Date: Mon, 26 Sep 2022 17:01:31 -0400
From: James Karvonen <jameskarvonen5@gmail.com>
Subject: Song of the Lonesome Steel Rails -28

28.

     With their money now gone, Bobby and Quack had no other alternative
but to start walking the rails again and find some type of job enroute.
They both needed money now to survive. Without money they would have to
resort doing other illegal things that would include theft in order to
survive. They had a long way to go to get to their destination, and
already they were breaking the law by riding freight trains. The last
they wanted to do is resort to another illegal activity but survival
right now was their number one priority. If they were ever going to make
it they would have to survive, somehow, someway.
     When the Quack and Bobby discovered that there money was gone, Quack
immediately wanted to go after them. But they were in foreign territory
and neither Quack or Bobby knew which out of those eight boys that they
had been with that afternoon had taken their money. Besides they also had
no idea where they lived and the area they were in was rural and
mountainous.
     Between the two of them they had about three days worth of food that
would have to rationed if things were to go from bad to worse. But both
boys were determined to make it, and for now that was all that really
mattered.
     Since it was getting close to night time, they decided to camp at
the place they were at that night. Tomorrow as soon as the sun rose they
would hit the road again and hopefully find a westbound train to hop.
The next major city that they would be coming too from what Bobby could
remember would be Charlotte, N.C, and then Atlanta GA. Since Atlanta
Georgia was one of the major cities in the South, a crossroads so to
speak, larger then Charlotte, they planned to make Atlanta their next
stop. Bobby and Quack both felt sure that they would find some type of
temporary work there where they could at least earn a little money so
which would enable them to continue their trip.
     It didn't take long for the two boys to build a campfire. There were
woods all around them where they could easily gathered the firewood that
they needed for the campfire. By the time the sun had sunk in the western
horizon they had a nice blazing fire going. They cooked some baked beans
for their dinner that night, washed their cooking and eating utensils in
the river, then spreading out their blanket rolls and sleeping bag
settled down for the night. All around him they could hear the sounds of
nature, the nightbirds singing in the treetops and the buzzing and hums
of insects, and an occasional splash in the nearby river.
     Bobby and Quack laid side by side on their backs on top of their
blanket rolls looking up at the dome of stars above them. There was a
quarter moan just beginning to rise towards the east.
     "Its so peaceful out here, its just a shame that the good luck that
we had been having so far was suddenly taken from us by some damn thief."
Bobby complained.
     "It's my fault. When I ride the rails I usually go by this golden
rule that says don't trust anyone. I didn't even think about the
possibility that what money we had would be stolen by some kids that we
went swimming with who appeared to be real friendly. They use to tell us
at the orphanage that appearances could be receiving. That was one thing
that they were definitely right about."
     "I should have made it a point to watch our stuff." Bobby frowned.
     "Anyway, what's done is done. We can't keep fretting about something
that had already happened. We have to move on." Quack said.
     "Your right Quack. We can't change what has already happened." Bobby
conceded.
     "Anyway, I don't know about you but I feel like I'm under a lot of
stress right now" Quack admitted
     "After today, same here."
     "I know something that we could do to relieve our stress and anxiety
if you're game." Quack smiled.
     "Oh, and what could that be?" Bobby asked, not all that sure what
Quack was leading too.
     Without saying another word, Quack rolled over onto his side so that
he was now facing Bobby, braced himself up a little, then leaned over
towards him to kiss the younger boy firmly on his mouth. He kissed him
again.
     Now Bobby knew exactly what Quack had meant, and like Quack he was
more then ready to relieve the stress and anxiety that he was now
feeling. He reached up with his right hand, curling his arm around
Quack's shoulders and neck, then drew Quack even closer to him returning
Quack's kissed. For several seconds their mouths locked together, and
they both kissed each other deeply with all the love and passion that
they had for each other. They sucked almost greedily on each others lips
then darted the tips of their tongues together fluttering and jabbing.
Their heartbeats accelerated, as their passion for each other
intensified. Before long they were both panting and gasping for breath in
escasy. Finally, Quack drew away, a bead of saliva snapping wetly between
them. "Wow, that was intense, wasn't it?" Quack said.
     Bobby nodded in agreement, Despite the stress and tension that they
had felt after they discovered that they had been robbed, the warm loving
deep kisses that he had just shared with Quack had caused his penis to
become hard beneath his pants. "Yeah, that was pretty intense." Bobby
agreed.
