Date: Sat, 15 Dec 2018 12:48:25 +0000 (UTC)
From: bidaddy5@aol.com
Subject: Granddad Locospotting

Granddad Locospotting

When granddad was a lad he used to be an avid loco spotter, hanging around
a suburban station looking for locos and fantasising about sex,
particularly when there were new graffiti in the station toilets. They were
the original Victorian facilities, as indeed was almost the whole of the
station. Standing on the main line from the nearby city to London and close
to a major marshalling yard, and branches from the docks and to the
coalfields, it was a very busy place. There often wasn't time to wank to a
cum in the stalls in between sightings. Granddad was an avid wanker in
those days, and indeed still is at 78.

On Sundays, however the station was closed, and granddad had to hunt
further afield to get his numbers. Nearby there was a long siding parallel
to the four main tracks, on an embankment, and close to a bridge over a
main road 10 minutes walk from home. There was a bent railing on the
roadside giving access to a rough path up which he could scramble through
the rank nettles and other summer weeds, to walk along the path beside the
track to clock the engines. Most of them were familiar old six wheelers
used on the docks and coal traffic during the week. In the late afternoon
they all had low fires to keep them ready for the early morning, and
simmered, steaming, giving off that heady mix of coal smoke, steam, oil and
hot metal which always turned him on.

It was July, and the temperature had seesawed alarmingly over the
week. Sunday was hot and humid, blazing sun alternating with increasingly
dark thunder clouds. Granddad's had been to church in his new long grey
trousers and nylon shirt. But he was supposed to be playing tennis in the
afternoon, and so had on his duck shorts, tennis shoes and knee length
shorts held up by a garter with a blue flash. His shirt was sticking to his
sweaty skin, and his thighs were clammy, his floppy quiff damp and limp
against his forehead. He was pleased to notice that the sweat had made the
nylon almost transparent over his nipples.

He'd never previously seen a soul on the embankment, so almost jumped out
of his guilty skin when a voice issued from a J37 which he hadn't seen
before, just as he was concentrating on writing the number in his filthy
old notebook.

By a strange coincidence, a familiar face appeared over the cab side. He
recognised with a start his old patrol leader when he had been in the Boy
Scouts. When he last saw him he had been an apprentice plumber, when he had
come to the house with his father. Before that he was their horny young
leader who used to teach granddad and his young friends things they weren't
supposed to know, when camping in various farm fields around the district,
usually in the pouring rain, which meant a lot of time was spent being
bored in smelly damp tents. Not all of the time was boring
however. Granddad remembered with a rush of shame how much he had enjoyed
those early lessons, and the particular smell the then lad had; a mixture
of sweat and something sharp, acidic even, as he came close to his charges
and tried to coax their young organs into life, using hands mostly. He
later realised the acidic fishy smell which made part of the whole heady
mixture was old spunk dried on the Scout's balls and thighs.

The smell was what he remembered from the plumbers' visit; the smell
alerted him to the presence of the lad in the house, and the smell drew him
to watch him work without being seen and to fantasise about his body;
wanking then and often afterwards about the way in which his overalls
outlined his body as he worked under the sink, and up in the high loft.

He must have become a firesetter, on his way to being a fireman, in the
intervening time. Despite the furious blushing which seemed to pervade the
lad's whole body, the curious and welcoming smile which the man in filthy
overalls wore suggested he didn't recognise his former charge. Granddad had
grown a lot, despite still wearing shorts; although down to the knee, and
wide legged, they were still shorts.

Granddad couldn't remember the young man's name, but was not surprised to
see that he was filthy. He had always been unwashed, dishevelled and
somehow dirty, particularly under his nails, and also under his
foreskin. However, then as now, he sported a fashionable hairstyle, held in
shape with plenty of Brylcreem, whose smell was also a part of his
atmosphere. This time it was a teddyboy look with a steep quiff rearing
from his high forehead, and with no doubt a DA.

He asked granddad whether he'd like to come up onto the footplate, and his
answering enthusiastic nod was responded to by a dirty hand reaching down
to catch the lad as he clumsily climbed up the vertical steps. Their hands
met half way up. The man was strong and lifted the lad effortlessly onto
the steel floor, littered with coal dust and coal with some water
pooling. Granddad's hand was now covered in oil and coal dust, and his
tennis shoes were already marked with great black stains.

