The Orphan Train

I stood swaying on my feet along with the other boys from the train, listening to the local pastor giving his spiel. I was plumb worn out from the long ride, there hadn't been any beds on the train, and what sleep I'd had for near on to two weeks had been sitting upright on one of the hard benches, with every lurch of the train (and there were a lot of them) throwing me over and waking me up in mid-fall. I'd heard other orphan trains had used cattle cars, and after a bit of that, the straw to lie down on had sounded awful good.

Then we'd gotten here to this town in the West (I wasn't sure which one it was), and they'd given us all a bath and some clean clothes to wear, and turned us over to the local minister to dole us out to the willing families of this community.

These "orphan trains" were the brainstorm of some minister who had seen all us children living on the streets of New York and other cities and wanted to get us out to the countryside where the clean air and clean living could fix us up and straighten our lives. I was twelve years old, with a father who had vanished and a mother who couldn't stop drinking and whoring, and so I had been turned over by the police to the orphan train operator's tender mercies, to be given a new life and a new home out West.

I wish I could remember all this pastor went and said, how he said it, I mean. He basically said that whichever of them bid the highest for each of us would be the one who got us! Not that he laid it on like that, it was that he said he knew them all to be diligent and proper folks and that the best measure of their kindness would be how much they donated to the Society to reimburse them for our train fare and such would best help him decide which of the families waiting for each of us should be the one to get us. Like that. After he had laid it on, it all sounded just as reasonable as a snake swallowing a mouse on account of he was hungry (and getting the mouse to agree to be swallowed!), we lined up and the good reverend began to auction us off.

Each of us had to remove our shirts so they could see that we were clean and free of any illnesses, and how good we'd be at doing chores around the ranches or farms (this crowd was about 50-50 near as I could tell on that score), we watched while, one by one, we were auctioned off and taken away by the crowd.

A kid younger than me named Billy was beside me, he'd be next up on the auction block after me. "You see that group of men over yonder?"

I looked where he was pointing. "I see em." I said, not understanding.

"You don't want any one of them a'buying you." Billy said.

"How come?" I wanted to know.

"On account of them fellows ain't looking for a son, and ain't looking for a boy to do their chores. They are looking for a boy to use like a woman."

"You think so?" I said, looking at them again. "How can you tell?"

"I can tell." Billy said. Maybe he could, Billy was about as pretty a young boy as there was, and he'd been on the streets same as me. I didn't have that much experience, but I couldn't deny he was probably right about that look. Those men looked at us like they were hungry and we were fried chicken waiting for them to gobble down.

"Okay." Is what I said to that. "But I don't see as how any of us are getting any choice in the matter."

"There's always a choice." Billy said. "Sometimes it's a nasty choice, but you always got one."

I looked at the men again, and found one of them staring right at me. A big man, wearing simple country clothes, a full brown beard and with shoulders nearly as wide as I was tall! Well, maybe not that wide, but he was one heck of a big fellow! He saw me looking back at him and his grin widened and he winked at me. Not sure of what I ought to do, I winked back. His response then was to mime kissing me. I turned my head away at that, but I heard him laugh. Three more to go, and I'd be up on the block. Plenty of people there, men with women, women with child-hungry looks to them. Maybe if I was lucky, I'd get bought by one of them.

I give up on that entire by the time I stepped up to be bid on. Those women who were here wanted children, all right...the youngest of them. Me, I was too old for them to mother much, I guess. Nope, I'd be picked by someone looking for a farmhand more than a son, and I had better expect that from whoever I ended up with.

Knowing that as part of the deal, I looked back at that big man. He was still looking at me, and I saw he intended to bid on me. Well...at least I wouldn't have to get back on that train if he got me.

"This young fellow is named James." the pastor didn't seem to want to give them our last names. "He's twelve years old, and strong and willing to work. He's got no father and a mother who's a whore, but none of that was his fault. He just needs someone to give him some loving attention and care and he'll make a fine addition to your farm or ranch. Now, what are you offering the Society to prove you'd give James a good home?"

"Five dollars." came the voice of the big man who'd been staring at me. I looked at him and he gave me that "kiss" of his again, and I looked for Billy, to see that he had somehow managed to worm his way back to the end of the line of adoptees. He gave me a frown and shake.

