California Dreaming

Chapter 8

We heard a couple more guys walk into the car, and they were having a conversation, it was too muffled for me to make out what they were saying.

Another man yelled, “what’s the hold up, let’s get this thing loaded. The wife and I got someplace to be tonight.”

Someone yelled, “but we aren’t sure if all the crates will all fit boss, should we restack these?”

He yelled back, “hell no, just put as many on as you can fit, we’ll put the extras on the next train. Now move your asses, the wife will kill me if I’m not home in time.”

A short time later, we heard the door slide shut and voices began to get more faint. We heard the whistle blow and the train lurch. We all sighed with relief as the train started to pick up speed. The train was soon up to speed as darkness overtook the sky. Just as we had done each night before, we leaned into each other and let the train rock us to sleep. We would be in Salt Lake City around daybreak.

I woke up just before we were coming into Salt Lake City, James and Patrick were sleeping. I was in the center of them as I listened to their steady breathing, enjoying the feeling of them next to me. The whistle started to blow as the train slowed and I began to see buildings appear through the cracks of the freight car walls. Patrick and James stirred as the train came to a stop, we all took a deep breath, sat back and froze in our usual position.

We heard the door slide open, someone yelled, “this one’s full, we’ll have to load these on the second car.”

The door slid back shut, and the crew moved on to the second car. We exchanged relived glances as we remained silent until we heard them close the door and the whistle blow. As the train picked up speed, we all gave each other another relieved glance. The next time the train stopped we would be at our final destination, Los Angeles.

Patrick smiled at me, “are you excited?”

I smiled back, “yes, I am.”

James asked, “what will we do once we get there?”

Patrick and I looked at each other, neither of us was really sure. Once again, I acted before I thought things through. I didn’t care this time, I had someone to figure it out with.

Patrick said, “we each have some money, we’ll find a place to stay, then we will look for jobs.”

James looked at me, “will I be able to stay with you guys for a while.”

I smiled at him, “of course, we will all stay together as long as we need to.”

He seemed to relax a bit, so did I when I realized that Patrick wasn’t worried about what awaited us in LA. He was a calming presence whenever things got bad, and I would normally let my emotions get the best of me. As soon as I saw him at the train station back in Chicago and he took me to Mrs. Morgan’s place, I knew I could trust him and count on him whenever I needed help. He was right though; we would have to help each other.

We spent the rest of the trip talking about our past experiences, James told us about how he met John and their first time together. I also told them about me and Henry, which led to me talking about wanting to be an actor. I think they were just humoring me as I droned on for what seemed like hours about movies and how, in my mind, I would have played this role or that role better than the original actor. I would catch them smiling and nodding at each other as I talked.

We went to sleep as night turned the daylight to darkness, leaning against each other as had become our custom. We woke up as the trail started to slow and blast its whistle.

I asked Patrick, “how are we going get off the train once we stop?”

He looked at me, “I’m not sure.”

James grabbed a crate from the stack in front of him and put his suitcase inside, then said, “why don’t wait until they get close to the last row and just grab a crate and help them unload.”

Patrick looked at me, then to James, “that could work, we just wait until we are the only ones on the car and just walk off with a crate and then grab our bags and walk away.”

I shrugged as I looked at both of them, and said, “it’s better than any plan I have.”

We put our suitcases in a crate as the train stopped, we stood motionless as the door was thrown open. I watched through the cracks as the dock crew started to unload the crates. I saw there were six guys going in and out of the car. As I continued to watch, I noticed that they would all be in the car at the same time, then stack the crates on far end of the dock. I told James and Patrick that we should follow the last guy out and go in the opposite direction. Patrick looked through the cracks and confirmed what I had seen, he nodded in agreement when he turned back to us. We each grabbed a crate and just waited until the right moment.

There were just two rows of crates left, Patrick watched down the side and saw the sixth guy take his crates and as soon as he was off the car, he pushed the stack out of the way and we quickly walked to the door, he gave a quick look and saw the crew was going to the left, he motioned his thumb to the right and we followed him out the door. As soon as we were outside, we dropped our crates and grabbed our suitcase and moved swiftly toward the end of the depot building.

As we were rounding the corner, I heard one of the crew yell, “hey, who left these crates here, and who were those three guys?”

We just kept walking as fast as we could, not wanting to draw attention to ourselves by running.

Someone else yelled, “who cares, come on and get back to work, we already have trucks in the dock, and we need to get this car reloaded.”

We soon found ourselves on the passenger side of the depot and quickly blended into the crowd of travelers. I looked over my shoulder and saw that we weren’t being followed, we stopped and found a bench, sat down and let out a sigh of relief.

I looked up and saw the La Grande Station sign, I went near the ticket counter and found a map of the city, we were at the corner of Santa Fe Avenue and 2nd Street. I studied the map for a few minutes, trying to get my bearings. Patrick sat beside me as I pointed out where were currently located. He asked, “where do you want to go?”

I pointed to the map, “it looks like about 6 blocks to Whittier Blvd. we follow that northwest to Western Avenue and head north right to Hollywood.”

James joined us looking at the map, “do you think we could find a diner and get something to eat first.”

