Date: Mon, 22 Aug 2022 09:52:59 -0400
From: James Karvonen <jameskarvonen5@gmail.com>
Subject: Song of the Lonesome Steel Rails - 12.

POINT OF THE ROCKS, MD.
( August 1932 to September 1932)

12.

    Bobby woke up early the next morning and immediately noticed
something the didn't' seem right. The boxcar door was still open but they
weren't moving. He had anticipated that by the time he woke up he would
be in Washington D.C. But no, that wasn't the case. He wondered where he
actually was and what time it was? It was then that he heard the sound of
an approaching train. It was on an adjoining track next to the track that
the boxcar he was in was on. It sounded like the train was slowing down
about ready to make a stop. He slid out of his blanket roll. There was a
slight chill in the air but it really wasn't all that bad. He eased to
the open boxcar door, then careful that no one would see him peeked out.
And then it suddenly dawned on him. The reason why they weren't moving
was because the boxcar that he had been riding for almost twenty four
hours since leaving Communipaw N.J was in was in a siding. The train that
he had just heard grinding to a stop was a Baltimore & Ohio commuter
train heading south that had stopped at a station. He could see about ten
heavyweight steel passenger cars three tracks over from the siding that
the boxcar he was in was on. About five minutes later there was two toots
from the trains whistle and the commuter train started moving. Within
seconds in a cloud of thick coal smoke pouring from the locomotives stack
the train was gone.
    What had happened? Bobby wondered. He rolled up his blanket roll
debating with himself on what to do. Apparently when he had been
sleeping, the freight train he had been on had cut a string of cars off
onto the siding that the freight cars were now in. So he wasn't going to
be making it to Washington D.C. after all anytime soon. He was going to
have to hop onto another southbound freight sometimes today. He didn't'
like that idea at all. No telling when another southbound freight would
pass by. And the siding he was in was really close to the train station.
He could actually see it from the open door of the boxcar. It was a red
brick building where two of the Baltimore & Ohio's railroad lines crossed
each other. The line that he was on went North to South, the other line
appeared to go from east to west. It looked it was a very busy railroad
station. Even after the commuter train passed by, Bobby could see several
other commuters lining up on the station platform waiting for the next
commuter train to arrive.
    Bobby knew that he couldn't stay in the boxcar that he was in very
much longer. Sooner or later a railroad employee would show up and
possibly give him a hard time, or perhaps even call the railroad bulls on
him which could lead to the possibility of being sent back to Pine
Island. Knowing what he had to do, Bobby grabbed his knapsack, strapped
it onto his shoulders, then picked up his blanket roll. Time to leave, he
told himself. He needed to go to the railroad station to use the rest
room facilities and wash up and take care of his personal needs. But he
couldn't take his knapsack and blanket roll with him because that would
make him stand out like a sore thumb and someone would get suspicious of
him and might even report him to the police. He needed to at least know
where he was at. He decided that he would at least need to find a place
to hide his knapsack and blanket roll before going to the railroad
station. He still had that ten dollars that Walter at MQ tower back in
New York had given him. He could use that money to find a place to eat at
because he was really hungry and the food that he had in his knapsack was
just about gone.
    He climbed out of the boxcar and looked both ways down the two track
B & O railroad to make sure that no trains were coming. Quickly he
crossed the tracks then started walking down the tracks towards the
railroad station. He kept his eyes open for a place to hide his knapsack
and bedroll. It didn't take him long to find a place. It was an old
abandoned freight station that looked like it hadn't been used in years.
Besides the freight station as a railroad siding with grass growing
between the crossties and rusty rails. The door to the old freight
station was open. He climbed up the stairs to the door then entered. The
interior of the freight station was a mess so he really didn't have to
worry about anyone coming in to take his stuff. Taking off his knapsack
he sat it up against the wall, then laid his blanket roll down besides
his knapsack. With that having been taken care of, Bobby left the freight
station then headed down the railroad tracks towards the train station
which was a good eight hundred yards away.
