Across the alley Chapter 1 and Subsequent Chapters

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Re: Across the Alley Chapter 20

This is one hell of a story. This would make for a good book.

 

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Re: Across the Alley Chapter 21

Our man Dave sure became pretty enterprising. Way to go LaloGS.

 

[LaloGS]

Across the Alley Chapter 22

Across the Alley Chapter 22
By
LaloGS​

Fiction


The Jewel Box was a dingy smoky after hours joint crowded with men, some of
whom were dressed as women. In the dark reaches of the bar, a small stage
lit with blue and pink lights showcased a string of singers doing show
tunes, and aping Sophie Tucker, Ethel Merman, and Judy Garland. Steve and I
were wide eyed with amazement when we walked into the rear entrance of the
place.

Frank and Jessie were old hands at the scene, and were greeted with peels
of laughter and squeals of delight. We were grabbed and examined closely by
several men in what Frank said was called drag. They were painted
elaborately like whores my dad had pointed out once when we were driving
down Van Buren in Phoenix on the way to watch the planes landing at
the airport.

It wasn't long, before Frank and Jessie were busy letting the girls put
makeup on their faces. They were both giggling and squirming as the men who
were painting them, kept grabbing their dicks every chance they got. I
could see that Frank at least, liked the attention, because his cock was
standing up stiff in his pants. Jessie, was playing the game as well, and
kept groping the man who was painting him. The guy would shiver and squeal
every time Jessie's little hand latched onto his hard dick. It didn't take
me long to figure out what was going on with these men.

I wandered around the bar, and after a while, I began to see things that I
never imagined would be done so openly in a bar filled with men. Everybody
was drinking and smoking, and many of the men were smoking what I knew to be
Marijuana, from the Mexican field workers in Phoenix that smoked it all the
time. The sweet funky smell of the weed filled the rooms and my head light
and slightly dizzy. My eyes were burning from the smoke, and I walked
through the crowd rubbing them. I found a dark corner, and squatted down on
my heels, getting my head out of the haze of smoke.

As I sat there, I became aware of things that were going on in the darkness
in the booths I could see from where I squatted. On my right, a man was on
his hands and knees hidden in the darkness under the table. He had his eyes
closed tightly, and his body was rocking rhythmically back and forth. There
was something about his movements that I realized he was being fucked. I
looked up at the man apparently sitting in the booth. He had his arms
folded on the table top, and was leaning forward. As I looked at him, I
could see he was pumping his lower body driving his cock into the man under
the table. A man sitting beside him, was kissing him on the ear, and
sticking his tongue into the opening and slurping. The man fucking, was
shivering with pleasure.

In the next booth, a man was sitting in the lap of another man, and I could
see from his rocking hips, that he had the man's cock he was sitting on,
plugged into his asshole, and was getting fucked. At the bar, I saw a young
man slip down to his knees, and pull out a large thick cock and begin to
suck it. The scene was beginning to get to me, and I was feeling sexed up
and horny. I didn't know exactly what to do about it, but I figured it
wouldn't be long walking around with a hard-on in my pants before one of
these men would show me what to do with it.

I stood and wandered back to the rooms where Frank and Jessie were getting
painted up. I peeked around the open door jam, and was astonished at what I
saw. Jessie was standing on a chair, and the man who had been painting him
with makeup, was putting a few stitches in the hem of a pretty little dress.
Jessie looked like a girl, and when he saw me, he giggled and pointed at
my hard-on.

"I'm goin' ta get on the stage and sing a song," Jessie squealed. Frank's
already out there waitin' his turn. You wanna come an watch?"

"Where's Steve?"

"He's out in the bar summers. He's tryin' to make a few dollars."

"Doin' what?"

"Suckin' dick I guess. Dollar a pop." I turned and went out into the dark
bar again looking for Steve. He didn't seem to be anywhere but I saw Frank
waiting beside the stage while a fat man/woman was singing something about corn
and elephants eyes. I worked my way over to Frank, and asked him if he had
seen Steve. He leaned into my ear and shouted over the din of the singing.

"I think I seen him go out the back door with two guys." I chucked him on
the shoulder, grinning at him. He wasn't dressed in women's clothes, but he
was painted to look like one. He was kind of pretty in his rouge and
lipstick. He smiled at me, and I worked my way back through the crowd
looking for Steve as I went. I found the back door we had entered through,
and pushed out into the warm muggy night. The trees were thick around the
building, and not much of the light in the air from the moon and stars and
what light was available from the lights of the city, penetrated the
darkness.

I stood quietly listening for a moment, to hear if I could locate him by
voices or movement. Off in the dark on my left, I thought I could hear a
scuffling sound, and then a low moan. I walked slowly toward the sound
feeling my way in the dark with my feet and hands. I was almost on them,
before I realized what I was seeing.

Steve was on his hands and knees, and there was a man standing in front and
one in back of him. Both of them were thrusting their cocks into him. It
was Steve who was moaning lowly as the two men fucked him hard. I felt a
twinge of jealousy, and almost stepped into break up the scene, until I
remembered what I'd done earlier in the evening to earn the twenty bucks in
my pocket. I stepped back into the shadows and watched as the two men
finished with Steve, filling him at both ends almost at the same time with
their cum. The two of them were grunting like pigs as they came in my
friend.

When they pulled out of him, he laid down on the ground in a kind of drawn
up position on his side. I could see he had his pants down around his
knees, and his tee shirt had been pulled up under his armpits. The two men put
their softening cocks away, and murmured quietly to each other. One of them
dropped something on the ground in front of Steve, and they left, reentering
the back door of the bar. I bent down on my knees beside him, and put my
hand on his shoulder. The paper the man had dropped on the ground, which I
thought might be money, turned out to be a paper napkin slick with cum and
slime. I threw it away, leaned over and kissed Steve on the cheek.

"Are you OK?" He turned slightly and looked up at me.

"Yeah," he said after a moment. "I jess never had two dicks in me at one
time before. It hurt some, an' I couldn't get no breath of air."

"Did they pay you?"

"Yeah, they give me five dollars a piece to do me."

"Well, that's somethin'." I helped him up and helped him get his clothes
together. I brushed the dirt off his clothes, and he seemed a bit wobbly.
He took a deep breath, and started walking back into the bar.

"You goin' back in there?" For some reason I couldn't put my finger on, I
didn't want to go back into the Jewel Box.

"Yeah, it's easy money. We need it if we ever plan on gettin' to
California." I stood and watched him go inside. I waited for a moment,
thinking about the situation, and then with a shrug, followed him into the
smoky interior.

I lost track of the number of cocks I sucked that night, but it was a lot.
I was careful to get my dollar up front before I ever touched the men. I
was offered five several times to go out back, or to sit in somebody's lap
in a booth, and did a few times, until my poor hole was slippery with cum,
and was starting to get sore. Sometime early in the morning, I saw Frank on
the stage being fucked by a man dressed as a woman. She was on her knees
behind him, and had his pants down and was porking him with her big thick
cock to cheering from the audience.

I saw Jessie a couple of times throughout the evening, and could tell from
his smeared lipstick, he'd been sucking dick like mad every chance he got.
A little after two in the morning, I decided I'd had enough. I went looking
for Steve and the boys to tell them I wanted to get out and find some place
to get some sleep. I found Frank under a booth sucking on a cock, and
waited while he finished his work.

"Frank," I said when he crawled out from under the table. "I want to go
some wheres to get some sleep."

"Awright. Less find Jess and Steve. I know a place where we can camp out
for the rest of the night." We wandered through the crowd of men
occasionally being groped or propositioned for a blow job while we searched
for the other boys. We found Jessie finishing a fuck in a man's lap at the
bar. they were sitting on a bar stool, and the man was lifting Jessie's
thin hips up and down his big hard cock with his hands. Jessie popped off
the cock, and jumped down to the floor, hauling his pants up. He grinned
tiredly at the trick, and accepted the five dollar bill he was offering. He
hadn't even bothered to put his cock away yet.

Steve, was outside again, standing with several men, and they were all
passing a marijuana joint between them. He handed it to me when we walked
up, and told me to take a puff. I did as he instructed, and nearly choked
to death on the acrid smoke as it entered my lungs. Everybody thought it
was hilariously funny.

When I stopped coughing, I told Steve that I was tired and wanted to go
somewhere to get some sleep. He told me that the men he'd been smoking with
wanted to take him with them to a party somewhere else. He thought we all
should go, cause they said there would be something to eat, and maybe we
could get drunk, and have a bed to sleep in the rest of the night. We
talked it over with the boys, and they were for it, so I went along, but I
wasn't certain I'd be able to stay awake much longer.

The party turned out to be in a big old house in another part of the city.
We all rode there in a line of cars that had been parked on a dark side
street near the Jewel box. In the car I sat next to the driver, and he
drove with one hand on the wheel, and his other hand on my leg, which he
squeezed frequently. I must have drifted off to sleep, because the next
thing I remember was waking up in a big bed with a piss hardon and not
knowing where I was or where a toilet could be found. There was a man in
the bed beside me, naked, laying on top of the bedclothes. He looked to be
about the same age as my dad, and I thought looking at him in the early
morning light that was beginning to stream through the big windows, that he
could have been my dad, and without his mustache, I would have had to look
twice to make sure it wasn't him.

I tried to wake the man up to ask where the toilet was, but he was passed
out completely, and smelled like the bar room in the Jewel Box had smelled.
At the time I didn't know, but eventually figured out the smell was stale
booze. I slipped off the bed, and went cautiously exploring for a place to
piss. I opened the heavy wooden door, and looked out into a hallway with
several other doors. I padded to the first one, and opened it quietly. In
the dim light, I could see it was another bed room, and Frank and Jessie
were both snoring in the arms of a large man laying naked with his own piss
hard-on. His massive cock, looked to be nearly as long as Frank's forearm.
I pulled the door closed behind me, and went to the next one.

It turned out to be the toilet, so I emptied my bladder, and then went
looking for Steve. The next bedroom at the end of the hall, had two men
entwined sleeping it off. Both naked. I pushed open the door to the next,
and heard rustling sounds. When my eyes adjusted to the darker room, I saw
Steve was on his stomach with his head turned toward the big mirrored
dresser beside the bed, and a larger man was fucking him, laying full on his
back. I could see Steve looking at himself getting fucked by the man in the
mirror, and I crept into the room, wondering if it had gone on all night.

I slipped across the hardwood floor in my bare feet, and crawled onto the
bed behind the two. The man turned his head and looked silently at me, but
kept fucking what I could now see was his huge cock in and out of Steve. I
reached out and put my hand on the man's big balls, hanging down from his
ass, and he rocked in and out of Steve's hole. The man moaned. I could see
his asshole rising and falling, and I stood up behind him and straddled
their legs. I put a hand on each of his big cheeks, and pulled them apart.
My dick was hard again, and I leaned forward and could see dimly that he had
been slicked up with something, and still had residues of the lube around
his hole. I positioned myself and put the head of my dick in his hole, and
dropped into him completely, feeling my smaller balls come to rest against
his larger hairy ones. He groaned when I stuck him with my dick, and began
to breathe harder as I began to pump him up with my small shaft.

I hadn't fucked anyone since Karl, and if felt good to feel his tight hole
gripping and milking me as I plunged into and out of him for all I was
worth. The fact that I'd gotten some sleep, gave me the stamina to fuck him
with what seemed like, eventually, all my frustrations with the way life had
suddenly turned down a path I never knew existed. My grief over the murder
of Karl came welling up in my chest, and before I knew what was happening, I
was sobbing and fucking hysterically.

