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Ben Ezra Jacobson
CLARK BRODIE
by
Ben Ezra Jacobson
Dear Nifty Readers: The following story is a sequel to my story MONTANA MORNINGS. The data was taken from my journals kept over the last 50 years. If you read DEWEY BAYLESS-THE THANKSGIVING VISITOR and it's sequel, MONTANA MORNINGS...you will recall that I boarded the train in Kalispell, Montana to return to east central Illinois where I had a teaching position at the university there. On the train, having booked a Pullman sleeping car...I found to my surprise that the birth opposite mine was a young stud that I had met earlier. Just when I thought the long trip home would be dull and boring...a surprise awaited me. BEJ
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The attendant in the Pullman sleeper car had made up the upper birth for me and had pulled back the curtains and placed the ladder in position for me to climb into my bed. I had had a drink of water, been to the restroom and was now ready to climb in. I noticed that he had also made up the bed across from me on the other side of the railway car.
"You have made up the birth on the other side of mine for a passenger," I inquired..?
"Yes sir, another young fellow... about your age I would guess...name Clark Brodie. He boarded the train shortly after you did and is head for Chicago," the attendant informed me. "Do you know him sir," he asked..?
"We have met," I answered back and thanked him for the information. I climbed into my birth and removed my jeans and shirt. I had spent the last month naked at night... in bed with Dewy next to me. On the camping trip...the ranch hand Ralph at one point was naked next to me We thought nothing of it but now a Pullman birth seemed pretty close quarters. I wondered if I dare strip naked. I removed my tee shirt but left my boxers on and placed the clothing on a shelve at the foot of the birth before pulling the sheet over me.
Shortly, there was a sound of someone in cowboy boots sauntering into the compartment.
"Good evening, Mr. Brodie. I trust you are ready to have your birth turned back," asked the attendant?
"Thank you, I am," he responded. "It is nearly 11:00 PM and seems as if everyone else is calling it a day. I may read a while," he said, flashing a bunch of cheap western novels at the attendant.
"Very good, Sir," the attendant responded, "There is soft lighting in your compartment. Reading will not disturb the other passengers," he said with a grin, but really meant it as a warning.
"Thank You," Brodie countered with a sneer, " I would not want to disturb anyone."
"Quite right," the attendant answered back...and pulled the curtain back for his rider to climb the ladder into his birth. Looking at the attendants badge for a name, responded, "George...are there sleepers below me?"
"No sir," he responded. Only the upper births have passengers on this run. You and Mr. Jacobson are the sole travelers in this unit.
"Oh Shit," I thought..."Why did he tell him that? Ever hear of privacy?"
The attendant left the cubicle and went to the next to tuck in the passengers there. I could hear Brodie mincing around in his bed. The train continued east. My wrist watch beeped mid night. I lay still hoping to go to sleep...but aware that Clark Brodie was across from me. I heard his curtain slide back...and feet hit the floor. He walked away from me...presumably to go to the restroom. In a minute or so...he came back. I listened for him to climb the ladder into his bunk...but he did not.
"Ben," he whispered, "you still awake?" I lay there silently...listening...and hoping he would go back to bed.
"Ben, you awake. I need to talk to you?"
I whispered back..."What is it Clark? I am trying to get some sleep."
He took my reply as an invitation to join me...and suddenly he took a big leap and entered my compartment at the foot.
"Hi," he said, I' m glad you are not asleep. I need someone to talk to."
"What on earth about, Clark? It's after 12:00 AM, guy. We should be asleep."
"I know," he said..."but I can' t wind down and get sleepy."
He was in his jeans...but no socks or shirt.
"I' m homesick for Montana...can I sleep here with you?
"NO," I said.
"Aw Come on Ben, I need a warm body to curl up next to."
"NO Clark, I need some sleep," I answered back.
"Can I stay for just a few minutes and talk," he pleaded?
"I'll give you ten minutes bud...and then you have to return to your own birth," I shot back at him.
He got up on his knees, unsnapped his 501's and pulled them down to his knees exposing that he was naked underneath.
"What do you think you are doing," I asked?