    The name of the town he was in according to the sign on the station
was Point of the Rocks, Maryland. It was a large railroad station and
looked pretty busy with commuters coming and going. He wondered how far
Washington D.C. was from Point of the Rocks, MD. That definitely was an
unusual name for a town. He walked into the railroad station. The
interior smelled of cigar and cigarette smoke. There were wooden benches
in the waiting room of the station that commuters were sitting in waiting
patiently for the next train to arrive. He noticed a map of the B & O
railroad on the wall. Checking the map out Bobby found out that he was
about thirty miles north of Washington D.C. That was where most of the
commuters were going too Bobby concluded. The east west line that crossed
the north south line at that railroad station and junction went from
Baltimore, Maryland, to Chicago, Illinois according to the map. Since he
had a little money, he thought about possibly purchasing a ticket to
Washington D.C., but then decided against it because once again carrying
his knapsack with him and blanket roll would make him stand out like a
sore thumb. He headed to the rest room to wash up. In the restroom he
looked at himself in the mirror and saw that he was a mess. His blond
hair was a mess, all matted and unkempt, with cinders in his hair. His
face was filthy, streaked with dirty sweat.His clothes were dirty and
needed to be washed. It's a wonder that no one had said anything about
his appearance thus far since he came to the railroad station. Sighing he
turned on the water and started washing up a little. He wished that he
had a comb so that he could at least comb his matted hair. When he
finished washing up he headed back into the waiting room. By this time
another southbound commuter train had arrived that would take commuters
to Washington D.C.
    Feeling really hungry now, he decided to go into town to buy himself
a halfway decent breakfast. At least having washed up some he looked a
little cleaner.
    Leaving the train station he walked about a quarter of a mile or so
into the town of Point of the Rocks. It didn't take him long to find a
small cafe that was open. He walked into the cafe and sat down at the
counter. The waitress who served him was a women who looked to be in his
forties.
    "Hello sweetie, and what can I do for you." She smiled.
    Bobby glanced at the menu. He might as well eat good, he concluded
because what little food that he had left wouldn't last all that much
longer. "How about pancakes, sunny side up eggs, bacon and toast, orange
juice and milk." Bobby said. He watched as the waitress wrote his order
down.
    "You by yourself honey?" The waitress asked.
    Bobby had to think up a quick lie. The last thing he wanted was
someone getting suspicious of him and find out that he was a runaway.
    "My father went to work this morning, and my mother wasn't feeling
that well to cook breakfast for me, so she gave me some money to buy
breakfast and some groceries that we need. "
    "Well, okay dear. How old are you anyway?"
    "Twelve."
    "So your the man of the house today, aren't you?"
    "Yes ma'am." Bobby said, giving the waitress his most charming
smile."
    "Well dear, I'll be back with your order in a few minutes. You sure
are a good looking boy." The waitress winked.
    "Thank you." Bobby replied. He watched as the waitress headed to the
kitchen to give the cook his order. Things seemed to be coming together
in place. After he ate he would go back to the railroad, grab his
knapsack and blanket roll, and start walking the tracks with the hope of
hopping onto a southbound freight that would take him to Washington D.C.
He remembered Walter telling him about Potomac yard across the river from
Washington D.C. That was where the east met the west. He would have to
hop on a Southern Railroad freight that would take him to New Orleans.
From New Orleans he would have to ride the Southern Pacific railroad that
would take him to Bakersfield, California, his final destination.
