Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 02:02:16 +0100 From: Lamort DeLioncourt Subject: Bobby and I Chapter 9 Bobby and I Chapter 9 Once we sat on the sofa, the man asked us how we planned to pay for our tickets. Bobby wasted no time telling him we would let him suck our dicks for two tickets to the city. The man laughed, and said, "What if I don't want to suck your little dicks?" Bobby said, "Well, then I guess we will have to suck you." The man laughed again and asked us if we even knew how to suck a dick. Instead of answering, I grabbed his belt buckle, unlatched it, lowered his zipper, and pulled his pants to the floor. The tent in his briefs said he was interested. I pulled his pee stained briefs down to his knees, exposing his rather small dick. He was uncircumcised and smelled bad. I grabbed his meat, skinned it back hard, and swallowed it on one try. He was balls deep in my mouth. Next, I grabbed his ass cheeks and started pulling him deeper into my mouth. He finally got the idea, and started face fucking me. With each inward thrust, his nutsack slapped against my chin. I turned on the high speed sucking, and he started moaning. When his head tilted back, I knew cum was on the way. He let out a loud grunt, got his hands behind my head, and pulled me all the way on to his cock. With one more thrust, he buried himself in my throat, and I felt the surge as cum jetted down my throat. After the first four shots, I pulled back so he was shooting in my mouth. He filled my mouth, and I used it to bathe his cock. He immediately softened, and began to pull out. I applied more suction to make sure I left no cum on his cock. By the time he pulled it out, his cock was clean and limp. Bobby switched places with me and grabbed the cock, directing it to his mouth. When he took the head in, the man hollered that he was too sensitive for any more sucking. Bobby released him. When he recovered from the sucking, he pulled up his underwear and pants and buckled, and zipped. He told me I was a great cocksucker and would give me a special card to show other train personnel, to let them know that I bargained for my tickets. I thanked him. He told Bobby to get off the sofa so he could sit down. As soon as he sat down, he motioned Bobby over to him. He pulled Bobby's pants and briefs down, and checked out his boy parts. He played around with Bobby's dick and balls, and Bobby popped a boner. The man stroked him a little, and then motioned to me to join them. I was concerned about how I looked down there because of all the surgeries. I thought now was as good a time as ever to learn how to handle this situation. I got in front of him, and he instantly pulled my pants and briefs down. Like with Bobby, he checked out my boy parts and then decided to play with my dick and balls. He started stroking my dick, and I hardened. With a full on boner, he could see my nutsack and the scars. He handled my sack, feeling around trying to figure out what was what. He finally asked why I only had one nut. I told him my Dad busted my nuts, and I had to have one cut off. He kept feeling the empty side of the sack, and I could see the hard-on in his pants. He was getting hotter by the minute, by handling my empty sack. I got Bobby's attention, and pointed to the man's lap. Bobby saw the boner and nodded. He dropped to his knees, and began to undo the man's pants again. Soon a stiff dick was sticking out of his pants. Bobby swallowed it, and began sucking. The man started to stroke my dick in time with Bobby's sucking of his dick. As the sucking and stroking got faster, the man started to squeeze my only ball, and it started to hurt. I knew we had to finish what we were doing to get our tickets. I gave Bobby a nudge, encouraging him to make the man shoot. He did his best, and he had the man shooting cum in less than a minute. When he started to shoot, he released my ball and dick, and I backed away from him. I pulled up my briefs and pants. Bobby finished with him, including cleaning him up. The man looked at us and said, "You know, I would have loved to suck your little dicks, but you're both cut and I don't like cut cock." I asked him what a cut cock was, and he told us it was a cock without a foreskin, a circumcised cock. He told us he liked to chew and nibble on a nice long foreskin. He also liked to slide his tongue into it and circle the head. We both told him we were sorry. He told us it was ok, because he had gotten to play with a kid who only had one ball. The thought of it made him horny again; I saw his boner stretching out the fabric of his pants. Before anyone could do anything, the train pulled in to the station and it was time for us to go. We thanked him for the tickets, and he told us to look him up next time we came to Montauk. We told him that we would. We got on the train for Penn Station, and when the conductor came around checking tickets, he reminded us we had to change trains in Jamaica. We got ourselves a seat under a heater vent. The night had gotten