     "I don't know about you, but despite what had happened today, right
now I'm feeling kind of horny."
     "Same here." Bobby said. "By the way, how did it go with that Indian
that you paired up with earlier this afternoon?"
      "It went okay, but I really don't want to talk about those little
bastards right now after robbing us like they did this afternoon. If only
I knew which one of those little shits did that?"
     "I know. I feel the same way."
     "We're just going to have to move on, that's all."
    "That's all we can do." Bobby said.
   As they were talking they heard the distant whistle of a southbound
train. The whistle moved closer and closer, and before long they could
hear the chuffing of the locomotive. After a couple of minutes or so the
train hit the trestle that crossed the river. It was a freight train
moving about 35 mph. They watched the train crossing the trestle in the
darkness listening to the rumbling and the rattling of the freight cars.
Smoke filled the sky blotting out the rising moon. Before long the train
was gone the wail of the lonesome whistle fading in the west.
     "I guess we'll be hearing trains all night crossing that trestle."
Bobby said.
     "Hopefully tomorrow night at this time, we'll either be on one of
those freight trains, or in a hobo jungle somewhere on the outskirts of
Atlanta." Quack exclaimed. He leaned over to kiss Bobby again.
     Bobby kissed him back, and once again their warm wet lips locked up
again as they were kissing long and deep.
     After about a minute or so, Quack drew back a little. Looking deeply
into Bobby's eyes, he could see the reflexion from the glow of the
campfire burning brightly in Bobby's eyes. "Do you feel like maybe having
sex together mainly to get our minds off of what happened today?" Quack
then asked.
     Beneath his pants, Bobby's erect cock flexed upwards in
anticipation. "Yeah, I guess. It's been a while since we last did
anything with each other."
     "That's true, anyway since your willing to have sex with each other
just lie back and relax, and let me do the work, okay."
     "What are you going to do?" Bobby asked.
     "What I've been wanting to do ever since we first met. Don't worry,
I'll be gentle and if it hurts just let me know, okay and I'll stop. And
then either way, tomorrow night you can do it to me if you want. So what
do you say?" Quack asked
     Bobby now knew exactly what Quack wanted to do. He remembered the
hobo who had raped him back when he arrived at Pointe of Rocks, Maryland,
and how much it hurt when the hobo rammed his thick rock hard cock all
the way up into him. He remembered that pain turning into pleasure,
though it still hurt for a day or so afterwards. But when the hobo raped
him, that had been forcibly. He really didn't have any choice in the
matter. Quack was giving him a choice, so he could either say yes or no
and if he said no, there would be no hard feelings afterwards. But as
aroused as he was feeling now, he decided to go for it. After spending
all this time with Quack, he trusted him, and knew deep down in his heart
that Quack would never intentionally hurt him. It didn't take long for
Bobby to give Quack his decision. "Okay, I trust you. But if you fuck the
hell out of me tonight, you know damn well that I'll fuck the hell out of
you tomorrow." Bobby warned.
     Quack laughed. "I know you will, and now just lie back and let me
get you ready for what I'm going to do."
     "I'm ready right now. All I need to do is just take off my clothes."
     "Let me strip you, that will make it more exciting to me." Quack
said. He reached down and unbuttoned his shirt baring himself to the
waist. He then stood up, unfastened his pants sliding them quickly down
over his muscular legs. He pulled down his underdrawers, stepping out of
them so that he was now standing before Bobby naked.
     Lying on his back, Bobby could not help but to admire Quack's strong
muscular 17 year old body. His cock was rock hard angling upwards just
above his washboard stomach a meaty 7"inches in veiny length from his
thick bush of curly dark pubic hair. The foreskin on his thick veiny cock
had pulled back exposing his bulbish pinkish glans that was already
glistening with pre-cum in the orange glow of the campfire. Looking at
Quack's well built muscular body caused Bobby's cock to throb even more.
He approached Bobby, then dropped down on his knees in front of him
straddling him at his thighs. His hands moved down to the front of
Bobby's shirt where starting with the top button.just beneath his collar
he slowly started unbuttoning it.
    Bracing himself up on his elbows Bobby watched as Quack took his
time, unbuttoning one button at a time until finally he had the front of
Bobby's shirt completely unbuttoned. He reached over and helped Bobby
take off his shirt, so that he was now bared to the waist.
