Date: Mon, 1 Jan 2024 17:35:47 -0500 From: James Karvonen Subject: Song of the Lonesome Steel Rails: 54. Part 7: (Texas: The Cattle Drive: January 1933 to May 1933) "So Little Chooch, since we got separated in Atlanta, what have you been doing with yourself over the past three months? " Quack asked. Bobby sighed. He wasn't sure how much detail he should go into about his experience at the brothel over the past three months. Would Quack think less of him if he were to go into his experiences at the brothel? "Mainly trying to survive Quack, " Bobby answered. "It looks like you've succeeded in surviving because you're here with me right now, right? " That was true, Bobby thought. " Yeah, I guess, it's been such a long time since we were last together, I didn't think I would ever seen you again. " "I'm here in the flesh, " Quack grinned. He gave Bobby another hug. Bobby returned Quacks affection. "So tell me how did you manage to survive? " Quack persisted. Bobby sighed. " After we got separated in Atlanta, I ended up with this crooked politician who promised to pay me if I helped him on his campaign tour throughout the State. He took advantage of me and never did pay me anything after spending about a month with him going all over the state of Georgia. He ended up selling me like I was a slave to this Moonshiner named Luke down there near Griffin, Georgia. Luke had three sons. Two of his son's, Leroy and Buster were just like their old man, cruel, vicious and didn't care who they hurt including their younger brother Josh who was my age. I was, was tortured and abused like you wouldn't believe. " Bobby continued. "Damn, how did you get away from them? "Quack wanted to know. "When Luke and is two older boys, Leroy and Buster started physically and sexually abusing their Josh, their youngest brother along with me Josh, Josh decided that enough was enough, so we ran away together." As Bobby continued his story tears, tears entered his eyes. The week that he had been forced to spend with Luke, and two of his sons had been one of the most traumatic and emotionally unsettling experiences in all of his young life. The fear that he might end up dead like a couple of other boys were rumored to be according to Josh, weighed heavily on his mind. "You ran away? " Quack exclaimed. "Uh huh. " Bobby nodded. " That's all we could do. Josh couldn't take any more of their abuse either. " "And what happened after that? " Quack wanted to know. "As soon as we reached the railroad tracks we hopped a freight train and ended up in a small town called Bremen, Georgia. In Bremen we hopped another freight train on another railroad that took us to New Orleans. " "Whoeee, that's a lot of traveling. And how long ago was that? " "That took place back in October. " Bobby answered. "And you two have been in New Orleans since October? " Bobby nodded. "That was three months ago. So where have you two been staying while down here in New Orleans? " Bobby shuffled from one foot to the other. He might as well go ahead and tell Quack where they had been staying and what had happened to him last night on New Year's Eve. "At, at a whorehouse called the Sheiks Brothel over on Bourbon Street. We met this lady of the night named Hannah who got on the train in Meridian, Mississippi. We told her about what happened to us back in Georgia and that we were heading to California together. The only problem was, was that we didn't have any money to continue our trip to California. We told her that we needed to earn some money so we could keep going to New Orleans. It was then that she told us that she worked at a brothel in New Orleans and just might possibly be able to find us a job at that brothel for a couple of months that would help us get on our feet if we, we would be willing to sell our, our bodies." Bobby stammered. Quack looked perplexed. "So what you are saying, is that, that you two ended up becoming whores? " "What choice did I have Quack? I couldn't find nothing else and I needed the money or I would never be able to get to California. " "So what happened, how did you get here? " "Last night the brothel put on a New Year's party, complete with illegal alcohol, girls and of course us and another little boy named Lucas. We called him Little Lucas because he was only 9 years old, the youngest at the brothel. Anyway, a little past midnight the place got raided by the police and I managed to escape down a fire escape in the back of the building. And as you can see right now I have nothing, no money, no extra clothes, no supplies, nothing to sleep in or to keep warm, cause being that it is winter it is going to get cold over the next couple of months. I just don't know what I am going to do Quack. I have no idea about what happened