In my teary frenzy, I suddenly felt the stranger I was humping, start to
cum. He groaned, and screwed his sphincter down tight, trapping my cock in
its grip. I could feel his cock flexing, and his larger balls drew up hard
against his shaft, and the just as suddenly I was unloading my young spunk
into his hole, while he unloaded into Steve. I heard soft smothered moan,
and somehow knew Steve was cuming with us. I shivered as the last spurt of
cum left my body, and dropped down onto the back of the stranger I'd been
fucking.

"Get off me ya big lug." Steve was struggling to extricate himself from
under the man's body. I rolled off the man's back, and stood up on the bed.
Steve pushed while I pulled on the man's shoulder to roll him off Steve's
body. He groaned and finally like a sick dog, flopped over onto his back.
His long flaccid cock, slipped out of Steve's hole with a slurping sound,
and landed on the white sheet, staining it with dark liquids. His chubby
body was covered with coarse hair, going to gray, and I saw the glimmer of a
wedding ring on his ring finger.

"This son-of-a-bitch is married, I muttered to no one in particular. Steve
crawled from under the stoned man's legs, and got up onto his knees facing
me across the man's body. He was woozy and wavered back and forth.

"Are you OK?" I was suddenly worried he was hurt or something.

"Yeah, he whispered. I'm jess tired. I didn't get no sleep after I got
into it with this guy. He owes me some money." He crawled off the bed, and
started searching on the floor for the guy's pants. When he found them, he
searched the pockets until he found the man's billfold. He pulled it out
and opened it. I saw his eyes get large, and heard him whistle under his
breath.

"Look at this," his eyes looked at me in amazement. I clambered off the
bed, and went to where he was standing. He held the billfold out and showed
me the thick sheaf of bills. He pulled several out, and they were all
hundreds.

"Shit! This guy's loaded." My eyes had bugged out. I had never thought a
single person could or would walk around with that kind of cash on him.

"How many times did this bunch a wahoos do you last night?" His eyes had
gotten hard and glittery.

"I don't know, mebe ten or twelve times I guess." He started counting
bills out on to the bed. The man groaned, but didn't move.

"That fucker done me for hours. My hole ain't gonna close for days." He
took four of the hundred dollar bills, and put the rest into the billfold,
and put it carefully back into the pocket he'd found it it.

"Go get yer clothes on. We're gettin' outa here." I ran out of the room,
looking for the one where I'd spent the night. When I was dressed, I
slipped out the door again, and met Steve waiting for me in the dark
hallway.

Down the stairs, we roamed through the house, until we found the kitchen.
Steve opened the large white refrigerator door, and handed me a quart of
milk in a glass bottle. He grabbed a whole roasted chicken, and another
quart of milk. We slipped out the back door, just as an old black woman
started up the stairs. She saw us and her eyes widened, but before she
could scream, Steve hushed her. He clammed up, and backed away.

"We jess hungry lady. They fucked us all night in there." She backed
away, and put her hands together like she was praying.

"Lord what's I got mysef inta." She let us pass, and we staggered tiredly
off into the still dark bushes at the bottom of the yard. As we entered the
leafy hide of Lilac Bushes in full bloom, I heard the screen door of the
house slam shut. I looked over my shoulder up the slope of the yard, and
saw a light come on in the kitchen.

We squatted and shared the chicken and drank our cold frosty milk. With
our stomachs full of tasty cold chicken and milk, the exhaustion of the
night dropped over us both, and we were soon huddled under a Lilac snoring
in the sweet morning air.

I was late morning when the sound of a hand pushed lawn mower woke me up.
I had to pee fiercely, and stood up and unbuttoned my Levis and pulled my
dick out. I was watering the Lilac, when a young black man appeared around
the corner of the house pushing the mower in front of him. I kicked Steve,
who was still snoring, and he jumped quickly to his feet as if he had been
expecting trouble. He was crouched low, but I was still standing there
watering the bush. The black boy saw me standing there pissing, and stopped
mowing, looking across the yard at me. Gradually Steve stood up beside me,
and the black boy's eyes got a little larger, but that was his only
reaction.

I put my finished dick away, and not knowing what to do, I waved my hand
slightly at him. He looked around the yard, I suppose, looking for more
pissing boys, and not finding any, he turned back to us and I saw his hand
raise in a brief wave at us. I stepped out into the direct sun, and started
to walk toward him. He took a step back, but caught himself.

"Say," I said, talking to the first black person I'd ever talked to. "Can
you tell us where we are?"

"Mista Cooper's yad." Steve stepped out of his place behind the Lilac, and
the boy backed up another step, looking ready to flee.

"Where `bouts is the train station from here?" He raised his arm and
pointed briefly off to his right.

"These men brought us here last night, but we don't know where we's at.
How do we get to the train station?" Steve stepped up beside me, and we
stood there I'm sure looking bedraggled from our night of sexual debauchery
and our subsequent sleep in the grass and dead leaves of the Lilac bushes.
We must have looked like wild men to him.

"MaaaaMA!" He shouted louder than I thought he could, and the back screen
door slammed open.

"Whadamatta boy?" The old woman was standing at the top of the back
stairs, wiping her hands on a floury apron.

"I'm sorry mam." She glared at us standing in the middle of the sloping
green lawn. She turned her eyes to her boy.

"These white boys hut yo enny Washinton?"

"No Mama. They jess ast me to get to the depot. I don't know how to tell
em where it at."

"De depot? Wufo you need the depot?"

"We goin' ta California." Steve stepped forward, and spoke to her in his
best contrite voice.

She told us the best route to get to the train depot, and as we started to
go, she asked us if we were hungry. We both nodded, and she told us to wait
a minute. She let the screen door slam behind her, and after a moment, she
reappeared with a cloth bundle. She held it out to us, and I ran up the
stairs and took it from her hand. I smiled at her when I got a whiff of the
sweet smells coming from the cloth flour sack.

"Thank you mam," I bowed slightly and tripped down the stairs with my
prize.

"Washinton, you get on back to werk. You ain't haf finished moan dat yad."

We faded through the Lilacs again, waving. Washington resumed pushing the
mower, and we heard the screen door slap shut once more, and we set out in
the direction the old woman had sent us.

End​

 

[GrayFox]

Re: Across the Alley Chapter 22

What a trip you are taking us on!

 

[harry113]

Re: Across the Alley Chapter 22

Wow! Gary Thanks.
This story has certainly taken a new direction !!
Wonderful !!
Hugs
Harry

 

[LaloGS]

Across the Alley Chapter 23

Across the Alley Chapter 23
By
LaloGS​

Fiction


The Ticket Agent was surprised when Steve stepped up to his window
and ordered two tickets to Los Angeles, and paid cash on the barrel head.
We looked like a couple of ragamuffins. Our clothes were dirty and out
bodies where filthy from all that had been going on the past two days, and
we smelled to high heaven.

The train wasn't due to pull out of the station until eight that
night, and it was still early. We talked about the need to clean up, and
maybe get some new clothes. We ate a good breakfast in the same little
cafe in the depot, and the same waitress served us. She was surprised that
instead of grilled cheese sandwiches, we ordered steaks and eggs and orange
juice and coffee.

"You got the scratch to pay for that?" She asked while she
wrinkled her nose up at the smell coming off our bodies.

"Well, how much will all that cost?" Steve pulled out his beaten
up old billfold, and pulled out a ten dollar bill. Her eyes bugged out,
not so much at the ten he put on the table, but at the rest of the bills
she could see in the fold.

"What'd you boys do; rob a bank?"

"Hail no." Steve looked at her for a moment while she stared at
him. "We been peddlin' our asses."

"What?" the waitress' mouth dropped open, and I could see there a was a wad of
gum stuck in her teeth.

"You heard me." Steve folded his billfold and put it back in his
pocket. "Now, would you go order our food? We're hungry." She turned
without speaking, and flounced away toward the kitchen.

When she returned with our juice and coffee, she was in a better
mood. She set the drinks down on the table, and asked if we wanted any
water. We both nodded yes, and grabbed for the juice. It tasted terrible
from what we were used to back home, but we drank it none-the-less. She
came back with the water, and stood over us watching us drink.

"You boys are strong," she said, wrinkling her nose. "You ought to
get cleaned up some."

"Ain't got a place to do it." I said, setting my empty glass down
on the table. "We're goin' to California tonight."

"Where abouts?" She looked over her shoulder, and I noticed a tag
on her lapel with her name; Sally.

"Los Angeles," Steve said. "Goin' ta get in the movies."

"Oh yeah?" What makes you think you got the stuff to get in the
movies?" She threw her shoulders back, and brushed her shoulder length
auburn hair back with her hand, and tossed her head like a movie star. I
thought she was beautiful.

"Maybe we don't, but we're gonna try."

"I want to go to Hollywood too. That's really where they make all
the movies. I think I can get into `em too. I'm just working here `til I
have a nest egg to go."

"You want to go with us?"

"Today?"

"Well, yeah." Steve looked at me and made a spiral motion next to
his temple with his finger. She cocked her head when a bell dinged.

"That's your food." She took off, and was soon back with our
steaks and eggs. She set them down and then told me to scoot over a bit,
and set down next to me.

"I got nearly eight hundred dollars saved up. You think that's
enough?" She leaned over the table looking at Steve in earnest. She
looked about seventeen or eighteen, and was very pretty and fresh looking.

"Ought to be." said Steve. "Mebe we kin pool our funds and sort of
be like the Three Musketeers."

"Yeah," she said. "I saw that movie. One for all and all for
one."

"Jeeze," I said, and started poking my fork at a mound of white
glue looking stuff on my plate. "What's this shit?" She looked over her
shoulder at me and laughed.

"Them's grits. They're good for you."

"They taste terrible." I poked them again with my fork.

"Put some sugar on'em hon." She took the sugar dispenser, and
poured a heap over the pile of viscous stuff. "Mix that in and try `em
again. I did as instructed and put a small taste in my mouth.

"Hey. It's like cream of wheat a little."

"Yeah that's right hon. Eat `em up."

Her boss yelled at her to get off her rear and clean some tables.
She glared over her shoulder at him, and sat where she was. She took my
cup of coffee and took a sip, thinking.

"Hey," I said, looking at the bright lipstick mark she left on the
cup. "That's my coffee."

"Hush. You're too young to be drinkin' coffee anyway." She was
staring at Steve, and he was staring at her while he chewed his mouthful of
meat.

"You comin' or ain't you?" he had swallowed and was cutting a
second mouthful when he asked her.

"Yeah," she set my coffee down and pushed herself out of the booth.
"I'm comin'." She untied her red and white checkered apron, and walked off
toward her boss. She threw the apron over the counter at him, and told him
she quit.

"What the hell?" He grabbed the apron, and glared at her. "You
can't quit. What the hael you think I'm gonna do for the lunch rush?"

"I really don't give a shit Elmer. You yelled at me for the last
time." She went through the swinging doors into the back, leaving him
standing at the cash register, holding her apron with his mouth hanging
open. A man sitting at the counter, eating a piece of pie and drinking
coffee, started to laugh.

"What the hell you laughin' at ya moke?" The man shut up
immediately, and cut himself another bite of pie.

Sally reemerged from the back carrying her handbag. She came back
to the booth where we were, and said she'd wait for us out in the depot.
"Go on and finish yer food." She flounced out into the gloom of the big
vaulted room.

We finished the meal, and left the ten on the table to pay for it
and trailed each other through the open door of the diner. Sally was
sitting on a bench smoking a cigarette, trying to look sophisticated. A
man standing a few feet away, was watching her, and playing with himself
with a hand in his pocket. He started moving toward her just as we walked
up and stood in front of her.

