Date: Thu, 8 Sep 2022 21:00:35 -0400 From: James Karvonen Subject: Song of the Lonesome Steel Rails -26. Chapter 26. The days that passed seemed to drag out for almost an eternity for Bobby and Quack. It was basically the same old routine. During the morning Bobby and Quack would work on the church, scraping and painting. If the the afternoons weren't steamy hot like the afternoon had been that first day, the two boys would be back on the job. They had one goal and one goal only, and that was to get the church finished and earn what little money that the preacher had offered to pay them. Once they finished the church they had plans to hit the road again. They had a long way to go and from past experiences traveling the road to get where they wanted to go would not be easy an easy task at all. The road would be dangerous and very difficult, therefore would be almost impossible to set any time limit to get to where they wanted to go. After what happened on that rainy day up in the hayloft, Susan and Clay kept their distance. They barely even looked at them when they sat down at the dining room table to eat their meals. That alone was all the more reason to hit the road as soon as possible. They were even debating as to whether or not to just leave and not complete the project that the preacher had entrusted them to do. But the preacher had been good to them, providing them with room and board, and giving them three meals a day. They weren't even required to attend church on Sunday, but they did so anyway out of respect for the preacher who had had been good to them. Their sex life with each other was minimal to say the least. After working hard on the church all day, they were usually too tired to really get it on with each other. They would lie together and cuddle, and every now and then give each other a hand job, or perform oral sex with each other, but that was about as far as it went. They hoped that Susan and little Clay would come around to play their sexual games with them, but they kept there distance. They might had just been to extreme with them on that rainy day when they came up into the hayloft to play. About two weeks later after they had first arrived, the church was finally finished. It looked good and the preacher praised them for a job well done. "Well I suppose you two are getting ready to leave soon. So I am going to go ahead and pay you now, so when the time comes when you git ready to pack your bags and take off, you'll have your money." Rev. Poetter told them that night at the dinner table that night. Bobby had that deep gut feeling that the preacher was now trying to get rid of them. He watched as the preacher pulled out his wallet and gave him and Quack fourteen dollars a piece totalling twenty eight dollars for their services. "I thank you sir." Quack said. He stood up to pocket his money. Bobby did the same thing with his money. He was getting close to sending some more money home to his mother. All the money that he had sent to her earlier Bobby was sure that that had been enough money to pay her bills for a couple of months if not more. Still, she needed all the money that she could get. If only there was another way that he could communicate with her other then through the mail. The problem with the mail was that he didn't have any permanent address that his mother could write to him too. And that was the problem. The only thing that Bobby could do was hope that his mother was getting the money that he was sending her. Apparently Quack had gotten that same idea. Looking at the preacher he said, " We will probably be leaving the first thing in the morning sir. We really appreciate the hospitality that you have shown us over the past few weeks." "I have no problem doing that because what I am doing is the Lords work. That is what I have been ordained to do." Bobby and Quack left the house and headed for the hayloft to spend their last night before leaving. It had been a very interesting two weeks to say the least for Bobby and Quack, and they had been able to earn a little money. Where they would be spending future nights if not in a box car on a slow moving freight train remained to be seen. Early the next morning the crowing of the roosters woke Bobby and Quack up for the very last time. As soon as they ate breakfast they would be leaving. Where they would end up tonight if not on a slow moving train they had no idea. They were just easing out of bed when much to their surprise, Susan and Clay appeared, having climbed up into the hay loft. "What are you two doing here? You two been avoiding us for the last two weeks. Why pop up now?" Quack asked rather gruffly. "You and Little Chooch are actually leaving this morning." Susan said. "That's right, right after breakfast. We told you that last night at the dinner table." "So why have you two been staying away from us for the last two weeks?" Bobby wanted to know. He was packing some things into his backpack as he talked. "It was because what you did to us the last time we were together. The way you came at us kind of pissed us off." Susan confessed. "You didn't like getting fucked in the ass?" Quack said rather brazenly. "Not really. It felt kind of weird though but I really wasn't ready for that" "What about you Clay? Did my long thick cock up your tight little hot asshole feel better then those pine cones that you had been fucking yourself with?" Quack