Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2006 00:13:23 -0400
From: carl_mason@comcast.net
Subject: HOBO TEEN - 5

Copyright 2006 by Carl Mason

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the written permission of the author.  However based on real events and
places, "Hobo Teen" is strictly fictional.  Any resemblance to actual
events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.  As
in real life, however, the sexual themes unfold gradually.  Comments on the
story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author at
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This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between males, both
adults and teenagers.  As such, it is homoerotic fiction designed for the
personal enjoyment of legal, hopefully mature, adults.  If you are not of
legal age to read such material, if those in power and/or those whom you
trust treat it as illegal, or if it would create unresolvable moral
dilemmas in your life, please leave.  Finally, remember that maturity
generally demands safe sex.

This story is highly indebted for its inspiration and many of its details
to the book Riding the Rails; Teenagers on the Move During the Great
Depression by Errol Lincoln Uys.  New York: Routledge, 2003, and the
award-winning documentary film by Michael Uys and Lexy Lovell, Riding the
Rails, produced by WGBH Educational Foundation, Boston, 2005.


CHAPTER 5

(Revisiting Chapter 4)

Before they knew it, it was time to leave the home of the good couple that
had sheltered them, as well as the jungle that contained many new friends.
Even though Cali had inveighed against hitchhiking, telling Cy over and
over again that it was one hell of a lot more dangerous than catching out,
Cy wasn't sure that he was strong enough as yet to ride the rails.  Thus,
they stood with their bedrolls at the side of U.S. 20 West, some miles
outside Albany.  His thumb high in the air, the Gloucester boy smiled a
little sadly.  If he were to go in the opposite direction, he would
eventually find himself riding down Commonwealth Avenue in Boston.  He had
to wonder what adventures lay to the west.

(Continuing Our Story - Dragon Jack & the Charleston Express)

Seeing the two of them and their gear, most cars simply sped on by.
Eventually, however, a heavily loaded Ford AA stake bed truck slowed and
pulled way over to the side.  Cy ambled up to the driver's side and said,
"Nice truck, Mister.  Any chance of me and my brother gettin' a ride?"  The
driver, a powerful man probably in his late 30s, looked down and replied,
"Well, how far y'all going, kid?"  "We'd be obliged if you'd take us as far
west as you're going, sir," Big Brother answered politely.  "Guess I can
handle that," the driver drawled.  After telling them where to stash their
bedrolls, he told them to hop in.

Once they had squeezed into the seat beside the driver, the boys fell
silent.  Man, he was big - over six feet...and all of it muscle.  Wearing a
black leather cap, a dark shirt and pants, and work boots, he looked at
them silently.  Cali was sure that the hairy forearms that ended in
enormous hands grasping the wheel had to be as big as his thighs.  The
little blond's eyes bugged out when he saw that one of the forearms bore a
tattoo of a great, fire-breathing dragon.  Wow!  Breaking into a wide grin,
the driver stuck out one paw and chortled, "Mornin', guys.  I'm Dragon
Jack!  And you?"  The boys immediately relaxed, laughed, stuck out their
hands, and introduced themselves.  "You drive, Cy?" Jack asked.  "Nah," the
Gloucester lad answered reluctantly.  "Maybe you can teach me.  I learn
fast!"  "I'd like to, Big Guy, but not this time," Jack responded.  It's
going to be a long trip.  We've got a real heavy load of equipment for
Charleston that's been sent express - and, as it is, we have to stay over
one night in Harrisburg.  Have either of you boys been in those towns?"
Noting the looks and head shakes that told him that they hadn't, he
continued, "Well, anyhooo, let's get this show on the road!"