I watched him over my shoulder, he stopped to see what we were
doing, but continued to play with himself. Steve sat down next to her, and
I turned to face the man, who seemed to notice me for the first time. He
stared at me for a moment, then turned slightly away. I walked over to
him, and looked up at him from the side.

"I'll suck you for a dollar." I grinned up at him.

"What?"

"In the toilet. Only a dollar. Come on with me." I walked off
toward the toilet next to the news stand. I looked over my shoulder, and
he was standing there watching me intently, chewing a wad of gum, and had a
nice visible hard-on in his pants. I motioned to him to follow with my
head, and saw him take a tentative step in my direction. He threw a look
over his shoulder at Sally and Steve, and then back at me. He shook his
head, and started following me with a fast pace.

I let him catch up to within a few feet and then led the way into
the toilet. He pushed through the door right behind me, and I saw the old
black man was asleep on his stool. I headed for the last stall with the
hole in the wall, and motioned with my hand for him to take the one next to
the last. I pushed in the last one, and locked the door behind me. I
heard him enter the adjacent stall, and lock his door. He sat down on the
stool, and I stuck a finger through the hole. I whispered for him to give
me a dollar and stick his dick through. There was a long pause, and a
dollar came through the hole. I pocketed it and looked back at the hole to
see a beautiful cock complete with foreskin pushing stiffly through the
hole. The damn thing was at least nine inches long, and as big around as
my wrist.

I got down on my knees and grabbed it with both my hands. He
jerked his hips and pulled it back a little. Then he pushed forward, and
the thick purple head emerged from his sheath and I opened my mouth and
took it in as deep as I could. I heard him groan, and felt him begin to
rock his hips while I sucked on his nob. He was murmuring words I couldn't
quite hear, and I pulled off for a second to try to understand what he was
saying.

He was whispering, and pulled his cock back through the hole and
bent down and whispered through the hole into my ear. "Come over her boy
and let me fuck you in the ass. I need to fuck something. I ain't had
none in weeks."

"I get ten bucks for a fuck Mister," I whispered back. After a
moment, and ten dollar bill came through the hole. I pocketed it and
unlocked my stall door. I peeked out and saw that the old attendant was
still sleeping, and stepped out and tapped quietly on the guy's door. He
unlocked it and I slipped in. He locked the door over my head, and I saw
he'd dropped his pants all the way to his ankles, and was sitting back down
on the stool. His big dick was rising up in his lap, and I saw he'd
unbuttoned his shirt, and his chest was covered with hair, heavy around his
nipples and across his chest between them, but lighter as it grew down
toward his cock. He'd thrown his jacket over the stall wall, and his tie
over his shoulder to get it out of the way.

He leaned back, and watched me strip while he jacked on his stiff
dick. I slipped out of my pants, and pulled my tee shirt off, and then turned
my back to him. He lifted me up with his strong hands on my hips, and I
felt his cock head slip up my crack and stop over my hole. I reached
through my legs, and grabbed his thickness, and rubbed the oozing head over
my hole. He was gushing precum like piss, and he soon slipped into my
hole. As soon as he entered me, he started humping slightly. It didn't
take long before I was sliding down his cock to the bottom. When he
bottomed out, he pulled me back into his chest hair, and rubbed my back
across his nips. He stood up and pushed me down over the toilet stool, and
I braced myself with my hands on the rim. He started to stroke my butt
deep and long, sending thrills through my frame. This guy knew how to fuck
butt.

I arched my back, and gave him total access to my hole, and then I
relaxed and let him take charge. In almost no time, my dick got hard, and
without even touching it, I started shooting cum into the toilet bowl. I
groaned and he grunted behind me, and I felt his cock flex and start
pulsing as he filled my hole with his cum. He moaned loudly, and suddenly,
someone was pounding on the door of the stall.

"Whas gone on in der?" I recognized the old attendant's voice.

"Shit!" The man moaned as he finished pumping his load into me and
then pulled out. He grabbed for his pants, and started cinching his belt
quickly. His shirt was still open and he grabbed for his jacket over the
wall. I was busy as well, trying to pull up my Levis while looking on the
dirty floor looking for my tee shirt. He turned around, and I saw my shirt
had been buckled into the back of his pants, and I grabbed it and pulled
hard. He yelped, and looked over his shoulder with wild eyes at me.

He slapped his hand over his rear pocket where his billfold was
lumped up. He must have thought I was trying to grab it when I pulled my
shirt out of his pants. The old attendant was now yelling for the police,
and the guy was pale with fear. I heard the old man go out of the toilet
and the main door swing shut. I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the
stall, and pushed him into one several doors down closer to the door.

"Calm down," I slammed the door and told him to lock it. I stuffed
my shirt into my pants, and went to the sink and ran water, and washed my
hair and face with water. I ran over and grabbed a towel off the stack of
clean ones, and was drying my hair with it when the attendant came back in
dragging a cop behind him. He went down to the stall where we'd been
fucking, and saw it standing open.

"they `us in dis one." He slapped the stall door with his wrinkled
old hand. The cop looked at me drying my hair, and I looked at him.

"Boy," He hefted his utility belt with his stick and holstered gun,
and walked over to me. "You see anybody come outa this stall?"

"Yeah."

"Who?" I looked at the door out into the depot, and pointed at it.

"Two guys. They were old. Looked about twenty or thirty years
old. Why?"

"Never mind."

"Yo ought ta ast dis boy if he `us in deya fuckin’ aroun'"

"Shut up. Ain' no reason ta embarrass this boy. He said they run
out. Musta run while you wus lookin' for me."

The old man glared at me with red rimmed eyes and yellow whites.
He was angry enough to hit something.

"You pay fo' dat towel boy?"

"I put a dime in the basket," I dropped the damp towel in the sink,
and looked at my burr head in the mirror and sauntered out through the main
door behind the fat waddling cop.

In the dim hall to the vaulted depot, the cop paused and grabbed me
by the shoulder. I tried to get away, but he had me in an iron grip. He
bent down and glared in my eyes. "I better not see your little faggot ass
in that toilet again bud. I'll run you in if I do." He shook me violently
before he let me go. "I was standin' right there," he pointed at the
corner of the news stand not ten feet away. "Ain't not a soul come outa
that toilet ya little fuck." He slapped at my head, and I ducked and ran.

Steve and Sally were still sitting on the bench where I'd left
them. I hadn't been gone more than ten minutes. Steve had watched the
whole interaction between me and the man, and knew where I'd gone. When I
came running up to them, he grinned at me, and I nodded and said, "Eleven."

"Hot dowg. You sompin' else Davy." He slapped me on the back, and
we all started for the front entrance. "Sally's gonin' wid us. We're
goin'' to her place to get some of her things together, she want's to
take."

On the way to Sally's room, we saw a storefront clothing store. We
decided to go in and buy some new clothes. I wanted some clean Levis, and
another tee shirt. Steve wanted a pair of wool slacks and a button shirt. We
both bought some new shoes, because our old cowboy boots didn't seem so up
to date in Kansas City. The bill, which included some underwear, and a
small suitcase, came to twenty-four dollars and change. At Sally's, we
took turns using the shower in the hall, and dressed in our new clothes.
Sally took our filthy clothes down the street to a Chinese hand laundry,
and told them we'd pick them up later in the day.

She took us to a rib joint she liked, and we stuffed ourselves on
Kansas City barbecue. We wandered around the downtown area of the city,
and as the afternoon started to fade, we picked up our clean laundry and
went back to Sally's room and picked up our suitcases and got ready to go.
Sally bought her ticket when we got back to the depot, and we bought some
magazines and sat down on one of the long wooden benches in the waiting
area and relaxed while we waited for the train to be called.

I was restless, and got up and wandered around the depot. A train
arrived about seven thirty, and the depot filled with rushing people for a
while, but as they thinned out, the terminal's hum of noise dropped down in
level, and the porters in their white jackets slowed their pace as they
pushed their mostly empty two wheeled dollys out to the curbside to wait
for the next rush which would be our train.

I decided to check out the toilet one last time. When I pushed
through the door, there was a young black man sitting on the stool where
the old attendant sat. He was blowing softly on a harmonica. He followed
me with my eyes, as I walked to one of the sinks and washed my hands,
watching him in the reflection in the mirror. He watched me wash up, and
stopped blowing his music to offer me a towel. I took it, and then dug a
dime out of my pocket and gave it to him. After drying, I dropped the
towel in the sink, and sauntered back to the last stall, and went in. I
locked the door, and sat down on the stool.

I wondered at the looks the young black had been giving me and
wondered if he would know what the last stall meant. I'd never seen a
black man's dick before, and somewhere remembered that the boys at school
had joked that they were huge. I sat there, quietly listening to him move
around. He didn't start blowing his harmonica again, and finally he
started walking along the line of stalls toward where I was waiting. I saw
him walk past the crack where the door met the jam, and he was looking
through the crack at me while I looked back. It was clear from the lack of
sound that we were the only people in the toilet, and I knew he knew I was
interested.

"Come in the next stall, and let me see your dick?" I decided to
be bold. He grunted but didn't say anything, nor did he move. I groped
myself, and saw him do the same. After a moment, he tapped on the stall
door lightly, and told me to come with him. He walked back toward the
front of the room, and I unlocked and slipped out of the stall. He was
pulling a ring of keys out of his back pocket, and starting to unlock a
door at the end of the line of sinks. He opened the door, and motioned for
me to come inside with him. The room beyond was dark, until he flipped a
switch on the wall, and a small watt bulb light the storage room lined with
shelves of clean towels wrapped in brown paper tied with string. A large
pile of dirty towels occupied the center of the small room's floor space.

I stepped past him, and once he closed the door, he flipped the
lock, and told me to be very quiet so men coming in wouldn't hear us. He
took off his white jacket, and hung it on a hook on the back of the door.
I could see he was starting to throw a bone, and I was too. He reached for
my tee shirt, and pulled it over my head. I dropped my arms, and started
playing with his thick cock through his black slacks. He grinned at me and
leaned over my head and whispered that he wanted to fuck my ass. I let go
of him and started to ask him for ten bucks, but thought better of it and
said if he wanted my hole he had to pay five dollars. Surprisingly, he
pulled out a billfold and handed me the money. I pocketed it and then
dropped my pants. I pushed my new briefs down around my legs, and he fell
to his knees on the pile of dirty towels, and took hold of my cock. He
stroked me for a bit, squeezing my nuts with his left hand, before slipping
my cock into his mouth and sucking me. He was good, and I was soon fucking
his mouth hard and fast. He pulled off, and turned me around. He pushed
me down on the towels, and spread my cheeks. His tongue went to work, and
he was soon slobbering enough spit into me to lube my hole for what I knew
was going to be a big dick. He unzipped his slacks, and pulled his
thickness out. I looked over my shoulder and saw the monster that was
going to be pushed into my hole. It was as thick as a Coke bottle, and as
long as a king sized one. I moaned as he put the head at my hole, and pushed into me with one shove. I gasped, making a noise like I was going to choke. He pulled it out, leaving only the head inside me.

"Did I hurt you boy?" I shook my head. He pushed it back into my
hole, and then laid his body down on my back. After he got comfortable, he
started stroking into me slow and easy. I loved his soft fuck, but I knew
I didn't have a lot of time. I told him to get busy because I was catching
a train in a few minutes. He grunted, and picked up the speed of his
thrusts. I got into the pace, and pushed back at him twitching my ass muscle on
his big cock as he fucked me harder and harder.

"Thass it boy you gonna get fucked hard by this nigger. You like
that big black cock fuckin' yo little white hole?"