"Getting more comfortable," he responded. He then turned, sat down on his butt and pulled his jeans completely off. Then grabbing my sheet, slipped under it and scooted as close as he could.
"Clark...this is not what I meant when I said I would talk with you for ten minutes," I spat back at him.
"You're right," he said. He threw the sheet back and grabbed my boxers and pulled them down to my knees. Climbing over them, he popped my dick into his mouth and started sucking. My first impulse was to grab him by his shoulders and throw him out of my bunk onto the floor...but after the third suck...I was at full mast. He had me. He pushed me back against my pillow and told me to breath deeply as he continued to suck my dick. I was becoming stimulated.
He ran his tongue over my balls and while they were wet, he took his fingers and massaged them. I am a sucker for ball play. He went back to my shaft and gave a few more slides on it with his wet lips before moving up my chest and finally kissing me on the lips. Something clicked in my mind...and I grabbed him by the shoulders and stopped him.
"Clark...at the theater a few weeks ago...you went down the top row on your hands and knees and sucked off a half dozen young guys. That makes you a very dangerous person, with whom to have sexual contact," I said... holding his shoulders firmly.
"Ben, that has worried you, hasn't it," he responded?
"You're damn right it has. Man...you could be contaminated with all kinds of STD's," I responded.
"But I'm not," he answered. He scooted to the bottom of the birth and pulled his wallet out of his pocket. From within, he produced a piece of paper like the one's that Dewy and I had received from the free clinic. He had been tested the same day that we were there...and the results were negative. "I'm as clean as you are Ben," he said with a big grin.
I was a little embarrassed but relieved as well.
"Why did you do this Clark," I asked?
"Dewy told me that you were upset about the theater thing and I knew I would be going to Chicago about the same time that you were returning to Illinois...and well...I was envious of what he had with you. I wanted the same. I knew that it would not happen if I was junked up...so I had the test and then booked my train ticket for the same trip you were on."
"Clark...a friendship isn't built on trying to take over someone's life. It is built on trust where casual friends eventually become better friends," I said.
"I know Ben...but I didn't have much time. It was unlikely that our paths would cross when you went back home. I wanted to get to know you and be friends with you," he whispered back at me.
I looked into his face. He was not an easy read.
"Lay back against the pillow," I commanded. He did so.
"We need to talk. First, tell me about you," I requested.
"I was born in Kalispell, Montana...and have lived there all my life," he replied.
"When were you born," I asked?
"July 24th, 19xx,"
"Really," I said. "You're just two years my senior. Dewy told me your were about 30."
"That little shit," he remonstrated, "He knows very good and well that I will be 25 my next birthday.
"OK, OK," I said, "So now I know you are about my age.
"I was a skinny little runt in school...got bullied a lot, not a good student and then it got out that I liked boys...and after that...it was either someone wanting me to do sexual things with them or to them...or they hated my guts. I bulked up in high school and got pretty good with my fists. That is the only thing that kept me from getting the shit beat out of me," he said as his voice began to crack.
"And as an adult, you have a lot of friends now," I suggested?
"Not at all, Ben. I work for my old man who pays me to run his damn theater...but he doesn't care if am around or not. And the guys who I have serviced on the back row of the theater are only friends long enough to get their load off. Dewy and a couple of his ranch hands are really the only real friends I have."
I did not want to tell him that Dewy did not consider him a friend at all...but thought better of the idea.
"Did you ever have any girl friends," I asked.
"I did in grade school...but in Junior High...when it got out that I liked guys...the girls dropped me real fast. It has been tough being mostly alone, most of your life."
He turned to look into my face. He had tears running down his face on both
sides of his cheeks.
"I' m sorry for forcing my self on you Ben. This was a very bad idea," he whispered. Reaching for his jeans, he said, "I'm going back to my own birth."
I grabbed his arm firmly. "No..." I replied, "Stay...I don't want you to go."
He turned and looked at me, staring deep into my face. "You sure?"
"I want you to stay Clark," I said again...and taking his jeans out of his hands pitched them to the foot of the bed. "Lean back against the pillow."
He did so. I took a tissue from the dispenser and gently wiped his cheeks.
