"All Aboard!"

Clem didn't have a suitcase like most of the other people getting on the train to Utah from Waco.  Nineteen year old Clem's belongings were few and stuffed into a denim bag, the rope swung over his shoulders, the shoulder that had the strap attached, not the other one that was hanging down, leaving his glossy, tan, strong shoulder bare.

Clem had been away for a year taking special courses at the agricultural college and was heading back to the farm and Gramps, his head bursting with knowledge of animal husbandry.

The conductor looked at his ticket, as he boarded.  "Sorry son, you got a seat ticket but the seats are all taken must be an overbooking.  It happens sometime." He looked sympathetically into the innocent, crystal blue eyes of the tall overalls clad boy, taking in his thick straw colored hair that fell charmingly over his forehead.

"Oh Mister, what can I do.  My Gramps is 'specting me and waitin' by the tracks?"

Just then a cultured voice spoke behind him.  "Conductor, my finance and I have a whole compartment, we'd be happy to extend the use of the other berth for this young fellow."

The speaker was a young man, perhaps early twenties.  He had spiked hair and a light moustache and goatee.  His arm encircled a pretty young woman dressed in very short shorts and an athletic shirt.

Clem, though polite, judged the two just as he would at a fair.  The gal was real pretty and he even smelled her nice smell.  The young man was dressed in white linen shorts with a light blue polo shirt.  Clem admired the fellow hair comb and his pale smooth skin.  His reddish fuzzy hairy legs were a curiosity to Clem.  The color matched the lad's auburn, spikey hair.

The conductor turned to Clem.  "Well young fellow, you are lucky, these nice folks are inviting you to stay in their compartment.  Now usually this would cost you double the fare but I'll just overlook that.  Enjoy the trip."

Tall, lanky Clem followed the compact young man and his companion toward to compartment.  The guy stopped in front of the sliding door, "I should introduce us, I am Patrick, and this is my girl friend, Ann."

Clem ducked his head in a rural bow, "Mighty pleased to meet both of you fine folks."  He reached out a large, strong farm boy hand and shook Patrick's hand and held it so tight that Patrick's eyes narrowed in emotion.  He then daintily grasped Ann's small hand in his.  For a moment she thought he was going to kiss it, and she felt a little faint at the prospect, but he released it.

Clem tossed his bag up on the rack and sank back on the seat across from the couple.  He sighed, "That was sure a rush, hurry to git here on time and find a place to rest during the trip.  I am so obliged to you'll.  I don't know what I coulda done if'n you hadn't come along.  I wished I had some way of making it up to you."

Ann smiled at him.  Her smile almost blinded him and he crinkled his eyes against it.  "Perhaps we'll think of a way."

He had no idea what she meant, but as the train started, he felt his eyes closing as he was really tired.  Clem was always a boy who could fall asleep easily.  His clear conscience helped.  His eyes blinked a few times and then his head lolled back, his mouth opened slightly and he began regular breathing.

Now Patrick and Ann were swingers.  They had strong feelings, especially sexual for each other, but they also included others in their sex play.  Both of them had fallen in lust with Clem the moment they saw him; a young strapping farmboy.

Patrick spoke quietly, "He's one beauty.  I plan to get him to play with us."

"Don't count on it.  The boy is an innocent virgin, he wouldn't know what you were getting at."

"Look Ann, look at the crotch area of those overalls.  He's packing a pretty good sized prick in there and it's getting hard while he sleeps.  Must be having one hell of a great dream.  Before the trip is over I'll get oral from him and fuck him too." Patrick said boastfully, but he usually prevailed in these cases.

"You're right.  Look at the way his overall strap in broken or unhooked from the brass button on one side.  Look at that lovely smooth tanned shoulder, if I bend over, I can just make out one pink nipple.  Oh, I must have this boy.  Why don't you be a love, Pat and sit next to him and try some of your magic on him."

