Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 02:02:16 +0100
From: Lamort DeLioncourt <lamortdelioncourt1954@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bobby and I   Chapter 9

Bobby and I
Chapter 9

Once we sat on the sofa, the man asked us how we planned to pay for our
tickets. Bobby wasted no time telling him we would let him suck our dicks
for two tickets to the city. The man laughed, and said, "What if I don't
want to suck your little dicks?" Bobby said, "Well, then I guess we will
have to suck you." The man laughed again and asked us if we even knew how
to suck a dick. Instead of answering, I grabbed his belt buckle, unlatched
it, lowered his zipper, and pulled his pants to the floor. The tent in his
briefs said he was interested.

I pulled his pee stained briefs down to his knees, exposing his rather
small dick. He was uncircumcised and smelled bad. I grabbed his meat,
skinned it back hard, and swallowed it on one try. He was balls deep in my
mouth. Next, I grabbed his ass cheeks and started pulling him deeper into
my mouth. He finally got the idea, and started face fucking me. With each
inward thrust, his nutsack slapped against my chin. I turned on the high
speed sucking, and he started moaning. When his head tilted back, I knew
cum was on the way. He let out a loud grunt, got his hands behind my head,
and pulled me all the way on to his cock. With one more thrust, he buried
himself in my throat, and I felt the surge as cum jetted down my
throat. After the first four shots, I pulled back so he was shooting in my
mouth. He filled my mouth, and I used it to bathe his cock. He immediately
softened, and began to pull out. I applied more suction to make sure I left
no cum on his cock.  By the time he pulled it out, his cock was clean and
limp. Bobby switched places with me and grabbed the cock, directing it to
his mouth. When he took the head in, the man hollered that he was too
sensitive for any more sucking. Bobby released him.

When he recovered from the sucking, he pulled up his underwear and pants
and buckled, and zipped. He told me I was a great cocksucker and would give
me a special card to show other train personnel, to let them know that I
bargained for my tickets. I thanked him.

He told Bobby to get off the sofa so he could sit down. As soon as he sat
down, he motioned Bobby over to him. He pulled Bobby's pants and briefs
down, and checked out his boy parts. He played around with Bobby's dick and
balls, and Bobby popped a boner. The man stroked him a little, and then
motioned to me to join them. I was concerned about how I looked down there
because of all the surgeries. I thought now was as good a time as ever to
learn how to handle this situation. I got in front of him, and he instantly
pulled my pants and briefs down. Like with Bobby, he checked out my boy
parts and then decided to play with my dick and balls. He started stroking
my dick, and I hardened. With a full on boner, he could see my nutsack and
the scars. He handled my sack, feeling around trying to figure out what was
what. He finally asked why I only had one nut. I told him my Dad busted my
nuts, and I had to have one cut off. He kept feeling the empty side of the
sack, and I could see the hard-on in his pants. He was getting hotter by
the minute, by handling my empty sack. I got Bobby's attention, and pointed
to the man's lap. Bobby saw the boner and nodded. He dropped to his knees,
and began to undo the man's pants again. Soon a stiff dick was sticking out
of his pants. Bobby swallowed it, and began sucking. The man started to
stroke my dick in time with Bobby's sucking of his dick. As the sucking and
stroking got faster, the man started to squeeze my only ball, and it
started to hurt. I knew we had to finish what we were doing to get our
tickets. I gave Bobby a nudge, encouraging him to make the man shoot. He
did his best, and he had the man shooting cum in less than a minute. When
he started to shoot, he released my ball and dick, and I backed away from
him. I pulled up my briefs and pants.

Bobby finished with him, including cleaning him up. The man looked at us
and said, "You know, I would have loved to suck your little dicks, but
you're both cut and I don't like cut cock." I asked him what a cut cock
was, and he told us it was a cock without a foreskin, a circumcised
cock. He told us he liked to chew and nibble on a nice long foreskin. He
also liked to slide his tongue into it and circle the head.  We both told
him we were sorry. He told us it was ok, because he had gotten to play with
a kid who only had one ball. The thought of it made him horny again; I saw
his boner stretching out the fabric of his pants.

Before anyone could do anything, the train pulled in to the station and it
was time for us to go.

We thanked him for the tickets, and he told us to look him up next time we
came to Montauk. We told him that we would.

We got on the train for Penn Station, and when the conductor came around
checking tickets, he reminded us we had to change trains in Jamaica.