cold. We snuggled up, and the conductor brought us a blanket. We covered up and were soon asleep. It was a two and a half hour trip to Jamaica Station, and we slept most of the way. The conductor woke us up about 10 minutes from the station. We changed trains and in 20 minutes, we were in Penn Station. We took a minute to get our bearings, and found out the train we needed was on the third basement level. We got down to it, and only two ticket vendors were open. We chose the booth with the white haired older man. We went over by his booth and sat down on the bench in front of his window. I kept looking around as if I was confused, and he soon came out of his booth. He asked us what we were doing here this time of night. We used the sick relative story again, but this time the relative was in San Francisco. He asked how we intended to pay for our tickets, and I told him we hoped to work for the tickets. He asked what it was we thought we could do to earn the tickets. I pulled out the card from the man in Montauk, and handed it to him. He looked it over, and got a big grin on his face. He told us he thought he could arrange something, to give him a few minutes. He went back into his booth and picked up the telephone. After several telephone calls, he came back out. "I think I have it arranged for you boys, but you're gonna have to work a bunch to pay for the tickets." he said. It turned out that each ticket was over $100 dollars. He also told us we needed to work for food, because the trip would take three days. He told us he would give us a list of "friends" that we could find on each leg of the trip and they would be happy to help us on our journey. It sounded great, but deep down I knew that this was all about the sex, nothing more, and nothing less. In the end, our mouths, dicks, and asses would get us to San Francisco. Mr. Barnes put all of the information into a voucher wallet with our tickets, and told us to follow him to the employees lounge. We still had two hours before the train left, so I figured it was time to pay for the tickets. He took us into the men's lounge; we were the only ones in it. It had a couple of faux leather sofas, and a large table with chairs. He sat down on one of the sofas, and got comfortable. He motioned for me to come over to him, which I did. I stood in front of him, waiting for him to tell me what his pleasure would be. He spoke softly, and told me to remove my pants and underwear. I did so. He took my dick in his hand and rubbed his fingers over the head. I hadn't become accustomed to direct stimulation on the head, and I found it slightly painful now that I was missing my foreskin. My dick began to harden regardless of the pain. It quickly became fully erect. Mr. Barnes continued to stroke it, soon I was pumping out precum, and he was smearing it all over the head. With my dick standing up, Mr. Barnes was able to see my nutsack. He reached out for it and took it in his hand. He gently massaged my one ball and my sack. I felt him touching the scars, and he asked how I lost my nut. I told him I had been ball busted. He turned me around and massaged my butt cheeks, gently pulling them apart so he could see my boyhole. He got up from the sofa and told me to go and lay over the arm of it. At that moment, I knew the tickets were going to cost me a butt fuck. I lay over the sofa arm, and he moved up behind me. I felt his finger trail down my cleft and stop at my boyhole. He spit into his hand and greased his meat. I was thinking about how painful this dry fuck was going to be. I felt him release his pants, and push them down. He stepped up so his cock was pushing against my boyhole, and with one push, he was balls deep in me. I realised that there had been no pain, and the only thing I could think of was that he must have an extremely small dick. His inward thrusting motions didn't even hit my prostate. While he fucked me, he called Bobby over and told him to get naked. He had Bobby stand over me, so that he could suck Bobby while he fucked me. He lasted a long time, before pulling me to him and burying himself in me. I felt his hot cum shooting into me. He shot about eight shots. He left his cock in me, while I squeezed it, and returned to sucking Bobby with all his skill. It was only a couple of minutes before Bobby unloaded in his mouth. Mr. Barnes swallowed all of Bobby's boy juice before pulling off his dick. He told us to get our clothes on, that we only had a few minutes left before our train would be pulling into the station. We dressed quickly, and he took us out to the platform to wait on the train. It was less than a minute when the train pulled in and stopped. The conductor got off, and helped the passengers to disembark the train. When everyone was off, the conductor indicated that the embarking passengers should climb aboard and find their seats. Mr. Barnes introduced us to Mr. Cavendish. He checked his clipboard, and told us he had an empty room in the Pullman car, and that was where he was going to