to Josh because Josh was working downstairs with another client at the time of the raid. He probably ended up getting arrested and more than likely is in jail right now. " Bobby sighed, tears streaming down over his smooth downy cheeks. "Don't worry little Chooch, you're with Quack now and I'll take care of you until you can get back on your feet. " Quack said reassuringly. Bobby choked back another sob then without even thinking wrapped his arms tightly around Quack giving him a warm loving hug. He buried his face against Quacks chest sobbing softly to himself. Quack returned Bobby's hug and kept on reassuring him that now that he was with him everything would be alright. For the next few minutes Quack and Bobby shared their warm loving embrace. Other hobos looked on, but didn't say anything. No telling what was going on in their minds as far as the relationship Bobby had with Quack. Besides whatever relationship they had was really none of their business. "You hungry? " Quack asked as they relinquished their embrace. Bobby nodded. "Come over to my campfire, and I'll give you something to eat. " Quack said putting his arm around Bobby shoulders. Together they walked over to Quacks small campsite, where Quack had some coffee brewing on the fire. "So, what are you going to do Quack? " Bobby wanted to know. "I'm heading to El Paso Texas, where I plan to spend the next couple of months. There is a cattle drive going from Hot springs Texas, to El Paso which is about 150 miles or so. The ranch that is sponsoring this cattle drive is called the Triple H Ranch and they're looking for cowboys to make this cattle drive possible. I guess you can call them cowboys nowadays. I'm going to try and hire on with this ranch that is sponsoring this drive. " "Have you ever rode a horse before? " Bobby asked. "Yeah, I've ridden horses before, a long time ago but I think I can still ride. The money is good, and that's what I need right now, money. " "Don't we all, " Bobby agreed. "I've already talked to someone about the cattle drive that's supposed to start sometime next week and they seemed interested in taking me on. Being that everything is modernized now, Cowboys are hard to find nowadays. " "That sounds like an adventure. How long will this cattle drive take? " Bobby asked. "A month at least from what I had been told. The ranch that we will be driving the cattle from is about two hundred miles or so north of El Paso, where the stock yards are. Say, if you want to make good money before continuing on to Bakersfield California, maybe you might want to go with me. Depends on their need they might hire you on also. " "But I'm only 12 years old, and I had never ridden a horse before. " "You can learn. It would be great if you can be with me and we could be together on this drive. " Quack continued. Bobby sighed. A month or so, he thought. He needed the money. There was no telling how far he would get on this cross country trip without money. He was contemplating seriously as to whether or not he should take up on Quacks suggestion. "Because of my age, how do you know they would take me on? " Bobby asked. "We'll never know if we don't ask. I'm sure that they could find something for you to do if you don't want to ride a horse rounding up cattle. But if you don't go with me during my initial interview a couple of days from now, we'll never know whether or not they would take. " "I don't know. " Bobby sighed. Quacks offer sounded good, but right now he was undecided. Getting to Bakersfield California, seemed like an almost impossible task. He had started his journey a little more than six months ago and he still wasn't even halfway across the country to California now. Bobby watched as Quack reached into his rucksack and took out a pot. He had a can of beans which he opened up and poured them into the pot to heat over the open fire. "How soon are you going to hop a train to El Paso?" Bobby wants to know. "Tonight maybe. The Southern Pacific Railroad yards are about a quarter of a mile or so away. That's the railroad I have to get to because my interview is El Paso will be two days from now, and the Southern Pacific Railroad goes to El Paso. " "So then more then likely you'll be leaving this later on today? " Bobby asked. "That's my plan. Don't you find it somewhat of a coincidence that our paths would suddenly cross just hours before I hop a westbound train to El Paso Texas? " Quack questioned. "Yeah that is something of a coincidence. " Bobby sighed. Not only did Bobby need money, but right now but more than anything else in the world he needed to be with someone, and that someone just happened to be Quack. It was as if fate had opened up its doors for him once again. It had been a long time since