| Under the Railroad Tracks | ||
| I was walking along the railroad
tracks one day last week. I was all alone, with my head down and not feeling too
good about myself. My old man’s a tobacco farmer and we live way out here in the
sticks - the foothills of the Appalachians. I tried to silently count my
blessings. At least we’re not as poor as most folks in these parts are, Dad
making a pretty good living from the five-acre allotment he has. And it was a
bright sunshiny day where I was...but my spirits were sill as black as the huge
thunderheads I could see building up just over the mountain I was headed for. I
could tell there was gonna be a storm later that day. I was so damn alone in the
world and I was feeling as low as a snake’s belly. I’d finished high school last
year and all my friends had drifted off from this remote part of the country,
lit off for greener pastures. Nobody with half a mind would stick it out in this
neck of the woods. Clayton had been my favorite friend and the first guy I ever
made it with. He’s the one who taught me how to jack off and the first one I
ever shot my load into - my first load. He’d taken his red-haired ass off to
college on a football grant and here I was stuck on this fucking farm. I hated
it! Anyway, I was just moseying along, thinking about old Clayton and all the good times we had, taking little steps on the shiny, bright rails. I had a boner about a mile long and was wishing there was somebody like Clayton that I could cornhole like I used to do. There aren’t too many folks who live around here and the hills were all silent around me. It was Springtime and I could hear all the birds all twittering and singing in the fresh, green trees...mating calls, calls for frolicking sex rising like the sap in the trees. I hadn’t gotten my own sap off for a couple of days and I was as horny as a colt. My old lady caught me whacking off in the outhouse a month before and was keeping a sharp eye out to catch me again. Mom’s a born again Baptist and real uptight about that stuff, says it’s “a sin”. I don’t know anything about that, but if it is, I bet the good Lord never tried it or it wouldn’t be. Those were the kinds of things I was thinking on that day. I was a mile from home, just coming up to the tunnel the railroad tracks run through before shooting out the other end onto this big bridge that crosses a deep gorge on the other side. Not too many trains come through here anymore so I didn’t think too much about it when I entered the dark tunnel. There was just a round circle of light at the other end to guide me. I was about what I reckoned was half the way in when I heard the loud horn of a train coming towards me. Shit! My cock sure wilted then. I couldn’t decide whether I should try and run back or make it the end of the tunnel and jump into this little creek that dumps off into the gorge. The longer I stood there frozen like a damn rabbit, the worse my situation got. Finally, I figured I’d take the chance and flew like a bat outta hell for the opening ahead of me. I damn sure didn’t want to get caught in that narrow tunnel when the train came flying in. The rails were shaking under my feet as I sprinted for the entrance. I could see the train coming onto the bridge across the gorge, and getting nearer all the while. My heart was pumping like a lathered up mule when I made it to the mouth of the man-made cave. I could feel the wind slam past my back when the train whooshed past as I was jumping into the little freshest of water we call Panther Creek. I landed in the water and could hear the heavy freight train rumbling overhead, roaring on for Louisville like the very dickens. I was shaking at my close escape. The water was cold as a witch’s tit and soaked right through my tennis shoes, wetting the bottom half of my overalls. Glad I didn’t shit in my pants because, as I looked around me in the suddenly very quiet little woods, I glanced up under the trestle and saw a real cute guy. He was taking a leak down the slope that dropped off into the canyon. He had a monster honker on him. His piss was spraying out about eight feet from him, near as I could tell. And thick! He was pissing like a horse, and I could hear it splashing against a rock, like he was a big stallion. I guess the sound of the train had covered up the noise I made when I hit the stream because he didn’t see me at all. He just stood there holding that giant slab of cock in his hand and milking it off as he finished peeing. He flipped that monster up and down a few times then shoved it back up the leg of the khaki shorts he was wearing. Looked like he didn’t have on any underwear, as easy as it went in. I wasn’t wearing any drawers under my coveralls, either and my cock was poking out in front of me again like I had a