"I hear five dollars. Anyone else?" came the pastor's wheedling call. "How am I to judge the value of this without a second offer to compare it to?"

"Five-fifty." came another man's voice. I didn't see who it was.

"Six dollars." the big man said again.

"Six-fifty." was the invisible voice again.

The big man looked irked. "Twenty dollars."

There came a gasp and I had to agree. That was more money than I'd ever seen at one time in my life! I looked at the big man and I had to smile at him. If he was willing to pay that Godawful amount of money to get me, I must be worth something!

"I have twenty dollars, do I hear twenty-one? You can get your money back from his labor well before his next birthday." the pastor said. "Twenty dollars going once! Going twice! And we have another child with a home and another twenty-dollar donation to the Society's work!"

I was guided over to a table beside the block and I sat on its edge while the paperwork was filled out. The big man paid his fee and signed a paper where he agreed to "treat me as his own child" and such and then I was turned over to him. In the process, I learned his name, it was Edward, Edward Schalling. The man at the table called him "Eddie."

"Come on, now, James, this way." the big man (Eddie) said. "There's a room over here, we can get out of everyone's way and talk a bit."

"All right." I said. We went and it was a small barn. I gaped at the manacles hanging on the wall. "What are those for? Is this a jail?"

"No, but this used to be a slave auction house before the war." Eddie said. "They kept the slaves chained here until they were ready to be sold. We turned it into a church, but this place is still here."

I wasn't so sure they had given up on slavery, either! "So, now you got me, what do you plan to do with me?" I asked.

Eddie cocked one enormous eyebrow at me. "Take you home and help raise you." he said. "What else would I do?"

"Nothing." I said with some relief. "Only my friend Billy said he thought you wanted to get one of us boys so you could use us like you would a woman."

"Which one is your friend Billy?" Eddie looked out into the auction area.

"The blond-haired one on the end." I pointed.

"I can see how a pretty boy like him might worry about that." Eddie said. "Pretty boys on the street can make quite a bit of money selling themselves if they go about it right."

"Like my mom did." I nodded.

"Like your mother did." the big man nodded. Heck, everyone in town knew my mom was a whore. No reason to pretend I didn't know what he was talking about.

"Billy said you and your friends were all talking and thinking about buying one of us to use like you would a woman." I said. I took a deep breath. "If that's what you were planning to do, I think I ought to know now."

"If that is what I'd planned, what would you think about it." Eddie asked me instead of answering my question. Or maybe he was answering my question.

"I'd say that I had some of Mom's customers want to take me to bed." I said. "I'd say that I told them I wasn't for sale that way. I'd tell him that I would only be that way with anyone, man or woman, if it was by my choice, is what I'd say."

"All right." Eddie looked a bit abashed. "That's straight, and fair enough."

"There was one or two of them who I let treat me like they would a woman." I went on after a pause. "Sometimes, if the man is nice to me and treats me good and such, I don't mind doing some things with him."

"I want to take you home with me, and give you a bedroom all your own, and clean clothes and wholesome food and a new life." Eddie said. "I was hoping I'd get some of that other, but maybe I can wait until you see that I'd be good to you."

You have to understand the life I'd had before getting on the orphan train. You have to know how much I wanted the very life he just described. "Well." I said to his relieved face. "I reckon if you can deliver on all that stuff that I want, I could maybe some of the stuff you want."

"That sounds fair." Eddie said. And when he reached to pull me to him, I didn't fight him off. I could have, and maybe should have...but he'd made a promise to me. So long as he delivered, I didn't mind giving him a little of what he was looking to get in return first.

His arms were so big, his hands were like a pair of shovel spades lying across my back, drawing me to that huge chest. I looked up into his eyes, and they gleamed down at me, hungrily, eagerly. Those shovel-paws of his cupped my buttocks and lifted me up and I let his lips reach for and take mine!

The kiss was long, slow and kind of sloppy. I don't think Eddie had much experience in how to kiss someone else. That might explain why this big guy was trembling as he held me up to him in his enormous hands.

"Oh, damn!" Eddie said huskily. "I was wondering if I'd wasted my money for a moment."

"Long as you give me the home like you promised." I cautioned, "I reckon you and me can do for each other."