"Oh yeah mister, fuck me hard. I want to feel you shoot all that
cum in my hole." He lifted himself up on his arms, and his powerful
muscles drove his cock into me like a freight train again and again. He
was drooling on my back, and leaned down and bit me lightly on the
shoulder. I groaned, and felt my nuts tighten up in their sack. He was
porking my hole like a steam engine pumping up an incline, and soon enough,
I began to tremble with his thrusts across my prostate gland, and began to
blow my wad on the dirty towels. He grunted when my sphincter clamped down
n him, and he started to unload into me. He grunted in my ear every time
he shot, and then he'd pull back and drive into me again and grunt another
shot into me. He shot ten times by count and I felt a slosh with his cum.
He finished, and started to lose his hard. He slipped out and told me to
squat like I was going the take a shit. He cupped a palm under my hole and
told me to push it out.

I strained for a moment, and felt the flood of his cum pouring out
of me into his hand. He cupped the slime in his palm, and held the rank
smelling stuff up to my face, and told me to lick it off his hand. For
some reason, I wasn't repulsed by his suggestion, and stuck out my tongue
and started to lap the fluid up. When I'd taken it all in, I licked the
residue from between his fingers, and cleaned his dark hand up with my
tongue. He wiped his hand on a dirty towel, and used the same one to wipe
my own cum off my chest. He finally stood and put his now flaccid cock
away and zipped his slacks closed.

"Tanks little man." He rubbed his big hand through my burr head,
and stooped down and handed me my tee shirt. I pulled it on, and then pulled
up my new briefs and Levis. I closed the buttons on my pants, and tucked
my shirt into the waist band. He pulled on his jacket, and opened the door
a crack and peeked out. When he saw the coast was clear, he opened it wide
enough to let me through under his arm, and I waved at him and left the
toilet just as the announcer was announcing the arrival of the train for
Los Angeles.

I saw Steve and Sally each holding a suit case, looking wildly
around for me. I shouted at them but it was lost in the rising tide of
noise as the depot filled with scurrying people and porters pushing dollys
loaded with luggage. I ran up to them, and we walked hand in hand toward
the train that would finally take us to California. Sally's nose wrinkled
and she looked down at me while we were in line to board.

"What's that smell Davy?"

"I don't know," I said, winking at Steve. He grinned at me, and I
grinned back as it got to be our turn to board the train.

End​

 

[harry113]

Re: Across the Alley Chapter 23

Hotter & hotter !!
Thanks Gary
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Harry

 

[upyrkilt469]

Re: Across the Alley Chapter 23


Another good one Gary. Thanks.
Vic

 

[caddymac]

Re: Across the Alley Chapter 16

I have fallen behind but Love this story.

 

[kcm17480]

Re: Across the Alley Chapter 23

Keep these hot ones cummin.

 

[LaloGS]

Across the Alley Chapter 24

Across the Alley Chapter 24
By
LaloGS​

Fiction

On the train, we made ourselves as comfortable as possible, taking two
facing bench seats. Sally had thought to bring a pillow and blanket, but
since Steve and I didn't have such luxuries, we had to make do with each
other's shoulders when we slept. The first few hours of the trip were
boring, because it was pitch black outside the window, and nothing could be
seen of the landscape.

Steve was tired and soon fell asleep on my shoulder. For some reason, I
was wired, and excited. The thought of Los Angeles, had a powerful effect
on me, and I just wanted to pace the narrow isles of the sleeping train cars
while I fantasized about what we'd find in California. I eased Steve's head
down onto his arm on the bench seat, and slipped away down the isle. I was
in the next to last car, when saw the very last passenger car on the train
was not darkened for sleepers, but instead was brightly lighted, and filled
with men, gathered around the tables of what turned out to be the dining
car. I pushed through the door, and saw they were playing cards.

Two porters were moving through the smoke, pouring drinks and taking money.

I stood in the end of the car, and watched for a few minutes, then decided
to see if I could get a sandwich to eat and maybe a glass of milk. I sat
down in an empty chair at a table with three other men who were playing a
card game I didn't recognize. When the porter stepped up to the table,
with a bottle of liquor in his hands, the men all stopped what they were
doing, and watched as he poured the amber fluid into their empty glasses
without asking. They each handed him a dollar, and when he'd tucked the
money into his jacket pocket, he looked down at me and asked if he could get
me something.

"A baloney sandwich and a glass of milk please." I smiled up at him.

"Well, cook's gone ta bed, but I'se see wut I kin do for yo." He smiled at
me his white teeth bright in his dark face. He walked to the back of the
car, and disappeared through a door.

"Where you goin' boy?" It was one of the men playing cards. He had a
soggy unlit stub of a cigar in the corner of his mouth.

"Huh?" I hadn't realized the men had even noticed I was sitting at their
table.

"I said where `bouts you headed on this here train?"

"Los Angeles, sir."

"Hummm. LA huh. Goin' ta get in the movies?"

"Maybe."

"Your folks got work waitin' for em?" I shook my head, not wanting to tell
him that my folks were still in Phoenix, and I was bumming around with my
two friends not much older than my sixteen years.

"California's a tough place ta make it if you ain't got werk lined up."

"We'll be all right."

"Izat so?"

"Did all right in Kansas City. I expect to do all right in Los Angeles."

"You?"

"Well, yeah, me." He was pissing me off.

"Whut kin you do. You cain't be more `n sixteen or seventeen year old."

"I'm old enough to take care of myself." The porter returned just then and
set a baloney sandwich on white bread with a dill pickle spear and a glass
of cold milk on the table in front of me.

"Here yo is boy. That'a be two dollah."

"Here. Pour me `nuther bourbon, and take out fer his sandwich." The man
I'd been talking to, handed the porter a five dollar bill. I smiled at the
man with the cigar stub.

"Thank you mister." I picked up the pickle spear and slipped it through my
lips and sucked on it, pushing it in and out of my mouth sucking the juice
out of it. The man with the cigar stub watched me do it, and a slight grin
spread over his face. He turned back to his card game, and raised the pot a
dollar. I crunched the pickle, and he glanced at me briefly, and I felt his
leg move across the space beneath the table between mine. I squeezed his
leg with mine, and laid my left hand on his thigh.

His eyes glanced at me again, and he took a deep breath, letting the air
out of his lungs with a long sigh. I picked up half the sandwich, and took
a bite, licking the a smear of mayonnaise off my lower lip. He grinned a
little wider and took the stub out of his mouth and dropped it into the ash
tray at the other end of the table. I leaned forward slightly, and let my
hand move up his leg to his crotch. He was sporting a big hard-on, and I
knew I needed to finish my sandwich soon. I squeezed his cock for him, and
felt him flex it under my hand. I let him go, and went back to
concentrating on my food.

He was grinning broadly, and I realized he was also winning the card hand.
The two other men threw down their cards in disgust, and my friend, pulled
the pot toward him across the white table cloth. There must have been sixty
dollars on the table.

"Goddamn Jim, you's the luckiest son-of-a-gun I ever played cards with."
The man in the corner chair next to my friend, leaned back and threw up his
hands. "I quit. I cain't afford to lose anymore."

"Ain't no luck to it boys," My new friend Jim said. "I cheat." He laughed
out loud his eyes glittering. The quiet man in the corner next to me,
frowned at him.

"You son-of-a-bitch. If I ever catch you cheatin' I'll cut yer nuts off."

"Here, asshole. There's a kid present. Ain't no need fer talk like that.
`Sides, I was jokin' I ain't never had to cheat people `at play cards like
you two do. Thank's gennimen for fattenin' my wallet." The two men pushed
back from the table, the guy next to me, drained his glass, and smacked it
down on the table, and stalked out of the car followed by the other man.

"Sore losers," Jim smirked. He leaned over and spit on the floor next to
his chair. He leaned back and picked up his glass and sipped while he
watched me eat the rest of my sandwich. His eyes were all over me, and I
could tell he liked what he saw. With my hand, I could feel he definitely
liked what he thought was going to happen.

"You werkin' boy?"

"What do you mean?" I swallowed a gulp of milk, trying to finish it
quickly.

"What you gonna charge me?"

"Charge you for what?" He reddened a little, and looked out the window, at
the dark landscape. I looked at his reflection in the darkened window. For
all his slobishness, he was a good looking man in his late twenties or
early thirties. His dark blond hair, was wavy on the sides of his head, and
down right curly on top. His suit was wrinkled from travel, and probably
sleeping in it on the train.

"Well, what are we gonna do? Sit here and play footsy or are you gonna
come with me for some fun? I'll give you what you ask, if it's reasonable."

"What's reasonable?" I looked at him innocently, enjoying playing with
him. His cock was long since leading the way, and I knew I'd enjoy our
encounter however it turned out.

"I'll give you fifty." He said it as he glanced around the room.

"What? Fifty cents?"

"Shit." He looked back out the window. I groped his stiff cock again, and
he looked back at me and I grinned at him.

"Ok. Fifty bucks." A man across the isle at anther table turned his head
and looked me up and down. I saw his eyes travel down my arm, and under the
table. From his expression, I could see he had figured out what my hand was
doing under the skirt of the table cloth. I looked directly at him,
memorizing his face. I knew he would be a customer before long. He
squirmed in his chair, and I saw his hand slip off the table and adjust his
cock in his pants.

I pushed my chair back, and stood up. I went to the door back toward the
darkened cars where Steve and Sally were sleeping. Jim stood up, and
motioned to me with his head to follow him. He went the other way, and I
followed him a few yards behind. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw the other
man licking his lips as he followed my exit from the car.

Jim, lead the way to a darkened car I didn't know was there. It was a
private compartment car. He stopped in front of a thin door, and looking
both ways to see if the coast was clear, he opened the door and slipped
inside. He motioned to me with a crooked finger. I slipped in behind him
and he closed and locked the door. The tiny room was fitted with a long
bench seat under the window, and a small toilet in an even tinier room off
the sitting area.

Jim flopped down on the seat, and patted his leg. I sat on his offered
thigh, and he started immediately groping and feeling of my body all over.
His hardness was insistent against my leg, and he was doing his best to rub
it against me. I let my hand drop over it and started squeezing his dick.

"Oh baby," he moaned. Don't do that or I'll blow in my pants. He kissed
me on the mouth, and I pulled away. None of the men I'd ever been with had
ever wanted to kiss me.

"Don't kiss." I pushed his chest.

"OK I'll stop, but I like to kiss anybody I'm gonna fuck."

"Well if you're gonna fuck me, you gotta pay up first." He pulled the
bills out of his jacket pocket where he'd stuffed them after winning. He
didn't even count them as he stuffed them into my hands. I didn't bother
counting them either, and stood up and stuffed them into both my front
pockets. I dropped down to my knees, and reached for his zipper. He pushed
my hand away, and told me to take my clothes off. I stood up in the narrow
space, and he stood as well. We both undressed, and he hung his suit on a
hook on the back of the door, and when he was naked, turned around and
lowered a bed, I hadn't realized was there. He sat on the edge of the bed,
and I could see in the dim light from the open door of the toilet, his
massive hard-on rising between his legs reaching almost to his navel. The
head glistened with precum, and I could see he still had his foreskin, which
was bunched up under the flair of his cock head.

I dropped my underwear on the pile of my clothes, and stood naked with my
own hard-on sticking up about six inches. He reached for my cock and pulled
me closer. He leaned over and started to kiss m again. I pushed him away,
and he apologized, saying he had forgotten I didn't like it.

"You ever docked before?"

"What's that?"

"I'll show you."

"Does it hurt?"

"Not that I ever knew." He pulled my cock down and then took his bigger
dick in his hand and pulled it down until both our cock heads were lips to
lips. He smeared his wet precum all over my dick head, and then pushed the
folds of his foreskin up over his flair and then down over my cock shaft.
His skin went down almost the full length of my dick, and felt strange and
wonderful. He gripped our two cocks in his big fist, and began sliding his
hand on our shafts using his skin and precum as lubrication while he jacked
us off at the same time. It felt so good, I just leaned back and closed my
eyes and let him have his way.