baseball bat stuck between my legs. He was really hot. I said he was “cute” but it was more like he was manly and handsome in a rough and country way - butch as hell. I could tell by the way he sauntered back up under the railroad trestle to this little pile of clothes he had up there. It looked like he’d been there for quite awhile. There was smoke dust all over the roof of the concrete wedge where he went and stretched out against a big boulder back up under there. That soot stain was nearly as black as his long curly hair. I came out of the water real slow like. I didn’t want him to see me and thought that maybe I’d just watch him for a while, maybe jack off below this low rise where I was standing. I could duck behind it if he started looking over in this direction. He picked up a magazine and started reading it. I couldn’t tell what it was, but I could see some skin on the cover when he bent back. He was turning the pages kind of slow-like, not reading but more like he was looking at pictures. Pretty soon, he reached down between his spread out legs and hoisted that big cock back out of the leg of his shorts. Goddamn! I caught me breath when I saw how hard the damn thing was! He had a roaring old boner in his hand and he commenced stroking on it with this right hand, using the left to turn the pages. I sneaked my own hand down inside my overalls, and grabbed a handful of my fat prick, nowhere as huge as the guy I was watching, but “big enough” as Clayton used to tell me. Man, I couldn’t believe my luck: here I was, hot and horny as hell and getting the chance to watch another dude jack off while I was doing the same. That had always been a turn on for me anyway, so I started fisting my meaty prick. The guy kept turning the pages of this one magazine and then he picked up another from a stack lying on the army blanket beside him. I got really hot when he held it up to his face and I could see it was a fuck book, with a naked guy on the cover. He turned the pages of his dog-eared skin rag quicker - he was shafting that big piece of gristle pretty darn fast now. I started doing the same. He laid the book down beside him and turned on his side, facing me. Now I really had a good look at that gigantic tool of his! He reached down with his other hand and hauled out a pair of beefy balls, real hairy and hanging in their ballsac, jerking a little as he beat off. He was making me so hot that I forgot I was supposed to be hiding and cleared my throat with a little cough. He looked up at the sound and straight into my eyes. I got kinda scared that he would stop pulling his pud and yell at me to leave him alone. But he didn’t - just kept right on stroking that slab of cock like he didn’t care if I was watching him or not. He could probably see my shoulders jerking from my arm that was still stuck down my drawers, pumping my meat. He smiled at me then - the cutest damn smile I’d seen in a month of Sundays - and motioned with one hand for me to come closer. A team of mules couldn’t have held me back. I came up the little rise I’d been hiding behind and ambled over toward him, my cock still sticking out a country mile. The closer I came, the more good looking he got. He had a real he-man face and his chest was muscular and hairy. He still had his cock hanging out of his shorts but he’d stopped fisting on it and he was resting his upper torso on a pair of beefy arms. He lay back down on the army blanket, naked as a jaybird, his big old cock just arching up to above his belly button. I stood and stared down at him with my pole jutting out to its full seven inches. His must’ve had a good ten inches and it was dripping dick-snot onto his washboard belly. His big old rosy crown was uncut too, precum seeping out of the puckered folds of flesh, the longest foreskin I’d ever seen. His black-haired belly was glistened with the darned stuff. I lay down next to him, and he grabbed a hold of my quivering body and pressed me to him in a full-body bear hug. Damn, but he was hot! He put his full, wet lips next to my ear. “What do you like to do, kid?” he whispered. Shit, I was so fucking hot, I woulda done anything he liked. He commenced to kissing on me and deep-tonguing into my mouth, really getting that long piece of mouth-meat down my gullet. I swallowed and sucked on it like a starving old dog. I could feel his pumped up cock digging into my skinny belly, could feel him still lubing on me. I pushed and ground my hips against his sweaty skin harder. He was running those big palms of his all over my smooth, young back and driving me into a frenzy of lust. I felt near to cumming just eating on his tongue that way. His hand kneaded and squeezed on my asscheeks, pulling those dimpled little globes of mine tighter to his groin. Suddenly, he let