    "The waitress returned with his breakfast a few minutes later. He
quickly gobbled the food down enjoying the pancakes with maple syrup and
butter, along with the eggs and bacon. It cost him fifty cents, but it
was worth it, for he now had a full stomach to travel on. He paid his
bill, left the waitress with dime for her tip, then took his time heading
back to the railroad station. By the time he reached the railroad station
the morning commuter rush hour was over. Things were much more quieter
now around the railroad depot. He headed towards the abandoned freight
station to pick up his knapsack and blanket roll. As he was walking along
the tracks towards the freight station he had this sudden feeling that he
was being watched. He stopped, look around not seeing anyone, then kept
walking. The sun was now shining brightly overhead and the heat and
humidity outside was beginning to build up in intensity. It was going to
be a hot August day. He could already feel it. As he was walking back too
the freight station, a northbound freight steamed by, pulled by another B
& O, 2-8-4. It was going about thirty miles per hour. It had to be a long
train, Bobby thought as slow as it was moving. Like he normally would do
with passing trains, he counted the freight cars as they rumbled by. This
train had exactly eighty cars on it including the caboose. He waved at
the conductor in the caboose who waved back at him then kept walking.
When he reached the freight station Bobby climbed up the three creaky
stairs to the door. Opening the door he walk inside. It was hot and musty
in the freight station with very little air circulation which caused him
to sweat even more, but at least everything of his was there just like he
hoped it would be. He picked up his knapsack and was about to pull it on
when he heard footsteps outside the old building. The door swung open and
a unshaven man who dressed in tattered clothes walked into the freight
station.
    "Well, well well, what do we have here." The man smiled as he slowly
walked over to Bobby.
    Bobby didn't know what to do. He didn't know whether this hobo was a
good hobo or a bad one, like the ones that Polo had warned him about.
    "What's your name boy?" The hobo asked.
    Remembering what Polo had said about using real names instead of a
monicker, Bobby decided on using his monicker, "Little Chooch." He
answered.
    "Little Chooch, that's an original. They call me Jailbird, because
I've in prison most of my life. I was just released from Sing Sing after
spending twelve years in the joint. And that was my third time. I'm sure
you heard of that Sing Sing, it's in New York on the Hudson River."
    " Yes, I've heard of Sing Sing. I'm from New York also. I just
escaped from Pine Island, a couple of weeks ago."
    "Pine Island, you don't say, that's a boys prison upstate ain't it."
Jailbird said
    "Uh uh." Bobby nodded.
    "What did you do, kill someone?" Jaibird chuckled.
    "No, I tried to steal some food from the A&P food market in
Middletown, New York and got caught."
    "A petty thief, huh. How old are you anyway?"
    "Twelve."
    "And where are you heading for?"
    "California" Bobby replied.
    "California, that's a long ways off boy. A boy your age, will never
make it. Your nowhere near being a man to undertake a journey such as
that."
    "I'm going to try to get to California, that's all I can do."Bobby
protested.
    "Well good luck Little Chooch. You're going to need it." Jailbird
smiled deviously. He slowly reached into his back pocket and pulled out a
switchblade knife. He pressed a button and the five inch razor sharp
blade sprang into view.
    When Bobby saw the knife in Jailbird's hand he froze then started to
tremble. He should have never trusted this man who called himself
Jailbird.
    Slowly Jailbird approached him then stopped. He was now standing less
then three feet in front of him.
    "What do you want?" Bobby fearfully asked.
    "Let's see what you have in that knapsack of yours. Hand it to me."
Jailbird said, waving the knife around.
    Bobby cautiously handed the knapsack to Jailbird. Jailbird set the
knapsack on the floor then opened the knapsack up.
    "What's this." Jailbird said, taking out the pocket knife that Polo
had given him. He checked the blade out. "That's a nice little pig
sticker you have. I could use another one. Let's me see what else you
have in there."
    Reaching into the knapsack he pulled out the extra set of clothes
that Walter had given him, "Can't really use that, too small for me." He
mumbled, tossing Bobby's clothes onto the floor.
    "Please, don't rob me, I'm going to California, I'll need that
stuff." Bobby pleaded.
     Ignoring him, Jailbird rummaged through Bobby's knapsack pulling out
his mess kit and canteen. He took a couple out a couple of cans of  food
and some dry food that Bobby had taken from the hunting lodge.