There wasn't much talking as they drove.  By the time there was anything
more to say, the sun was high in the sky and they had already left 20 to
head southwest towards Binghamton.  Suddenly, Dragon Jack stretched and
grunted, "I don't know about you guys, but I'm getting hungry.  Shall we
stop at a diner in the next town?"  Cy gulped.  Mrs. Logan had sent along a
couple of meat sandwiches and a mess of raw vegetables, but he thought that
they had better keep them for supper.  He hadn't thought that they would
get such a long ride and had planned to stop in towns between shorter
hitches and "hit the stem."  The youngster absolutely hated the idea of
begging, but his money was gone and that was that.  "Jack," he spoke in a
low voice, "we're not all that hungry.  Could we stay in the truck and wait
while you have lunch?"

Dragon Jack snorted derisively, saying, "Boys need to eat!"  Reaching down
and stroking Cy's upper thigh, he added that he was sure that "something
could be worked out."  "It's a long ways to Charleston," he added; "a man
needs company, and a man has other needs.  You take care of me, and I'll
take care of you.  I know how things are, boys, but nobody gets a free ride
in this life - and there's no free lunch either!  I guess I could feed the
two of you good - and give you a bed when we have to stop - and I could
sure make you feel good.  But, you know, a man has to choose.  I respect
that.  If you're not interested, I'll let you off here or I'll let you off
at the next town.  No bad feelings...and no rough stuff.  Wadda yuh say?"

Cy's face said that he was keeping iron-handed control of his emotions.
"If I give you everything you want, will you stay away from my little
brother? the fifteen year-old asked quietly.  "Everything?  When I want it?
With a good attitude?" Jack murmured.  "Yeah, though if you want to fuck
me, you'll have to take it easy.  I've got some problems."  "Cy..." Cali
interrupted.  "Be quiet, little brother," Cy said in the same deadly quiet
voice.  "Yeah," Jack said definitively.  Cy nodded, just as definitively.
Conversation ended until they stopped for lunch.  Cali kinda turned
sideways and buried his head in his big brother's chest.  He didn't say a
word.

As they walked into the diner, Dragon Jack said that he had to hit the
john, told them to get a table, and order coffee for him and drinks for
themselves.  Sitting down at the table side by side, Cali looked at Cy and
said seriously, "No one has EVER done anything like that for me before, Cy.
I love you...so much."  Slightly embarrassed, his brother mumbled, "It's
going to work out ok, Cali.  It's like chopping wood or cleaning out a barn
for some food or a little money.  It's not like holding you in my arms
while you slept like I did a while back."  The little blond looked at him,
his eyes as wide as saucers, his mouth open.

"Ok, boys," Jack chortled as he slid onto the seat.  "Thanks for ordering
my coffee.  Within reason, you're welcome to order anything you want.  Just
don't send me to the poor house!" he laughed.  Before they were through,
all three of them were full.  Two burgers each with all the trimmings,
fries, ice cream, and refills on the drinks saw to that.  (Oh, Cali had a
large piece of pie to go with the ice cream, but Jack only ruffled his hair
and said that he didn't see where it all went.)  They were all laughing and
talking animatedly long before the waitress brought their bill over.  Cali
saw it...95 cents!  "Wow," he breathed with a guilty look.  Jack grinned,
ruffled his hair again, and they were off for Binghamton.

