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Archive name: hobo.txt (MM/m-teen, rp, v)
Authors name: Red Dragon (redragon@interserv.com)
Story title : Hobos, The

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The Hobos (MM/m-teen, rp, v)
By Red Dragon (redragon@interserv.com)

***

Boy learns what goes around comes around when he steels 
money from his grandmother and sneaks out of town on a 
rail car.

***

I had just been released from the juvenile detention 
center about a month. Seems the police became concerned 
after they caught me 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 barbwire 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 hobos 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 briefs. I was grabbed and foreign 
hands yanked them down and off my legs... My 
involuntarily erect dick stood upright. I was lying 
completely nude, held in submission. Both men were 
inspecting my naked crotch.

"Well, Goddamn. 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. 
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."

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 your pee hole will show 
us even a bigger surprise."

"Hey! Let's roll him over I want to see bare ass," the 
other man said.

I was unceremoniously rolled over. They spread my legs.

"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 moved over 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 its normal position.

"Do it again, boy."

I pressed down again. A dry finger was pushed in me...

"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, 
all naked, 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 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 under 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 worked 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, both 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 
man's 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 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 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. No one would ever hear my cries for help.

I was ordered to sit and draw up my legs to my chest 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 mamma'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 
regain some strength. 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 as the long prick rammed back and forth.

"Say MOO, cow."

"Moo."

"Louder!"

"M-O-O-O."

Both men laughed at my obedience. 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 smarting real bad 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, then momentarily stopped. The 
men glanced at each. They had, had their fun. Maybe a 
brakeman would walk by and catch them. They hurried 
decided to get off. They quickly dressed and jumped from 
the cattle car door. The train restarted. The slow 
clicking of the rails came again to my ears. This had to 
have been a dream. My ass was smarting. I was still 
naked. It was no dream.

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 
into the car. They looked at me.

"Kid, you got any money? Hey! Bet you have a cute peter 
and a nice ass."

The End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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