It wasn't long before I sensed his breathing begin to change. I opened my
eyes, and saw he had let his head loll onto his shoulder, with his eyes
tightly closed, His hand had kept up a slow steady pace, and his big cock
head must have been flooding the hollow under his foreskin, because the
sound of his sticky precum squishing along my shaft was hot. I could feel
myself getting close. My breathing started to change to sexual gasps.

"You like that?" He whispered in my ear.

"Mmmmm." I moaned, totally given over to the sensations in my cock. He
suddenly gripped his foreskin at the top around the base of my dick, and
hissed the good stuff was about to cum. he shivered slightly, and his cock
began shooting inside the confines of his skin. The feeling of his scalding
cum flooding around my dick, made my balls pull up tight, and my cum started
shooting against his cock head. He moaned with pleasure, and his skin bag
ballooned around my shaft, filling with both our loads of cum. We shivered
together as we came off of our mutual climaxes.

"You eat cum?" He looked into my eyes, and I nodded. He carefully
pulled his foreskin off my shaft, leaving it slick with cum. He bent over
and licked an sucked my still stiff cock clean of the cum. He moaned a
little as he cleaned me up with his mouth and tongue. Finished, he leaned
back on the bed, and offered me his cock, which he was still pinching closed
between his thumb and forefinger. I licked up the shaft until I was right
under his fingers, and he pushed the head into my open mouth, pulling his
fingers out of the way. The gush of released cum, filled my mouth with more
than I could hold. I tried to swallow, but some dripped out of the corners
of my mouth. I began sucking and using my tongue into his foreskin, licking
and sucking him clean. The flavors of our two loads mixed. My sweet cum,
juxtaposed against his saltier more acidic tobacco flavored, sent me into a
heady cum hungry frenzy of slurping and sucking. He grabbed the sides of my
head with his hands, and pulled me off.

"you keep that up kid, I'll blow another load. Let's lay down here for a
while, and I'll be ready to go again pretty soon. He laid down on the back
of the narrow bed, and I crawled in beside him. He pulled a sheet and a
thin blanket over us, and pulled my head down on his big muscular arm, and
cuddled me into his body. It felt good laying there against him, and the
next thing I knew, I was waking up, feeling his thick cock, stiff and
probing my ass crack.

The light outside had increased, and dawn couldn't be far away. He reached
over my hip, and took my limp dick in his big hand, and began to massage me.
"You awake stud?" I liked that he called me that, and lifted myself up on
my elbow and faced him. I leaned over, and kissed him on the lips. He
opened his mouth, and I felt his tongue slip into mine. I got instantly
hard, having never been kissed with tongue before.

"I'm ready for my fuck now if you are?" We'll be in Denver soon, and
that's where I get off. So if I'm gonna get off in your butt hole, we'd
better get busy." He threw off the covers, and we squirmed around on the
narrow bed, until he had me under him, and had raised his body up with is
big cock pointing at my ass. He leaned down and I felt his tongue lick
across my hole. He began lapping my hole like a dog might, letting more and
more spit collect there. He stopped and asked me if I'd been fucked before,
and seemed disappointed when I had to tell him I'd taken dozens of dicks in
my hole in the past few weeks.

He positioned his cock head at my hole, and pushed into me slowly. His
thickness felt good to me as it filled my cavity. He bottomed out in my
butt, and laid on my back lightly, and the weight of his body on my back,
felt wonderful. I raised my butt up, to give him a better angle, and he
began a slow stroke. He was soon moaning and sighing about how wonderful it
felt to be fucking my tight little hole. His strokes began to speed up a
little, and I felt the train wheels begin to slow their clacking on the
joints of the tracks. It felt like it was slowing down to stop. I turned
my head to look out the window, and I saw we were coming into a town. It
was early yet, and the only lights on in the houses were intermittent, and
dim. People in this town were just beginning to stir. He was grunting and
groaning quietly, in my ear, licking my ear, sticking his tongue into my
inner ear, sending shivers through my body. I closed my eyes, and gave
myself up to the fuck he was giving me so expertly.

The train shuddered, and continued to roll, but much more slowly. Jim
ignored the train, and continued to fuck me slowly. Someone knocked lightly
on the door and said the word Denver. Jim fucked me as if he hadn't heard,
still sighing and moaning in my ear.

I heard a bell clanging outside the train, and opened my eyes again. We
were moving slowly along side another train. It appeared to be moving
slowly as well, but in the opposite direction. Must be the morning train
headed East, I thought, just as the first passenger car rolled past our
window. A woman setting in the other car, glanced at us, and put her hand
to her mouth in shock. Jim obviously was in some sort of lust, and didn't
react at all, except to keep fucking me. The woman rolled out of my sight,
to be replaced with other shocked people in the opposite car. Many of them
had gotten out of their seats on the opposite side of their train car to
stare at us fucking full length in out compartment.

Car after car rolled past with the same effect. Jim fucked away, and I
just watched the shocked faces in the other train, and enjoyed his thrusting
dick sliding in and out of my hole. He reached some sort of plateau, and
began to hump me harder, jerking his hip suddenly forward and then pulling
slowly back. Each thrust forward, caused me to grunt. His big dick head
was dragging on my prostate , and I could feel I was getting ready to shoot
off. I flexed my muscles, and tightened my sphincter around his shaft. He
groaned, and whimpered in my ear, and I saw the people watching us were
fascinated with what they could see. The women were shocked, hiding the
eyes of the occasional child, but most of the men watching us were looking
with interest, occasionally licking their lips. I even saw one guy groping
himself while he watched intently as long as his moving train permitted.

Jim began to cum, trying to be quiet, he humped my butt hard, gasping for
breath, and I shot off at the same time, gushing several shots onto the
sheet beneath my body. Jim finally went rigid shoving his big cock all the
way into me and shivered and humped several times as he finished blowing
into my hole. He laid himself over me for a few minutes, and I felt him
relax on my back.

"That was fabulous, kid." He whispered. "Best fuck I've had in years. If
my ol' lady would let me fuck her like that, we might still be together."

"Well, we put on a good show." I nodded at the train rolling a little
faster beside our now stopped train. He glanced over, and grabbed the bed
clothes in a fist, and tried to cover us.

"Jeasus," He slipped off the bed, dragging me with him trying to wrap the
bedclothes around us both. He reached over and pulled down a blind over the
window. That done, he dropped the bedclothes on the bed, and leaned over
giggling and kissed me on the mouth. I pushed my tongue into his mouth this
time. I decided I liked kissing this way, and would try it on other guys in
the future.

He broke the kiss, and stepped into the toilet. I heard him pissing into
the stool, and then run some water in the tiny sink. He came out with a wet
towel. "You want to piss or take a dump?" I did feel like I had to shit,
and sat down on the stool and watched him use the wet towel to take a sponge
bath. I emptied my bowels first of his load of cum, and then a respectable
crap. I flushed it away, and then let him wet the towel in warm water, and
wash my body all over. He paid careful attention to my flaccid cock, and my
hole. He poked the towel up into me a little and reamed me around with the
rough towel material.

We dressed, and just before he opened the door to let me out, he handed me
a card. "You ever get into Denver again, and need a place to stay, gimme a
call. I'd like to do this again if you're willing."

"I'll keep it in my billfold. You never know what'll happen. Me and my
friend jumped a freight train to go to California a week ago from Phoenix,
but ended up in Kansas City."

"Well, that was good luck for me. Wasn't it?"

"Lucky for me too. I liked fucking around with you. And I really liked
that docking thing you do, and I liked kissing with tongues."

"That's called French kissing. I like it too." He leaned over and gave me
another French kiss. It lasted for a long minute, then he broke it off, and
patted my butt with his left hand. "Better run along now, so I can get
myself together to get off the train. I mean it, you call me if you ever
get back to Denver." He opened the door and peeked out. There were several
people moving around in the isle, but none of them were paying attention to
anyone else. I popped out of the compartment, and scurried off toward the
car where Sally and Steve were.

"Where the hell have you been all night?" Steve looked worried. Sally was
still asleep. I pulled the wads of money out of my pockets. His eyes got
large, when we counted a hundred and thirty-two dollars. "You fucked
thirteen guys and sucked off two?" He whispered.

"Juss one. He took me to his sleeping compartment and gave me all this
money. He showed me how to kiss like the French do, and did something with
his cock skin he called docking, which was really good, and then just before
we got into this station, he fucked me while another train load of people
watched us doin' it."

"An' here I was worried to death all night wonderin' what happened to you."
Sally stretched and yawned, and sat up rubbing her eyes.

"Where are we?" She yawned again.

"Denver," I said. She looked out of the window at the crowds of people
walking around the platform.

"How long are we going to be here? I'm hungry."

"Doesn't matter. They've got a car at the back that serves food."

"Nah they don't," she said.

"Yes they do. I already had a baloney sandwich and a glass of milk."

"Eew. For breakfast?"

"No ya dummy. Last night while you and Steve were sleepin'. I got to
sleep in a bed in a private compartment last night, while you two had to put
up with this hard seat for a bed."

"Yeah, well who did you have to fuck?" She knew what we did for money, and
had gotten over her shock, for the companionship Steve and I offered.

"Just a guy named Jim." I pulled out his card, an showed them. "He give
me this and a hundred and thirty two dollars to go to his compartment to
spend the night with him. I slept good, and had a good time besides."

"Well you little shit." She was grinning at me. "Since you're so flush,
you ken just treat us to breakfast in the dining car."

"OK. Let's go. I'm hungry for some steak and eggs, if they don't put none
of that cream `o wheat stuff on it." She laughed.

"You just don't know what's good kid. Grits are wonderful.

End​

 

[upyrkilt469]

Re: Across the Alley Chapter 24

Gary, that was great. I've taken the train out west many times but never had the luck that Dave had. Oh well, maybe another time. Thanks again for a great chapter.
Vic

 

[harry113]

Re: Across the Alley Chapter 24

Gary, this is great !! Thank you
A story within a story!!
Loving it
Hugs
Harry

 

[mexamor]

Re: Across the alley Chapter 1

Very hot and great story thanks.

 

[kcm17480]

Re: Across the Alley Chapter 24

I have to agree with Harry 113.

 

[LaloGS]

Across the Alley Chapter 25

Across the Alley Chapter 25
By
LaloGS​

Fiction


We got a table as soon as we got into the dining car, because the train was
still sitting in the station, and the early rising passengers, were milling
around out on the platform. The Porter brought us coffee and orange juice
and took our orders. I was sipping my coffee, and watching the passengers
stretch their legs, when I caught the eye of the man that had been in the
car the night before when I left with Jim to go to his compartment. He
smirked at me, and I saw him grope himself a bit before he walked on down
the platform toward the back of the train.

I tucked into my steak and eggs, that had come with a steaming pile of hash
brown potatoes. Sally grinned at me while I made a smiley face and stuffed
my mouth with meat and potatoes. Steve had taken his seat next to Sally,
and I saw that he was taking a lot of opportunities to glance at her beside
him. I got the feeling that he was falling for her in a big way. I
wondered what being in love with Sally would mean to his new found method of
making money. I was thinking of these things, when the man I'd seen on the
platform sat down at the table directly behind Sally and Steve.

I watched the Porter bring him coffee and juice, and take his order. As
the Porter moved away, he picked up his coffee cup, and blew across it while
he stared at me. I stuffed a bite of meat into my mouth, and stared right
back at him. He took a sip of his coffee, and set the cup back in its
saucer. He was wearing a suit jacket, but hadn't put on a tie. His face
was thin, with a day's growth of beard. I wondered if he had a compartment
n the train.