We got ourselves a seat under a heater vent. The night had gotten cold. We
snuggled up, and the conductor brought us a blanket. We covered up and were
soon asleep. It was a two and a half hour trip to Jamaica Station, and we
slept most of the way. The conductor woke us up about 10 minutes from the
station.

We changed trains and in 20 minutes, we were in Penn Station. We took a
minute to get our bearings, and found out the train we needed was on the
third basement level. We got down to it, and only two ticket vendors were
open.

We chose the booth with the white haired older man. We went over by his
booth and sat down on the bench in front of his window. I kept looking
around as if I was confused, and he soon came out of his booth. He asked us
what we were doing here this time of night. We used the sick relative story
again, but this time the relative was in San Francisco. He asked how we
intended to pay for our tickets, and I told him we hoped to work for the
tickets. He asked what it was we thought we could do to earn the tickets. I
pulled out the card from the man in Montauk, and handed it to him. He
looked it over, and got a big grin on his face. He told us he thought he
could arrange something, to give him a few minutes. He went back into his
booth and picked up the telephone. After several telephone calls, he came
back out.

"I think I have it arranged for you boys, but you're gonna have to work a
bunch to pay for the tickets." he said. It turned out that each ticket was
over $100 dollars. He also told us we needed to work for food, because the
trip would take three days. He told us he would give us a list of "friends"
that we could find on each leg of the trip and they would be happy to help
us on our journey.

It sounded great, but deep down I knew that this was all about the sex,
nothing more, and nothing less. In the end, our mouths, dicks, and asses
would get us to San Francisco.

Mr. Barnes put all of the information into a voucher wallet with our
tickets, and told us to follow him to the employees lounge. We still had
two hours before the train left, so I figured it was time to pay for the
tickets.

He took us into the men's lounge; we were the only ones in it. It had a
couple of faux leather sofas, and a large table with chairs. He sat down on
one of the sofas, and got comfortable. He motioned for me to come over to
him, which I did. I stood in front of him, waiting for him to tell me what
his pleasure would be. He spoke softly, and told me to remove my pants and
underwear. I did so. He took my dick in his hand and rubbed his fingers
over the head. I hadn't become accustomed to direct stimulation on the
head, and I found it slightly painful now that I was missing my
foreskin. My dick began to harden regardless of the pain. It quickly became
fully erect. Mr. Barnes continued to stroke it, soon I was pumping out
precum, and he was smearing it all over the head. With my dick standing up,
Mr. Barnes was able to see my nutsack. He reached out for it and took it in
his hand. He gently massaged my one ball and my sack. I felt him touching
the scars, and he asked how I lost my nut. I told him I had been ball
busted.

He turned me around and massaged my butt cheeks, gently pulling them apart
so he could see my boyhole. He got up from the sofa and told me to go and
lay over the arm of it. At that moment, I knew the tickets were going to
cost me a butt fuck. I lay over the sofa arm, and he moved up behind me. I
felt his finger trail down my cleft and stop at my boyhole. He spit into
his hand and greased his meat. I was thinking about how painful this dry
fuck was going to be.

I felt him release his pants, and push them down. He stepped up so his cock
was pushing against my boyhole, and with one push, he was balls deep in
me. I realised that there had been no pain, and the only thing I could
think of was that he must have an extremely small dick. His inward
thrusting motions didn't even hit my prostate. While he fucked me, he
called Bobby over and told him to get naked. He had Bobby stand over me, so
that he could suck Bobby while he fucked me. He lasted a long time, before
pulling me to him and burying himself in me. I felt his hot cum shooting
into me. He shot about eight shots. He left his cock in me, while I
squeezed it, and returned to sucking Bobby with all his skill. It was only
a couple of minutes before Bobby unloaded in his mouth. Mr. Barnes
swallowed all of Bobby's boy juice before pulling off his dick.

He told us to get our clothes on, that we only had a few minutes left
before our train would be pulling into the station. We dressed quickly, and
he took us out to the platform to wait on the train. It was less than a
minute when the train pulled in and stopped.

The conductor got off, and helped the passengers to disembark the train.

When everyone was off, the conductor indicated that the embarking
passengers should climb aboard and find their seats. Mr. Barnes introduced
us to Mr. Cavendish. He checked his clipboard, and told us he had an empty
room in the Pullman car, and that was where he was going to put us. He
didn't want people seeing us running around the rest of the train.