they were last together and he missed the love and affection, that Quack had given him during the few months that they had spent together before the incident that had separated them back in Atlanta, Georgia. "Okay Quack, I'll, I'll go with you. " Bobby decided. Another month or so no longer mattered. "Great! " Quack smiled. He gave Bobby a hug. Bobby hugged him back. "After we eat we'll head to the Southern Pacific Railroad yards. Hopefully we will avoid the railroad bulls and find a Westbound freight that will take us to El Paso, Texas. It's going to be a long trip from to El Paso from here so I hope you'll be able to prepare yourself for it. " Quack said. "I've survived this long, haven't I Quack? " Bobby nodded. Quack ruffled Bobby's dirty blonde hair and said, " Yes you have survived. You definitely had survived. " Bobby grinned. It was good to be back with Quack again. Two hours later packed up and ready to go, Quack and Bobby left the Hobo Jungle walking about a half of a mile or so to the Southern Pacific's freight yards. It didn't take them long before they found a westbound SP freight train waiting for the signal to leave the yard so that it could steam out onto the main line of the S.P Railroad. Quack and Bobby cautiously made their way along the length of the train trying to avoid any railroad bulls that might be in the area patrolling the yards. They found a box car about thirty cars from the caboose with its side door open. The car was an ancient wooden Rock Island box car. Wasting no time they quickly climbed up into the boxcar and made their way to the back of the car where they could not be seen by any railroad bulls who just might be in the area at that time. "Well we're here. From what I have been told some other boes who have ridden the SP Railroad from El Paso, to New Orleans, it's going to take about 2 or 3 days depending on traffic flow for this freight train to reach El Paso Texas. So now that we are here we might as well make ourselves as comfortable as we can get. It's going to be a long ride before we get to our destination. " Quack explained. He took off his runsack then dropped the blanket roll that he had been carrying down onto the dusty box car's floor. Bobby nodded in agreement. Due to the unavoidable circumstances that had occurred at the brothel he wanted to get out of New Orleans as soon as possible. Besides he wanted to continue his journey west to get closer to Bakersfield California someday in the not too distant future. "It's going to get cold tonight once we finally get moving, so you don't mind sharing my bed roll with me do you? " Quack asked already knowing what Bobby's answer would be. "What do you think? " Bobby smiled. It wasn't all that cold yet, but it would get cold. There was no doubt in Bobby's mind about that. Quack smiled then kneeling down unrolled his blanket roll spreading it out so that they could share the blankets together darkness set in. Right now it was about 4 in the afternoon. Another two hours and the sun would be setting in the western horizon. About 20 minutes after they had gotten settled in on the boxcar in the distance they heard two toots of the whistle from the steam locomotive that would be pulling the freight train west on the Southern Pacific line. They smiled at each other when the train finally lurched forwards. They were leaving New Orleans for good and were heading into a whole new adventure. At least unless something out of the ordinary happened they would be together this time. The train chugged out of New Orleans for about 20 minutes following the rolling Mississippi River, before crossing the river on the still under construction Huey P Long bridge into Bridge City, Louisiana. Because the bridge was still under construction the train crept over the bridge at a very slow rate of speed. Once over the bridge the throttle of the heavy 2-8-0 steam locomotive pulling the train opened up and the freight train was finally on the move at a relatively good pace. The weather was mild that afternoon for this time which made it a bit more comfortable for Bobby then it had been earlier that day when he stumbled onto the Hobo Jungle. As the train rolled along west through the Louisiana bayou country Bobby and Quack talked about anything and everything. It had been a long time since they had last been together and now they were making the very best of it getting to know one another once again. As darkness set in Quack shared even another meal with Bobby. He had enough food in his rucksack to last for at least two or three days. "You know Little Chooch, it's been over three months since I last seen you naked. " Quack's comment caught Bobby momentarily by surprise. He looked over at Quack giving him an almost inquisitive