Date: Fri, 2 Dec 2005 16:44:55 EST
From: Colcalverley@aol.com
Subject: At the Station

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AT THE STATION

The problem with living in a small town is that most of the main line
trains thunder through the station without stopping.  I suppose it's my
fault that I had to wait two hours for the next one, but the young guy in
the pub was so good to look at that I forgot the time and then had to rush
to the station just in time to miss the previous one!

I sat on platform and looked around me.  It seemed that I was completely
alone with nothing to do and nobody to talk to for the time being.  My
thoughts returned to the lad in the pub.  He could not have been more than
eighteen years old (you have to be 18 to drink legally in Britain) and he
had a body that would have been the envy of any man in the bar.  He had a
gorgeous face with fine (but not chiselled) features and gossamer-fine
golden hair, but it was his piercing blue eyes that really caught my
attention, those and the healthy bulge in the front of his jeans.  He was
wearing a tight tee shirt and his nipples were standing out underneath,
positively begging to be caressed and sucked.  His whole ensemble was
finished off with a distinctive pair of what had once been yellow trainers,
which were now well worn with threadbare patches, soles worn smooth and one
of his little toes visible through a hole in the side, indicating that he
wasn't wearing any socks.

As I thought about him my cock started rising to attention and as I was
only wearing a thin pair of silky shorts with no underwear it immediately
became obvious to anybody who was interested that I had an erection.  I
cast my eyes about me and there seemed to be nobody about, so I started to
rub myself through my shorts and my cock stood at full mast in no time.

As I sat there I was aware of movement at the far end of the platform and a
young porter with his trolley started walking up towards where I was
sitting.  Thinking that he wouldn't take any interest in me (we British are
very reserved in public and normally would not dream of speaking to
strangers on a station) I just sat there hoping that he wouldn't notice my
predicament (pre-dick-ament?).  As he came closer I could see that he was
very young.  He must have left school at sixteen and this must have been
his first job.  As he walked past he bade me `good afternoon' and his eyes
wandered towards my cock.  He did what can only be described as a
`double-take' and then stared so intently without stopping that he pushed
the trolley dangerously near the edge of the platform.

Fortunately he regained control of his senses and carried on further up the
platform.  I continued pleasuring myself through my shorts until I was
aware that the same lad was wandering back down the platform towards me.
As he got closer he slowed his pace and as he passed me his eyes were glued
to my cock.  Unable to contain myself, my muscles contracted and my cock
jerked inside my shorts.  His eyes opened wide as he quickened his pace
pretending not to notice.

I decided that I would have to do something about the situation and went
into the gent's toilet to give myself some relief.  As I walked into the
toilet I saw that there were three cubicles and entered the first.  There
was no lock on the door and no paper.  The middle cubicle had paper but no
lock and the third one, like the first, had neither.  There were small
holes in all the adjoining walls, but not large enough to put your dick
through, but ideal for spying on your neighbour.

Not being one to miss an opportunity I went into the middle one and closed
the door behind me.  If anybody tried to come in I could easily reach the
door with my hand and push it shut.

I sat playing with myself for a few minutes until I heard the familiar
footsteps of the porter approaching the toilet.  The footsteps entered and
I heard the door to the first cubicle squeak open and as I looked through
the spyhole I could see a pair of navy blue British Rail uniform trousers.

My young porter sat down without undoing his trousers and his eye appeared
on the other side of the hole.  I sat back and let him see what I had to
offer, rubbing myself gently to make it obvious what I was after.  I
reapplied my eye to the spyhole and his eye disappeared.  He stood up and I
heard him unfastening his belt and unzipping his trousers, which dropped to
his ankles.  He sat down and displayed his rock-hard cock, which was uncut,
around seven inches in length with a mass of black pubic hair at the base.
As he pulled his foreskin back he revealed a beautiful cock-head with a
longer-than-average piss slit which was already leaking precum.  He started
to masturbate slowly and I could feel myself responding as the old familiar
tickling sensation started way down inside.

