Date: Mon, 5 Sep 2022 19:42:36 -0400 From: James Karvonen Subject: Song of the Lonesome Rails 23. 23. Bobby and Quack were so tired from the days events that they pulled off their shirts baring themselves to the waist since it was warm and rather stuffy up in the hay loft. Bobby rolled out his sleeping bag on top of one of the beds, while Quack rolled out his blanket roll on top of the other bed. They both laid down on top of their beds and within minutes they fell asleep. It had been a warm tiring day for both of them and they really needed their rest. Things did cool down somewhat during the night so eventually they ended up climbing into their sleeping bags and bed roll for added warmth. Around sunup a couple of roosters crowed outside waking them up out of their sound sleep. When Bobby sat up for a brief moment he had no idea where he was. All he knew that he was in his sleeping bag sleeping on a narrow bed. It took a few minutes for him to come back down into reality before he actually realized where he was. Outside the barn the roosters continued to crow. "What a wakeup." Quack said, sliding out from beneath his bed roll "Don't forget, we're sleeping up in a hayloft in the country and not riding a box car." Bobby reminded him rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Yeah, I remember." He said. He got up and walked over to the narrow hayloft door above the barns main door that was wide open to pee. It was still dark outside but off to the east the sky was just beginning to lighten up a little with the rising sun. Bobby eased out of his bed also to join him. For a brief second two narrow streams of piss rained down on the ground below them where chickens were congregating in the front of the barn. Clucking loudly the chickens quickly dispersed from the two streams of piss, that were raining down on them. They ran around clucking loudly. in various directions on the barnyard below. Their antics caused Bobby and Quack to laugh in response. "I guess those chicken never expected to get peed on." Bobby chortled. "You're right about that." Quack added. He finished pissing then waggled his floppy penis up and down to get rid of the last drop of piss clinging to the tapered tip of his foreskin before stuffing his penis back into his pants. "So what do you make of what the preachers daughter said to us last night just before she left us?" Bobby asked. "I don't know. It sounded kind of seductive. But it was that wink that really got me." Quack answered. "And did you notice the preachers 9 year old son? He was rubbing his dick through his pants when he left us." Bobby pointed out. "Strange." Quack said. He slowly headed back to his bed. "I think this whole family is kind of strange." Bobby said. "I was surprised that they welcomed us with open arms like they did."Quack stated. He slipped back onto the bed beneath his blanket roll. I wish those damn roosters would stop growing. I could use a couple of more hours of sleep." "Me too." Bobby said, sliding back underneath his sleeping bag. Despite the roosters crowing outside, Bobby and Quack did manage to fall back asleep. They didn't sleep very long however for about an hour later Clay climbed up into the hayloft. "Wake up! Wake up!" He chimed, running from one bunk bed to the other, surprising Quack and Bobby completely. "What's going on?" Quack asked. "Pa says, you're welcome to join us for breakfast if you want. We'll be eating in about a half hour or so." "What time is it?" Bobby asked. "Bout 6:30. We eat breakfast around 7:00 or so." "What day is it anyway?" Quack asked. "You two don't know what day it is? Why its Monday. Yesterday was Sunday. That was the day that we had our Labor day Church supper." "When you ride the rails like we've been doing, you lose track of not only time but days also." Quack said. "You guys hobos?":Clay asked. "I guess you can call us hobos." Quack chuckled. "Jeeze I wish I can ride the rails like you two do. That sounds like fun." "Its not as much fun as you think it might be." Quack said. He slowly eased out of bed, stretched then yawned. "When you travel together like you're doing, do you two ever...." Clay paused. "Ever what?" Quack asked. "Ever do anything with each other?" "When you say do we ever do anything with each other, what exactly do you mean by that?" "You know, kinda fool around with each other?" "What are you talking about?" Quack asked, though deep down inside he had an idea. "Play with each others dicks, stuff like that." This conversation was getting very interesting, Bobby thought. He wondered how Quack was going to handle Clay's question. "Yeah, we've played with each others dicks before. We've even sucked each other off and made each other cum. Why?" "I dunno, I was just wondering." "What about you Clay, have you ever had done anything before with anyone?" Quack asked. "Sometimes." Clay said softly. "With who?" "My sister."he meekly answered. "Your sister?" Quack exclaimed. He sounded surprised. "Uh huh." "What did you two do together?" "Just some things?" "What type of