"All I promised, yeah." Eddie panted. "I will, I truly will."

"Then take me home." I said. "And we'll get this partnership started."

"Can't just now." Eddie breathed. "Got to wait on Frank." He let me slip down onto the ground again; I felt disappointed he had done that.

"Who's Frank?" I asked.

"Man who plans to buy your little friend Billy." Eddie said to me. "I rode in here on his wagon and got to take it to get back to my spread."

"All right." I said. After a pause. "If'n your friend plans to buy Billy, he ought to know that Billy's Mom isn't a whore like mine. She's got tuberculosis and will probably be out this way afore much longer her ownself, ready to take him back."

Eddie just smiled. "That'll be Frank's problem."

I motioned to the door on one side, that led to the auction room. "Does that door still shut?"

"It does." Eddie said. "Why?"

I smiled. "I figured we could start our partnership while we waited, is all."

Eddie was quick to shut the door on the proceedings, and then I leapt up into his arms again. This time he kissed a heck of a lot better. His tongue slid into my mouth and I gave it the business, trying to yank it right out of his mouth, pert near, and he grunted and his hands gripped my butt-cheeks so tight it hurt something powerful.

"Get that off you." Eddie panted when he broke free of my killer grip on his tongue. "Your pants, take those off. Nobody comes back here. Empty, unused room. I want to see all of you."

Again he let me go to the floor and I shucked off my shoes (no socks, the Society didn't have those for us children, and the shoes were nearly worn out), and then my pants and underwear, I skinned out of those together, and then I was bare as a jaybird chick in springtime, and Eddie's thick fingers came up and gripped my dick and rolled it in his fingertips, fiddling my dong into a sort of rigid imitation of a man's.

I grinned a sappy sort of grin at him, I'd learned it from Ma but it fit the occasion well enough. She used it when she had to give her favors to get her money, and it could be turned off if the guy didn't pay up easy enough.

Grinned as Eddie pulled at his pants, getting his own male tool ready, taking it out...darned near unreeling it! I gasped as I said, "Man, that's a big one!" with my eyes wide.

"Too big for you?" Eddie asked with some concern, whether at hurting me or at not getting everything from me he wanted due to its size, I wasn't sure.

I grinned. "Naw. I like them big. But it is going to take some work aforehand."

"Like what?" Eddie wanted to know.

I dropped to my knees and showed him like what. Eddie groaned as I stuffed that plump head into my mouth and I tasted the thick, heavy flavor of his pud, living its life on a ranch and working all day, bathing in sweat and and steeping in its own juices, to dry as the effort ceased, and be worked forth again with renewed labor. What was left by day's end was practically solid in nature, a strong ambrosia of concentrated maleness, and I gulped it down with my own saliva reconstituting it and letting it flow again.

Soft grunts were all Eddie let slip as I slowly worked his prick deeper and deeper into my mouth. Slowly I lubricated and moistened his prong until it gleamed, and then I pulled back, exposing its full length and letting him wonder for a second or two what I'd do next...and then I did it.

I plunged his cock into my mouth and throat, shoving it deeper and deeper, now lubed, it fit nearly two-thirds of its length inside me before I had to give up and stop. I gripped that shaft with my lips when I hit my own bottom (though not his) and I pulled as I moved upwards, letting the foreskin accumulate and wrinkle in my mouth, and my saliva drenched it anew as I did so, and then when I had only the glans left inside me, I let it go, and it slid back into position, now glowing and turgid and eager in the light we got through the floor-to-ceiling cracks in the walls. If anyone had wanted to, they could have spied on us easy...but there was too much going on outside for them to wonder about inside, I was sure of that.

"Now pick me up again." I said. "And this time, set me down on top of that head of your tool, so's I can begin to work it on up in me."

"God, kid, you do know what you're doing!" Eddie praised me as I was lifted up for the third time, this time naked and my butt pulsing in anticipation of its impending violation! "God, but I got my money's worth a'buying you!"

"You ain't bought me." I reminded him. "Ain't no buying of me, only my giving to you."

"Okay, I'm sorry!" Eddie was immediately contrite. "I didn't mean nothing by it."

