Date: Sun, 3 Nov 2013 15:47:20 +0000
From: Lamort DeLioncourt <lamortdelioncourt1954@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bobby and I 12

Bobby and I
Chapter 12


It was still dark when Jake woke us up. He had to get everything ready for
his passengers to start their day. Some required extra towels, some extra
toiletries. His job was to make sure they didn't have to ask for anything.

He took the fastest shower I had ever seen. When he got out of the shower,
he was fully erect. I told him we would take care of that for him, but he
didn't have time. If he didn't start getting everything ready now, he would
be behind all morning. He dried off and dressed in record time. He told us
they started serving coffee at 7:00am, and breakfast would be at 8:00am. He
asked us to shower before we dressed, and took off out the door.

When I looked over at the clock, I saw that it was only 5:00am. We had
plenty of time to shower and dress. When Bobby came out of the shower, I
went in. The shower was refreshing.  It made me feel good. I scrubbed last
night's dried cum off my thighs and butt cheeks. When I stuck my soapy
finger into my boyhole to wash it, a small stream of cum ran out. I pushed
a little to help it drain out of me. When no more was leaking out, I used
my soapy finger again and washed myself out.

I got out of the shower and partially dried off. I walked out to the
sitting room and Bobby was on the settee slowly stroking his rigid cock. I
smiled and asked him, "You need help with that thing?" He nodded his head
yes. I moved over to him and sat down. I took his hand away from his cock
and wrapped my own around him. I asked him what kind of help he needed. He
said he thought his cock needed a hot ass, but he also needed a cock in his
mouth. I asked if a mutual suck would cover all his needs. He said he
thought so.

The lap robes and duvets were still on the floor, so I pulled him down on
to them. I asked which position he wanted, and he said, "Bottom." He told
me he wanted me to face fuck him while I sucked him. We got into position,
and began. Both of us were horny from the night before, and were soon at
the edge. I increased my fucking speed and the sucking speed I was using on
him. We both started grunting and moaning, and for the first time ever we
shot our loads at nearly the same time. Bobby shot first, filling my mouth
with his warm boy juice, which took me over the edge, and I buried myself
in his throat and unloaded. I lay on top of Bobby for so long, that he had
to push me up to get my cock out of his mouth so he could breathe. He swung
around to meet me face to face. Our kiss started out with exchanging warm
cum with each other. When the mood had passed, we got up on the settee.

I reminded Bobby that we needed to wash our dicks so we wouldn't have "the
smell" left on us. He laughed and hit the shower again. I went after him
and we both dried off and got dressed. The clock was indicating that we had
a half hour until coffee time.

We went to the dining car, and it was empty. I thought we were just early,
but the door opened at the opposite end of the car and a nice looking young
boy came out pushing a silverware cart to set the tables. He said good
morning, and told us, "Coffee is served in the observation car." We headed
in that direction.

When we got into the observation car, Jake greeted us. He escorted us to a
couple of lounge chairs that had a small table between them. He asked if we
wanted a copy of the New York Times, or the San Francisco Chronicle. We
told him neither. He was treating us just like any other first class
passengers. He asked if we preferred coffee or tea. We both said tea. He
asked if English breakfast tea was acceptable. We told him it was. He then
asked if we took our tea with lemon or cream, and we replied cream.

He turned towards to end of the car, and motioned for a boy with a silver
teacart to come over to us. Jake set our table for us, and poured the
tea. He set the cream and sugar towards the back of the table, and told the
boy to serve the pastries. The boy placed small bread plates along with a
linen napkin and a knife, fork, spoon, and a teaspoon. Once the table was
set, he placed a small silver serving tray on the table that had
croissants, and assorted pastries on it. He asked if we needed anything
else now, and we told him we didn't. As he pushed his serving cart away,
Jake stopped him, grabbing two butter bells for us.

The boy came around and refilled our teacups. I asked his name, and he told
us Sam. I asked him how old he was and he told us he was 12 going on 13
years-old. He said his Dad was the chief porter for the Zephyr and was
having him work his vacation with him on the train. He was hoping to do
well, so he could keep the job for the summer season. He wanted to spend
the summer on the train, not at home with his Mom and sisters. He asked
about us, and we gave him the story about going to San Francisco to live
with our aunt and uncle.