His food came, and he started eating, ignoring me. I went back to my food,
and soon had my plate cleaned. The Porter came by and poured ma another cup
of coffee, and took my dirty plates away. Sally was dawdling over her
steak, and talking to Steve about what she wanted to do in California. Her
plan sounded like she'd done a lot of thinking about it. A heck of a lot
more than either Steve or I had done. Listening to her I heard her begin to
include the two of us in her plans.

We'd get an apartment, and some cheap furniture, and share the expenses of
living in Hollywood. Sally was twenty, and she and Steve made a nice
couple. He was nearly eighteen, and looked almost her age. They thought
they could pass me off as his or her little brother, and that would make us
seem to be at least semi normal to the outside world. We talked about
things for a while, and they finished their food, and got up to go back to
the seats where our stuff was located. I stayed behind, to pay the bill.
That left me sitting alone, staring at the man across from me watching him
eat his breakfast.

The Porter came by with a check, and I paid him and gave him a dollar tip.
I asked him if there were any compartments available in the sleeping car
that would sleep three, and he said he'd check with the Conductor, who was
in charge of that. He poured me another cup of coffee, while he went
looking for the Conductor. Sipping my coffee, and watching the scurrying
people on the platform, I heard the guy across from me clear his throat. I
glanced at him, and he smiled at me and let his tongue slip through his lips
and he flicked it across his teeth. The train whistle blew several blasts,
and the people on the platform started running for the train.

In a moment, the dining car began to fill with people. The Porter came
down the isle with the Conductor following closely behind him. The Porter
pointed at me and continued on down the isle, helping women take seats as he
went.

"You wanted a compartment?" The Conductor pulled out a book he'd had in
his inside coat pocket. His thick gold watch chain glittered across his
ample stomach, as he flipped through the pages of the booklet.

"Where you goin' son?"

"My Sister and her husband an me are goin'' to Los Angeles." He flipped
another page or two, and pulled a stub of a pencil from behind his ear, and
ran it down the page.

"Got a three bed sleeper all the way to LA. Seventy-five dollars from
Denver to LA. You want it?"

"Yes Sir. I pulled out my billfold, and started counting out cash. He
picked up the eighty dollars I'd laid on the table while I counted it, and
he counted it a second time, and pulled out a billfold attached to his belt
with another chain, and put the bills I'd given him into it. He stuck the
closed wallet back into his pants, and never made an effort to give me my
five dollars in change. I just learned another lesson, and made a not to
myself to always pay exactly what was quoted so if I felt like giving a tip
to somebody I could decide what size tip I'd give somebody.

He mad a note in his notebook, then in another book, he wrote me out a
receipt for seventy-five dollars. He slapped it down on the table, and told
me to check with him when I was ready to see the compartment and he'd give
me a key. I told him I was ready now, and he said he'd be a little busy for
a few minutes getting the new passengers settled and checked for tickets,
but if I'd wait, he'd be back to set me up shortly. He tipped his hat, and
started off down the isle toward the front of the train to the common cars.

I glanced at the man across the table, and he was staring at me with a
puzzled look on his face. He dabbed his mouth with his napkin, and motioned
for the Porter. He paid his bill, and stood to leave. He glanced at me,
and let his hand grope himself in passing, and grinned when he saw me
watching him do it. He turned and walked down the isle following after the
Conductor toward the front of the train. He paused to let a fat woman and
her fat husband squeeze past him in the isle, and glanced back at me once
more before leaving the car. I got up immediately and followed him at a
distance. I figured the Conductor could be found later.

The man walked through two cars before he stopped and pulled a suit case
off the rack above the seats. He laid it on a bench seat, and popped it
open. He took a folded shirt, and a pair of socks and some boxer shorts.
He closed the case, and put it back up on the rack. Picking his change of
clothes up he turned and saw me standing in the isle watching him. His grin
was genuine this time, and he knew he'd connected with me. He jerked his
head slightly motioning for me to follow him, and then headed for the other
end of the car. I followed him after a moment.

He stopped at the end of the car, but instead of going on into the next
car, he stepped down and disappeared while he watched me over his shoulder.
When I got to the stairs he'd used, I saw a sign on the panel with the word
"Gentlemen" stamped in metal. I tripped down the stairs, and saw the door
of the restroom slightly ajar. I pushed in through the door, and he was
standing in front of a mirror, combing his hair. He looked at me, and told
me to lock the door. I did, and turned back to him.

"What do you charge?"

"Depends." I walked over to the toilet and pulled out my cock and started
pissing in the water. He stopped what he was doing, and watched me pissing.
He licked his lips when I looked at him.

"If I suck you off?" He slipped down on his knees in the narrow
compartment. I finished pissing, and turned to him, my cock still hanging
out of my zipper.

"Hell, you can do that for free." He leaned over and sucked my six inch
cock into his hot mouth. He had me hard in no time, and sucked me for
several minutes. After a while, he got up and let my stiff dick slide out
of his mouth. I could see he was hard in his pants, and groped him with
both my hands. He moaned a little, and sat back down on the toilet. He
pulled me to him again, and began sucking my cock with more conviction. I
was getting into it, fucking his mouth a little. He put his hands on my
butt, and started trying to make me fuck his face harder. I started humping
him faster, and he moaned again as the head of my stiff cock forced its way
into his throat. I was standing on my tip toes, fucking him hard, and felt
my nuts starting to draw up to unload. I hissed a warning that I was
cumming, and he started shaking and sucking like a crazy men. When my first
spurt of cum shot into his mouth, he moaned loudly and started swallowing
and sucking with his tongue wrapped around my cock and sliding up and down
my hardness. I emptied my nuts into him, and pulled out of his face. He
had a drop of my cum on his upper lip, and licked it off with his eyes
closed.

"You liked that; didn't you?" He nodded with his eyes still closed, and
moaned. I leaned over and squeezed his hard cock, and he jumped a little.

"I'll suck you off for twenty dollars." His eyes popped open.

"Really?" I nodded. He stood up and took his wallet out and handed me a
twenty. I told him to drop his pants and boxers, and he did as I told him.
He stood there with his big uncut cock throbbing in front of my face, with
his giant balls hanging in their sack between his legs. I turned him
around, and sat myself down on the stool, and reached for his balls. I
hefted them and he spread his legs for my hands to have complete access
to his big hangers. I let them roll in my fingers, and examined them
closely. They seemed to be the size of hen's eggs, and were the biggest set
of balls I'd ever seen to that point in my career as a hustler. Of course I
didn't know what I was doing was called hustling at that point, but that
didn't make a difference to me.

I stuck out my tongue and lapped at his hairy wrinkled nut sack. He took a
deep breath, and I sucked one of his big heavy orbs into my mouth. I rolled
it around, and he put his hands on my head, and rolled my mouth around on
his sack. I sucked and played with the ball in my mouth with my tongue. I
let it slip out, and immediately sucked the second one in. He moaned a
little, and shivered. I played with the second nut, and then let it slip
out of my mouth and let my tongue run up the underside of his cock. It
throbbed under my tongue, and his wrinkled purse of skin at the top bubbled
with an ooze of clear precum. He was shivering pretty regularly, and the
precum began to run down his shaft. I captured the stream with my lips, and
pulled my head back and pulled his cock downward with my hand, letting the
long string of clear liquid glisten between us. I rolled my eyes up to look
at him, and he was staring down at me holding his breath. He had a look of
shear lust on his face. I opened my mouth wide, and gathered up the string
of precum as I moved forward and engulfed his still covered cock head with
my mouth.

Once I had it inside, he groaned with pleasure, and humped into me a
little. I held his sliding skin in my fist, and the head of his cock
slipped out of his foreskin into my open mouth. A sharp bitter taste
invaded my mouth. I'd only remembered the taste from my first time with
Karl. He'd told me it was called head cheese. The flood of taste through
my senses, brought a flood of memories about Karl. I gave myself over to
the emotions coursing through me and began to suck his cock with pleasure,
letting the curds of cock cheese slide down my throat. He soon was humping
my throat, and I let him take over the mouth fuck until he was going at me
like a man that hadn't had sex in ages. It didn't take him long to start
basting his thick load down my throat. He was groaning and moaning and
humping my face as he emptied his nuts into me.

"Whew," he said, and pulled his drained cock out of my mouth and leaned
back against the wall, with his softening dick beginning to droop between
his legs. His foreskin slipped back over his cock head, and a drop of
pearly white cum appeared in the pursed lips there. I leaned over and
licked it off. He put his hand on my head, and ran his fingers through my
lengthening burr head.

"How was that?" I looked up at him, and he smiled down at me.

"If my wife sucked cock like that, I'd be a happy man."

"You're married?"

"Yeah. But she don't put out much, and the few times I been able to talk
her inta a suck job, she gets all pissed off if she even gets a little taste
of precum.

"You got kids?"

"Yeah. Two boys one's twelve, and the oldest id sixteen. How old are
you?"

"Same as your oldest." I lied. His eyes bugged out.

"Shit. Don't tell nobody I been doin' stuff with you hey."

"Nah. I wouldn't mention it to nobody." He seemed relieved.

"That your Sister and her husband you're travelin' with? I heard you tell
that Conductor she was."

"Yeah. We're goin'' to Hollywood. Sis wants to get in the movies."

"Hollywood eh?"

"Yeah. You ever been there?"

"Well, I live there. In fact, I work in the movies."

"You an actor?"

"No. I work on the scripts they are planning on shooting. I make sure the
stuff goin'' on all checks out. It's called continuity. You got a place to
stay when you get there?"

"Not yet. We figured we'd look oncet we get there."

"You might look at my complex. They have nice apartments and there's a
pool to swim in, and lemon and orange trees and even a couple of grapefruit
trees. Rents aren't too bad, and they pay the utilities. Maybe I could
recommend you to the landlady."

"That would be nice. If we was living in the same place, maybe we could
get together when you feel the need for a blow job." He smiled at the idea.

"That would be nice. I feel like I'm sexed up all the time, and my wife
won't put out more'n twice a month anymore. If you were livin' close by,
maybe it could be a regular thing. I think I could use a suck job once a
day. I hang around at work with all those pretty young women and men. I
fantasize about fucking each and everyone of them all the time. By the time
I get home every night, I have to lock myself in the toilet and jerk off a
load before I can be civil again."

"So tell me how to get to your place and we'll check it out."

"I'll do better than that. I'll give you a ride in the car the studio is
sending for me. I've been in New York on studio business, and they always
send a car when it's studio business."

"That would be great. By the way, I'm Davy." I offered my hand. He shook
it with a firm grip.

"I'm Gilbert, but my friends call me Gil."

"I'm glad I ran into you Gil."

"Me too Davy. What's your Sister and Brother-in-law's names?"

"Sally and Steve. That reminds me. I've got to go find the Conductor to
get that key from him. Sally and Steve don't know I got us a sleeper
compartment yet. I'll come by and see you later."

"That would be great Davy. He was stepping out of his trousers and boxers
having kicked off his shoes. He was going to take a sponge bath he said,
and change his under things so he didn't stink up the train. I slipped out
the door, and heard him lock it behind me.

I found the conductor walking back toward the dining car, and tugged on his
coat tail. He guided me back into the sleeper car, through the diner where
people were still eating breakfast. In the sleeper car, he opened the door
to a small office compartment, and lifted a key off a hook and then closed
and locked the door. He led me to a compartment door, and unlocked it for
me.

"Here you go son." He handed me the key. "The Porter will stop by and
turn the beds down if you want when you're ready to go to sleep."