Patrick opened his shirt completely.  Then he sat down next to the sleeping farmboy.  He took a deep breath.  The boy smelled scrumptious, new mown hay and fresh milk.  He put a hand on Clem's strong upper leg.  Clem stirred, grabbed his pulsing cock and resettled it.  Then he fell back to sleep.  Patrick rubbed his hand now on the leg, just a few inches from the bulge.  Clem's eyes opened.  He smiled his usual happy, morning smile and yawned showing his excellent white milk fed teeth and big, healthy, pink tongue.  Patrick almost grew faint at the sight and his breathing deepened and his own prick pushed hard against his while linen shorts.

"Mornin' folks.  Guess I dropped off there.  How long did I sleep?"

They told him about a half hour.

"I had a crazy dream while I was napping.  It had you all in it."

"Oh," said Ann.  "Please tell us about it."  She moved over and sat on the other side of Clem and put her hand on his smooth, sleep hot cheek and stroked it.

Clem gulped twice.  "Well I don't know if I should tell it.  Maybe it's too unrespecting to y'all with the nakedness and all in it."

Ann was really interested now.  "I was naked in your dream?  What did my body look like?  Did I have nice breasts."

"How about me?" Patrick asked.  "Big cock I bet."

Clem just laughed and laughed.  "You folks is more fun that anything' now I don't feel 'diculous in tellin' my dream."

"Yes, yes, go on," Patrick urged suddenly realizing that he was a little hoarse.

"If'n yur sure, here goes: "Miss Ann was dressed in a white ball dress, but her pretty feet were bare.  She was dancin' and suddenly Mr.  Patrick comes in dressed like a prince, crown n' all.  They go behind a big tree and, excuse me Miss Ann, she slips out of her dress.  She is naked, her utters prettier than Christmas tree ornaments.  You Mr. Patrick, you are made real fine, muscles in the right places, a little hair in the middle of yur chest and yur male sexual equipment is mighty fine and hard and big and in the dream, it is ready for matin'.

By the time he finished this innocent rendition of his dream, the couple were entranced, their eyes sparkling and their breathing noisy.  Ann stroked Clem's cheek and played with his eyelobe.  "That was a beautiful story.  I see it got you really sexed up."  She reached down to his budging crotch and rubbed it gently."  In a moment Patrick's hands joined hers, except he began to play with the brass fly buttons.

Clem was being affected by all the attention and he explained to them that to open the buttons you just have to give one pull.  Patrick did it.  He was delighted to see that the boy wore no underwear.  Later he explained that it saves on extra, unnecessary laundry.  Ann had the presence of locking the compartment door and pulling the shades.  Later the porter came by and knocked and she slipped him a fifty dollar bill not to disturb them.

Meanwhile Clem's smooth uncut blimp-like cock was revealed in all its glory, the cover slightly pulled back from his partial erection.  It lay against the denim, pulsing slightly.  Ann reached out and grasped it.

"Would you like me to stimulate it?"

He grunted, "If'n you mean sort of milk it like cousin Zeke and I do when we play, sure, I might even make some milk after some time."

She knew from experience that the best way to make a guy hot was to barely touch the skin as she daintily played with the head and on the backside of the head, then slid down moving her fingers.  Up and down, slowly.  She could see that his smooth cock cover was retracting slowly, revealing a moist, pretty pink, cock head.

Patrick was entranced at the effect his girl was having on the poor boy.   Clem's eyes were hardly open, his mouth was slack, his big tongue lolling out.  It was an touching sight for Patrick and he just had to get into the act.  He replaced Ann's hand with his own.  Clem stiffened when Patrick took on the job, because his wanking was more vigorous, not that soft gentle stroking that Ann was giving Clem.  Finally Clem said, "That feels so good, both you'll really are makin' me so happy, but it's a little dry, could yu use some mouth water?"