He told us he would give us a real tour of the train. He said there was so
much to see, but most passengers never wanted to see it. He told us to meet
him in the observation car after lunch and he would take us on a tour.

After breakfast, Jake took us over to the game area of the observation
car. They had chess and checkers, as well as an assortment of boxed board
games for the passenger's children to use to pass the time. We decided to
play checkers, since our knowledge of chess was nearly non-existent.

We spent the morning playing, but mostly we talked. We talked about Bobby
and his Dad, which resulted in some tears. He was upset that he wouldn't be
able to see his brothers ever again.  I suggested to him that if he went
home, and acted like the good son, he could convince his Dad that he really
didn't have serious feelings for me, that it was just a young boy
infatuation. Knowing how reasonable his Dad was, I told him I was sure that
his Dad would take him back, and he could go back to living a normal life,
with his family. Bobby sat quietly with his head down, crying, while I
talked to him. I told him that when we got to Emeryville, he needed to call
his parents and tell them he made a terrible mistake and wanted to come
home.  I told him I was sure his parents would arrange for the trip home
for him. I wasn't sure if there was anything else I should say to him, so
we sat through a long uncomfortable silence.

When Bobby finally raised his head to look at me, I gave him my best forced
smile, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. In my quietest voice, I
whispered, "No matter what decision you make, I will always love you." He
began crying again, and I held him tightly to me.

At that moment in time, Mrs. Van Hutton chose to bring her boys to the
gaming area. When she saw Bobby in tears, she immediately sent them to join
their father. She came over, sat down on the nearby sofa, and put her arms
out to Bobby. I nudged him toward her, and he went to her outstretched
arms. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him tightly to her ample
bosom. She stroked his hair, and whispered that everything would be
fine. This made him sob, and she just continued to hold him. When he
settled down, she got a linen handkerchief from her bag and gave it to
him. He wiped his eyes, and thanked her for her kindness.

She told him she understood how difficult it was to lose a loved one. She
asked him what was upsetting him the most, and he told her not knowing what
was going to happen now. As she stood to leave, she looked at us and said,
"For now, just take each day as it comes, don`t worry about tomorrow. Let
other's do that for you." She gave us both a kiss on the head, and slowly
walked away.

We went back to our cabin, and collapsed on the settee. This had been an
emotional outburst I hadn't seen coming. Bobby was a wreck, and I was just
barely holding it together. We sat without talking, just looking out the
window as the landscape sped by. I knew that Bobby loved me, but I also
knew that he needed his family. It was different for me; I had never really
loved or been loved by my family.

When Jake came back to the cabin to get us for lunch, he saw that Bobby was
a mess. He asked what was happening, and I told him the condensed version
of the story. He told Bobby to get into the shower, that it would make him
feel better, and then get dressed for lunch. Jake had to leave to check
that the dining car was set correctly, and told us he would see us
there. Bobby moved to the shower in slow motion. When he came out, his
affect seemed brighter, the shower obviously helped. I helped him dress,
and we made our way to the dining car.

Sam greeted us as we entered the dining car, and showed us to our table. He
asked if he could get us anything, and we both told him water. He left and
returned immediately with an iced water pitcher that had sliced lemons
floating in it. He poured our water for us and then hurried off to greet
the passengers just coming in the door.

Jake came over to our table, and asked Bobby how he was doing. Bobby told
him he was all right. Jake then asked him if he had made a decision, and
Bobby shook his head no. Bobby started to explain, but he started to tear
up and Jake told him we would talk about it in the cabin later, we weren't
going to make a scene in the dining car. Bobby got himself together.

Jake brought us our lunch, choosing for us from the menu. He brought us
cheeseburgers, fries, and ice tea. We ate about half the meal, and pushed
the plates away. When Sam came by to clear the table, he reminded us about
meeting him in the observation car. We assured him we hadn't forgotten.

We met up with him, and he provided us with an unforgettable tour of the
train. The end of the tour was in the baggage car. There was quite a bit of
luggage, but the sliding door was unblocked. Sam asked us if we wanted to
do something crazy, and we said yes. He opened the sliding door about two
feet, stood on the edge, and unzipped his pants. He indicated for us to
join him in a piss out the door. He said it was a big no-no, but they did
it anyway. We got to the edge, and unzipped. We pulled our dicks out and
cut loose. Pee was flying down the side of the baggage car because of the
way the wind was blowing. Bobby looked over at Sam to say something, and
saw that Sam had a stiffy. The boy just couldn't pee. He finally gave up,
tucked, and zipped back up. We also tucked and zipped, before backing away
from the door so Sam could close it.