asked, somewhat sarcastically. "I guess. But I sore afterwards." Clay solemnly said. "That happens when you lose your cherry that first time. The second time it won't feel all that bad. So what do you two want other, then to come up to tell us that we have a half hour before breakfast, or say goodbye?" Quack asked. "Since its early and you two are about ready to leave we were just wondering whether or not you wanted to do anything with us before you left. I have this.I have this that you can use this time." Susan softly said. Reaching into the side pocket of her dress. Much to Quack and Bobby's surprise, Susan pulled out a condom. She walked over to Quack and handed the condom to him. "Where did you get this?" Quack asked, looking the condom over. He had been taken totally by surprise by Susan's brash actions. "From ma and pa's room. They don't know that I took it from them." "So, are you saying that you want me to fuck you before we leave?" Susan swallowed, then nodded. She was quick to say, "But not in the rear.. Quack looked the condom over. In all his years riding the rails he never actually used a condom when he had sex with a girl. So this would be a totally new experience for him to actually use one. "And you want me to use this? Why now?" Quack asked. "Because your so big. It felt good when you fucked me last the time.I lost some of the feeling though when you pulled out and spurted all over me. This time I want you to go all the way and do it in me. That's why I got this trojan for you, so that you can spurt in me without getting me pregnant." "That makes sense honey. But what about Little Chooch. Is he just going to sit over there and watch me fuck you. Don't you think that he might like to get in on some of the action?" "No, that's why I have Clay with me. If Little Chooch wants to get into the action he could fuck Clay in his booty hole why you're fucking me." Now it was Bobby's turn to be surprised. Its not that he wouldn't want to fuck Clay, its just that what Susan just told him seemed almost unreal. He looked over at the little red headed freckled face boy then asked, "Is that what you want Clay?" Clay nervously shuffled from one foot to the other looking down at the wooden floor. Without even looking up at Bobby he said. "Uh huh. Because your not as long or as thick as Quack, maybe it won't hurt as much as it did when Quack fucked me." Neither Bobby or Quack could believe these two kids. They were definitely addicted to sex, there could be no doubts in their mind about that. "If we're going to do that, we'll do it after breakfast. Since this time will be the last time that we will ever that we do any thing with you two again, I want to make it last for a while and not just a quick bang, bang and its over. We just don't have that much time right now before your ma will have breakfast for us. Can you come two come with us up to the hayloft after breakfast?" "We have our chores to do after breakfast, but as soon as we're done with our chores, we'll be there." Susan promised. "Okay you two, we'll see you at the breakfast table then." Quack replied. They watched as Susan and Clay climbed back down the ladder. "So what do you think Little Chooch?" Quack asked. "That surprised the beegeezies out of me what Susan and Clay want to do." "You'll like fucking Clay. That kid has one tight little asshole. I came a bucketload in him when I fucked him a couple of weeks ago. And when he cums his asshole muscles will suck your jism right up into him like vacuum cleaner. Before you fuck him, make him squeal and squirm like I did. He'll be a lot hotter after that." Quack suggested. "I just might do that." Bobby smiled, liking Quacks suggestion. About an hour later they headed down to the house to eat their last breakfast. Breakfast that morning consisted of biscuits, sausage and gravy, sunnyside up eggs and of course grits. "So when two leave here, what are your plans?" Rev Poetter asked. "We're not sure yet. It would be nice to make it too Atlanta before nightfall, but I doubt that's going to happen. The trains that we've been riding on are slower then molasses." Quack explained. "Atlanta is quite a ways from here. I've taken a crack passenger train from Greensboro to Atlanta and took over nine hours to get there. Greensboro is the closest city to this little hamlet, about twenty miles away by rail." "If it takes that long for a crack passenger train to get to Atlanta, no telling how long it will take a freight train to get there." Quack frowned. "It's probably going to take two or three days.at least." Bobby said. "Maybe even longer, but that's our plan" "We'll be praying for you when you leave." Joy said. "We sure do appreciate that." Quack smiled. "Ma, when we finish eating may we go with Bobby and Quack and to help them pack." Susan asked. "Yes you may, as soon as you finish your chores dear." When Bobby and Quack finished eating they got up from the table and headed immediately back to the barn. The meal that they must finished would probably be their last decent meal for a while. They were eager to leave, but wanted one last fling with Susan and Clay. Ever since they has arrived they had proved to be something else. About twenty minutes later, Susan and Clay climbed up into the hayloft to join them. "We didn't know whether you two would be showing up or not." Quack said. "I had to help ma with the dishes, and Clay