off tonguing me and held his head back, looking at me the longest time, almost making me feel afraid again. “My name’s Kevin,” he said with a wicked little smile that sent shivers up and down my spine. “What’s yours?” “Billy,” I told him. “You like cock, huh, Billy?” “I sure like yours,” I said, grabbing hold of his joint to show him how much. “Why don’t you suck me off, Billy?” he said in that sexy voice, not really making a question out of it. There wasn’t anything more I wanted in the world right now than to get that juicy meat into my mouth. “Yeah!” I said, falling on top of him. I nubbled on his neck and then down over his massive, hairy pecs, tongued and licked on his tightened up nipples. I slobbered my way down to his monster cock and tried to get the head in my mouth. It was all I could do to stretch my lips wide open and get the leaking thing inside. Kevin groaned with pleasure when I did. I tasted his milky precum and it was as sweet as clover honey. He had a good, spunky taste to his thick cock and I gobbled my way down the shaft, feeling it pulse and jerk in my mouth. “C’mon, man, eat me...eat me,” I heard him moan. “Get all my big cock down your hot little throat - that’s it. Go for it, you can do it, you can do it, that’s it, take my meat, man.” I gagged his fuck-stick to the back of my throat and swallowed him all the way to the balls. His fleshy foreskin slid up and down his rigid, blood-filled cock as I ate him up and down. He put both huge palms on either side of my bobbing head and guided me in slow strokes. I felt like I was gonna cum jut tasting his hammer-headed man-meat in my mouth. All of a sudden, he started to jerk his hips up and down and I felt his cock swelling even more, I grabbed his giant balls like hot tomatoeskin the sun and squeezed on them; they felt like rolling eggs in boiling water. He pulled my head off him real quick-like then. “I wanna make it last. C’mere,” he said. He manhandled me around and I squirmed my butt up to his face, my flaming cock ready to explode as he toke me into his mouth. He sucked me right up to the balls straight away and I felt my cream churning in my nuts. I face-fucked Kevin and went back to slobbering and drooling all over his spit-slick dick. I ran my burning lips up and down the underside of his jerking cock and let his thick piss-tube slide between my feverish lips. He was hunching his cock against my face and I ate at the throbbing thing like I was starving. Kevin started flexing his hip muscles and pumping his meat against my slimy face, his dripping precum making me even slimier. I slid my wet face down to his balls and started licking and slobbering on them, took them into my mouth one at a time and glommed them around. We were clinging onto each other’s asses like we wanted to be one person. With his mouth working on my pole, I felt electricity shoot all up and down my spine and there was a churning in my balls like hot lava ready to erupt. Kevin pulled off my cock real fast and drew my head back up to his. We kissed real sloppy and long. “I wanna eat your ass, baby, get it ready for me,” he said. He turned me over on my belly and lay on top of me. I felt my busting dick digging into the rough blanket and I knew I was gonna unload any minute. He started licking and tonguing his way down my backside, washed all over both of my butt cheeks, licked up between my legs and into the cleavage of my ass-crack. He drove me half-crazy when he stuck his tongue inside of me, gnawing and really chewing on my bung-hole. He was spearing me with that long tongue of his, driving it into my guts and acting like he was gonna eat me alive. His tongue pulled out as I was moaning and groaning with ecstasy, rolling my head from side to side. “I’m gonna fuck you, Billy,” he said roughly. Now I didn’t know that was gonna be possible, considering the size of Kevin’s cock. I’d only been fucked once in my life and that had been with Clayton who was a helluva lot smaller than this guy. But to tell you the truth, my asshole was twitching for him to ram that long-pole up me. He’d gotten me so hot by eating out my ass that I was shivering with desire for him to just plow his fuck-pole up my butt. I twisted my head around and watched him sit back on his heels. He took that heavy fucker of his and spit on his hands then greased it up and down. God, but I was scared. “C’mon, Billy, just relax,” he said throatily. “I won’t hurt you, I promise”. But he did! He put that monster cockhead up to just the tip of my pucker string and moved it around a little, getting my already well-slobbered hole even wetter. I felt the pain before he got the apple-sized crown inside, and rested it there. “Easy baby, easy baby, you can take it,” he said. He put one arm around my heaving belly and hugged