look. "So, what you are hinting is that you want to see me naked? " Bobby asked. Quack sighed." Actually it's been a long time since I had done anything with anybody. " "It's dark now, so how are you going to see? And besides how do you know I still want to do things like that? " Bobby teasingly asked with a smile etched across his face. "When you were at the brothel, did you enjoy doing things with your clients? " "Sometimes yes, sometimes no. It depended on who I was with. " Bobby answered. "When we were riding the rails together before Atlanta, did you enjoy doing things that we did with me? " "You know I did. " Bobby answered. He reached up and gently caressed Quack's bearded face with the palm of his hand. "Then, then things haven't really changed with us, have they? " Quack asked. "No, not really, except you have a beard now. " Bobby laughed. "I can shave it off completely if you like. " "No, that's okay. " Bobby was quick to reply. Bobby moved his hand away. He watched as Quack set up and opened up his one runsack. He pulled out a flashlight. "I'll be able to see with this when I turn it on. " Quack replied. And to prove his point, Quack turned on the flashlight. "I just put in some new batteries the other day. They should last for a while. " Quack continued. He moved the bright beam of light in and around the interior of the rocking box car, then flashed the light into Bobby's eyes causing him to squint. "Alright. " Bobby laughed, " I get your point. " Quack turned the flashlight off. " So, will you let me see what you look like naked now?" Quack asked. "Alright, if you persist, but under one condition. " Bobby said playing the game to the utmost. "And what condition might that be? " Quack asked. "That I get to see you naked also. " Bobby replied. Quack laughed. " Alright, you got a deal but let me see you naked first. " "Okay. " Bobby said. He reached up and slowly started to unbutton his shirt. "Hold it! " Quack called out. " Let me undress you. It turns me on doing things like that. Here, lie down on top of my blankets. " Bobby paused then eased over on top of the blankets that had been spread out earlier by Quack. Lying down on his back that Quack had he watched as Quack turned on his flashlight adding a little light to the back of the bouncing box car. Setting the flashlight off to the side, Quack knelt down besides Bobby then leaning over with both hands slowly started unbuttoning his shirt. Bobby just laid there looking up at Quack, someone whom he had thought that he would never see again. He felt his shirt flap open, baring his smooth chest and taunt stomach to the waist. "Here, sit up so that I can take your shirt off. " Quack directed. Bobby did what Quack had told him to do. He felt Quack whisking off his shirt baring him completely to the waist. A few seconds later he felt the warm palm of Quacks left hand pressing firmly against his smooth bared chest pushing him gently back down onto the blanket. Beneath his pants Bobby felt himself becoming hard, his rigid length tenting the front of his pants upwards. Having a sexual relationship with Quack was something that he really wanted to do, as opposed to having relationships with different men each night and and an occasional woman back at the brothel. That was something that he really didn't care for. The only real reason why he did that was for money, nothing more, nothing less, the money that Madame Eustace had been holding for him that he never had received due to the police raid on New Year's Eve that basically shut down everything. "What's this? " Quack chuckled, slowly sliding the palm of his hand down Bobby's taunt stomach past his belly button to the front of his pants. He gently rubbed and palmed his the tenting at the front of Bobby's pants. His gentle caressing and fondling sent chills of pleasurable excitement surging through Bobby's body. His rigid length flexed hard beneath Quacks cupping and rubbing fingers. Bobby chuckled. " You know what it is Quack. " He laughed thrusting his hips upwards against the cupped palm of Quacks massaging hand. Moving his hand away, Quack said, " Then I guess I must release it from its tight confinement, what do you think Little Chooch? " "Whatever you want to do." Bobby replied moving both of his hands up behind the back of his head so that his elbows were now winging outwards. "Alright. " Quack said, slowly unbuttoning the front of Bobby's pants until they opened up into a vee. The shiny circumcised head of Bobby's rigid member popped out now freed from the tight confinement of his pants. "Hmmm, what do we have here? " Quack hummed. He reached down gently grasping the helmet shaped head of Bobby's cock with his thumb and two fingers giving it a gentle squeeze. He