had to go to the chicken coop to gather up enough eggs for tonights dinner. We had some other chores to do also." Susan explained. "Well that's okay. You're both here now so we might as well make the best of it. Come on honey, let's go over to the bed and do our thing." Quack said, grasping Susans wrist. He all but dragged Susan over to the bed. As soon as he got her there, he took Susan into his arms and started kissing and hugging her almost feverously. Susan returned Quack's hugs and kisses. They were soon both on the bed rolling this way and that way in total sexual bliss. Left alone with Clay, Bobby remembered what Quack suggested. So the very first thing that he did whole Clay was watching was to strip out of all of. his clothes. Within seconds he was naked. His slender rigid cock angled upwards a little from his smooth loins. He sat down on the side of the bed, his legs outstretched. "Get naked Clay." He ordered, though his voice tone wasn't as intiminating as Quacks voice the a. couple of weeks earlier when he fucked Clay for the first time. Clay almost eagerly pulled off his coveralls stepping completely out of them. Within a few seconds he was naked. "Come here Clay." Bobby directed. Clay, slowly but cautiously walked over to Bobby, standing between his outstretched legs. Bobby couldn't help but to admire how cute the little red haired, freckled face boy actually was. His erection twitched ever so slightly between his legs. Off on the other bed, Quack and Susan were really going at it, kissing and groping each other and finally pulling off their clothes until they were just as naked as he and Clay were. Before long Quack had Susan lying on the bed on her back and was positioning himself ever so slowly between Susan's outstretched legs so that he was lying almost directly on top of Susan. He leaned over and clamped his mouth over Susans mouth and within seconds their tongues were sparring with each other in an intense French kiss. Like Bobby, Quack had decided to take his time with Susan and give her a sexual experience that she would never forget. And Bobby had every intention to do that same exact thing with Clay. Grasping Clays shoulders Bobby leaned towards him and firmly kissed Clay on his lips. Clay returned the kiss. It was a sweet and very innocent kiss but it was enough to send tingling electrical feelings that surged directly down to Bobby's loins. They kissed again, this time Bobby got a little more aggressive covering his mouth over Clays month. Before long both boys were panting long and deep with the sexual excitement that was building up in their loins. Drawing his mouth away, Bobby looked directly into Clay's deep green eyes, then said "Lie down on the bed on your back!" Clay immediatly did what Bobby had instructed him to do. Bobby sat down besides Clay. Bobby then repositioned himself so that he was now straddling over Clay's midsection. He could feel Clays rigid length pressing up between his lower bottom cheeks just touching his asshole. He leaned over and once again hungrily kissed Clay directly on his mouth. Clay returned his kiss and within seconds their mouths were slobbering against each other. Bobby prodded inside Clay's open mouth with his tongue and soon both tongues were fluttering against each other. They kept this up for a few seconds before Bobby finally drew his mouth away, a rope of spittle snapping wetly between them. And then Bobby slid down a little until he was straddling Clay at his knees. He licked Clay's throat and kissed his clavicle, then moving down even lower planted several kisses over the center and sides of Clays chest. A few seconds he attacked his tiny pink nipples, sluicing his tongue around Clay's left nipple causing the tiny little bud to become hard. He then sluiced his swirling wet tongue across the center of Clay's chest. He attacked his right nipple with the same intensity that he did to he s left nipple. He swirled his tongue around the little bud before fluttering his tongue around and against it causing Clay's right nipple to become hard also. He was doing exactly what Quack had suggested him to do, and that was to bring Clay to places that he had never been too before before he fucked the hell out of him. He slid down even lower straddling Clay's legs beneath his knees. He planted a series of wet kisses on his stomach, then darted the tip of his tongue against Clay's outie belly button, fluttering and licking the skin around it. All the time Bobby was using his lips and tongue on Clay, he just laid there passively panting deeply his smooth chest and stomach heaving up and down. And now for the real feast, Bobby thought. He moved down even lower the grasped Clay's rigid cock gently stroking the slender 4" inch length up and down. One thing about Clay's cock that Bobby noticed was that it was almost exactly the length of his own cock, though his cock was a tad thicker. He could only imagine how long Clay's cock would be when he became an adult. Holding Clay's cock at the root, Bobby licked the circumcised head darting his tongue against the tip. He swirled his tongue around, over the ultra sensitive V on the underside of Clay's cock then went down on him taking three of the four inches of Clays cock into his mouth. Pursing his lips tightly around the now throbbing shaft he started energetically bobbing his lips up and down, causing Clay to squirm and moan