Back in May of 1998 I was sent by the railroad I work for in Mississippi to Birmingham Alabama to pick up a caboose we just bought. I arrived at the railroad yard and unloaded my provisions for the trip back canned food water and such a good book also. The long Southern Railway Freight train was scheduled to leave at 11 PM so I hung around the caboose to check it out fuel oil for the stove to cook food in case there was a delay. Water in the batteries for the lights. Blankets for the bunk. Soon everything was in place and in order and the brakeman passed me a hand held radio In case I needed to call them or listen in on what was going on. At 11 PM the horn blew way up front and soon I felt the slight jerk as the train began to roll out of the yards. I was sitting up top in the coupla watching the scenery pass by and small towns and hamlets and the dark woods of Central Alabama. The engineer soon put on brakes to slow down and set out some freight cars and so I was uncoupled from the train and sat on a dark siding. While the train crew did their work. I was sitting in the darkness with the doors open so I could enjoy the summer night. I was about half asleep when I heard some one on the metal steps leading to the rear platform and this young blonde haired boy snuck in on tiptoes. I guess he thought since the car was dark no one was on board. So I watched him place his small worn bag on the big oak desk and slip into the chair behind it all the while I watched from my seat above. Soon I heard the Brakeman call ease back and the train coupled onto the caboose and a hiss as the air for the brakes was let in then the train began to roll out of town my little stow away hiding behind the desk. Soon I looked at the speed gauge mounted on the wall in front of me and we were moving at 50 mph. And I slipped down the metal rungs of the ladder leading to the top of the car. I walked behind the hansom blonde boy and tapped him on the shoulder and he jumped 5 feet into the air and turned shaking and looking at me. He was scared to death. I walked in front of him and stood and so I asked him what are you doing in my caboose sitting behind my desk in sandals and in raggie cut off jeans. The blonde golden haired boy just looked at me shaking with fear he had been found out.

I’m not a big guy 5’9 145 pounds with brown hair but I must have been a site for this young lad of 17. I was wearing jeans and a short sleeve button shirt with steel toed boots and a radio hanging on my belt. And I decided to play a stern railroad man until I found out why this kid was on my caboose. I was standing there in the darkness with only the moon shining through the side window and the open doors looking at this frightened hansom lad. I could tell he was about 130 pounds about my height and with a well formed body. I reached over and turned the switch behind him to light the lamp behind the desk now in the pale yellow glow of the lamp. I could really see how scared this boy was shaking and trebling with fear. I softened my touch and once again asked him why he was here in the first place. I said boy you know what you are doing is against the law and he said yes Sir I do. So you’re running away and asked how do you know that. I replied well this train does not stop anywhere else in Alabama kid and if your not why do you have a bag and just what is in the bag. He looked down at the old worn wood floor and replied Sir I am running away you happy now so just tell them to stop the fucking train now or I will jump off now no one gives a fuck about me and he started to cry. I walked beside him and he was trying to stand up and to grab his tattered bag. I sat down in the chair and took the radio off my belt and turned it off placing it in the desk. I took his arm and turned him to face me and told him to sit he looked at me and said where and I said here and pulled him onto my lap. I said we need to talk #1 the train is not stopping. #2 you are not jumping. #3 you’re not going anywhere. I turned on another lamp to put a little more light on this hansom blonde boy and really looked at him for the first time as more than a stow away. He had a soft tear streaked face, soft pink lips and blue green eyes.

I said what is your name and please don’t lie to me. He did not look up but in a soft voice he said Peter Sir. I said nope not sir but Steve ok there was a faint smile and he said ok Steve. Peter looked at me and asked Steve why does this train have a caboose any way since they are not used anymore this is the first train I have seen in a long time with a caboose and of all my luck a occupied caboose. I laughed at this and said Peter my railroad bought this caboose for use on a short line railroad in Mississippi and I partly own it so your not trespassing and smiled. Peter let out a soft sigh of relief and I felt him relax for the first time. Now we are friends on a train headed through Alabama so let’s climb up top to the coupla and enjoy the fresh air and the ride and I want to know why a cute boy like you is running away.