His eye reappeared at the spyhole so I gave him a little more visual
entertainment until I heard him stand up and his feet shuffled out of his
cubicle.  The door in front of me began to open and he stood there with his
trousers round his ankles and his cock in his hand looking terribly
inelegant but totally desirable.  He came into my cubicle and took hold of
my cock as I took hold of his.

I noticed his name badge on his uniform said `Danny' so I said to him `What
do you like to do Danny?'

He turned his back on me and leaned with both hands against the door
presenting his hairy arse to me.

`Fuck me' he said simply.

The only lubrication I had available was my saliva, so I moistened up my
cock and pushed it towards the forest of hair that grew from his young
crack, eventually finding his rear entrance.  I pushed hard against him,
but to no avail so I spat on my fingers and managed to work some into his
crack, so that at the next attempt I entered him without too much trouble.
He winced as I pushed my head inside so I gave him a little time to get
used to it, then I slowly pressed the whole way in.  Danny's
`Ooooooooooooohhhhhhh, that feels brilliant!' was the only sound to be
heard.

I slowly pulled back until just my glans remained inside him and then
thrust forward again.  There was no denying that Danny was experienced but
he was still nice and tight so I assumed that he didn't do this too
regularly.  `Oh, God this is wonderful' he said breathlessly.  I continued
thrusting and I have to admit that I was really getting turned on and my
orgasm wasn't too far away.  Danny was making noises like he was also near
the point of no return and as I released my load inside him, so he shot his
load all over the inside of the toilet door, and judging by the amount he
shot he hadn't cum in a fair while.

Just as we were relaxing there was the sound of a train pulling into the
station and stopping (not mine!).  `Shit, I have to go' he said `I'm the
only one on duty.  Please don't go away, I'll be back shortly' he said.

I sat down to wait for him to return and a couple of passengers came in and
used the urinal, but then someone went into the cubicle next to mine.  I
heard a zip being lowered and then in the gap between the bottom of the
wall and the floor appeared a trainer.  It was a dirty, well-worn yellow
trainer and I could see a little toe through a hole in the side.

There could be very little doubt that this was the boy from the pub.  I put
my eye to the spyhole and could see the bottom half of him as he stood and
peed into the bowl.  When he had finished he shook the drips from his cock
and then began to play with himself and his cock began to lengthen and
stiffen.  He changed position and sat down and I immediately sat back so
that he could see my cock if he looked through the hole.  About 30 seconds
later I heard him clear his throat and bent down again to find his eye on
the other side of the wall.  We sat eye to eye for a little while, then he
sat up and for the first time I saw the full extent of his equipment.

I could see that he had a respectable eight inches and was impressed by the
fact that his balls hung very low.  I had noticed this when he was peeing,
but thought that they might be higher when he was hard.  Not so, they were
as low as ever and swung as he massaged his cock.  I also noticed that
there were no tan lines.  His cock was just as brown as the rest of his
body.

I heard him stand and open his cubicle door and, like Danny, he came into
my cubicle with his trousers round his ankles.  He smiled when he saw me
and said `You're the guy who was eyeing me up in the pub.  I was really
disappointed when you left, I was looking forward to getting it on with
you.'

`Well,' I said `Now's your chance' and he leaned towards me and we kissed.
He was a little shorter than I had imagined when I saw him sitting in the
pub, around 5'7" but beautifully put together and I had to stoop slightly
to kiss him.  I sat down, took his cock and kissed the end of it, then
slipped the head inside my mouth.  `MMmmmmmmmmm' he said, `I love to be
sucked.'  As he said this, footsteps approached the toilet and I recognised
the sound of Danny's boots.  The boy moved to the side and opened the
cubicle door as Danny arrived.

`I see you've met Chas' said Danny, `We get together now and again for a
bit of fun, but there's no room in here for three, let's go next door into
the staff room but you'll have to pull your trousers up, there are a couple
of old ladies on that platform opposite and we don't want them getting
excited!!'