Jack stopped at an auto court on the far side of Binghamton and rented a
good-sized cabin for the night.  ("Enough driving for the first day!" he
growled.)  Following dinner and after Cali had showered, Jack said it was
time for the two "big guys" to scrape off the road dust. Turning the water
on in the shower to warm up, he put no pressure on the boy as the two of
them stripped.  Turning around, he noticed that Cy was blushing and clearly
hung up on removing his superjock.  "Come here, young'un," he commanded
gently.  Holding one hand in the middle of the lad's back, he used the
other to slowly strip the cloth from his lanky body.  "Lord God Almighty,"
he breathed as Cy's stuff came into view.  "Boy, you are magnificent!  Talk
about being hung like a young stallion!"  Saying no more, he took the
blushing boy's arm and guided him into the shower.  Quickly he washed his
own hair and his body.  Giving himself a final rinse, he saw that the teen
was simply standing dumbly beside him, the water coursing down his body.
"Hey, boy, a shower is the greatest thing in the world after a long day on
the road!  Got problems?"  Cy grimaced, gulped, turned a little redder and,
in his embarrassment, said that he had never had a shower.  "Used the tub
on Saturday night, sir," he mumbled, "and I wasn't the only one who had to
clean up."  "Land a' Goshen," Dragon Jack cussed, "you haven't lived!  Get
over here in front of me!"  Without missing a beat, he lathered up the
boy's hair and then his shoulders, slowly massaging the rich soap suds into
his drum- tight body.  "Relax, young'un," he whispered into the ear of the
lad whose body was about as flexible as a steel girder!  Gradually sensing
that Jack meant him no harm, the Gloucester teen slowly relaxed and leaned
back into the older man.  As his heart rate slowed and he gained control of
his breathing, he had to admit that it felt...wonderful!  As Cy closed his
eyes and leaned his head back against Jack's chest, the man slowly ran his
soapy hands over the boy's biceps and forearms, over his developing pecs,
and down his torso.  His fingers played lovingly with the flat planes of
the youngster's lower stomach and the ridge of cartilage that separated his
lovely torso from upper thighs that were already strong and muscular.

His arms cradling the boy, he whispered, "Turn around."  In something of a
daze, his eyes still closed, Cy obeyed.  Both of them were hard erect, the
spectacular genitals of the mid teen slapping forcefully against the heavy
penis of the man.  The boy gasped slightly, but did not tense.  "Good boy,"
Jack whispered as his soapy hands rubbed over the youngster's triceps, his
back, and onto his firm and beautifully formed buttocks.  Cy felt as if he
were floating as the man crouched and continued his adoration of the finely
shaped thighs and calves.  "Very well, my young friend," whispered his
mentor, "carefully raise your foot and place it on my thigh."  As the boy
followed his instructions, Dragon Jack looked upwards and beheld a scene of
classical beauty.  The youngster's head was thrown back, his face - eyes
closed and mouth open - raised to the light.  As the water splashed down
over his body, he had raised his arms slightly to provide balance.  As he
had been directed, one leg had been lifted slightly in order to place his
foot on the man's thigh.  Carefully, yet thoroughly, Jack washed his feet,
his shins, the heavy quadriceps at the front of his thighs and, oh so
gently, his imposing genitals.

Dragon Jack's voice finally showing extreme stress, he cried hoarsely, "Can
ye give me some relief, laddie?"  "Oh, yes, sir," Cy responded in an eager
young voice.  Tensely, he added, "I owe you...I want to!  What can I do?"
With a grunt, the man stood and then indicated that the boy was to kneel
before him.  "Do yuh have an idea of what to do now, young'un?" he growled.
His mouth eagerly reaching for the older man's dripping cock, Cy performed
his duty with open enthusiasm - to the great pleasure of his mentor.
Before he was through, the lad let loose a mighty shout as, untouched, his
cock exploded, spraying great globs and strings of cum into the shower.

Afterwards, the two men grinned openly at each other as Jack wrapped a
towel around the trim waist of the young man from Gloucester.  Once back in
the room, Cy dropped his towel beside the bed and climbed in beside an
already sleeping Cali as Dragon Jack collapsed into his bed with a grunt of
deepest satisfaction.

The second day's trip (from Binghamton to Harrisburg) was more of the same
- other than for the fact that much of the tension had disappeared from the
relationship between the three travelers.  As Cy stood at the washbasin
that morning, for instance, Jack came up behind him and pressed his naked
body against the teen.  When Cy grinned into the mirror and wiggled his ass
against Jack, the man actually giggled and swatted the youngster's butt.

After Cali had run for the john at a rest stop, Jack did introduce one
problem.  "Normally, Cy," he said, "I would drive as far as I could today,
but we've got to stop the night.  It's my boy's birthday, his thirteenth.
Becky and I don't live together any more.  Given my life, Johnny lives with
her.  But he still knows I'm his dad," he added fiercely.  "I'd be obliged
for your help, Cy."


To Be Continued