put us. He didn't want people seeing us running around the rest of the train. He escorted us to the Pullman car, and directed us to our room. The room was tiny. It had two single beds stacked one on top of the other. There was a commode, and a sink. When the beds were stowed, there was a small sofa to sit on. He told us to get comfortable and stay in the room until he came back. When we were alone, I asked Bobby if he had seen Mr. Barnes' cock. I told him I could hardly feel anything when he pushed it up my ass. He told me that he had seen it, and it was so small he wondered how the man was going to fuck me with it. I dropped my pants and sat on the commode, expecting to expel a large amount of gas, but there wasn't any. I sat for a few minutes waiting for his cum to drain out of me, but it didn't happen. I got up and pulled my pants up. I told Bobby I wasn't sure if he had fucked me or not. He laughed and said it didn't matter we got the tickets. We felt the train start to pull away from the station, and we both turned around on the sofa to look out the window as we left Penn Station behind. Once again I thought about never seeing Grandma again. However, it was exciting to realise that in three and a half hours we would be at Union Station in Washington, DC. Mr. Cavendish knocked and opened our door. He stuck his head in and told us he would be back in about 30 minutes. He needed to make sure his passengers were comfortable and they didn't need anything. He told us to be naked when he came back. As he went out the door, I laughed as I said to Bobby that it was time to pay for the room. I stripped out of my clothes, and hung them in the tiny closet. When I finished, Bobby did the same. We sat on the sofa, looking out the window. I kept popping boners from the vibration of the train wheels. Bobby noticed, and said, "You haven't shot your load yet." I nodded my head. He climbed up on his knees, and put his chest over the back of the sofa. He then looked at me and told me to fuck him. I got the soap from the sink and stretched his boyhole as much as I could. Then I soaped my cock up. I moved up behind him, and held my cock in my hand while I lined the head up with his boyhole. With everything in place, I put the head against his hole and began a slow push in. I expected him to whine and complain about the pain but he didn't. I was soon thrusting in and out of him, hitting his prostate with every inward thrust. Each time I connected with his prostate, he grunted and moaned. I asked why he wasn't having any pain, and he told me that after watching me, he decided to stretch and finger fuck himself every night for the last month. I increased my thrusting speed, and buried myself balls deep. I noticed that with only one nut, there was no slapping against Bobby's sack. I was disappointed. I maintained my pace, and soon felt the pulsing and expanding of my cock. As I told Bobby I was about to cum, I did. I shot half a dozen times, filling his boy ass with my juice. When I stopped thrusting, I began to soften and my cock slipped out of his ass. He made a run for the commode before cum started running out his ass, making a mess everywhere. It only took a minute for him to clean up, and we were once again sitting side by side just at Mr. Cavendish had directed. I told Bobby that I liked fucking him, and he responded with, "I wanted you to pop my cherry, just like I did yours. I think Mr. Cavendish wants to fuck us, so I wanted to make sure that you were the first to fuck me." We turned around and kneeled on the sofa, so we could look out the window as the landscape rolled by. It was well past breakfast, and we were both hungry. We were trying to decide what we would have to do to get some food for breakfast. While we discussed breakfast, Mr. Cavendish returned. He knocked and opened the door. He was carrying a service tray, which he placed on the coffee table. He had brought us bacon, eggs, pancakes, fresh fruit and milk. He told us to sit down and eat. He said, "I figured you might be hungry by now." We thanked him for breakfast as we ate. When we were nearly done, he started stripping off his clothes. He stacked his uniform on the table to keep it neat. When the pants and underwear slid down and off, a large sausage sized, cock was hanging between his legs. He was uncut, and hanging soft, he must have been eight inches. His nutsack was low hanging and his nuts looked big. We both stared at his cock, and he smiled and said, "Take a good look boys, because you're both going to do some work on this big boy." He moved the coffee table out of the way, and lowered the bottom bunk from the wall. It was just the right height to bend a couple of young boys over for a good fuck. I knew we were going to take it up the ass now, I was just hoping he didn't tear our asses up too much with that big sausage of his. This is an original work of homoerotic non-fiction. © 2013 Lamort DeLioncourt If you enjoy reading Nifty stories, please consider donating: https://donate.nifty.org/