    "You honestly think you would have made it all the way to California
with just these few supplies that you're carrying in your knapsack. Of
course you might make it if you had a little money on you." Jailbird
hinted.
    "I don't have no money." Bobby lied. The truth was, he had a little
over nine dollars left in his pants pocket after he had brought breakfast
earlier that morning.
    "We'll see about that Little Chooch. Why don't you just go ahead and
take off your clothes and hand them to me so that I can look through them
to see what you have." Jailbird exclaimed..
   When Bobby didn't move, Jailbird grabbed the front of his Bobby's
shirt, pulling him over to him. With his other hand.held the knife blade
to Bobby's throat. "I told you to take off your clothes and hand them to
me, now do it, or I'll hurt you. I don't care if you are a kid or not. I
hadn't served all that time in prison for nothing."
    Bobby knew that he had no other choice in the matter. Jailbird let go
of the front of his shirt, then drew the knife away from Bobby's throat.
    "Give me your shoes first. I want to see if you have any money hidden
in them."
    Softly sobbing to himself, Bobby slowly leaned over and took his
shoes off, first the left one then the right one. He handed the shoes to
Jailbird. When the Jailbird didn't find any money in his shoes he tossed
them onto the floor. "Now your socks."
    Bobby peeled off his socks giving them to Jailbird. When Jailbird
didn't find anything, he tossed Bobby's socks onto the floor with his
shoes.
    "Shirt." Jailbird said.
    Bobby took off his shirt baring himself to the waist. With a
trembling hand he handed his shirt to the Jailbird who wasted no time
rummaging through the his shirt pocket.
    "Now your pants, take them off and hand them to me." He ordered.
    Bobby knew right then and there that the Jailbird would find his
money. Choking back a sob, he unfastened his pants, pulled them down then
took them off. Standing there naked he handed his pants to the Jailbird.
Jailbird wasted no time going through his pants pockets. Just as Bobby
feared Jailbird found his money. He shoved the money into his pocket.
    "You little liar. You told me you didn't have no money! It's my money
now Little Chooch because you won't needing it anymore." He threw Bobby's
pants onto the floor next to his shirt.
    When Jailbird said that it was his money now and that he wouldn't
need it anymore, a wave of fear surged through Bobby's body. What was he
going to do now? Kill him? He feared.
    "Please, let me get dressed and go now. You have my knapsack, all my
supplies and my money, there is nothing more that I have to give you."
    "Yes there is." Jailbird smiled menacingly. He put the supplies back
into the knapsack, closed it, then facing Bobby again, unfastened the fly
of his pants. He reached in and after fumbling around for a few seconds
pulled out his erect penis.The blunt head glistened with pre-seminal
fluid. He waggled his thick, deeply blushed six inch length up and down a
couple of times." See that desk over there. Go over to that desk, put
both of your hands on top of it, then bend over."
    Oh no, Bobby thought. He was about to be raped. It was exactly what
Polo had warned him about if he ran into one of the bad hobos.
    "Please don't rape me." Bobby sobbed. He was really crying now.
    The hobo grabbed Bobby's throat then pressed the point of his knife
against Bobby's bare sweaty chest. "You either do what I tell you to do
or I'll kill you, understand!"
    "Yes sir. I'll do it, I'll do it. Just don't kill me." Bobby sobbed.
He could smell the acrid sweaty body odor of Jailbird. and it almost made
him sick. He knew that Jailbird would kill him if he didn't do what he
just told him to do.
    Jailbird let Bobby's throat go and watched as Bobby turned and walked
over to the desk. Placing both of his hands on top of the desk he bent
over his bottom jutting outwards towards him almost invitingly. Walking
over to Bobby Jailbird walked stood behind him. He looked down at Bobby's
well rounded bubbly bottom cheeks, the soft twin mounds divided by a deep
cleft. His bottom was pale in comparison with the rest of Bobby's nicely
tanned body. He reached down with both hands and grabbed Bobby's well
rounded plump asscheeks squeezing them tightly. He parted them to gaze at
the puckered pink opening of his asshole finally letting them go.