Patrick grinned to himself at how far they had come in seducing this rural farmboy.  He held his hand up to Clem's rosy, full lips.  Clem's big tongue came out and wet Patrick's palm, then he took one finger at a time and sucked it.  Patrick felt he was losing control of the situation as he moaned from the effect.  But he remembered to get back to work stroking the farm boy’s big, fat package that was standing on it’s own now.

As he resumed, Clem saw that Ann was rubbing her mons through her flimsy lace panties.  He pulled her gently toward him and leaned over Patrick and put his mouth on the place where her cunt lips were pressing.  She let out a cry, and pulled her panties off and kicked them into the corner and spread her legs to offer her femininity. 

Now Clem's masterful tongue could lick the outer lips.  He hummed at the wonderful taste of this city girl's cute little shaved pussy.  Soon her outer lips swelled and Clem spread them open with two fingers and he searched deeper encountering her little girl-penis inside that was erect and hard, and barely hiding under its hood. Her clit was standing tall and loved Clem’s oral attention.

He flicked over it again and again until she let out a loud cry and her body balled up in ecstasy.

Meanwhile Patrick was in full passion as he lovingly tried to bring the boy to completion.  Clem rubbed Patrick's ears and played with the spikey hair, finally speaking.  "Mr.  Patrick," Patrick lifted his head, his lips in a "O" shape from sucking and dripping saliva.  "If'n you want to get me to give some milk, I need a bit of yur tongue, just a bit down yonder."

Patrick sighed in resignation, but deep down he was dying to put his lips around that big, hot, fat, uncut cock.  He bent back and stuck his tongue out and licked the gooey slime on the head of Clem’s cock.  The taste was pure honey.  He felt himself going into auto pilot as he licked up and down, and all around the head of Clem’s drooling cock.  Dimly he could hear Clem's sighs of approval.  "I'm a dog boy, I can't stop," he thought as he grasped the head in his lips and then moved down the shaft until his nose was pressed into the sweet smelling straw colored pubes.  He sucked mightily, his own body responding and he felt close to cumming. 

"Oh Mr. Patrick, I feel so good.  I think I'm gonna deliver some grade ‘A’ milk fer yer dining pleasure."  Then his hips began to buck slightly, then freeze, and then three bottles of milk exploded into Patrick's surprised mouth and gullet.  The farm boy's orgasm shot his into beginning and he was slurping cum and delivering cum into his linen pants at the same time.  Finally both cocks subsided. 

Patrick moved away and sat back, his breath heaving.  Clem had a pleasant look on his face.  "Givin' milk alis' makes me sleepy.  'Cuse me a few minutes 'cause I....."

Ann whispered, "He's deep asleep already.  Well kiddo you sure showed him.  You didn't get oral, and you sucked his cock until he gave you his milk."

Patrick blushed.  "I guess you're right.  At least you got a good tongue fucking from him.  Is he good?"

"He could get to be an addiction.  Yeah, he's got the biggest and busiest tongue I ever felt.  He's the fuckin’ man, Patrick!" Then with a smile on her face she said, "Baby, you got competition.  You met your match."

Patrick really felt worried.  He had acted like a sucking girly, and his sweetheart was extolling another man.  He determined to get even when the boy woke up.

But Clem slept on and on.  His fly was still open from the activity before and the couple could see that he had fully recovered from his orally stimulated cum thanks to Patrick, and Clem’s cock was firming up and lifting right before their eyes once again.

"When he wakes up, I'll show him a little tongue action of my own on his cute little ass.  No one can resist that.  I know these farm boys love to be corn-holed, as they call it.  I'll have him begging for my cock up his ass in no time."

*****

"Hey, 'fraid I fell asleep ‘gain.  You folks must think I got no manners t'all.  Oohee, look at that, lil' Clem is up and lookin' 'round ‘gain.  I do feel a mite sexy."