"Can we stay in here during the day?"

"Sure. You rented it. If you need anything, just ask a Porter."

"Yes Sir." He turned and left me standing in the door. The compartment
was the same one Jim had occupied until we got to Denver. It was all
cleaned up, and looked like it had never been occupied. I wondered what the
cleaning person had thought of the cum splattered sheets Jim and I had left
for him.

I pulled the door closed and heard the lock drop into place with a click.
I headed back through the dining car still filled with diners. I got to the
seats Steve and Sally occupied, and they were sitting side by side, reading
a movie magazine. Steve had his hand on her leg, and his arm around her
shoulder. She was leaning on him. I looked at them for a moment, before
they noticed me standing there in the isle. They both straightened up when
they saw me, and Steve took his arm off her shoulder, and put his hand on
her leg on his instead of hers.

"You guys goin'' together or somethin'?" I sat down on the bench opposite
them, and folded my legs under me like a yogi waiting for an answer.

"Yeah," Steve said. "We like each other. What of it squirt?"

"Don't call me squirt." We glared at each other for a moment. "You two
gonna get married?" Sally blushed red as a beet, and glanced down at her
magazine. Steve braved it out, and then looked down as well.

"Thinkin' `bout it." I let the information lay in the air in front of me
for a moment without reacting. Steve finally looked up at me, his eyes had
a funny look in them. "You kin live with us if you want."

"I ain't worried about a place to live. I already lined somethin' up in
Hollywood."

"Bull." Steve slipped back into his old self for a moment.

"Really. I queered around with a guy that told me he lives in a nice
complex in Hollywood, and he's gonna recommend me to his landlady." Sally
looked up at the word Queered. I looked at her hard, and she looked back
down at her magazine.

"I don't believe it." Steve crossed his arms over his chest, and glared at
me.

"Suit yourself." I looked out the window and saw the train was beginning
to climb into some hills. Off to the south, I could see a big mountain that
had snow on its upper shoulders. "Does Sally understand how we make money?"
She looked up again, and started to color up. Steve just nodded.

"Are you gonna keep it up in Hollywood?" He shrugged, and glanced at
Sally.

"Sally don't want me to do it no more." He looked out the window and let
out a low whistle. "That must be Pike's Peak down there. We all knew the
story of Zebulon Pike from school, and even Sally looked at the mountain
blue in the distance. After the novelty of the massive peak wore off, I
leaned back against the backrest, and unlocked my legs and let them hang off
the edge of the seat.

"Well, if that's the way it's gonna be, I got a present for you two."

"What kind of present?" Steve looked at me closely.

"Get your stuff together and come with me." They watched me for a moment,
and then Steve got up and pulled the two small suitcases off the rack above
the seats. He handed one to me, and Sally gathered up her pillow and
blanket which were folded and stacked on the seat next to where I'd been
sitting. I lead the way through the cars, and into the dining car. The
tables of people had thinned out, and the Porters were busy cleaning up
after the breakfast rush. I walked through the car, and into the sleeper
car. I stopped in front of the compartment I'd rented and handed Steve the
key.

"This is a sleeper compartment. I rented it so we would have
beds to sleep in at night. It sleeps three, and has its own little toilet.
Unlock it." He stuck the key in the door and opened the compartment. The
landscape was flashing past the full window, as the train climbed into the
Rockies. Pines and long vistas were rolling by outside. We all stepped
inside, and I slipped the case I was carrying under the long bench seat, and
Steve put his under there as well.

We all sat down, the two of them with their backs to the window, and me in
the single seat against the wall next to the door. I stood up and opened
the toilet to show them, and they both leaned over and looked into the
cramped space. I sat back down, and they leaned back as well.

"How do you like it?"

"What did this cost?" Steve asked.

"What do you care. It's my present to you two."

"We have to save our money for when we get to California."

"I know that, but I bet I can make what this cost back before we get
there. If you was workin' too, we could make double." He looked at me
almost disgusted. Sally was looking at me with a funny look.

"How much do you charge for doin' it with some man?" She looked at me with
a serious look.

"Depends on what he want's ta do with me. If I suck him off I charge
twenty dollars now. If he wants to fuck me, I'm chargin' fifty dollars for
that. An' Last night, the guy I spent the night with, had so much fun he
give me a big tip, which is how I paid for this compartment and our
breakfast. If we keep workin' we'll be all right."

"Shut up," Steve hissed. Sally..."

"No," Sally said. "He's right. What do you think I could make doin' it
with men?"

"Probably the same as me."

"You ain't doin' it with no men." Steve was getting hot.

"Why not? You been doin' it."

"So what." Steve had his arms folded over his chest again.

"Steve," she said. "I was making thirty cents an hour plus tips working as a
waitress, which is the only work I could find after I left home. It took me
two years of doin' it and savin' every penny to get enough together to come
on this trip. Davy's making more in a few minutes than I did in a week as a
waitress. If we all did it for a while, maybe we could afford to live in a
better place than that dump of a room I've paid ten dollars a week for since
I got to Kansas City.

Steve got up and handed her the key. He opened the door to the isle, and
slammed the door as he left. Sally and I sat there looking at each other.
I finally shrugged, and leaned back.

"You think he'll get over it?" She seemed worried about it.

"Probably. What I don't understand is why he's hooked up with you and
talkin' about gettin' married. Me `n him have been queerin' around since
before we met. I never figered he wasn't all queer."

"Maybe it was me."

"How could it be you?"

"Well, we did it back in my room in Kansas City, when you went out for
something. He told me he liked doin' it with me, and he hadn't ever thought
it would happen, because he thought he was queer. But he did a fine job
with me, and we've been talkin' about staying with each other ever minute
we've had alone since then."

"No shit?" She grinned. "That puss or yours must be mighty fine stuff."
She laughed out loud. Just at that moment, the door lock rattled, and Steve
came back into the compartment. He looked defeated.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi," he answered, and sat back down next to Sally. She took his hand in
hers, and pulled him to her and kissed him on the mouth.

"OK?" she asked. He nodded. We sat in silence for a long minute, then she
leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He looked at her and then at me.

"OK." I reached across, and slapped him on the knee.

"Well," Sally said. "I haven't ever sucked on a dick. In fact, until I
had sex with you Steve, I'd only done it once before with a guy I dated a
little back home, and he made me do it in my butt hole so I wouldn't get
pregnant. You'll have to teach me how to do this stuff the right way."

"You want to learn to suck cock?" Steve looked at her.

"That and everything else you can think of. You two can do the men that
like boys, and I'll do the ones who don't. That way we'll make more money
than we know what to do with."

"Well," Steve muttered. "If you promise not to fuck with your pussy and
only take it up the butt, I'll go along with it. But your pussy is mine to
fuck is that clear?"

"Clear enough. When can we start the lessons? I'm horny." I laughed and
slapped my hands together. Steve found it funny as well, and laughed with
us.

I got up and said I was going to find my friend from Hollywood, and would
leave them alone to practice all they wanted. I showed them how to pull the
bed down from above, and also how to close the window shade for privacy. As
I opened the door to leave, I saw the Conductor opening his little office.
I stepped out and closed the door behind me just as I saw Sally pounce on
Steve, and start pulling his shirt buttons open.

End​

 

[upyrkilt469]

Re: Across the Alley Chapter 25

Something new everiy day. Keeps me coming back for more. Keep it up, Gary. I'm really enjoying this.
Vic

 

[harry113]

Re: Across the Alley Chapter 25

Wow!! Gary thanks.
Hot & Sexy .... great chapter
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Harry

 

[LaloGS]

Across the Alley Chapter 26

Across the Alley Chapter 26
By
LaloGS​

Fiction


Gil collected us on the platform, and ushered us into the big black Packard
that was waiting for him. Sally was enthralled by the tall Royal Palms she
saw lining the streets. Gil had the driver take a tour of the downtown
section of the city. The tallest building he said was city hall, and that
there would never be a taller building in the city because of the
earthquakes.

None of us had ever heard of an earthquake and he explained that it was the
earth shifting along big subterranean cracks and fissures. the pressure
built up from huge sections of land grinding against each other, and
suddenly slipping. He told us if one started to try to get out of any
building or if that wasn't possible to get into a doorway, which would be
the strongest place in a building. By the time we pulled up in front of the
apartment complex Gill called home, he had us all wide eyed wondering when
the earth was going to start shaking.

He unloaded his suitcases, and had the driver take them to his apartment.
He gave the driver his house key, and then took us off to meet the landlady.
The woman who answered the doorbell on the second ring, was wearing a long
flowing nearly transparent robe. Under it, she had on a pink slip that kept
her decent, but barely. her feet were enclosed in fluffy house slippers
that matched the pink slip. All this was in subtle contrast to her uncombed
orange red hair and bright red lipstick smeared around her mouth. She had
painted her cheekbones with bright red patches of rouge. When she smiled at
Gil when she recognized him, we could see her teeth were yellowed and
stained with tobacco, of which she reeked.

"Gloria, good morning. I brought you some new tenants. This is Sally, and
Steve, and Sally's little brother Davy. I met them on the train, and
they've got stars in their eyes. Can you let them rent one of the vacant
apartments?" Gloria looked us over from head to toe, then from toe to head.

"Kinda young aren't they?" Her voice was deep and husky from too many
cigarettes and who knew what else.

"Young? Yes, but I think you'll like having them around." Gill said he
had to get back to his apartment and get a shower, and report into his
office at Paramount.

"Come on in sweeties," Gloria stepped back and raised her arm inviting us
in. We waved good-bye to Gil, and trooped into Gloria's apartment.

She seated us in her living room filled with overstuffed furniture covered
with doilies and pillows. The two tall lamps in the corners behind the big
couch, were covered by fringed lamp shades, giving the room a certain exotic
quality. A parrot perch stood empty in the corner, and a large covered cage
sat in the corner behind it. I could hear the bird moving around under the
cover, and asked if we could see it.

"Oh yes. That's Jimmy Cagney, it's time to take his cover off anyway."
She pulled the soiled cover off, and the large blue red and yellow bird
fluttered its wings, and fluffed up its feathers and said in what sounded
like Jimmy Cagney's voice, "What th' hell, what th' hell." Gloria picked up
a small orange from a tray and held it up to the bars of the cage. The
parrot took it immediately in its black curving bill, and transferred it to
a large clawed foot, and began to peel the fruit with its beak. "Top of th'
world mom, top of th' world..." He bit into the juicy fruit, and made a
satisfied sound and ruffled his beautiful feathers.

"Now," Gloria said, sitting down in the big overstuffed chair opposite the
couch where we three were sitting looking around wide eyed. "What can I do
for you?" Sally, being the oldest, spoke first.

"We'd like to rent an apartment from you if that's possible. We're from
Kansas City, and want to get into the pictures, so we ain't got much money,
but we can pay the rent."

"Oh honey, if you want to get in the pictures you've got to learn there
isn't any such word as ain't. They won't take you seriously using language
like that. But, you're pretty enough to make it if you get a break. I was
in pictures you know?"

"Really?" Sally was impressed.

"Forty-eight pictures. When the sound came in, they didn't think my voice
sounded like I looked on screen, so I got retired and I bought this place
with my savings and I make do now."

"Gee," Sally said. "Maybe we can talk about things."

"Maybe we could. What do you folks need in bedrooms? Two or three?"

"Two," Sally replied, glancing at Steve as she said it. He nodded. Do you
have any that have some furniture since we don't got any yet?" Gloria
clucked her tongue at Sally.