    "I hadn't had a good fuck since I left prison three months ago. I bet
your a virgin, aren't you? You ever been fucked at Pine Island?"
    "No." Bobby sobbed.
    "I don't believe it. I'm going to see how tight you are anyway!"
Jailbird growled.
    He jutted out the middle finger, of his left hand tracing Bobby's
deep cleft from tailbone down over his pink puckered bottom hole to the
frendulum between his legs. Moving his fingertip back up to the opening
of Bobby's anus, Jailbird jutted out his forefinger out also, then drove
both his middle finger and forefinger  into the hot clammy moist opening
of Bobby's anus, stretching it. He pushed again, sinking both fingers
into his hot clammy asshole almost all the way to the third knuckle.
    Bobby cried out in a mixture of both discomfort and pleasure. The
last time someone had done that to him was when he was when he was
getting his physical examination at Pine Island, and Dr. Vaselli drove
his middle finger up into him to check his prostate. Despite being scared
about Jailbird raping him, he was getting that same feeling now deep
within that he had felt when Dr. Vaselli done that to him during his
physical examination. Only when Dr. Vaselli had done that to him he had
been gentle, not rough. Jailbird didn't seem to care whether he hurt him
or not. He pushed his two fingers in even deeper twisting them around and
scissoring them to widen the anal passage even more. The consistant
aching pleasure caused Bobby's penis slowly lengthen. Within seconds he
had become fully erect. Finally Jailbird twisted both of his fingers out
of him wiping his feces stained fingertips on Bobby'sweat dripping back.
    "Don't move." Jailbird warned in a quavering voice. He was breathing
hard and deep now in anticipation on what he was about too do to this
strappling of a boy.
    Bobby was too scared to move now. Trembling he just stood there in
place, with both hands placed firmly ontop of the desktop. Closing his
eyes he prepared himself for the worst.
    Behind him Jailbird, pulled his pants down all the way to his ankles.
Breathing even harder and deeper now he moved even closer to Bobby then
rubbed the slippery blunt protruding head of his uncircumcised penis up
and down along the deep cleft between Bobby's ass Closing his  cheeks.
     He felt the hard spongy head of the Jailbird's slippery penis
sliding up and down along his cleft, then felt the head against his
gaping anus. "Please don't do this." Bobby cried knowing that his pleas
would be completely ignored.
    "Shut the hell up!" Jaibird shouted. He grabbed Bobby's left hipbone
for leverage then moved his other hand down to his lower shaft to guide
himself in. Thrusting forwards Jailbird rammed his thick rigid length up
into Bobby. The thickness of Jailbirds rock hard penis driving into him
stretched open Bobby's anus painfully. It felt as if a red hot poker was
being rammed up into him. Closing his eyes even tighter Bobby cried out
in pain. This couldn't be happening to him, he thought, but it was, and
there was nothing that he could do about it. He cried out again Jailbirds
thick erection pushed into him even deeper. His greatest fear now was
that the Jailbird would kill him once he finished raping him.
    Having guided himself in, Jailbird grabbed both of Bobby's hip bones
tightly for even more leverage. He rammed into him one last time driving
the rest of the way in to the point that Bobby could actually feel
Jailbrd,s  bushy pubic hair mashing against both of his bottom cheeks.
    Bobby screamed, tears now streaming down his smooth downy cheeks.
Jailbird was none to gentle. Digging his fingertips into Bobby's hipbones
gripping him even tighter Jailbird started hunching and thrusting in and
out of him to the point that Bobby could actually feel the man's large
heavy ball sack thumping against the the back of his legs right beneath
his rectum. Bobby could hear Jailbird grunting with each and every one of
his deep driving thrusts. The dull aching pain that Bobby had felt
earlier was now being replaced by yet another rising feeling. That
feeling was a pleasant tingling deep within his loins that seemed to get
stronger and stronger with each second that passed. Bobby's erection
throbbed in response to the intense tingle which was now rapidly
dissolving into a warm itch as it continued to build up in him.