things?" "She got me hard then let me push my dick into her pussy. I didn't really like that though because she has a lot of hair down there and the inside of her pussy was all warm and mushy. It even smelled a little, like fish." "Warm and mushy?" Quack laughed "Uh huh. She told me to hunch in and out of her. I started doing that to her and she started started moaning and crying, saying how good it felt." "While you were doing that, didn't that feel good to you?" Quack asked. "A little. It felt kinda warm and tingly. But by the way Susan was acting it must have really been feeling good her." "I'm sure it did." Quack smiled. Now the wink that she had gave them both last night was making sense." Tell me Clay, do you have a big dick? I noticed that you were rubbing yourself down there just as you were leaving last night?" "I dunno. I guess its pretty big, especially when it gets hard. Do you want to see it?" "What about you Little Chooch, do you want to see Clay's dick?" Bobby walked over Quack then sat down on the edge of his bed besides him. "Sure, why not since he wants to show it to us." He said. "I'll show it to you but you two got to show me yours first." "That wasn't what you originally said." Quack pointed out. "Well, I changed my mind." "Alright Clay, since you want to see it, here we go." Quack smiled. He stood up, unfastened his pants then pulled them down along with his underdrawers. His half erect cock waggled into view. "Jim dandy, have big fat thick one. And its funny looking, and you got a lot of hair down there, more hair then my sister has. Can I feel it?" Clay asked. "Sure, go ahead." Quack smiled. Bobby could tell that Quack was enjoying this interaction that he was having with Clay. He watched as Clay reached up and started fondling Quacks penis. Taking it between his thumb and two fingers he started rubbing the half erect shaft up and down bringing Quack quickly to his full 7" inch rigid length. "Whooee, your even bigger and thicker then my pa." Clay exclaimed. ....."You've seen your pa's dick when he was on the rod?" Bobby could not help but to ask. "A couple of times." Clay answered. He drew back Quack's foreskin exposing the plump pinkish glans. When his fingertips made contact with the now pre-cum leaking protruding glans, Clay quickly drew his fingertips away. "Eew, your peeing." Clay frowned. "That's not pee. All that is, is a little love juice. It won't hurt you. "Love juice?" Clay asked inconspicuously. He reached back down to feel Quacks cock again. Grasping the foreskin he rubbed it up and down around the slippery pre-cum drooling glans watching as the glans appeared then disappeared beneath the tight folds of the foreskin. Already Quack could feel his pending orgasm rapidly up within his loins. "That looks funny when I do that." Clay acknowledged. "And it will look even funnier when I spurt all over you if you keep doing that."Quack warned, wondering if Clay even knew what he meant. Clay released the grip that he had around Quacks erection leaving him throbbing and stranded. He looked over at Bobby who was now pulling his pants down. Bobby was already erect from watching the interaction that was going on between Quack and Clay. "You're dick looks like mine." Clay pointed out. Without even asking he reached down and took hold of Bobby's erection fondling and rubbing it a couple of times. He seemed to really enjoy feeling both Quack and Bobby off like he was doing. He even slipped a hand down between Bobby's legs so that he could lift and cup Bobby's low hanging half grown balls in the palm of his hand as well. "It looks like you have a little love juice coming out from the tip of your dick also." Clay said. He moved his hand out from between Bobby's legs so that he could once feel Bobby's penis. He ran his fingertips over and around Bobbys cirumcised glans. "That love juice sure is warm and slippery, isn't it." "It is. When you get a couple of years older, love juice will start coming out of you when you find yourself getting hot and horny like we are now." Quack emphasized. "Why are you two hot and horny?" Clay asked. "Because of what you are doing to us." Bobby said. It took a few moments for Clay to comprehend what Bobby had just told him. Finally he said, "Oh!" then drew his hand away from Bobby's now throbbing penis. "Okay, we showed you ours, now let's see yours." Quack stated. "Alright. Clay said. He was wearing Farmer Brown blue jein coveralls with no shirt underneath. He pulled the coverall straps up over his shoulders then dropped them. His coveralls dropped down along his side and legs puddling up around his ankles. Beneath his coveralls he was butt ass naked. His rigid circumcised penis jutted straight out about 4" inches in slender length from his smooth totally bald mound. As far as his bslls were concerned he had nothing to speak of for they had yet to drop into his small but plump darkly toned wrinkled pouch. Despite that fact in both Quack and Bobby's eyes, for a nine year old Clay's penis was quite impressive. It was longer then