"Now, tell me about your home life," I asked. I did not know if he would do so, but he relaxed next to me...and softly continued to tell me of his life at home with his parents and siblings. He told me about high school and although he tried one quarter at community college...was unable to keep the grades and ended up withdrawing before he was dropped for poor scholarship. He told me about some of his attempts to establish a relationship with a friend who was female and several with male friends and how they all ended in hurt feelings and the end of their friendships. He told me of his frustrations with seeing people he thought he would like to establish a relationship and about one rejection after another. I learned that Montana was not a pro-gay state. Where most people with homo erotic persuasions had stayed in the closet...Clark had ventured out...and got burned. Now he was on the train for Chicago, where...I
learned, he was taking a chance on a gay pen pal who wanted him to come up to the Windy City and visit...and to see if they would be compatible. It was a mighty big "IF."
My wrist watch beeped two o'clock in the morning. Clark looked like he was exhausted having spilled his guts to me for the last few hours. He closed his eyes for a moment...and was soon sound asleep. I reached over and turned out the light. I pulled the sheet up...over both of our shoulders. He moaned lightly...pleasantly...and turned on his left side. I scooted up next to him and put my arm over him and pulled him close. He put his right hand over my right hand and squeezed it...then went back into a deep sleep.
I listened to the repetitive sound of the wheels of the train on the track...and soon also dozed off to sleep.
I heard the night steward come through the car about 6:00 AM but he made no inquiries as to whether anyone was ready to get up. At 7:00 AM...he came through again...but still made no inquiries. Clark was beginning to stir. He opened his eyes and found me still next to him.
"Ben...I thought I had dreamed all of this," He said with a sudden start.
"It wasn't a dream Clark...we were talking and you dozed off. I let you sleep."
He pulled the sheet up and looked underneath. He was still completely naked and I had kicked off my boxers that he had pulled down to my knees the night before.
"Ben...I am so sorry about this," again he said. He reached for his jeans. "I have to pee so bad...that I feel like I could burst." He quickly slipped into his jeans and bustled out of my birth.
The night steward who was coming down the hall for the 8:00 AM run...noticed his exit...but said nothing...just continued to walk down the aisle of the coach. Thank goodness for people with discretion...I thought.
At 10:00 AM...the train stopped at a community in South Dakota...and the conductor announced that we would be there an half hour while additional cars were attached to our train. I grabbed some clean clothing and went to the restroom for a quick shower and to brush my teeth. I looked around for Clark but did not see him. I hoped he had not gotten off the train from embarrassment.
In the dinning car...I ordered breakfast. The waiter left me just as Clark came into the car. I motioned for him to join me.
"I have a coke and a roll," he said. "I' m traveling on a tight budget." He started to get up...but I grabbed his arm and said, "Stay."
He sat across from he with his head hung down. "Clark...how much money do you have to get you to Chicago," I asked.
"Enough," he replied.
"Clark...how much money do you have to get you to Chicago," I asked again?
He looked into my face...and replied, "Twenty nine Dollars and Seventy Five cents."
"And if your friend and you do not hit it off...how are you going to get home again," I asked?
Clark looked at me with an embarrassed expression..." I don' t know Ben."
I called the waiter over and ordered Clark a cowboy's breakfast of ham and eggs, hash browns, toast and coffee. He protested a bit...but did not turn it down when it arrived.
"How many letters," I asked, "Have you exchanged with this "friend" in Chicago?"
"One or two," he said. "I found his name in a friend finder magazine and wrote to him...and he wrote back and said to come up and get acquainted."
"Did he send you directions or any money to help with the expenses," I asked.
Clark looked down at the table again, "No."
"Clark...do you see the risk you are taking? Did he give you a phone number to call when you get in...or is he going to meet you at the station," I asked..?
"He did give me a phone number...but I don't know if he is going to meet me at the train station or not. I think I am suppose to call at the station and he will come get me," he responded.
I looked at his face. He was obviously suffering for his ill thought out plan and insufficient money supply.
"Look buddy...let me suggest when we stop again in two hours...that you give the number a call and see what his plans are. If you need money to call...I'll give it to you," I said.
