| HOBO | ||
| I had just been released from the
juvenile detention center about a month after I turned 18. Seems the police
became concerned after they caught me for stealing a car and knocking over a
liquor store. This does not include a previous rap sheet, just the current
stuff. They would let me out of the clapper if I’d agree to live with my
Grandparents on their Texas ranch. I went there and did a bunch of tough work,
repairing barb wire fences, feeding stock, shoveling shit and a bunch of other
stuff I really didn’t want to do. I wanted out. Grandma didn’t see me as I peered into her kitchen one day. She was on a step stool tucking a few bills in a cookie jar. Guess it was her nest egg money. This got me to scheming. One day, when no one was in the house, I got the jar and counted the crumpled bills. Christ! There was over a hundred and fifty dollars. I made up my mind right then. I stuffed the crumpled bills in my pocket. As an after thought, I went to bedroom and raided Grandma’s jewel box. Then I took off. Down the road a bit there was a railroad track. I was in luck. A slow freight was just pulling by. I found an open door and hopped into one of the freight cars. It was a cattle car. The floor was covered with fresh straw. I gathered some of the straw, put it in a corner of the car and made a pillow. I lay back feeling pretty smug as the train gathered speed. Guess we had traveled about an hour when the train slowed again. I was surprised when two more bo’s climbed in the car. I hadn’t expected company. They were older than me. They looked like cowboys. Probably drifters. They moved to the other end of the car, sat, and stared at me. In a bit, they both got up and moved my way. I smelled trouble. “Hey, bo’. You got any money?” “Just a couple bucks, I replied, trying to act cool. I was jerked to my feet. “We’ll see how much you got” Hands frisked my pockets pulling out the wadded bills and the jewels. “Hey, look at this,” one exclaimed to the other. Looks like the kid pulled a heist.” “O.K., O.K. I ripped someone off. Now give it back.” “No way,” was the reply. Both men laughed. “Bet the cops are looking for you right now, kid. Ever done any previous time?” “Yeah,” I replied. I hoped my admission might get me on their good side. “I’ve done time too. Last time I was in, I got fucked in the butt. Ever had a cock in your ass kid?” I didn’t like what I heard. I jumped to my feet and headed towards the car door. I was going to jump. I didn’t care how fast the train was moving. A flying tackle spilled me the floor. I was dragged back to the corner and thrown down in the straw. Both guys stood over me leering. “You know, I’d like to see what this kid’s got hanging between his legs,” one said. “Probably not much,” the other replied. “But why not. Looks like he has a cute, tight ass. Wonder what it looks like bare?” “You know one thing; he sure ain’t going to report this to the cops.” Both men laughed. “Undress, Kid. Mind us and we’re gonna treat you real good. If you don’t, we’re gonna kick your ribs and your teeth in.” A boot caught me in the side. These guys weren’t kidding. “No, Please!” One of the men raised his foot, ready to kick me again. I had no choice. I had removed my shoes and shirt. I unbuckled my pants and removed them. I could not force myself to remove my jock. I was grabbed and foreign hands jerked it down and off my legs. My involuntary erected dick stood upright. I was lying there completely nude, held in submission. The eyes of both men were on my crotch. “Well, Goddam. Look at that nice uncut peter. I’ll bet there’s a pretty little cherry underneath that skin. I’m gonna pop it out so we can take a look.” My shaft was grabbed, squeezed, and the skin pulled back so far it hurt. My red tip slipped out, fully exposed. “What a cute prick. What a nice little pee hole. Wonder if that pee hole can maybe give us a little surprise.” A spittled thumb ran across its top. “Now let’s feel those nuts of yours” My balls were fondled. Each ball was squeezed to where it pressed against the skin of the sac showing its size. “You got a nice set, boy. Maybe we’ll even get a larger surprise from your pee hole.” “I want to see his ass”, the other man said. I was unceremoniously rolled over. My legs were spread. “Look at those firm rounded buns. What a nice tight crack.” Hands grasped my cheeks. They were pried open to complete maximum. The pad of a stiff finger scratched at my asshole. “Press down, boy. Press down like you are trying to shit. I want to see that thing blossom out. I strained and pressed down. My asshole opened. I could only hold it that way for a few seconds, then it returned to normal position. “Do it again, boy.” I pressed down again. A dry finger was pushed up my asshole. “Please. NO! STOP!” I pleaded. “Shuddup and obey us. Want us to throw your clothes off the train? The railroad bulls would find a nature boy aboard wouldn’t they. They’d turn you over to the cops, too. Wouldn’t they.” I lay