they thought it might be. "Not bad. When you get my age you'll be well hung." Quack told him. He managed a lopsided grin in response to Quacks comment. "You really think so?" Clay asked. "I know so, now lie down on one of the beds." Quack directed. For a brief second, Clay didn't know whether he had heard Quack right. "What?" Clay asked giving Quack an inquisitive look. "Kick out of those coveralls and lie down on one of the beds!"Quack repeated. This time his voice was a little more authoritative." . Even Bobby was wondering what Quacks intentions were. He had an idea but he wasn't quite sure. "What are you going to do Quack?" Bobby asked. "Look at it this way Little Chooch. Clay comes up into the hayloft to wake us up for breakfast. While we are getting up, he asks all these personal questions about us and wants to see our dicks. What does that tell you?" Quack asked. Bobby smiled then nodded. "I see what your getting at." Meanwhile Clay still not all that sure what was happening, kicked his coveralls off over his bare feet then walked completely naked over to the bed that Bobby had been sleeping to lie down. "He has a cute bubble butt, don't he." Bobby whispered". "A butt that I wouldn't mind fucking." Quack said under his breath. "You haven't even fucked me in my butt yet." "Is that something you want?" "I don't know, maybe someday. As long as I get to fuck you back." "We'll see. But for now let's give this cute little red headed freckled face kid something that he would never forget. We still have a little time before breakfast." "Do you think he might tell his pa?" Bobby asked. "I don't think so, after all he was the one that brought this on by feeling us up first, right?" "I guess." "So what does that tell you?" "He wants it." "So let's give it to him." Bobby smiled, "Let's." He followed Quack over to the bed that Clay was lying on. Quackbsat down on the left side of the bed besides Clay, while Bobby sat down on the other side of the bed. As Clay looked up at them, completely confused by what was going on, his emerald green eyes moved from Quack first then over to Bobby then back to Quack. There was a slight sense of anxiety etched across his smooth cherubic face. "So you want to know what Little Chooch and I do together, well we're going to show you. Right Little Chooch?" "Right." Bobby nodded. "But first, while you were walking over to the bed, Little Chooch and I just happened to admire your plump little bubble butt. So roll over on your tummy so that we can get better look at it." Quack instructed. Clay obediently rolled over onto his stomach. Parting one of Clay's well rounded soft bubbly asscheeks, Quack said, "Well look at that, his asshole looks like it has been stretched a little. What do you think, Little Chooch?". Bobby glances down at Clay's pink puckered dime size opening. "It sure does." He said. "Let me see how tight he is." With that having been said, Quack jutted out his middle finger. While Bobby watched, Quack pushed his middle finger all the way up into Clay's hot clammy asshole. He heard Clay grunt when Quack swirled his impaled finger around, then pushed it in and out, then back in again sinking all the way up to the third knuckle. Ughhh." Clay cried out. He began to squirm a little, thrusting his hips upwards as if trying to force Quacks impaled finger to drive even deeper into him. "Has someone been fucking you Clay?" Quack asked, pushing a second finger up into him. He nudged Clay's small prostate in the process causing Clay to cry out even louder. He scissors his two impaled fingers apart and together a couple of timed deep within Clays hot clammy inner depths. "Noooo." Clay moaned. "So what have you been doing to get your asshole stretched like that?" Quack asked. He thruster his two deeply impaled fingers in and out on last time then twisted his two fingers out of Clay who's asshole was now twitching ever so slightly. "I've been pushing a smooth pine cone up into my, my bottom hole." Clay admitted. "Why?" Quack asked. "Because, it, it feels good."Clay stammered. He was breathing hard and deep as he was lying there. "Oh." Quack smiled. He looked over at Bobby who was now smiling also. "I know something that might feel even better pushing up in there there instead of a pine cone." "You do." Clay panted. "Uh huh, but I'll tell you about that some other time. Right now we really don't have the time because we'll be eating breakfast soon, so now roll back over on your back so Little Chooch and I can finish up with what we want to show you." Clay rolled back over onto his back. He was still breathing hard and deep. There was a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. This time Quack reached down and gently grasped Clay's slender erection, taking the shaft between his thumb and forefinger right beneath the deeply blushed circumcised head. While Bobby watched Quack gently started stroking the smooth slender veiny 4" inch shaft up and down. "You ever cum before?" Quack asked. Squirming around a little, Clay asked, "What's, whats that?" "So