heard Bobby gasp then felt his erection flex hard in response to his light gentle touch. "It feels like it's a little bigger then it was the last time I felt it." Quack said. He gently squeezed the ultra sensitive cockhead again feeling a drop of warm slippery pre-cum seeping out from the urethral tip. Gently he rubbed that seepage down the 5" length of Bobby's rigid shaft, feeling his cock flexing again in response to his touch. "You're ready for me, aren't you Little Chooch. " Quack smiled moving his pre-cum smeared fingertips away. Repositioning himself, Quack reached down with both hands grasping the waistband of Bobby's pants. Gently he pulled them down over his thighs, knees and legs to his feet, before pulling them the rest of the way off. With the exception of his shoes he was now lying there on top of the blankets as naked as he was on the day that he was born. Bobby shivered a little from the chilly air inside the boxcar, but the excitement that he was now experiencing far outweighed any discomfort that he had. It had been a long time since he had sex with Quack, and that was something that he had thought that he would never have again after they have been separated back in Atlanta. "Now let's see what we have here, " Quack said reaching over for the flashlight lying on the floor besides him. Picking up the flashlight, he directed the bright beam on Bobby's naked body that was lying prone in front of him. He moved the flashlight beam down over Bobby's chest and stomach to his crotch, where his erect penis was standing straight up proudly. He focused the flashlight beam on Bobby's crotch, then with his other hand tenderly grasped Bobby's rigid length pressing it downwards between his legs. He noticed at least ten to twelve fine wispy hairs about an inch long or so that had only recently sprouted at the root of Bobby's cock. "You have more hair down there then you had the last time I saw you naked. It won't be long before you have a full bush. " Quack quickly pointed out. Bobby didn't say anything. Despite the chill in the air Bobby was enjoying Quack's casual examination of him. Moving his fingers away Quack watched as Bobby's cock sprang back up at attention. "Now let's see how much more jism you have since the last time we made love together. " Quack exclaimed. Bobby knew right then and there what was going to happen next. He felt Quacks fingertips grasping his ultra sensitive shaft beneath the head taking it into light, gentle three finger grip. Slowly Quack started stroking Bobby's rock hard shaft up and down. With his other hand Quack continued to focus the flashlight beam on Bobby's crotch. He wanted to watch everything as it occurred. It wasn't long he had Bobby squirming and moaning in front of him. "Oh God! " Bobby moaned as he tensed, squirming this way and that way. "You're going to make me nut!" "That's what I want you to do. " Quack quickly pointed out. " I want to watch your jism squirt out all over you and then I'll clean you up afterwards! " "Ohhh! " Bobby cried out getting closer and closer to release. Seeing the way Bobby was now acting, Quack speeded up his stroke. "Ahhhh! " Bobby moaned finally reaching his point of no return. His whole body tensed as he fell into orgasm, his milky boy cum spurting out a couple of inches into the air before splattering down over his lower stomach, groin and thighs. More cum spilled down over Quack's stroking fingers. Quack continued masturbating Bobby until he was completely spent then kept stroking until Bobby's cum smeared shaft had become flaccid within his three fingered grip. Sliding his fingertips all the way down Bobby's now floppy slippery length Quack set the flashlight that he had in his other hand off to the side. With his now free hand Quack reached down between Bobby's legs to gently cup Bobby's hot clammy almost full grown but still hairless scrotum. He tenderly squeezed and milked the twin orbs that were contained within the wrinkled sack before leaning over to take the upper length of Bobby's flaccid cock into his mouth. His newly grown beard tickled Bobby's stomach. Once he had Bobby's cock in his mouth he tightly pursed his lips tightly around the cum saturated upper shaft and helmet shaped head. Without any hesitation Quack started sucking and bobbing Bobby's cock sending even more waves of undeniable pleasure surging through Bobby's hot young body. "Ahhh!!! " Bobby cried out, writhing and moaning. This was something that Bobby had not expected Quack to do to him, not that he was complaining. Before long he felt himself approaching yet another orgasm. This time what little cum he had left in his clenching balls squirted out against the back of Quacks throat. Quack continued to suck and swallowed ingesting