"Ben," he said... "I feel like such a damn fool. I was so bent in getting out of Montana...that I took this stupid chance...knowing very likely that it could blow up in my face. But I had to get away. I just had to get away."
A tear started slowly streaming down his face again as he looked at the table. I took a handkerchief from my hip pocket and passed it to him. He looked up surprised...then wiped his eyes...embarrassed to have anyone see him tear up.
He whispered, "I'm sorry about this Ben."
"I know, Clark, but I' m going to try to help you fix it. When we stop again...we' ll call the phone number your friend gave you...and see what his plans are...and then take it from there. Now eat the rest of your breakfast cowboy...you may need all the energy you can get," I responded.
Clark looked into my grinning face and smiled back at me. I nodded to show my approval. He wolfed down the rest of his breakfast...and we adjourned to the observation car.
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"Are you sure operator," Clark said into the mouth piece of the pay phone?
"Yes sir...that number has been out of service for a year. Do you have an additional number that I can try for you," the phone operator replied.
"No Ma'am...thank you for your efforts."
He looked at me and hung the receiver back on the hook.
"You were right Ben, it was all a sham."
Clark looked like he could melt right in front of me. I expected him to be angry if it turned out to be a hoax...but instead...it was like every last bit of energy had escaped his body. I grabbed his arm. I thought for a moment he was going to collapse.
"That ignorant, rotten, little son-of-a-bitch...lied to me," he snapped at me. "It was all a god-damn lie."
"Sit down Clark," I said... "let's catch our breath."
"You know what this means, Ben? I am half way to Chicago...and there is
nothing there or no one waiting for me."
"It is a rude awakening to be sure, but now you know instead of standing on the Chicago platform for hours and no one ever showing up for you," I replied.
"Man...I am mentally drained," he said. " I don't know what to do next."
"I do," I said, "come home with me for a few days...and we will think it through very carefully, look at your options...and you can then decide what you want to do."
"I don't have the money to get back to Montana...even if there was a desire to go back...which there isn't," he said.
"Clark...you don't have to make any decisions today. I' m extending the invitation to come home with me for awhile...and think this thing through. In a few days...you will be able to think clearly and to decide what's best for you. For now...try to get it through your head that you are not alone nor with out a friend," I responded back to him.
"I don't know what to say, Ben. But if you're sure that I can lean on you for a few days...I will take you up on your offer. Right now...I can't think clearly," he said, as he extended his hand to shake hands with me.
I took his hand and shook it...and putting my arm around his shoulder...lead him back to the train as the conductor was announcing that it was time to re-board for the next leg of our journey.
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We sat in the observation car most of the afternoon and watched the landscape go by. Clark talked a little more about his life in Montana...but his dejected mood over powered the conversations. We had the sleeper births for a second night. We would arrive in Chicago early tomorrow and would change trains...boarding the south bound Illinois Central for the middle of the state...and then be home...my home. Although I had promised my parents to join them in Wisconsin at their summer house for a couple weeks of fishing before fall semester started at the university...it now appeared that I might have to renege on that promise until I could help Clark find a solution to his dilemma. The cheapest and fastest way to solve the situation would be to buy him a ticket to Montana and see him off...but that was not the best way to help him. After all, as an educator, one's responsibility is to help people. Dumping Clark was not a good way
to help him. No, I would stick with him and help him find his own strength... so he could move on successfully.
The kindly and discreet porter made up the births for us in the sleeper car, saw us both into our respective bunks and left the area. I heard him go out the Pullman coach door as Clark's feet hit the floor. Quick as a flash he climbed into my bed again. I was expecting him. I pulled the sheet back...as he slipped his naked body under my covers and scooted next to me. I was naked too. I put my arm over his torso and held him close to me. He began to relax again. We never spoke...just lay there spooning and listening to the sound of the wheels going over the rails. I moved my hand onto his stomach and ran my fingers through the hair on his chest that divided his torso into two matching sides. Then moving my hand lower...felt the groin hair around his soft cock. He had had a shower and smelled like fresh soap and shampoo. Taking his warm soft cock into my hand, I gave it a light squeeze. He sighed approval. As I
held it...it began to harden until it was at full mast. He rolled over on his back and looked at me. Taking his two hands, he turned and took my face between them and kissed me on the side of my face. I kissed him back. He rolled over on top of me and put the side of his face next to the side of my face...and held it there. His warmth was very soothing.