"Honey, I got everything you need. When deadbeats leave it's usually in
the middle of the night, and they don't often take a stick of furniture with
them. I'll tell you what. If you can come up with fifty a month, you
can have number nine, which is a two bedroom, and is furnished nice. Even
has dishes and cooking stuff. I pay the utilities, and you can move in now, and
pay me the first of the month. Keeps my book keeping easy." A man's voice
called her name from somewhere in the back of the apartment.

"Just a minute Henry. I'm renting an apartment." She shouted in her husky
voice.

"I haven't got all day," he yelled back. The voice was closer this time.
We all looked up as a tall naked young man stepped into view under an arched
opening into what was obviously a dining room. He was standing there with a
hard-on, covered with bright red smears that matched Gloria's lipstick.

"Oh henry, get back in the bedroom. I'll be back in a few minutes. I just
need to show these kids the apartment." He turned unembarrassed, and went
back the way he'd come from. "Don't go wasting anything hon," she yelled.
"I'll be back shortly." Henry grumped something unintelligible, and then
was silent.

"Sorry about that," Gloria got up and went to a small cabinet behind the
front door, and took a set of keys out of it. "Come on sweeties, I'll show
you the place. Henry's got to get to work soon."

She led the way down the winding cracked concrete walk through a court yard
filled with citrus trees in fruit. In the back corners of the yard, were
what we would learn were real banana trees, and below them, large plantings
of exotic spiky flowers she told us were called Birds of Paradise. At the
apartment with a number nine in brass on its door, she opened it with one of
the keys, and then handed the keys to Sally.

"I've got to get back to Henry before he does something rash. If you don't
like anything just let me know, and we'll see about it later." She turned
and walked back down the slightly inclined walk, her transparent robe
billowing out behind her in a slight breeze. The sun beat down, and the
lemon tree was in full bloom filling the court yard with its heady
fragrance. It felt like a bit of paradise to all of us, and Sally who had
never seen oranges growing ran over to the nearest tree, and picked a bright
round fruit and held it to her nose.

"Imagine, just picking an orange like that." Gil came out of an apartment
two doors down and asked how it went. Sally held up the keys and shook
them. Gil said he had to get to a meeting, but would be home afterward, and
would stop by to see how we were settling in. He waved and ran down the
walk, and got into the waiting Packard.

The apartment was furnished with good used furniture, and had double beds
in each bedroom. In the larger room, which Sally and Steve decided they
wanted for themselves, there was a complete bedroom set, with a make-up
dresser and a walk in closet. In the room that was to be mine, there was
the bed, an chest of drawers and a small closet. A desk in front of the
window looking out over the court yard, had a big black typewriter sitting
on it, with a box full of typing paper. I thought it was neat, and decided
I'd teach myself to type on it. Since we didn't have much in the way of
clothes, we were essentially moved in. We looked around for a few minutes,
and decided to go out on the streets to look around our new home. We talked
about finding a grocery and getting a few things to put in the fridge in the
kitchen, so we could save some money by not eating out in cafes.

On the street, we found we were two block from Sunset Boulevard on one
side, and two blocks from Santa Monica boulevard in the other. We wandered
around for a while, and found a lock shop and had a key made for me, since
Gloria had only given us a set of two. We found a taco stand on a corner
and decided to treat Sally to her first Mexican food. She liked the taco,
and we each ate two. Steve and I soaked ours in hot sauce, which Sally
thought too spicy for her.

In a tiny grocery store, we bought some milk, cereal, and some vegetables
and two pounds of hamburger. At a bakery, we bought a loaf of bread, and
some cookies that looked good to us all. At a deli, we bought some giant
dill pickles, which we all thought were bizarre, and two pounds of baloney
and a jar of mustard. Walking back in the warm sunlight, I noticed a young
man leaning against the side of a building with his foot crooked up under
his ass on the wall. His Levis were tight on his thin frame, and his white
tee shirt was dingy with dirt and other smears.

I looked over my shoulder at him as we passed, and he was staring at me
intently as we walked away. He finally winked at me, and looked away. We
walked back to the apartment, and put our food away. Sally and Steve wanted
some time to themselves, so I told them I'd go for a long walk. It was
getting on to two or three in the afternoon, and I walked aimlessly for
a while looking at window displays, and watching people going about their
business. At a bus stop, I saw the young man I'd seen earlier sitting on
the bench with his hands in his pockets, looking lost. He glanced at me,
and smiled. I sat down next to him on the bench, and said hello. He nodded
at me, but said nothing.

It occurred to me he looked like he needed something. I asked him if he
was hungry. He nodded, but still said nothing. I told him my name, and he
looked at me curiously for a moment and then stuck his hand out offering to
shake.

"My name's Michael," he said. "You workin'?"

"Workin?" I didn't know what he meant.

"Lookin' for a party?" He was watching the cars that drove by, some
slowing down and the drivers looking at the two of us as they rolled by.

"I'm new in town. I just got here today. I guess I don't know what you
mean. I'll treat you to a burger and fries if you want?"

"You got jack?"

"What?"

"Jack. Money." He looked back at me, a serious loo in his eye.

"Some. Come on Mike, I'll treat." I stood up and looked up and down the
street for the nearest place to eat." He pushed himself up off the bench,
looking tired and beaten. He followed me a few steps behind. I walked
slowly waiting for him to catch up, but he paced himself to stay behind me.
We entered a little burger joint, and I ordered him a deluxe and a large
chocolate malt. I wasn't hungry, but I ordered myself a cherry coke to
drink while he ate. We took a seat in a booth, and waited for his food and
the drinks.

"Thanks man," he said. I haven't had nothin' to eat for three days. I
been a little sick, you know."

"The flu or somethin'?"

"Nah...you know..." I looked at him blankly. He returned the look, and
finally decided I was a square. "Horse," he explained with a word that
meant nothing to me.

"I don't understand what you mean."

"Yeah. I see that. I'm a hype."

"What's that?"

"Drugs man. You want to get high? I got a good connection, but I owe him
some scratch. If you got a few bucks, we can get real well, but I gotta pay
the roll I owe him."

"I don't think so. I don't got a lot of money and until I figger out the
ropes here in Hollywood, I have to live off it."

"Can you fix me so I'm not so sick?" He looked a little desperate.

"How much?"

"Thirty bucks to pay the roll, and a Lincoln for the fix." The waitress, a
Mexican woman brought the food and drinks, and He watched her walk away
before looking back at me. "Can you fix me?"

"I'll think about it. Eat your burger." I took a straw off the table and
stuck it into the tall glass of Cherry Coke. I sipped while he ate like a
starved dog. When the last of the fries and burger were gone, he attacked
the malt and was soon slurping it noisily.

"How did you get hooked on drugs?"

"My pimp did me up, and then turned me out to work for fixes. I've gotten
so filthy, nobody wants my ass anymore. I'm havin' a hard time pullin' in
any green. My pimp dumped me, and it's been hard since then to even get
enough to eat, `cause I spend all the time sick, so if I do hook up and make
a little scratch it goes into my leg so I can get well again. Say can I
have another burger?"

"Sure." I waved the waitress over, who was watching us closely. When she
arrived at the booth, I let him order what he wanted, which was a repeat of
the first order.

"Jew got money?" The waitress asked. I pulled out my billfold, and showed
her the cash in my wallet. "Okeh," she nodded, and turned away shouting the
order to the cook in Spanish.

"Thanks man. I'm starved." He sat there waiting, not speaking but
shredding a paper napkin with his nervous fingers into a pile of tiny white
flakes of paper in front of him.

"Are you still being pimped?" I didn't exactly know what it meant, but I
was learning.

"Nah. The bastard fucked me out of my money and threatened to kill me if I
didn't get lost. I ain't been doin' too well since then." He sat there
silent for a moment, and then looked directly at me with his disparate eyes.
"You are goin' to fix me ain't you? I'm really sick today."

"I said I'd think about it. You need to clean up a little. Where do you
live?" He nearly guffawed as he laughed at my question.

"I've been stayin' under the freeway bridge lately, but the cops have got
wise to that, and they run me out last night. I guess I'll find an alley
somewhere tonight if I don't hook up."

"You got any clothes?"

"What I got on." The second course was delivered then, and I handed the
waitress a five dollar bill and told her to keep the change. His eyes
flashed at me, and I could see giving her a tip, went against his nature.
Any coin he could get his hands on would put him ahead.

"If I get you well, will you get help gettin' off the drugs?"

"Why should I?"

"Look at yourself man. You're starving, skin and bones, filthy, and you
stink. All you're interested in is gettin' fixed. That's no life. I'm
only seventeen, but I know that ain't no life." He laid his half eaten burger
down on the plate, and looked out the window before responding.

"You ain't never had to sell your ass to make it have you?"

"Why do you think that? I ran away from home several days ago, and had to
learn to suck dick for money pretty quick. I've lost track all ready how
many dicks I've sucked and taken up the ass since I left home. I never knew
there was so many men that wanted to do boys instead of women." He smirked
at me picking up his burger again.

"tell me about it. It's a wonder there's any kids born anymore. I think
the whole male population would rather fuck a boy than a girl anytime."

"Finish eating, and come back to my place. You can clean up with a bath,
and I've got some clothes that might just fit you, `til we can get your
clothes cleaned up." I sipped my Coke, and watched him eat. His hunger had
lessened, and he was chewing his food instead gulping it down his throat in
too large mouths full.

When we finished we walked out of the cafe, and I led him back to the
apartment. When I got there, the door to Sally and Steve's room was closed,
and from the sounds coming from beyond it, they were having sex. I
whispered to Michael that they were my friends, and I'd introduce them
later. In the bathroom, I ran him a hot tub of water, and sat on the stool
while he stripped off his filthy clothes. I took them from him and put them
in one of the paper bags we had brought home the food we'd bought. His body
was thinner than I thought when he was clothed, and every bone in his frame
was clearly visible on the surface. His cock was limp and looked as if it
would never get hard no matter what he was experiencing sexually.

He climbed into the hot water, and I realized we hadn't bought any soap or
shampoo. I told him to just soak for a while, and I'd take his clothes to
the laundry down the street, and get some soap and shampoo. He smiled
tiredly, and said it felt great to just soak, and he'd probably go to sleep
while he waited for me.

I knocked on the door of the other bedroom, and cracked it open just enough
to stick my head into the dimness inside. Steve was laying on top of Sally,
and they were sweaty with their exertion. I smiled at both of them staring
at my intrusion with angry looks on their faces.

"Sorry. I just wanted to warn you I have a new friend taking a bath. I'm
goin' out to get some soap and take his clothes to be washed." Steve
grabbed a pillow and threw it at me. I ducked out of the room and pulled
the door closed.

I dropped the clothes off at the laundry and asked if I could pick them up
in a couple of hours. The woman who took them never said anything but yes,
yes, and I hoped she understood I wanted them back soon. At the tiny
grocery where we'd bought food earlier, I bought some bars of soap, and a
bottle of shampoo. By the time I got back to the apartment, Gil was walking
up the street from his meeting. I waited for him to get to the complex, and
we walked in together. He told me his wife was still gone to her mother's
place in Fresno, and if I wanted I could visit him for a while if I wanted.
I told him I needed to drop off the stuff I had for him, and then I'd come
over. We separated and waved at each other before going into our separate
apartments.

Michael was snoring lightly in the tub, and I could see he was exhausted
from his ordeal. I opened the soap, and put it into the wire rack for it
hanging over the old fashioned tub. I leaned the shampoo against the wall
on the back of the tub. I eased out the door, leaving him to rest, and went
down the walk, to fuck Gil as promised. I figured at least I owed him one
for all the help he'd given us.

End​

 

[harry113]

Re: Across the Alley Chapter 26

Great stuff Gary, Thanks ....
Have we now got two couples ????
More please
Hugs
Harry