whatever cum Bobby had left in his taunt twelve year old body. When finally he couldn't get any more cum out of Bobby's body he lifted off smacking and licking his lips in the process. Bobby gasped in relief. He hadn't felt anything like this since his training at the brothel. He just laid there in complete ecstasy his smooth young chest heaving up and down. "Are you all right Little Chooch? " Quack asked. He placing his hand gently on Bobby's slightly sweaty forehead, pushing back a cowlick of hair. "Yesss. " Bobby heard himself answer. "Yep, you even have more cum in your balls since the last time we had sex together. " Quack pointed out also. It took a few minutes before Bobby regained his composure. He set up and looked over at Quack who was grinning besides him. "Now let me do you." Bobby said. He reached over for the flashlight and shined the bright beam over at Quack. "With pleasure. " Quack exclaimed, then quickly started to undress. Before long Quack was just as naked as Bobby was. For the first time in a while Bobby looked lovingly at Quack's naked body. He looked just the same as he had looked the last time they were naked together over three months ago. His thick 7" uncut cock angled upwards from his thick bush of pubic hair. He watched as Quack laid down on the blanket roll besides him. He watched as Quack placed both of his hands behind the back of his head, his elbows winging outwards. This time it was Bobby's turn to pleasure Quack. And he was going to use all the techniques that he had learned at the brothel to give Quack the pleasure that he deserved after what he had done to him. Making a fist around Quack's thick veiny 7" shaft he started pumping him up and down. He would start off with the squeeze method to bring Quack off to potential orgasm, then just as he was about ready to cum he would squeeze the shaft tightly stopping his ejaculation at the moment of discharge. He watched as the tapered foreskin slid over and around the bulbous pre-cum glistening glans. "Oh yes, oh yes that feels so good. " Quack moaned. He began to tense and squirm. Bobby knew right then and there that Quack was getting close so we speeded up his stroke. "I'm, I'm going to do it! " Quack cried out, edging closer and closer to orgasm. When Bobby sensed that Quack was about to cum, he tightened his fist around the thick veiny shaft just when he felt the first tremors of release. He squeezed his enclosed fist as tightly around the shaft as hard as he possibly could. Sure enough other then a small trickle of ivory cum that seeped out from the very tip of his cockhead he was unable to completely ejaculate. "Ahhh, whatcha doing Little Chooch! " Quack cried out. "Shhhh." Bobby hissed." You sexually tortured me and I'm going to do the same thing to you. " Bobby exclaimed. Quack didn't say anything, his tense body now relaxing a little. After a few seconds Bobby once again started to masturbate Quack. As soon as he reached his potential release a second time, Bobby applied the squeeze method once again inhibiting his ejaculation. Quack was really carrying on now moaning and squirming yet he was enjoying everything that Bobby was doing to him. Bobby applied the squeeze method on Quacks throbbing blood engorged throbbing cock two more times before finally allowing him to ejaculate. Only this time before Quack could ejaculate, Bobby went down on him, deep throating him like he had been taught to do during his training at the brothel. To add even more pleasure to Quack's release Bobby slid his left hand between Quack's legs. Jutting out his middle finger he thrusted it up into Quack's slightly twitching hot clammy asshole to stimulate his prostate. Quack came like a Russian racehorse, spurting hot jets of cum into Bobby's mouth against the back of his throat in which Bobby swallowed almost a little too eagerly. His cheeks bulged outwards with each sure of Quacks hot cum. "Ahhh!" Quack cried out, much to Bobby's delight. Bobby sucked Quack dry before he finally lifted off leaving Quack lying on the blanket besides him in a post orgasmic bliss. After a few minutes of regaining his composure Quack croaked "Wow, that was intense. " "I figured that I would get you back for what you did to me. " Bobby softly said. Quack chuckled, sat up then took Bobby into his arms into a hot warm embrace. Both boys hugged each other tightly pressing their cum smeared lips against each other tasting each other. Yes, Bobby thought. Now that he and Quack were once again together, he had a lot more confidence that sooner or later he eventually would reach California even if his trip would be delayed in Texas. He needed It was just a matter of time. As long as he was with Quack, things didn't seem to matter any more.....