He raised his face and kissed my fore head, then the tip of my nose, then my lips and then my chin. He pulled the sheet over his head and moving lower...he kissed my chest and then both nipples...before taking his tongue to go around and around them. He bit down on each ever so slightly and then tongued them again. They became very hard and stood up. Although he was still kissing my chest...my dick had become hard as a rock. He moved lower...and put his tongue into my belly button and then taking his fingers, played with my pubic hair. He held my erection perpendicular to my groin and went down on it with his lips. He deep throated it a few times before doing a slow suck that had the chambers within bulging from the titillating sensations.
I have always loved to have someone play with my balls. He slipped lower and to the side, to massage the twins with his hands and then his tongue. It was like a thousand little vibrators all over them. I could barely contain the delightful sensation. He rolled me over on my stomach and began tonguing my anal sphincter.
I have never spoken to another man who did not like to get rimmed...and Clark was treating me to an outstanding experience. I was not sure how much more of the intense feelings I could stand. It seemed like any minute he would plunge his own hard cock into my orifice and hump away...but he did not. He pulled out from under the sheet and threw it back against the wall...and coming to the head of the bed...motioned for me to scoot down. He got over top of me and let his erect hardware hang in my face while he stretched out his torso over me and started sucking me again. We had a perfect sixty nine going. He thrust his dick deep into my throat. A couple of times I gagged. I reached up and massaged his rectal opening as he again thrust his penis into my mouth. Every time I touched his orifice...he would squirm and moan. There was a tube of Vaseline in my night bag...and I grabbed it, squeezing a healthy amount onto the tip
of my finger. I massaged his sphincter muscles with my lubed finger. He squirmed harder and moaned louder. I warned him to keep quiet...which he did. I pushed my finger in...and he became so excited that he bit my dick, hard. I reached up and smacked him on the side of his head. He mumbled that he was sorry. I pushed my finger in deeper...and he moaned again...and bit me again. I smacked the side of his head again.
Once I had my finger inserted as deep as it would go, I pulled his dick out of my mouth and placed a large handkerchief under his proboscis because as I massaged his prostate gland...he began to drip seminal fluid in copious amounts.
He climbed off my chest and turned around. He took some of the Vaseline and lubed my penis and then slowly sat down on it...with his penis facing me. I lubed his dick and began to slow stroke him as I pushed my cock deep into his anal orifice. He was getting excited and the more I thrust the more sensation he was getting. He was starting to cum and I was afraid he would scream out and alert the whole Pullman car that two people were having intense passionate sex. I put my other hand over his mouth as he ejaculated a big load into the handkerchief over my chest. Just as his contractions were pulsating...I shot my load deep into him. I felt like screaming myself. The orgasmic excitement lasted about twelve seconds and then began to subside.
When he had quit leaking semen...I handed him my bath robe and he put it on and hurried to the restroom to drain and to clean up. When he returned. He removed my robe and I put it on and hurried to the restroom to do the same clean up. When I returned, he had scooted to the back of the birth. I removed my robe and scooted back against him. He put his arm over me.
We changed positions several times in our sleep. The one thing was sure for both of us. Neither of us wanted to be very far away from the other. In the middle of the night on several occasions...I felt him kiss the side of my face.
Although I have always been a person of some faith...I have never been demonstrative with intentional displays of it for the sake of showing off. I did not expect that Clark was a man of much religious affiliation...but during the night I heard him pray...thanking God...that I had come to his rescue...and that he might be worthy of that act of kindness. I waited for a few minutes before scooting back against him again and putting my arm over his and pulling him close to me. I leaned back against him...and whispered "amen". He flinched...embarrassed that I heard him.
Our train arrived in Chicago at 8:30 AM. We changed to the south bound Illinois Central effortlessly...and two hours later arrived at our destination. We took a cab to my apartment and hauled our luggage through the door, dropping it on the living room floor.
"Well buddy," I said, " We are home."
Chapter two, to follow shortly.
Ben Ezra Jacobson