Once we had climbed the rungs of the ladder to the top of the coupla and sat down in the old leather chairs facing each other in the moonlight and the soft click clack of the rails beneath the wheels eased away the miles. He began his story and I must say what Peter had to say came a shock to me. Peter said tonight at the dinner table. I had a fight with my step- father and he threatened to kill me and I asked why? Peter said because in his eyes I’m a queer little faggot and there is no place in this world for my kind and tears began to flow like a river streaking down his dusty cheeks. I wiped away the tears and he looked at me and said I guess you want me off the train now don’t you. I said no Peter I don’t. He looked at me and said why Steve. Because Peter there is more to a person that who or what you love and that is no reason to hate any one. I said Peter in your step-father's eyes I’m also a queer faggot too. Then he looked at me and smiled your gay yes Peter my boy I am. So Peter rose up on shaky legs and eased around to my side and asked will you hold me Steve please hold me? So I pulled him down into my lap and kissed his tear stained cheeks. I said my boy your hansom and smart and no one should hate you for what you are.

I sat there in the chair holding Peter and listened to the click clack of the rails as the wheels rushed on. He looked at the full moon his eyes sparkling like diamonds and he knew that he was safe from all that had threatened him back home. It seemed like hours but I knew it was less than 30 minutes. Then Peter turned and kissed me full on the lips when I least expected it to happen. Our tongues danced around tasting each other and mine explored his soft mouth. I tasted sweet honey and fear he seemed to go limp in my arms but he was smiling. I removed his sweat-stained shirt and slowly started to rub my hands over his smooth chest using my fingers to circle his pink nipples. That were beginning to harden beneath my gentle touch once again he smiled and let out a soft moan and it was pure bliss for him and me. Peter then unbuttoned my shirt and rubbed his fingers through my chest hair and played with my nipples like they were the best toys he had ever owned. In the top of a caboose there is barely enough room to sit more less do anything else so I told Peter to rise and follow me and we climbed back down the rungs once more and I led him to the bunk I made to sleep in that night. I turned off the lamp over the desk and I removed his sandals then socks and rubbed his feet and legs feeling the soft hair that covered them. His hair was like fine silk and I moved slowly up his legs to his hips and rubbed by hands on the inside of his thighs and I kissed him once again longer and stronger letting my tongue explore his soft mouth once again. I in haled the sweet sweat that was forming on his pale body. I slowly ran my tongue down his neck and to his chest Peter moaned as I moved to his right nipple biting it lightly with a little pain but wonderful pleasure to Peter then over to his left sucking in the pink bud and running my hot tongue around it. Then slowly I ran my tongue down his smooth boyish chest to his belly button and I teased it with my tongue and rimmed the sweat out and slowly lower to the top of his cut off jeans. I ran my hand over the bulge in the tight fabric of his jeans and he moaned loudly I then unbuttoned them and slid them down and off his body. Now completely naked I rubbed his cock head and balls watching them jerk with delight. Peter moaned and I licked the underside of his young boy meat and sucked his right hairless ball into my waiting mouth he breathing was deepening and his young body shivered with excitement. Then the left ball I then sucked both of them into my mouth and a wave of shivers ran down his spine and over whelmed his body. I let his balls pop out of my mouth and I took his cock head in my mouth swirling my tongue around it and exploring the slit in the center. Peter could no longer do anything his body was controlled by my tongue and me. I then took the hot young shaft into my mouth sucking deep while my tongue danced around his shaft and then I had all of his dick in my mouth.

His blonde pubic hairs tickled my chin and he was breathing deeply as moans of pleasure escaped his pink lips soon he moaned I’m Cummming so I pulled back until just his head was in my mouth and tightened my grip on his balls and he shot his sweet com into my waiting mouth. I drank it down like a fine wine so sweet so wonderful I eased up and kissed him full on the mouth letting him taste his own Juices and my own mingled together. I then stood and unfastened the button on my jeans and removed my boots.

My cock was rigid and Peter looked at me and whispered can I suck your rod. Without waiting his young mouth and tongue was licking at my head teasing me and enjoying the flavor. I wrapped my hands around his head and brought him down and he swallowed my shaft sucking and licking and playing with my heavy balls. I knew it would not belong before I shot my load so I pulled him off and he looked disappointed. I turned him over and now his cute virgin ass was hanging off the bunk sticking out nice smooth and round like fruit ripe for the picking. I bent down and spread his smooth cheeks and pressed my middle finger against the bud and eased pass the ring and into his ass hot fire engripped my finger. He moaned louder I pulled my finger out and watched his muscles pucker in and out and I took my tongue and licked his crack up and down teasing his hole. Soon he was well oiled with my juices I stood behind him and put the tip of my cock against his hot glory hole and pressed he moaned as I entered and my cock felt like it was on fire.

