California Dreaming

Chapter 7

We made our way to the train station under the cover of darkness, we paused at the corner of the depot. We saw the night guard walking down the tracks, checking the cars. Once he was out of sight, we snuck onto the car that we had unloaded hours before and jumped inside. We moved some of the empty crates and crawled behind them, we restacked the crates to cover the opening we had made. We sat silently waiting for the train to start moving, the only sound I heard was the beating of our hearts. We were all tight against the back wall of the car sitting rigidly with our hands wrapped around our knees. After what seemed like hours, the train finally lurched and we heard the whistle blow, a few minutes later we were gaining speed, we were on our way. We all let out a sigh of relief and started to relax a bit. I smiled to myself, I couldn’t believe Patrick was doing this for me, well, and for James too. As the train got up to full speed, we relaxed even more and were swaying with the rocking of the railcar. James was sitting on my right and Patrick on my left.

I turned to Patrick, “thank you.”

He turned to me, “for what?”

I smiled, “this, getting me to California, and for helping James get away from Charles.”

James looked around me, “yes, thank you Patrick, thank you too Ivan.”

Patrick shrugged, “it’s no big thing, I’ve always wanted to see the ocean anyway.”

I told James, “You deserve better, we are glad to help.” I leaned over to Patrick and gave him a kiss.

James let out a small gasp, I looked to him, “are you alright?”

He said, “yes, but did you just kiss Patrick?”

I chuckled, “yes, is that a problem?”

He shook his head, “no, I guess not. Are you two…?”

Patrick snickered, “just like you and your friend from the train station.”

James seemed to be pondering what we had just told him. He sighed, “I thought I was the only queer.”

I put my hand on his shoulder, “no, there are a lot more of us than you know.”

Patrick said, “yes James, you have no reason to be ashamed, and you don’t have to worry about Charles anymore.”

This seemed to put him at ease, he laid his head on my shoulder, I leaned onto Patrick, and we let the motion of the train rock us to sleep.

We were woken up by the blowing whistle as we pulled into Omaha. We once again sat motionless as some more empty crates were thrown on the car that we were in. An hour later we relaxed again as the train was rumbling down the tracks.

James was deep in thought, I asked, “are you going to be alright?”

He gave me that half-hearted smile, “yes, I’ll be fine. I just wish John was coming with us.”

Patrick asked, “is John your friend that Charles caught you with?”

He nodded, “he was my first, um…, friend.”

I chuckled, “it’s ok James, we understand.”

Patrick said, “yes, we both have fond memories of our first friends too.”

His eyes widened, “you mean you weren’t each other’s first.”

Patrick shook his head, “no, mine was William, you remember William, don’t you?”

He nodded, “yes, he joined the navy a few months after me and Charles moved in. Do you mean William was like us? So, you and he?”

Patrick nodded, “yes, he is and yes we did.”

I smiled at Patrick, “so tell us about William, I know James met him, but I don’t know anything about him.”

James said, “I didn’t really know him, he was only here a short time before he left for the Navy.”

I grinned, “yes tell us one your stories, maybe we can turn it into a movie.”

Patrick started, “well I did say I would give you a story sometime when we were bored, we have 8 to 10 hours before we get to Denver.”

James and I each pulled an apple from the bag of food that Mrs. Morgan had given us, and each took a bite as Patrick started his tale.

After my grandmother died, I had no family nearby. Since the landlord kicked me out of the house that we were renting from him, I had been staying around one of the shanty towns that popped up when the depression started. Robert was walking back to Mrs. Morgan’s from the train station and saw me leaning against a tree. He asked if I needed a place to stay, I told him that I did, and he took to work at the docks with him and the others the next day. Of course, Mrs. Morgan welcomed me and so did the rest of the guys. I noticed William the first day, I had started to have the feeling that I might like guys for a while now. I just found myself staring at him every chance I got. His sky-blue eyes, his square jaw and he had such a great smile. I got instantly hard that first night when I saw him come out of the bathroom without a shirt. He had such a muscular chest, and his arms were so big. Not to mention, he was so nice and kind when he talked to me, well to anyone really.

I was still having nightmares about the night my parents were killed in the house fire. On the night that the fire happened, my father quickly carried me outside to safety, my mother was trying to get my little sister out. When she didn’t come out fast enough, my father went back in for them. I heard my mother screaming and my sister crying, then my father was yelling for both of them. The fire burst through, breaking the windows, and suddenly I couldn’t hear any of them. Our neighbor was holding me as the fire department arrived, they went in to look for them, but quickly came back out, the fire was too hot by then.

