California Dreaming

Chapter 6

I’m not sure what it was, but I was a little uneasy about the explanation that James had given about his cuts and bruises. I couldn’t help but feel guilty, maybe if we had gone and looked for him when I suggested it, we may have been able to prevent him being mugged. Then there was the way Charles was acting, he was the one who wasn’t worried about James yesterday when he wasn’t with us.

As we worked that day, I noticed James going out of his way to avoid Charles. I also noticed Charles talking to James several times, it looked like he was scolding him, James was just hanging his head and not answering back.

As we were walking home after work, I walked with James.

I asked, “are you alright?”

He glanced in Charles direction, then gave me a slight smile, “yes, I’m fine, Thanks.”

That evening after dinner, Patrick and I were in our room, getting ready for bed.

I asked, “what do you think is going on between James and Charles?”

He gave me a puzzled look, “what do you mean?”

I sat on the bed, “I just don’t believe the story about James being robbed, or least they are not telling us the whole story.”

He asked, “why do you say that?”

He sat next to me, I said, “they were acting strange all day today at the station.

He nodded, “yeah, I noticed that too. Maybe Charles is just upset with James for not coming home with us, like he should have.”

I shrugged, “maybe, it just seems like something else.”

He gave me a kiss on my cheek, “it’s really none of our business anyway, we just need to watch out for each other better, that’s all.”

I gave him a smile, “I suppose you are right.” I pulled him on top of me as we fell back onto the bed, kissing deeply.

He pulled back, “someone sure is a bit randy tonight.”

I grinned, “you have that effect on me.”

We finished undressing and resumed our kiss, stroking each other. I went down between his legs and took his cock into my mouth, after months of practice, I was now able to take his big dick about three quarters of the way down my throat. I went back and forth between his hard cock and soft full nuts, licking them up one side and down the other. I pushed his legs up and licked further down until I reached his hole. Patrick really liked his hole being licked, it turned him into putty in my hands. Once I had his hole wet, I gave his cock one more good suck, savoring the drop of precum that had formed on the head of his engorged cock. I worked my way up his smooth chest and gave him a passionate kiss. My rock-hard cock was resting at the opening of his eager hole. Patrick reached down and grabbed both my ass cheeks and pulled me forward. I was soon resting my nuts against his ass, we held our kiss as I started to push in and out. I always loved it when we looked into each other’s eyes as we made love, I always just got lost in those eyes. Patrick was pushing back with every thrust I gave him, over the past months, we had learned how to give each other the maximum pleasure. I felt his breath quicken, as was mine. His cock was trapped between our stomachs, it erupted coating both of us in his white cream. His spasms caused his ass muscles to contract on my cock, milking it until it filled his hole with my love juices. I collapsed on top of Patrick as we caught our breath. As always, we cuddled together and drifted off to sleep.

The next day, we had another busy day at the train station, James and Charles still seemed to be upset with each other. Once we were finished and started to head back to Mrs. Morgans, I saw the boy that was talking to James the day he was mugged. He was headed in the opposite direction, but I saw him look at James and James looked back at him. He was far enough away that I couldn’t see him well, but I thought I noticed that he also had a black eye and some bruises on his face too. James glanced toward Charles, then turned back as he shoved his hands in his pockets, and we continued to walk home. I decided I must have just imagined the bruises on the boy’s face, but I was still worried about James.

As soon as we got home, I suddenly forgot about James when Mrs. Morgan gave me a letter that had come in the mail today, it was from Henry. I had written to him as soon as I got to Chicago to let him know I arrived safely. I ran out to the front porch and sat down to read it. Just as I was finished reading it, Patrick came out and sat beside me.

He asked, “was it a good letter?”

I shrugged, “partly, it is from Henry.”

He smiled, “what did he have to say?

I said, “he told me that my father knows I am a queer, and just as I thought, he never wants to see me again. Thankfully the guys that caught us didn’t know who Henry was, so his parents still don’t know about him. He said he misses me and is still waiting to see me starring in my first movie.”

Patrick chuckled, “starring in your first movie? What does that mean?”

I looked at the ground, “that’s why I want to go to California, to try and get into acting.”

He looked at me in surprise, “really, you want to act in the movies?”

I nodded, “yes.”

He grinned, “what other little secrets are you keeping from me?”

I said, “I wasn’t keeping it from you, it just never came up.”

He asked, “so you still want to go to California?”

I tilted my head, “yes, I do. But I still have a long way to go to have enough money saved up.” I could see he was deep in thought, I asked, “so, what do you want to do with your life? I mean, you surely don’t want to unload railcars for the rest of your life.”

He swallowed hard, “I don’t know, I have never really thought about it.”

I went into one of my daydreams, “ever since I saw that first play with my parents when I was 10, I have always wanted to be on the stage. Then when I saw my first motion picture, I knew I would have to go to California to be an actor. Didn’t you ever have a dream about what you wanted to be when you were a kid?”

He shrugged, “do you promise not to laugh at me?”

I said, “of course, I promise.”

Patrick sighed, “I like to write stories.”