Patrick chuckled, “yeah, I think that would be a good idea.”

I folded the map and put it in my pocket, and we started to walk away from the train depot. We found a diner about three blocks away, we took a seat at the first table we found.

A lady that reminded me of Mrs. Morgan smiled as she walked to our table, she said, “hi boys, today’s special is meatloaf, potato and green beans for 20 cents, what can I get you?”

We all ordered the special as I pulled out the map again. Our food arrived and after eating the sandwiches that Mrs. Morgan had given us for the last 4 days, a hot meal really hit the spot. Marge, our waitress, brought us three pieces of apple pie as we finished eating.

James said, “oh, we didn’t order…”

Marge smiled, “it’s on me honey, you seem like nice boys.”

We all smiled as we thanked her and dug in, she noticed the map laying on the table, she asked, “where are trying to go hon?”

I said, “we just got in from Chicago and we need to find a place to stay.”

She asked, “are you here to stay or just visiting?”

James spoke up, “we are staying.” Patrick and I exchanged surprised looks.

She chuckled, “the Normandie Hotel on Normandie Ave. is about 8 to 10 blocks from here and they rent by the day, week or month. It's not fancy, but it is clean and cheap.”

We found it on our map and thanked her again as we headed out the door. We trekked the 10 blocks and found the Normandie. It looked like it had been a very fancy hotel in its day, but we passed by a lot of newer buildings on our way. It was now being occupied by mostly blue collar, local residents, instead of visiting tourists. I saw that it was only about 5 blocks from Hollywood Blvd., so I was happy. The man sitting at the front desk gave us a key to room 301 as we paid for a week, he told us that the floor’s shared bathroom was two doors down the hall, and he would send up a cot, since there was three of us. We didn’t tell him that that wouldn’t be necessary.

We were getting settled in the room when the cot was delivered, we left it folded up and just set it in in the corner. We decided the double bed was big enough for all three of us. After being cooped up in the rail car for four days, we decided a bath was in order. One by one, we took our turn in the bathroom. Patrick was first, after his bath, he filled the pitcher that was in the room with water and brought it to the room. He filled the basin with water and started to wash out some of his clothes. I was next to bathe, and I also washed out my clothes. Patrick and I were in our underwear as we hung our clothes up to dry and James was taking his turn in the bath. I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at his body, his muscles flexing as he hung up his clothes. He turned around and caught me watching him, He grinned, “what’s on your mind?”

I shrugged as I walked toward him and wrapped my arms around him, we started kissing. My pecker was instantly hard at his touch, his cock was responding to my touch as well. It had been over five days since we had been together, we reached down and began stroking each other’s cocks. I pushed Patrick’s underwear down and went to my knees, his freshly washed cock tasted even better than I remembered. We made our way to the bed, I pushed my underwear down and we lay on the bed sucking each other. I began to work my finger across his pucker as a deep moan escaped the lips that were wrapped around my cock. Once I heard that moan, I knew I could do whatever I wanted with Patrick. I pushed further with my finger and found his warm velvety hole. Patrick let my cock fall from his mouth and I worked my way around to replace my finger with my tongue. Just as I was going to work on Patrick’s hole, the door opened, and James walked in.

He paused, “oh… I’m sorry, I can wait outside.”

Patrick said, “no, you are welcome to join us.” I smiled to myself as I went back to my task. James slowly walked to the bed and pushed his underwear down and fed his cock to Patrick. He looked down at me rimming Patrick and asked, “does that feel good?” Without letting James’s cock out of his mouth Patrick mumbled, “um huh.” James’s eyes were locked on me eating Patrick’s ass, he stepped back and turned his ass to Patrick. Patrick smiled as he took the hint and spread James’s cheeks, pushing his tongue into James’s crack. After a few minutes, James pulled away and surprised me when he moved around behind me. I felt his hands on my ass, he leaned down and I felt a tentative tongue raked across my hole, I gave an approving moan. This gave James all the encouragement he needed, he dove in and gave my ass a good licking.

Patrick let out a final groan and said, “please Ivan, fuck me.”

I was happy to oblige, James sat back and watched wide eyed as I pushed into Patrick. Just as I was getting into rhythm, I felt James move in behind me. I looked over my shoulder as he moved closer to me, and his cock rubbed against my crack. I looked down at Patrick, he gave me a big smile as I leaned in for a kiss. I paused my fucking to allow James access to my hole, he ran his cock up and down, found my hole, then pushed in. I took a deep breath as the pain subsided and the pleasure took over. James and I synced up our movements and all three of us were moaning in harmony. I could tell Patrick was getting close and I knew I wasn’t far behind him. Patrick let out a final grunt and he coated his stomach and chest with his creamy white seed. His contracting ass muscles milked a huge load from my over stimulated cock. I heard James groan as he released his seed into my hole. We collapsed into a pile of flesh, sweat and semen.

Mine and James’s cocks slipped from their holes as we rolled onto each side of Patrick. Patrick gave James a quick kiss, then turned to me with another kiss.

James said, “thank you for including me, guys.”

We snuggled up against Patrick and all drifted off to sleep.

 

To be continued…