He escorted us to the Pullman car, and directed us to our room. The room
was tiny. It had two single beds stacked one on top of the other. There was
a commode, and a sink. When the beds were stowed, there was a small sofa to
sit on. He told us to get comfortable and stay in the room until he came
back.

When we were alone, I asked Bobby if he had seen Mr. Barnes' cock. I told
him I could hardly feel anything when he pushed it up my ass. He told me
that he had seen it, and it was so small he wondered how the man was going
to fuck me with it.  I dropped my pants and sat on the commode, expecting
to expel a large amount of gas, but there wasn't any. I sat for a few
minutes waiting for his cum to drain out of me, but it didn't happen. I got
up and pulled my pants up. I told Bobby I wasn't sure if he had fucked me
or not. He laughed and said it didn't matter we got the tickets.

We felt the train start to pull away from the station, and we both turned
around on the sofa to look out the window as we left Penn Station
behind. Once again I thought about never seeing Grandma again. However, it
was exciting to realise that in three and a half hours we would be at Union
Station in Washington, DC.

Mr. Cavendish knocked and opened our door. He stuck his head in and told us
he would be back in about 30 minutes. He needed to make sure his passengers
were comfortable and they didn't need anything. He told us to be naked when
he came back. As he went out the door, I laughed as I said to Bobby that it
was time to pay for the room. I stripped out of my clothes, and hung them
in the tiny closet. When I finished, Bobby did the same. We sat on the
sofa, looking out the window. I kept popping boners from the vibration of
the train wheels. Bobby noticed, and said, "You haven't shot your load
yet." I nodded my head. He climbed up on his knees, and put his chest over
the back of the sofa. He then looked at me and told me to fuck him.

I got the soap from the sink and stretched his boyhole as much as I
could. Then I soaped my cock up. I moved up behind him, and held my cock in
my hand while I lined the head up with his boyhole. With everything in
place, I put the head against his hole and began a slow push in. I expected
him to whine and complain about the pain but he didn't. I was soon
thrusting in and out of him, hitting his prostate with every inward
thrust. Each time I connected with his prostate, he grunted and moaned. I
asked why he wasn't having any pain, and he told me that after watching me,
he decided to stretch and finger fuck himself every night for the last
month.  I increased my thrusting speed, and buried myself balls deep. I
noticed that with only one nut, there was no slapping against Bobby's
sack. I was disappointed.  I maintained my pace, and soon felt the pulsing
and expanding of my cock. As I told Bobby I was about to cum, I did. I shot
half a dozen times, filling his boy ass with my juice. When I stopped
thrusting, I began to soften and my cock slipped out of his ass. He made a
run for the commode before cum started running out his ass, making a mess
everywhere. It only took a minute for him to clean up, and we were once
again sitting side by side just at Mr. Cavendish had directed.

I told Bobby that I liked fucking him, and he responded with, "I wanted you
to pop my cherry, just like I did yours. I think Mr. Cavendish wants to
fuck us, so I wanted to make sure that you were the first to fuck me."

We turned around and kneeled on the sofa, so we could look out the window
as the landscape rolled by.

It was well past breakfast, and we were both hungry. We were trying to
decide what we would have to do to get some food for breakfast.

While we discussed breakfast, Mr. Cavendish returned. He knocked and opened
the door. He was carrying a service tray, which he placed on the coffee
table. He had brought us bacon, eggs, pancakes, fresh fruit and milk. He
told us to sit down and eat. He said, "I figured you might be hungry by
now." We thanked him for breakfast as we ate.

When we were nearly done, he started stripping off his clothes. He stacked
his uniform on the table to keep it neat. When the pants and underwear slid
down and off, a large sausage sized, cock was hanging between his legs. He
was uncut, and hanging soft, he must have been eight inches. His nutsack
was low hanging and his nuts looked big. We both stared at his cock, and he
smiled and said, "Take a good look boys, because you're both going to do
some work on this big boy."

He moved the coffee table out of the way, and lowered the bottom bunk from
the wall. It was just the right height to bend a couple of young boys over
for a good fuck. I knew we were going to take it up the ass now, I was just
hoping he didn't tear our asses up too much with that big sausage of his.



This is an original work of homoerotic non-fiction. © 2013 Lamort DeLioncourt
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