in which could only be described as sexual escasy. He moved his other hand down between his now outwards flailing legs to cup and gently massage Clays tight little ball sack. He could just barely feel the peanut size twin orbs still up in his stomach that had yet to descend into the darkly toned wrinkled sack. Finally Clay couldn't take any more. He let out an almost gurgled cry before falling into his most intense dry orgasm yet. His slender but lengthy cock started jackhammering spasmatically away between Bobby's bobbing pursed lips Bobby was surprised at the intensity of Clay's release, causing him to suck even harder to try to get him to ejaculate what Clay's tiny 9 year old balls could not yet produce. "Ayyhhhh!" Clay screamed in his soprano voice his head rolling over from side to side this way and that. When finally Clay was spent and his boy cock began to wilt Bobby lifted his mouth off of Clay's still jerking cock. Without even waiting for Clay to recover from the ultra intense dry orgasm that he just had, Bobby eased off the bed then said, "Roll over Clay. Its my turn now to get my rocks off! On the other bed, Susan and Quack were still going at it. After intense red hot foreplay that lasted for several minutes, Quack was now ready to fuck Susan like she had never been fucked before. Susan was now lying on her back looking up into Quacks's dark piercing handsome eyes as he hoovered over her. Her legs were were tightly wrapped around Quack's hips. He wasted no time positioning himself so that his rigid cum drooling cock was between Susan's outstretched legs, the protruding glans pressing against the hot moist hairy cleft. Eager to take the plunge Quack rammed his thick 7" inch length into Susan's. Hot wet pussy. Susan screamed when Quack penetrated her, then screamed again when Quack drew back a couple of inches or so to ram into her again, this time sinking down almost to the hilt. Soon both of their bodies were moving in together in unison. He had the condom on that Susan had given him on so Quack had no intention of pulling out when finally he came. At the same time Quack was fucking Susan, Bobby positioned Clay on his hands and knees ontop of the bed so that he could fuck Clay doggy style. Moving behind Clay Bobby told Clay to reach back with one hand and part one of his bubbly asscheeks. Eager to get fucked, Clay did exactly that. Braced up on both of his knees, and his left hand Clay reached back to part his right asscheek. The head of Bobby's cock was drooling with his natural lubrication. As stretched as Clays little asshole was Bobby positioned himself at Clay's pink puckered gaping opening and had no trouble whatsoever driving his 4"inch cock deep into Clay's hot clammy asshole on his very first thrust. He heard Clay cry out, but this time his cry was not a cry of pain. Instead it was a cry of pleasure. It was Bobby's turn to moan when he felt Clay's inner sphincter muscles clamping tightly around his now impaled shaft. It felt as if a tight fitting warm glove was embracing him. And then it started, Bobby pulled his deeply impaled cock back an inch or two, then drove forwards as hard as he could back into Clay hot little asshole. After a series of in and out thrusts, Clay helped him a little by pulling back when Bobby drew back then then pushing forwards towards Bobby to meet his deep driving thrusts. Before long they both were moaning and groaning as they moved together in unison as one. To enhance his rapidly pending climax, Bobby slid his left hand around Clay's hip to find Clay's penis. It didnt surprise him any to find that Clay had already become erect after dry climaxing only minutes before after he had given Clay one hell of a blowjob. He started rubbing and corkscrewing Clay's erection with his fingertips as he was fucking him hard and deep. It was Clay who surprisingly climaxed first. With one deep driving powerful balls deep thrust, Clay's cock swelled between Bobby's corkscrewing and stroking fingertips, then bolted hard, seconds before it started to pulse away at a rapid pace. Clays now twitching anal sphincter muscles brought Bobby off into his own intense gut wrenching orgasm. His boy cum jetted out in rapid hot spurts deep into Clay's twitching asshole causing Clay to fart around him without actually meaning to do so. Their combined orgasms seemed to go on forever, but forever for them lasted only for a several seconds. Finally the twitching and pulsing receded. Finally it was over and there tense bodies still joined as one relaxed. It was then that Bobby noticed something that he hadn't noticed before. The very tip of Clay's now floppy cock felt slightly slippery. It wasn't very much, perhaps just a tiny drop or two. Moving his fingers around and beneath Clay's floppy penis, Bobby found out something else that had just been revealed. Clay's balls had finally dropped, and they were now contained loosely in the small wrinkled scrotal pouch. About an hour later without actually saying goodbye, Bobby and Quack with their backpacks on their back and carrying their bed rolls under their arms.were once again back on the dirt road. They were walking slowly together heading for the Southern Railroad tracks that were located about a mile away. They had spent almost a month with the preacher and his family, a month that they would never forget. And now was the time to once again ride the rails.....