me real tight, “to cushion you against the pain,” he said. He did too. Kevin held onto me so tight I couldn’t get my breath and slid that big spike deeper, like about halfway. I was groaning and damn near sobbing but he waited for it to stop hurting me before he speared me to the guts. I’d pushed back onto his building cock and signaled I was ready for it. And boy, did it feel good! He began hunching his meat up my fuck-chute in slow and easy strokes, every thrust he made going deeper than the last. My asshole felt like it was on fire and flames were shooting through me more intense than the pain had ever been. I was getting the fuck of my life! Kevin was hugging onto my scrawny waist and breathing heavy words wetly into my ear. “Oh yeah, such a good tight boy-ass baby, a real fuck-boy ass. You like that cock inside, don’t you boy? Don’t You?” “Yes!” I groaned, and I really meant it. “Oh yeah...and I like it, too, Billy. Yeah, boy, take my cock, take my cock up that tight hole! Get it all boy, get it, get it!” he went on. He was really ass-slapping his way in now, giant balls pounding on my butt. I could feel his sweaty body humping into my very guts, hitting my prostrate and driving me even crazier with pleasure than Clayton had ever done. “Sweet, sweet ass,” he whimpered. “Such a sweet, delicious little boy-ass. Take my fuck, Billy, take my fuck. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” He went even wilder when I bucked my ass up and knelt on all fours like a dog in heat. He went into a half-crouch and straddled my skinny frame, still fucking into me like the bitch I thought I was. He reached around and took my blood-swollen cock in his big palm and fisted me, matching his strokes, thrust for thrust of his cock in my ass. He was driving me over the edge and I felt the cum boiling in my nuts, churning and near ready to burst outta me. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” I yelled. He fucked faster, slamming and plunging into my cock-filled hole. I felt like I was impaled on a fucking baseball bat as he hammered at my bunghole, going for his cum-shot with a vengeance now. My own fuck-tool was sliding so fast that I saw stars spinning and it felt like flames were shooting out of my cock. That was when it happened. That big storm moved over us and a loud crack of lightening split the sky and a heavy burst of thunder stunned us from up above. He started unloading into me as the rain began to fall. I could feel his flushing balls before he raised his head back and yelled, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Take it, kid, take my cum, take my load!” He shot burst after burst of man-seed up my fuck-chute. I felt every delicious spurt as he milked himself off deep inside of me. I started spewing too. Thick and long ropes of jism came flying up my cumtube and sprayed out onto the blanket. My spunk just wouldn’t stop shooting, arching and spasming out of my piss-slit, his jerking fist on my cock, milking the life outta me. “That’s it, boy! Oh yeah! Look at you, look at that flying jism. Get your nut, Billy, get your load off. That’s it, sperm it out kid. Cum boy, cum!” I didn’t think it was humanly possible for anyone to cum as much as I did. With that gigantic cock buried up inside my guts, though I just kept sperming out like I’d been collecting it for years. It felt like buckets full, the longest orgasm of my young life. When Kevin milked the last few drops of my cream out and shook my cock so they sprayed around, he gave me one final hunch up the butt and collapsed atop me. “Whew!” we said at the same time. And we kissed. He rolled off and out of me and my asshole felt like it was slamming shut like a barn door. We lay next to each other for along time after that and talked a little. He said he’d been staying under here pretty much as long as he’d gotten out of prison, “released on a bum rap,” he said. I promised I’d meet him the next day as I was shrugging back into my overalls. The storm had passed over and the rain had slackened to a steady drizzle. He kissed me good-bye before I left. Like I said, that was last week and the same day that I met Kevin, my old man and I went to the post office. While Dad was standing in line to mail some bills, I was looking halfheartedly at the bulletin board where they post the names of wanted prisoners and such. There was Kevin’s picture! I read all of it before I sneaked over and tore it down. He’d escaped from prison where he’d been serving time for a murder charge. I raced like hell to get back there the next day but he was gone. And Kevin, maybe someday, you’ll read this and come back to our trysting place under the railroad tracks. I’ll check it every day from now on. I love you. |
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