Patrick went into immediate action.  He stripped and let Clem take a good look at his slim, body with red hair on the upper deck of his cock and balls, on his ass and some on the chest too.  His pubic hair was trimmed to a short little rectangular pad above his cock and his balls were shaved completely clean.  Of course Clem knew nothing about that, but his eyes opened wide and he nodded and smiled in appreciation.  "Okay rural boy, off with those overalls...strip down naked Clem.  I'm going give you an exciting ride."

Clem laughed in anticipation.  He stood up, unbuckled the one strap that held his overalls on and let his overalls drop, now completely nude.  His generous cock stood out beckoning, his sturdy smooth legs glowed in the light from the fixture above, but best of all his muscular halves of his dimpled ass nearly made Patrick pass out in admiration.  "Get on your hands and knees, and let me pleasure you, Clem," Patrick muttered.

Ann slid under Clem so he would have something to occupy his mouth.  He immediately began licking and sucking her breasts and she whimpered with appreciation of his second oral ministrations on her.  Behind him, Patrick squeezed those melons, then he bit them, then he passed his finger up and down the hot crevice, finally ending up stroking on the pink, hairless pucker. Clem moaned while continuing his oral gratification on Ann.

Clem was loving it, humming in pleasure, giving Ann's tits a vibration.  Patrick decided to go for the A Bomb of anal bliss; fudge packing Clem’s ass.  He stuck out his tongue and stuck it into Clem's hot virginal hole.  Clem immediately reared up with the sensation.  "Oh my golly, Mr. Pat, you’re making my fundamentals sing with true pleasure."

"That's nothing, wait until my slim, hot prick goes in and sends you into heaven."

"Well here's the thing, Patrick, my cousin has received my sex organ and he seems to be very happy with my handy work.  But I never have been the corn holee, only the one that does the corn holin’.  The truth is that I am skeered to holy hell to experience a duck up my corn hole.  Maybe if I could just put the head in to yours, I would have an idea of what it’s all about."

Ann tried to warn Patrick, but he was so hot to get into Clem's innards that he would do anything to bring that about.  "Get up Clem.  I'll take your place.  Now just put the head of your dick at the opening, maybe… just push it inside.  DO NOT ENTER ME."

"Yes sir, Mr.  Patrick.  I understand.  Oh my, you have a real nice hind quarters.  It’s slim, white and has fuzzy red hair all over it.  And between those cheeks is yur corn hole all made pretty with more red hair around it. Almost good enough to get down and stick my tongue in it.  It makes my eyes smart with excitement to see something so nice."

Patrick was getting really worked up from being in the bottom boy position and the compliments about his hind quarters coming from this gorgeous farmboy.  He became impatient.  "Hayboy, get with it.  Try out the head like I told you.  Mind you, just the head."

Clem put his cherry colored cock head up to the fair pink pucker, and the just pushed inside Patrick's sphincter. Clem’s cock head was covered with pre cum and settled there perfectly ready to enter the rim just in front of Clem's cockhead.  Clem, being a dutiful boy didn't move.  But Patrick was receiving vibrations throughout his body from the hot cock at his tight bunghole.  Finally he couldn't stand it anymore.  "Farm boy, move it in just a little, but no more."

Clem knew from the sweat breaking out all over the white smooth skin of Patrick's back that he was getting in to this.  Clem's cousin was the same way, sweating like a pig and grunting like a hog just before Clem plugged him.  Clem moved it a bit, but he didn't freeze like before, he jiggled it a bit, back and forth.  "I think I'm getting' the idea Mr. Patrick.  It feels real nice.  How does it feel to you?"

"Fabulous," grunted Patrick who now pushed his ass just a bit backward causing Clem's prick to enter halfway up his big fat shaft.  "Oh shit, I think you are at my prostate.  I'm sunk."

"What's up sweetie?"  Asked Ann, not exactly sure what was going on, but she had arranged herself so that Patrick could get at her cooch, as soon as he settled down.  She didn’t care who it was, but she wanted someone’s mouth on her muff; someone’s tongue slipping into her va-ga-ga, eating her cunt until her little boat capsized.