I take it you hadn't cum before. Well kiddo this is your lucky day because you're about to find out what I'm talking about." "From everything you told us about what you did before I'm surprised that you don't know what cumming is." Bobby said. Speeding up his stroke a little.Quack noticed that Clay's slender rock hard penis had now becoming deeply blushed as a result of his light gentle stimulation. "Uh, uhhh, I'm beginning to feel something." Clay cried out. "That means your getting close." Bobby said. "It won't be long now." Quack said. He kept stroking, moving the tips of his thumb and forefinger up and down even faster. "Uhhhh, oh its its beginning to feel like I'm going to have to pee!" "Almost there." Quack stated. "Uh aaah ohhhh!" Clay screamed, his eyes closing, his back arching. Every muscle in Clay's slender lithe body tensed. A seconds later it happened. A shudder ripped through Clay's tense body. The deeply blushed acorn shaped head of Clays penis flared outwards. A second later the slender shaft flexed the between Quacks stroking fingertips then swelled outwards. And then it started to click away at a rapid pace with Clays very first intense dry release. And then as quick as he had erupted it was over, and Clays slender penis started to wilt between Quacks still stroking fingertips. When Clay was soft, Quack finally released him. He looked down at Clay' who's small chest was heaving rapidly up and down. "So tell me Clay have you ever felt anything like that before in all your life?" Quack asked gently placing the palm of his hand down on Clays stomach right over his cute little outie belly button. "No,no." Clay gasped. "Did you like it?" Quack asked. He was now tenderly rubbing Clay's stomach and chest, his hand passing over Clay's little pink npples. "Uh huh." Clay nodded. He was about to sit up, but Quack gently pushed him back against the mattress. "Not yet, we're not quite finished with you." Quack said. "Bobby why don't you bring him off again. Use your mouth and tongue this time like you did to me the other day." "Okay." Bobby agreed. Oral sex no longer bothered him all that much. After all, he had performed oral sex on Bean a couple of months ago and just the other day on Quack who had given him a mouthful of cum. At least Clay couldnt shoot jism yet, so when he brought Clay off his climax would be a dry one. He opened his mouth, leaned over then went down on him taking the flaccid 3"inch shaft and his tight little nut sack into his month. Closing his lips and mouth around Clays little package, Bobby started to Bob and suck, bringing the little red headed 9 year old into places that he never been before. He squirmed and moaned rolling this way and that way which caused Bobby to suck on Clay's flaccid cock even harder. Before long Bobby could feel Clay's penis once again beginning to lengthen, this time it was getting hard in his mouth between his now bobbing pursed lips. "Oh, oh ooohhh!" Clay cried out, his back arching his legs flaring outwards. "Ram your finger up into his asshole! That will really get him going." Quack suggested. He was skilled at the pleasures of sex because of his sexual experiences at the orphanage that he grew up in. Bobby was just a novice but he would teach him, he decided. While Bobby continued to suck Clay off, he moved his right hand between Clay's flailing outstretched legs. Jutting out his middle finger he thrusted it up into Clay's gaping asshole. Having never done this before he felt a little repulsed by doing it. But he told himself that if Quack can do it, then he could do it also. "Wiggle your fingertip around and touch that little swelling off to the side." Quack eagerly instructed. Bobby did what Quack had instructed him to do. He nudged Clay's small prostate and at the same time sucked his rigid shaft even harder. "Oh, ooh oh!" Clay cried out. His body jerked his cock flexing hard in Bobby's mouth between his bobbing tightly pursed lips. A second later it bolted and Clay fell into his second dry orgasm that morning. His cock pulsed away as if there was no tomorrow, then all too soon it was over. Clay's tense body relaxed and he just laid there gasping for breath as Bobby continued to suck on him until his cock had gone completely flaccid. He finally twisted his impaled finger out of Clay's still twitching asshole, then lifted his mouth off of him leaving Clay's floppy 3"inch cock wet with his saliva. After a few minutes of recuperation, Clay finally sat up. "I better go now and let ma and pa know that you will be coming for breakfast." Clay said. He walked over to his coveralls and quickly pulled them on. A second later he was climbing down thee ladder from the hayloft. "Well that's that." Quack smiled. "Now that we both broke in Clay, our next goal will be to work on his sister Susan. After what Clay had told us about her, that shouldn't be all that difficult now, should it." Bobby chuckled. "I shouldn't think so." Yes, Quack thought. Their stay here at this church might be very interesting. Only time would tell.....