One night I was having one of those dreams, it was the worst one yet. Just like that night of the fire, my father put me down and ran back in for my mother and sister, but this time there was a guy yelling at me for not going in with my father to help him. I was crying, “but I am only 5 years old.” The guy just kept yelling at me to go help. I must have been screaming in my sleep because the next thing I knew, William was sitting on my bed, holding me, and telling me that everything was fine, it’s not my fault. When I realized it was a dream, I broke down crying, William just continued to hold and comfort me. I’m not sure how long he held me, he just let me cry it out and stay in his arms, those strong arms. Once I calmed down, I noticed that we were both shirtless, and the skin-to-skin contact was starting to have an effect on me. I took a deep breath as I looked into his eyes, he smiled at me and asked, “are you going to be alright?” I nodded, “I think so, thank you for sitting with me.”

He said, “happy to help.” We held our gaze and without saying a word, we each moved closer to each other until our lips met. I had never done anything with a guy before, or a girl for that matter, but it all came so naturally, and William was so gentle with me. I felt my cock swell to its fullest, and as we continued our kiss, I saw William was just as hard as I was. He laid me back on the bed and slowly pulled my underwear down. I gasped as the cool air hit my stiff cock, then jumped when William took me into his warm mouth. He ran his hands up and down my chest as he bobbed up and down on my manhood. I had never felt such pleasure, it only took a few minutes before I was shooting my cream into his mouth. He held me tight as my entire body shook and shivered. He smiled at me as released my cock and came up for another kiss, I could taste my semen as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. He broke our kiss as he asked, “did that feel good?” I just nodded, still speechless.

He chuckled as he stood up to leave, “are you going to be able to sleep now?”

I sat up, “yes, I think so, but please stay.” I was staring at the bulge in his underwear, I couldn’t take my eye off it. I asked, “can I …?”

He replied, “are you sure? You don’t have to.”

I reached up and pulled his underwear down, damn, his cock was just as beautiful as the rest of him. I tentatively reached up and took him into my hand and stroked him slowly. I pulled him closer and licked the drop of clear liquid that had formed on the head of his cock. I continued on and went as far as I could down his engorged shaft. He let out a deep moan as he placed his hands on the back of my head, he whispered, “that’s feels good Patrick.” Hearing his words of encouragement gave me the confidence to keep going. It didn’t take long until I was rewarded for my efforts and my mouth was filled with his warm semen. I savored the taste as I swallowed every last drop.

I asked him to stay with me that night, he climbed under the covers with me, and I was able to get a good night’s sleep.

James and I were sitting there looking at Patrick, the glazed look in his eyes disappeared and he came back to present time and looked to me, then to James and said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ramble on like that.”

James shook his head, “no, not at all, that was a very nice story, thank you for sharing it with us.”

I nodded in agreement, “yes, William seems like such a nice guy.”

James asked, “did you and Willaim keep, um… getting together?”

Patrick chuckled, “yes, we spent two or three nights a week in one of our rooms. About two weeks after our first night, we were in William’s room and he wanted me to fuck him, but he was too tight, so he fucked me instead.”

I interrupted, “he was too tight because you have a big cock.”

Patrick blushed as James’s eyes went wide, Patrick said, “it’s not that big, but I found out I really liked being the one who gets fucked.”

James looked at me, “so have you fucked him?”

Patrick smiled, “oh yes, he has, and it was great.”

It was my turn to blush, “I’m glad you liked it, but it was my first time so I don’t know how good it could have been.”

Patrick replied, “you are a natural, and it was very good.” He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss.

James was watching us as he adjusted the bulge in his trousers. I asked him, “so what about you James, what have you and your friend John done together?"

He looked down at the floor, “nothing as exciting as what you guys have done.”

I put my hand under his chin and lifted his head up, “it’s not a contest James, what matters is how you feel about John.”

He gave me a slight smile, “we have only just kissed and sucked each other a few times. We wanted to go further and that was the day that Charles found us.”

I put my arm around James and said, “don’t worry James, not everyone is like Charles. We all have to be careful about what we do and who knows about us, but Patrick and I are here for you. We will look out for each other when we get to California, all three of us.”

He had a small tear in his eye, “I have never been treated like this, no one has ever helped me like this before.”

Patrick smiled at him, “well, get used to it James, you’re stuck with us now.”

We heard the train whistle blow and felt it start to slow down. We could see through the cracks of the wall that we were coming into a town. The train stopped and we heard the door being opened, we sat in silence once again hoping not to be discovered. We heard the crew talking and we knew we were now in Denver, the time had gone so quickly with Patrick’s story and James telling us about him and John. By the way the sun was shining, we determined it was late afternoon, the sun would be setting soon. I was starting to get a bit worried, we had been sitting for over an hour already, and I hadn’t heard them load any crates onto the car yet. I gave Patrick a worried look, he just gave me a slight shrug as we held our breath.

We heard the crew start to walk into the car. One of them said, “how many crates do we have to load on here today?”

Another answered, “everything sitting on the south dock, why?”

The first yelled back, “I’m not sure they will all fit, it looks like Chicago or Omaha put on some extras, there a couple of extra rows on here already, we may need to restack these to get ours to fit.”

James, Patrick, and I all gave each other a panicked look.

 

To be continued…