     Sliding back a little more, Quack reached back down to unfasten
Bobby's pants, opening up the front of his pants into a vee. Slipping
both hands down to Bobby's hips, he curled his fingers around the
waistband  and pulled Bobby's pants down over his smooth slender well
defined legs to his feet. With one last tug Quack pulled Bobby's pants
the rest of the way off leaving him lying there naked. He tossed Bobby's
pants off to the side,
     Looking up at Quack, Bobby smiled. "You enjoying yourself?" Quack
asked.
     "Damn right! And I see that you are more then ready for me." He
continued. Reaching over he grasped Bobby's erection flippingtbe rigid
appendage back and forth a couple of times. Bobby's penis flexed in
response to Quack's touch. He gave the slender length an upwards squeeze
watching as a bubble of slippery pre-cum oozed out from the tiny urethral
slit. He used the ball of his thumb to smear the pre-cum around and over
the mushroom shaped head. Releasing Bobby's now throbbing cock, Quack
said, "Now to find something to grease your hot little asshole up with so
I can ram my thick cock up into you."
     "Ooooh, I like the way you talk." Bobby chuckled. He sat up and
watched as Quack stood up and walked over to his backpack.
     Quack opened his backpack and started rummaging through it. A minute
or so later he came up with a jar of vasoline. He pulled it out of his
backpack then walked back over to Bobby.
     "This should work. Now grab your knees and lift them up over your
head."
      Lying on his back Bobby raised his his knees up a little, leaned
over then hooked his hands up underneath his knees. He lifted both knees
up over his head leaving his bubbly asscheeks and now gaping asshole
exposed to whatever Quack wanted to do. With both hand Bobby reached down
between his legs, then cupping his well rounded bottom cheeks parted them
as far as they would go, leaving his pink asshole gaping even wider now
then before.
     Quack moved behind Bobby, scooped out a dollop of vasoline with the
tip of his middle finger. While Bobby was in that position with his
gaping asshole exposed, Quack smeared a little vasoline over and round
the puckered ringlet then rammed his greased up finger into Bobby's
asshole pushing his middle finger in all the way to the third knuckle
causing Bobby to grunt. He pushed his impaled finger in and out four or
five times, twisting it around to make sure Bobby's inner depths were
well greased up with the vasoline. When he was satisfied, Quack twisted
his middle ginger out of Bobby's hot clammy depths, then scooping out a
little more vasoline, greased up his rock hard cock. When he finished
Quack was ready to take the plunge.
    "Okay, Little Chooch, get ready." Quack warned.
     "I'm ready whenever you are." Bobby answered.
     Quack eased in even closer to Bobby, then grabbed both of he's legs
spreading them apart into a V. He dropped down between Bobby's
outstretched legs then lifted them all the way up lifted them up,
positioned them so that they were now hingeing over his broad shoulders.
He moved in even closer reaching down to grasp the root of his now
throbbing erection. He drew back, his foreskin a little, took aim then
positioned the head against the gaping opening then slowly pushed in,
stretching the ringlet and inner folds a little so that it would
accommodate the girth of his thick veiny 7"inch shaft.
     "Ahhh" Bobby cried out feeling a slight pinch of pain. Once impaled
about an inch or so Quack grabbed Bobby's hip bones for a little more
leverage, eased back an inch or so, then pushed in even harder.watching
as his thick shaft slid the rest of the way in to Quack's hairy root.
     "Ahhhh!" Bobby cried out a little louder. He felt another pinch of
fiery pain resulting from Quack's deep driving in inital thrust, but
after a few seconds or so that pain ebbed into an almost pleasant dull
ache.
    Now fully impaled Quack waited for a few more seconds before he
slowly started to move in and out.
     "Oh yes, that's good. That feels so good." Quack moaned clutching
Bobby's hip bones even tighter. He started speeding up his in and out
thrusts as the warm tingling feelings deep within his loins started
intensifying his hips hunching up and down.
     With the initial pinch of pain now gone when Quack started fucking
him was gone, Bobby was now feeling his own deep rising warm tingling
pleasure. He started gasping for breath, causing Quack to move even
faster.
   "Uh, uhh, uhhh!" Quack grunted thrusting as hard and as deep as he
could.