"What's wrong here? Is this country shit making a bottom out of me, enjoying my fine ass by trickery."

Clem heard him.  "Oh Mr.  Pat, I’m sorry.  I think I better stop and pull out of you."

"If you do that, I swear I will kill you.  I got a pistol in my suitcase you'll be a goner."

"If'n you are sure, then here goes."  Then Clem pushed with all his might and buried his nine inch cock all the way in, his blond pubes smashing against Patrick's red haired ass ring.  Pat screamed with a mixture of excruciating pain and total sexual pleasure.

Clem stopped again.  "Are you hurtin' Mr. Patty?"

"Don't pay any attention, shithead, fuck, fuck, fuck me hard and fast, baby.  FUCK ME!"

Clem thought that seemed to be the way with all the boys once he got them to this point.  He himself was brimming over with sexual energy.  He pulled almost out of Patrick’s virginal hole, then he slammed his big, fat uncut cock back in to the hilt.  He repeated that several times, raking Pat's hot fuck button; his prostate.  The man under him was crowing and crying and bawling and drooling, and his cock was droolin’ precum like a half turned on fire hydrant droolin’ precum. Patrick was Clem’s for the takin’.

Patrick had never been so aroused in his very experienced sexual life.  He knew that the stimulation on his prostate would hurl him into a monstrous orgasm whether he wanted it or not.  The boy above him was master of his prostate and his pleasure.  He was fucked…literally fucked by Clem.

Clem felt that he was approaching orgasm momentarily and would be shooting momentarily, but he gritted his teeth, politely wishing Pat to precede him in orgasm.  All through this Pat had continued to service Ann's dripping pussy and she was enjoying orgasm after orgasm until she almost couldn't stand another.  Under him, Clem felt Pat's ass hole begin to flutter as he entered his cum cycle and began to pump semen for his piss slit.  Clem heard him babbling and then he called out that he was "fucking gonna cum." 

Clem had held on as long as he could but now he relaxed into his orgasm, letting it take hold of him as he went into a cum orbit and then his brain just shut down when his cock released his first spasm of semen.  There were 8 blasts before the last two just oozed out and drooled off the head of his cock and landed on his leg.

He came, slumped over Pat's wet back.  He got up, "Mr Pat, are you okay?"

"Yes I'm okay for a little girly bottom.  You fucker, you have done something that no other man has ever done to my asshole before.  And you have also converted me from top to a totally submissive bottom.  Having a nice fat cock shoved up my ass is even better than tagging you or any other add  for that matter."

"Wal, I jes' did what came naturally.  I better git dressed, I havta change trains to git to Utah.  Say I got somethin' to show you and give you."  He reached into his bag and withdrew a large potato.  "You see this is what we grow, 'taters.  You can have this 'un and you'll git the best eatin' you ever had. Well next to eatin’ Miss Ann’s sweet pumpkin pie." Clem said as he dipped his finger into Ann’s pussy one more time.

By now Clem was dressed.  He wished them good bye and good luck. Then he leaned over and kissed Ann, a total tongue kiss, and he tweaked Ann’s nipple as he was kissing her.  Then he stood up straight and leaned towards Patrick and pushed his tongue into Patrick’s mouth  and they were french kissing now.

When he was out the door, Ann said, "What the fuck just happened here.?  I got eaten out, he got blow and he fucked you up the ass.  He ain't no fuckin’ hick."

"At least we got a fuckin’ Iowa potato out of it," laughed Patrick.

Outside the compartment, just before debarking, the conductor came over to say goodbye.  "I hope those sharpies didn't take advantage of you, I was a farm boy myself, son."

"No, Mr. Conductor, sir, they was very nice to me.  Would you like a potato from Gramp's farm? I have just one left, and it’s a nice, big, long, fat one.... Just like I gave Mr. Patrick on my train ride home."