I pushed in all the way until my balls slapped his cheeks his hands were buried into the rubber mattress of the bunk and his head down I reached between his legs and his young cock was hard again. I pulled almost out until just my head was inside him and shoved in again I built up speed and rhythm ad I fucked his hot ass as the caboose swayed. Back and fourth as if to say I agree I agree. I was reaching the point of no return and I shot my hot load up his ass my cock was boiling in my own juice and his ass still on fire I seemed to cum more than ever before.

I pulled out of his ass and rolled him over and sucked his young cock until he shot another load into my mouth and he moaned again. I kissed him long and deep but tenderly this time.

We both lay down on the bunk and I held him in my arms until he fell asleep.

I gently laid him down as not to awaken the sleeping boy and I redressed and climbed the rungs of the ladder and watched the sun rise soon we passed the state line into Mississippi and 8 miles to Meridian. I woke Peter and kissed him and told him to get dressed and he joined me on the back platform of the caboose as we stopped in the yard. Peter looked at me with a sparkle in his wonderful eyes and said I guess this goodbye now huh Steve and I said only if you want it to be. Peter said what about the railroad guys? I said go back inside get inside the john and stay there until I say so. The Southern boys swapped my caboose me and my little stow away to the Kansas City Southern Railway. I signed the papers and the KCS crew said Steve how many riding with ya I said just two me and Peter. Peter stepped out on to the rear platform and said hi to the crew. We left the caboose and left with the crew for a hot breakfast. Once back to the train. The crew invited Peter and me to ride with them in the locomotive. They were old friends of mine and soon Peter perched on my lap while I was setting in the spare stool was a sleep again he seemed so peaceful like he had not a care in the world. I guess at that moment in time he felt the safest in a long time. The train rocked along the line at a steady 40-mph Bill looked at me and smiled. I had known Bill for almost 3 years and he said Steve where in the world did that blonde kid come from. I said a small town in Alabama he wanted to take a free train ride so he saw my caboose and climbed aboard. Bill laughed well at least he fount good company and I smiled yes he did. Bill and Jim and I talked for awhile and I soon dosed off myself as the train rolled on. We soon reached Forest 40 miles east of Jackson. As we stopped at Forest Peter and I got back on our caboose and rode into Jackson behind 3 GP38 locomotives and 100 cars of freight.

Once in Jackson our Caboose once again was swapped over to a new crew of friends this time the Illinois Central Railroad. We took a short hop into the IC main yard after passing the passenger station and Amtrak’s City of New Orleans waiting for us to pass. We waved at the people waiting to the board the South bound train and Pete felt like he was a little prince standing on the back of that caboose with me.

Once the caboose was uncoupled from the train Pete and I unloaded our supply’s in which very little had been used and the never opened book. We loaded all the stuff into my truck put the brakes on the caboose and turned it over to my boy’s of the Kosy’s line.

Robert and Dave just looked at me and Robert said Steve how was the trip and I smiled "wonderful just wonderful". Dave laughed and said any trip by train for Steve is wonderful.

I said yes Dave "but this one was special". We got in my little blue Dodge and headed North to Yazoo County and home. No one was home when we walked through the door so we stripped and took a hot shower and then to bed for some well needed non-moving sleep. Peter slept in my arms holding me tight as if I might disappear as if a dream. That night Peter met mom, dad and my little sister. Later that night when Peter was sprawled out on the floor watching TV and I was doing a railroad database on the computer mom walked in and sat down in the chair beside me and she said Steve who is the blonde boy wearing your clothes laying in the middle of the floor watching TV. "I said mom my little stow away named Peter".

Mom smiled at me and said son I want to hear about this little trip but later I think Peter wants you with him. I said goodnight and she kissed me on the cheek and then Peter he blushed red in the cheeks and we headed to bed. The next morning mom heard about the trip. " What I’m I going to do with you son. But what you did for that poor boy is wonderful I smiled at her and grabbed Peter and walked out the door into the sunshine.