With the door secure, Sam turned to us and complained that he was tired of
his wiener getting like that. He said that sometimes it stayed that way so
long it started to hurt.

Bobby looked at him, and asked, "Do you know about jacking off?" Sam said
he didn't know what that was. Bobby then asked if his brothers had told him
about it. He pointed out that he had four sisters, and no brothers. I asked
him if he had heard boys talk about it at school, and he said he did, but
didn't understand what they were talking about, just that it made them feel
good. I told him we could show him what it was, and how to feel good. He
was all for it, and accepted our invitation to come back to our cabin with
us.

When we got back to the cabin, I felt a little nervous. Sam was after all
the chief porter's son. Bobby asked Sam if he was ok with being naked with
other people, and Sam told him he had never been naked with anyone. Bobby
said that there was a first time for everything, and teaching him to jack
off meant he had to take his clothes off. He told Sam to strip. Sam looked
surprised, but when he saw Bobby stripping, he must have decided it was all
right. Sam turned around to face the wall while he took his clothes off,
and once done, turned back to face us with his hands over his dick. Bobby
and I were naked, and both had hard-ons. This seemed to put Sam more at
ease. I told him he didn't need to cover his dick, that we were going to
see it soon enough. He dropped his hands, revealing a small two and a half
inch, circumcised, fully erect dick. He was just starting sprout a few
pubic hairs.

We all sat on the settee, and I told Sam to watch what Bobby was going to
do. Bobby gripped his cock, and began the usual up and down motion. He also
massaged his balls while stroking his cock. I told him to do what Bobby was
doing. He grabbed his dick, but looked scared to stroke it. I called him
over to me and replaced his hand with mine. I stroked him for a minute and
then put his own hand back. He was getting into the stroking now, and Bobby
was about to go over the edge. Bobby was moaning and grunting, while Sam
watched him intently. Bobby said he was going to cum, and promptly
did. When he shot, his boy cum splashed on his stomach and abdomen. Sam
stopped stroking, and just stared at Bobby. When Bobby finished shooting, I
told Sam to continue, and he asked me if he would have white stuff come out
of his dick. I told him I didn't know, but we would find out in a
minute. He went back to stroking, and when I told him to go faster he
did. He said he felt like he was going to pee, and stopped stroking. I told
him he wouldn't pee, to keep stroking for the real good feeling. He started
stroking again, and again said he was going to pee and stopped stroking. I
could see he was getting frustrated, so I had him come over to me. I put
his back to my chest, while he stood between my legs, and I took hold of
his dick. I started a rapid stroking, and in moments, he was hollering he
was going to pee. I told him to shut up and enjoy it.  It only took half a
dozen more strokes, and boy cum was shooting out the tip of his dick. His
breathing was ragged, and he slumped back against me. I let him stay like
that until his dick went soft in my hand.

When he recovered, I asked if he enjoyed himself, and he was speechless. He
nodded his head yes. A second later, he wanted to know when we could do it
again. I told him he needed a little time to recover before doing it again.

He turned around and saw my cock was still hard. He asked if he could do it
to me. I spread my legs and invited him to start. He was shy at first, but
after a few minutes, he was pounding my dick delightfully. I told him when
I was about to cum, and Bobby suggested he lean back. He didn't listen and
when I unloaded, the shots of cum hit him in the face. He managed to keep
stroking me while I unloaded. When I was done and softened, I took his
fingers in my hand and put them in my mouth sucking the hot cum from
them. Bobby scooped some cum from his face and ate it. I guess seeing us
eat cum made him feel that it was okay, because he scooped some cum that
was left on his face, and put it in his mouth. He commented that it didn't
bad taste, considering it came out the same opening pee did.

Before we could suggest any other games to play with him, he told us he had
to get ready to set the dining car. I sent him to the shower and he
returned quickly and dressed. He told us on his way out that he wanted to
do this again with us. I told him we knew games that felt even better, and
we could do with him, if he wanted to come back later. He said he wanted to
come back soon.


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