"I know." I said. "But if you bought me, it means you get to insist on this. This way, it's only when we both agree." I said. And to soften my words, I caught hold of his dick in my hand and I guided its head up until it touched my butt-hole. Eddie just groaned when the tip of it slid into me. "Now you just hold me and let me do all the work." I said.

It took me some time. Eddie was so big and fat, I spent some time worming that monster prod of his up into my body, I had to try again and again and rest and try some more. But I did want to do it. This man had paid twenty dollars for the chance to have me with him, and hadn't squawked when he'd learned he hadn't bought anything for it. That made me want to give it to him, at least once. And if he delivered on that bedroom and such he'd promised, I'd keep right on giving it to him. It beat the hell out of a blanket laid out on the floor of Mom's room and having to go elsewhere when she had a customer over, like she did most of the night.

Finally, there was enough of Eddie's pud in me to let him start to enjoy it. I began to buck up and down on his body, my arms and legs holding me in place, his hands helping, and I rode him with him standing there, the big man letting me keep control.

I was face-to-face with him in his posture, I looked right into his big, strong face all soft with his desire, and I smiled at him as he looked at me, marveling that he had this boy in his arms, on his cock, looking right at him as he fucked me, and I grinned back and did some more movements of my own, throwing my head back and letting him see my own passion in this.

For there is delight in being fucked by a sturdy tool, and a big one is more dependable about rubbing you in the right spot than a small one, after you get it inside you and the pain stops, you get all the stimulation you need to love that monster prick in your butt, and you can love on it as much as you want and it just keeps on giving.

I felt my joy rising in me and I gasped, "Oh, Eddie, I'm fixing to finish, I'm fixing to finish!" And I finished as I said I would, with my climax raging in my brain and my body bouncing up and down on his frantically.

And Eddie held me while I finished, and then he said, "Now, James, it's my turn." And the big man laid us both down into the straw, and it was old and damp straw, but it was soft, and he held onto me still, me on my back and him on top of me, and he fucked me like that with hard, sure strokes that my passion-drenched state could only accept with a sort of numb quietude, and I began to milk at him with the muscles of my butt, and Eddie gasped, groaned, and he kissed me and that kiss muffled his scream of orgasm as he ejaculated into my ass, a hot, heavy flood that splashed my innards and poured out onto the soiled straw beneath us, and him all hot and heavy and passion-wracked on top of me, and I felt a gentleness stealing over me as he squirted his juices into me, like this was someone I had to take care of as well as be taken care of by, that I needed to nurture as well as be nurtured by. He needed me as much as I needed him. Yes, he'd give me what I wanted to keep me with him...and I would repay him by loving loyalty and consideration, whether that involved us fucking like this in the future or not. Probably so, I loved the feel of his cock in my ass too much to give it up too quickly.

Done, Eddie gave a sort of strangled chuckle and he ran his fingers over my head like a lover's caress, like he was making sure I was really here, like I was truly with him and was going to remain, not vanish in his dreams.

I smiled at him and gave him a kiss, and said, "They ought to be about through now. If you don't mind, I want to see who gets my friend Billy if'n your buddy Frank doesn't."

"We ought to go back to my friends anyhow." Eddie agreed. "They'll be wondering where I am and I don't want to get stuck in town, it's an eight-mile walk if we don't catch the wagon with Frank."

So I got my clothes back on and we opened the door and I saw Billy step up onto the block. We were just in time."

"And this last young fellow is named Henry." the pastor started.

Billy set him straight. "My name ain't Henry! It's William! William H. Bonney, Jr. and you can't change it by calling me something else!" And Billy looked around the crowd with a challenge. "Everyone calls me Billy the Kid, and if you don't like that, you can all just kiss my ass!"

The crowd chuckled, and I guess Frank lost his interest, because nobody of the crowd who was left bid on Billy and so he got back on the train, which would take him down into New Mexico Territory.

"Too bad." I said when I started with Eddie to my new home. "I'm going to miss Billy."

"I don't know." Eddie said. "That kid is heading for nothing but trouble, looks like it to me. New Mexico can have him."

"Yeah. Well, I reckon I'll hear from him again one day, one way or another." I agreed. I cuddled up to Eddie and the wagon plodded onward, away from the orphan train, and toward my new life on the range.

THE END

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