    After years of experience raping younger and more invulnerable
inmates in prison the Jailbird sensed that Bobby was on the verge of
getting off himself. He let go of Bobby's left hipbone then slid his hand
down over Bobby's hip then around so that he could take hold of Bobby's
slender erection. He grasped the throbbing shaft beneath the slippery
head with the his thumb and four fingers, then slid his thumb upwards,
feeling the slickness of the small amount of pre-seminal fluid on the
spongy head that was seeping out from the tip. He started smearing the
Bobby's pre-seminal fluid all over and around the underside of the head
where he would be the most sensitive.
    Immediately Bobby's penis flexed within Jailbirds tight grip. When
Jailbird plowed into him one last time, that was all it took to bring
Bobby over the edge. Despite the pain and discomfort that he had been
feeling earlier now mixed with pleasure Bobby fell into orgasm. His penis
pulsed away at a rapid pace as squirts of thinnish semen spat out from
the tip hitting the front of the desk that Bobby was bent over. At the
same time that Bobby was climaxing, Jailbird fell into orgasm also. Bobby
heard the Jailbird gasp then felt the his deeply impaled length swell
within him before. A second later Jailbirds impaled length started
pumping away rapidly. He could feel spurt after spurt of the Jailbirds
thick hot semen gushing deep into him causing him to fart wetly a couple
of times. And then it was over. After he was spent, Jailbird stayed
deeply impaled deep in him for several more seconds gasping for breath.
Finally he let go of Bobby's flaccid penis his fingertips smeared with
Bobby's still warm thinnish semen. He pulled his deeply impaled floppy
penis out of him. A rope of his Jailbird's thick white semen mixed with a
little of Bobby's blood snapped wetly between them.
    "I see that you are bleeding a little.That means I popped your're
virginal little cherry good, didn't I. I have to admit you though, you
were one good fuck, Little Chooch, the best one I had since leaving
prison. And I see that you got off also. As young as you are I didn't
think you would have any spunk in you. I hope it felt good just like it
felt good to me."Jailbird smiled.
    "You got what you want, now just leave me alone." Bobby cried.
    "You're getting a little ornary Little Chooch, aren't you boy. Do you
know that if I want to, I can gut you from here to here."Jailbird said
touching Bobby's left nipple with the tip of his forefinger and running
the his fingertip down over Bobby's belly button, too his hairless pubic
mound. He moved his hand down between Bobby's legs to grab Bobby's low
hanging testicles. He pulled the scrotal sack down a little. "I could
even cut off your nut sack if I wanted to, leave you an eunach" Jailbird
smiled. .
    Bobby shuddered a little wishing that Jailbird would just leave.
    "But I'm not going to do that, because you're such a good fuck, I
don't want to deny other boes from having their way with you and they
will. There are a lot of hobos out there who hadn't had sex in weeks and
even months but anyway  if you insist on going all the way to California,
who knows, I might even meet up with you again somewhere during your
trip." Jailbird chuckled. He let Bobby's scrotum go, turned then picked
up Bobby's knapsack and blanket roll. Without saying another word
Jailbird left the abandoned freight station leaving Bobby alone with his
miseries.
    Bobby breathed a sigh of relief. At least he didn't kill him. Now
what, he wondered. He had no food, no supplies, no blanket roll and no
money. His bottom hole was still bleeding a little and he felt
sore.picking up his clothes, Bobby pulled them on. He bundled up his
other set of clothes to make it easy for him to carry then left the
freight station. He could see Jailbird, the hobo who had just raped him
walking slowly down the tracks about fifty yards ahead of him. He waited
until Jailbird was completely out of sight before making his move. His
only alternative now was to go to the train station and try to figure out
what he was going to do next. But for now he had no idea what his future
would have in store for him. He had lost everything including his dignity
after having been raped by an ex-con who called himself Jailbird.....