      "Ah, awwhhn, awwh." Bobby responded, feeling Quacks thick length
ramming all the way into him.
     Both boys were now breathing hard and deep with each and everyone of
Quacks deep driving thrusts. It was Bobby who reached his point of no
return first. On Quacks very next deep driving thrust the trigger was
pulled.
     "Ahhhhh!" He cried out as he broke hard. His cock bolted as a rope
of boy cum exploded out of his now pulsing length hitting Quack in the
chest as he hoovered over him. Bobby's twitching sphincter muscles
brought Quack off into his own intense climax. He filled Bobby's
twitching asshole to the brim with his gushing thick white cum. Some of
his cum even burped out from Bobby's twitching asshole. And then it was
over.
     Quack stayed impaled in Bobby's still slightly twitching asshole for
another minute or two before he finally pulled out with a loud wet pop.
He lifted Bobby's legs up off of his shoulders, then collapsed on the
blanket besides Bobby with his post orgasmic afterglow. For a minute or
two neither Bobby or Quack said anything. Finally Quack broke the ice by
saying, "That was a good one."
     "Yeah, it sure was." Bobby sighed. His now flaccid cock still
tingled pleasantly with his warm afterglow.
     Not lying side by side, Quack reached down and pulled his blankets
over them. As the campfire continued to burn in the waning nightime, the
two boys huddled up even closer to each other. No further words were said
as both boys relaxed listening to the nighttime sounds that were all
around them. They stared up into the dome of twinkling stars above them.
As their slender naked bodies relaxed they found themselves slowly
dozing. Above them a shooting star the sky shot through the sky bringing
forth the close of another day.
     Early the next morning Bobby and Quack found themselves once again
packed up and walking along the railroad tracks. At least three freight
trains passed them, one going north and the other two heading south, but
the southbound trains were going way to fast to even possibly attempt to
jump them. By noon with the sun blazing down on them, they came to a
small town. Since they had no money to eat with, they once again took to
their packs getting out a couple of cans of beans to eat. They gobbled
the beans down lightening their load a little, then continued to walk.
About a mile south of the small town they noticed a caboose at the end of
a freight train that was not moving. They were in luck. A freight train
was stopped just ahead of them on the main line.
     "We got to get on that train!" Quack exclaimed.
     "Your right about that." Bobby agreed.
     "We need to walk in the woods around the caboose so the conducter
and brakeman don't see us."
     Bobby agreed wholeheartedly with what Quack had just said. About 100
yards from the caboose, Bobby and Quack darted into the woods. They
navigated in the woods around the caboose making sure they stayed out of
sight from the conducter and brakeman who were in the caboose. The woods
were thick with an occasional thorn bush and thick shrubbery reaching out
to snag them but they managed to get through all the natural barriers,
passing the caboose and about ten freight cars from the caboose without
being seen before cutting back to walk besides the railroad tracks. They
came to several empty Southern Pacific wooden cattle cars and finally
found one of the cattle cars with it's sliding door halfway open. They
wasted no time climbing into the cattle car. The floor of the cattle car
was surprising covered with fresh clean hay. Apparently it was going out
west too pick up a load of cattle for a shipment to the slaughterhouses
in the east. At least now they wouldn't have worry about sleeping on a
filthy box car floor. They would be sleeping on top of warm clean hay
instead. Another advantage of the cattle car was that the walls were
fluted because when cattle were shipped they needed the air to circulate,
thats why the sides were fluted. The open fluted sides of the cattle car
would enable them to look outside without being seen by a switch tower
operator or station agent.while the train was moving. So this part of the
journey they would be riding in luxury compared to how it had been since
leaving Alexandria, Virginia riding in dark filthy box cars. Now it was
only a matter of time before the train started moving on it's westward
journey. With any luck, their next stop would be Atlanta, Georgia. How
long it would take for them to reach Atlanta remained to be seen.
Hopefully depending on how fast the train that they were now on would be
moving, they would reach Atlanta within the next twenty four hours. All
they could do now was just settle back and relax.
     About a half hour later they heard the hiss of air beneath them as
the air brakes were released. A few second later they heard two toots of
the whistle, followed by a sudden lurch and loud chugging from the
locomotive pulling the train. After three weeks of going nowhere, they
were once again on their way heading south towards Atlanta to begin the
next phase of their cross country journey......