I smiled, “that’s great, do you have anything I can read?”

He nodded, “I have a couple in an old notebook up in our room.”

I put my arm around his shoulder, “I would like to read them sometime.”

He smiled, “maybe some time when we are bored.”

Mrs. Morgan came out and told us dinner was ready, I folded my letter up and put it in my pocket and we went inside to eat. Once we finished eating and helping Mrs. Morgan clean up, I went back out to the front porch to reread my letter from Henry. Patrick headed up to our room and smiled at me, “when you finish reading your letter, I might let you read one of my stories.”

As I finished rereading my letter for the third time, James came out to the porch and lit up a cigarette. He sat down and stared off into the sky as the sun set. He sighed as he blew a mouthful of smoke out in front of him. I moved over next to him.

I asked, “how are you doing?”

He gave me a half-hearted smile, “I’m fine, thanks.”

I said, “you don’t really seem fine, if you would like to talk about it, I’d be happy to listen.”

He shook his head, “there’s nothing to talk about.”

I turned his face to me, “it seems like there is, you and your brother have been acting strange ever since you got mugged. It might help to get it off your chest.”

James took a deep drag from his cigarette, “do you promise not to tell anyone?”

I nodded, “of course.”

He looked around to make sure no one else was on the porch, “did you see the guy I was talking to the day I got beat up?”

I said, “yes, I saw you talking to him.”

He blew out another cloud of smoke, “we are friends, I went to his place that day and Charles found us.”

I was confused, “so what, why can’t you have a friend?”

He took another drag, “we are more than friends, Charles caught us together.”

I still wasn’t understanding, “caught you? Caught you doing what?”

He looked up at me with those sad eyes, “we were “together”.”

It suddenly dawned on my what he meant, “oh, and now Charles won’t let you see him again?”

James shook his head, “yes, he won’t let me see him again.” He rubbed his black eye.

Things were becoming clearer, I asked, “did James hit you?”

A tear rolled down his cheek, “he has my father’s temper.”

I wrapped my arm around James, “did he hit your friend too?”

James nodded as he broke down sobbing. I was suddenly seething, I knew there was something about Charles that bothered me, but this was inexcusable.

I asked, “how long has he been treating you like this?”

James sniffed, “since he started drinking.”

I said, “drinking, Mrs. Morgan doesn’t allow drinking, and where does he get his booze? We still have prohibition.”

He replied, “he knows a guy near the train station, he steals my money to buy it. I’m sure if we went to his room right now, he is halfway through a bottle.”

I was seeing red now, I wanted to barge into his room and beat the living hell out of him.

James saw the look on my face, he begged, “Ivan, please don’t say anything about this to anyone, please. If Charles knew I told you this, he would beat the tar out of both of us.”

I took a deep breath, “don’t worry, I won’t tell him, but I want to help you.”

He crushed out his cigarette, “what can you do?”

I asked, “do you trust Patrick?”

He nodded, “sure, but you can’t tell him either.”

I pulled him up, “we have to tell him, come to our room and we can figure something out, please.”

We quietly made our way up the stairs, we paused at Charles door, I heard him snoring inside.

I whispered, “good, he’s asleep, come on.”

We walked into our room; Patrick was on the bed writing in a notebook. He smiled at me, “hey, I was just writing a little… oh hi James. What’s going on?” He saw the look on our faces.

I explained what James and I had talked about; Patrick was just as upset as I was.

He stood up and walked toward the door, “that son of a bitch, let’s go wake him up.”

James pleaded, “no, please, that will only make things worse.”

I grabbed Patrick’s arm, “he’s right Patrick, we should tell Mrs. Morgan, maybe she can help.”

Patrick pulled out his pocket watch, he said, “no, there’s no need to get her involved, I have a better idea.” He had a look on his face that I had never seen before.

I asked, “what are you thinking?”

He asked, “do you still want to go to California?”

I said, “well sure, but what does…”

James was looking at us wide eyed.

Patrick continued, “there is a train leaving in about an hour, it will be full of empty crates to go back to California. We can hide behind those crates and we in California in three or four days.”

I asked, “are you crazy?”

Patrick grinned, “no, I have been thinking about it since you told me you that you wanted to go to Hollywood. I don’t have anything keeping me here and maybe I could write a movie for you to star in.”

James was still just staring at us like we were insane.

I turned to him, “what about it James, you want to go to California with Patrick and I?”

He was stunned, “now?”

Patrick said, “can you think of a better time?”

We each packed our suitcases, and quietly snuck down the steps. It must not have been quiet enough, Mrs. Morgan met us at the bottom of the stairs. We explained what we were doing and what had really happened with James and Charles.

She was very upset, she said, “I’ll go get him out of bed right now and throw his sorry butt out of here.”

James stopped her, “no, please Mrs. Morgan, wait until we are out of town.”

She agreed and pack us some food for the trip, and said, “you boys be careful and remember to always look out for each other.”

She refused when we tried to pay our rent for the rest of the week, she hugged us all and we made our way to the train station.

 

To be continued…