We made ourselves presentable and followed Danny into a nice little room
with a big sofa and a couple of armchairs and the usual catering bits and
pieces you would find in a staff room.

Chas surprised me by stripping completely.  His cock had gone soft again so
I volunteered to do something about that and took him in hand until he was
stiff enough to be returned to my mouth.  Danny also stripped off and he
proved to be quite a hunk under that all-concealing British Rail uniform.
The only slightly strange thing was that while his lower half was very
hairy from his navel treasure trail down to his toes, the upper half of his
body (apart form his head) was totally hairless.  Not even a single hair at
his nipples or under his arms.

We sat together on the sofa for a while, Chas in the middle with a cock in
each hand and kissing Danny, while I ministered to his cock and when we
were all three sufficiently aroused Chas sat on the back of the sofa with
his feet on the seat, I placed my hands one either side of him and took his
cock in my mouth while Danny produced some KY jelly and prepared me for
entry.

Chas's cock was delicious and his precum was as sweet as honey.  He was
uncut and his foreskin was quite loose so I could slip the point of my
tongue underneath it.  `Keep doing that and I'll come in no time' he said,
so I eased off and concentrated on taking the whole seven inches into my
mouth and when his cock head rubbed against the entrance to my throat me
moaned so loud that I thought he was going to cum there and then.

`I can't take Chas's whole cock' said Danny `I feel sick when I do, so I
can only take about two inches.'

`Yes,' said Chas, `But man, what you can do with those two inches!'

I soon became aware that Danny was breathing irregularly and so I knew that
he was fairly close to his orgasm.  I looked up at Chas and he smiled down
at me and leaned forward to kiss me.  It started as a simple kiss, but
before long we were both eating tongue and this started Chas's journey to
the point of no return.  Danny burst forth inside me and I could feel his
cum shoot from his cock.  I had seen how much he had cum on the toilet
door, but this did not seem to affect the amount of cum that was now
sloshing around inside me.

Chas started bucking as he tried to warn me that he was about to cum, but
he just could not concentrate on forming the words due to his cock
demanding all his attention.  He came copiously and it tasted almost as
sweet as his precum with just the slightest hint of salt.

Both boys collapsed on the sofa, then noticed my unsatisfied erection.  `I
think you'd better take care of that while I make us all a cup of tea' said
Danny to Chas.

I stood in front of Chas and opened his knees so I could stand in between
them.  He sat up and took me in his mouth and treated me to a delightful
five minutes, and then he let me go, turned round and offered his arse to
me.  Not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth (or a hot youngster in
the arse) I plugged his socket with my precum being more than sufficient to
ease my way in.  `This won't take long' I told him as I could already feel
that delightful tickle away deep inside me which told me that the thick and
creamy stuff was on the way.

I shagged that beautiful little arse, hanging on for as long as I could,
and then experiencing the most amazing orgasm, shooting upwards of eight
loads of cum and leaving me very weak at the knees.  I collapsed on the
sofa and was handed the much-needed cup of tea.

We sat and chatted between us, cocks limp and, in my case, the aftermath of
cum just trickling over my legs until Danny said `Your train's due in ten
minutes, man, perhaps you ought to get dressed.'

`My name's Bob' I said.  `You'd better remember it because there's no doubt
I shall be paying return visits to you.

`I'm coming with you, Bob' said Chas `I'm catching the same train as you.'

We had a quick three-way hug and then got dressed quickly and stood waiting
for the train.  As we pulled out of the station we gave Danny a final wave,
then looked around to find that we were the only passengers in the
compartment.  It was a local train, so there was no corridor and we were
guaranteed not to be disturbed.

Needless to say we could not let the opportunity pass, and as Chas was
fucking me silly an express train going the same way appeared on the next
track and as it slowly overtook us everybody could see what we were up to
so, believe me, we really put a show on for them.

Eventually, unlike the trains in the `Golden Age' of the railway, Chas and
I both ran out of steam!!!!


The Colonel

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