helpless in the straw. They had taken the money I had stolen. I had no idea what they were going to do to me or make me do to them. If I told the cops what they did, I’d be be arrested and sent back to jail. I was at their mercy. I lay there in the moving, swaying car listening to the click of the tracks and the whistle of the train’s engine. “Let’s bet on how far the kid can shoot his cum. What about twenty bucks each of Grandma’s money?” It was agreed. One measured distance by making little piles of straw as markers. I was stood up. A hand grabbed my cock and started pumping. My dick swelled to full mast. One of the men got behind me. He reached between my legs and fondled by balls, a wiggling finger pushed up into my ass. I was squirming almost out of control. I felt a second finger being squeezed into my tight bung. “I’M COMING!” I screamed. My cock was held higher, providing the best arc which would allow the longest distance. I was pumped faster. I convulsed. My wad flew out of my dick followed by some shorter shots. I was exhausted. I was allowed to lie down as bet money was collected. Both men stood in front of me and stripped. They stood naked fondling their hard-ons. “Think the boy’s rested enough to give us a blow job?” “I think so, the other replied.” I was pulled to my feet. My face was pushed against one mans chest. “Start licking my tits, kid.” My tongue ran across one hard nipple then moved to the other. I went back and forth like a windshield wiper. “OK. Now move your head down slowly. I want to be washed all of the way down”. I tasted dirty sweat as my tongue moved lower. I felt a hard cock against my cheek. I grasped it, looked at its head and put it in my mouth. I did this voluntarily. I knew I’d be made to do it anyway. The big prick, lubed with my saliva, filled my mouth. I kept my tongue busy. I felt the tip swell and pulsate. Hot cum flooded my mouth. I swallowed. I was made to do the second man the same way. Rails clicked by and the engine whistled. Train watchers would have no idea that in this particular car men were doing things to me and I was being made to do things to them. I was ordered to sit and draw up my legs so I was fully exposed. The men viewed my cock, my ass and my asshole as they slowly recharged. “I’m going to suck his cock,” one man said. He crawled to me and put his hand on my peter, fondled it until it was fully hard, then slipped it into his mouth. I was suckled like a starving baby working on mama’s tit. I blew my wad into his mouth. He spit it on my chest. I laid there and said nothing. I just wanted to get some strength back. I watched the men fondle themselves. Their pricks were hard again. Both were conjuring up what they would do next. “You know, this is a cattle car. Let’s play two bulls and a cow. Come here, cow. Get down on your hands and knees.” I was forced to all fours. My head was pushed down into the straw. My legs were opened wide and my butt-cheeks spread. I heard gommies being coughed up for lubrication. Some was spread on and inserted into my asshole. “Now press down again like you need to shit. I want to see your little brown flower come to full bloom. Dammit! Press harder. Ah! That’s better. That’s being a good cow.” A hard prick slid up my ass and didn’t stop until a pair of balls prevented it from going any farther. My ass was slapped around as the long prick rammed back and forth. I was making sounds as my breath shortened. “Say MOO, cow.” “Moo.” “Louder!” “M-O-O-O.” Both men laughed at my obedience. I felt my cheeks slammed extra hard. Warm cum shot into my ass. The second man watch the limp peter of the first withdraw. “My turn now. Come on cow, I want you to moo for me too.” My asshole was burning when the second man finished. “Please, no more. Please let me go.” “No way. Your busy little tongue is going to clean our assholes first. We want them both nice and clean and shining.” “I won’t I said.” I wasn’t going to lick any ass. They would have to kill me first. I won’t do it. One of the men held out his cupped burley hand. “Then this hand is going to take your balls and start crushing them. You’re going to be screaming hard and will do anything to have me stop. You’re gonna be glad to poke your nose into our cracks and your tongue is going to run a hundred miles an hour. Now get over here.” The train started to slow. Both men glanced at each other. They had really done most of their thing. It was time they moved out. They hurriedly dressed and jumped out of the cattle car door. The slow click of the rails came to my ears. It had to have been a dream. My ass was still smarting. I was still naked. I knew it wasn’t. I dressed, gathered a pile of straw and lay in it. I cried. The train moved slowly through the town. At the other end, before speed was increased, two more men climbed aboard. They looked at me. “Kid, you got any money? Hey. Look at your nice body.” I was really paying for my sins. |
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