stretching me, he had used quite a bit of lube on me. Since there was
plenty of lube in me, I thought this might be the ideal time to try taking
a normal sized cock up my ass. I wanted to find out if I would like doing
it. I thought that if I began the action by climbing on his pole, I might
be able to control how much cock went in me and how fast it went
in. Hopefully I could avoid any unnecessary pain.

Since Jake was on his back, I straddled his hips and lined his cock up with
my hole. I reached behind me, and grabbed it, guiding it to me. When the
head connected with my hole, I began to sit down on his cock. I stopped
every inch or two, expecting to have pain, but I never did. On the third
push down, I was sitting flat on Jake's lap, with my balls flat against his
pubes. His pubic hair felt like a little pillow under my balls. I started a
very slow and gentle lifting up and sliding down motion. I loved the feel
when I sat down, because the head of his cock pressed firmly against my
prostate.

When Jake finally broke the kiss with Bobby, he told him to kneel up on
either side of his neck, so he could get his cock in his mouth. Bobby did,
and Jake took all of him. A few minutes into the blowjob, Jake told Bobby
to face fuck him. Bobby said he wasn't sure how to do that, and Jake told
him to fuck his mouth the same way he would fuck an ass. Bobby began the
thrusting motions and soon his nuts were slapping against Jake's chin. As
Bobby increased his thrusting speed, I increased the pace of my up and down
motion. I watched Bobby grab Jake's head, and bury his dick balls deep. I
knew from the clenching of his ass cheeks, that cum was shooting from his
teen cock. The taste of cum sent Jake over the top, and I felt him
unloading in me. When the two of them finished, Bobby pulled out of Jake's
mouth, and I lifted myself off Jake's cock. Jake had quite a bit of cum on
his cock and nutsack. I leaned over and took him in my mouth to clean him
up. I expected a nasty taste and odor, considering where his cock had just
been, but instead found a rich muskiness, and sliminess from the lube. It
was quite erotic.

When I sat back upright, Jake had gotten up on his hands and knees,
indicating he wanted me to fuck him. I crawled up behind him and massaged
his ass cheeks. He must have found it pleasurable; he was grinding his hips
and pushing back against my hands. Bobby saw what was happening, and got
the lube. He greased Jake's ass, then reached over and greased my
cock. Bobby took me by the dick, and led me to Jake's ass. He rubbed the
head of my cock against Jake's manhole, and I started slowly pushing into
him. It felt nice, penetrating Jake. He was warm and slick and each inward
push caused his sphincter to squeeze my cock. I was in heaven. I started
slow thrusting, and he pushed back against me on every inward thrust.

Jake asked Bobby if he thought he could get his dick hard again, and Bobby
told him he thought so. Jake told him to get in front of him so he could
suck his dick, and Bobby obliged. Once Jake had him hard, he told Bobby to
lube up and put his cock in my ass. Jake wanted a three-way fuck. Bobby got
behind me, but was having difficulty hitting a moving target. Jake told me
to go balls deep into him and hold there. When I did, Bobby was able to
slip his cock into me. Jake explained that I was to do the thrusting, and
he and Bobby were just along for the ride. After a clumsy start, we finally
found a rhythm and were able to make it work. It wasn't long before I was
shooting my load, and with every shot, my ass clamped down on Bobby. This
caused him to drop his second load. It felt strange to be shooting my load
in Jake's ass while Bobby shot his in mine. I knew this would not be the
last time Bobby and I would do this. When Bobby pulled out of me and I
pulled out of Jake, we flipped Jake on his back and Bobby climbed over him,
lowering himself on the Jake's rigid rod. I asked Bobby if he was sure he
wanted to do this, and instead of answering, slid all the way down Jake's
dick. The smile on Bobby's face said he loved it. When Bobby pulled off, I
moved over and cleaned him up.

Bobby and Jake were getting comfortable on the lap robes, and asked me to
pull the duvets off the beds so we had something to use as a blanket. I got
them and lay down next to Bobby. We pulled the covers up and snuggled. Jake
told us we didn't have to have sex with him; but if we did it was to be by
our choice. He thanked us for a nice evening of fun. Bobby told him we had
enjoyed ourselves, and wanted to do it again.


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