The firesetter's smell was exactly as he remembered it, but much stronger,
effortlessly dominating the heady mix in the smelly cab. Granddad's cock
got hard immediately, as he quickly reviewed what had happened in the
tents, and sometimes in rain soaked woods, to him and his fellow scouts.

Behind the man on the footplate stood his big old battered bucket, filled
with the implements of his trade, including a long handled instrument, a
pole with a rag on the end, firelighters, dirty rags, a rake, the man's
cap, covered with loco spotters badges, and also, he could just see, a
magazine with what looked an advert for body building on the folded cover.

The firelighter asked if he'd like to see the fire as he trimmed it. and,
opening the firebox door, bent down to show the lad the low burning
fire. Granddad was struck by how yet again the train workers' overalls
always seemed to outline the buttocks of their wearer, whilst loosely
hanging everywhere else. The legs were matted with coal and grease up to
above the knees. He had already registered that this guy liked to wear his
overalls unbuttoned almost to the waist, a style favoured by all the most
sexy railwaymen he'd seen and fantasised about. The lad thought about what
it must be like to work with fire, and wear thick overalls on such a day;
the evidence was streaked all down the big chest and into the dense hairs
around his navel. One of his nipples was uncovered, and seemed impossibly
large, like a small thumb rising from a dark matted forest. The lad's dry
mouth seemed to form the impression of that erect tissue as he swallowed
dryly. The man was pretty well developed, his pecs divided full and hairy,
although Granddad was a head taller than him.

 Here he was on the footplate with a guy who he knew liked sex with younger
lads. His hard on was pushing the front of his duck shorts in an obvious
way, and was not unnoticed by the man, but granddad's embarrassment seemed
to be trumped by his excitement. His breathing was loud and almost
breathless.

The man explained what complicated processes he had done with the fire,
"pricking" it to keep clinker from forming, and how important it was to
keep it just alive during the rest of the day. He moved aside, and, putting
an arm around the lad's waist against his snake head multi striped belt,
firmly positioned him in front of the fire door.  The ex patrol leader's
shirt was turned back right up to above the elbows where his obviously well
developed upper arms swelled the fabric. His lower arms were filthy, and
the lad's shirt, which he had worn to church that morning, was now black
across the front above the belt.

The body smell of the man was almost overwhelming, and he found himself
sagging heavily against him as he was turned and pushed forward to look
into the firebox. The man stood with his legs apart, close against him to
support him as he doubled low to look. Granddad recalls that this was his
first experience of an adult erection against his arse, and the size and
hardness of it was beyond his expectations, even after being invited to
feel his 16 year old next door neighbour's cock up the leg of his
shorts. The heaviness of prick and balls, the heat and smell of the groin
and the hairiness of that Minister's son's thighs were always with him.

The queue of ageing freight engines was next to the fast line from the
north, and just at that moment an express passed in a rush of steam, smoke
and noise, causing the old machine to lurch sideways on its springs, and
filling the cab with smoke, steam and noise.. The lad was gripped hard
around his waist to make sure he didn't fall, and found himself in the
tight clutch of a strong man whose erection was pressed hard between his
buttocks and whose wet bulging chest was covering his back. The hold was
maintained for longer than was necessary after the loco had stabilised, and
the lad could feel that the firelighter's mouth had fastened in the nape of
his sweaty neck for a moment, perhaps imagined. He was immediately
released, and turned to face the man, both of them now panting, and staring
into each other's eyes with smiling intensity.

The lad was aware that his whole body was soaked in sweat, and the
sensation of cold wetness on his left thigh, surprisingly copious
precum. He was also engulfed in the stink of this man's body, and he didn't
care.

Suddenly the 20 year old swung over the footplate and climbed down half way
with his head at the lad's groin level; he signalled for the lad to follow,
and caught him in his arms, holding him curled into his chest, before
stepping to the ground. During that brief moment, powerful fingers briefly
explored the curved buttocks held there, the fabric taut and damp. Was that
imagined too?

The firesetter leapt up onto the footplate and retrieved his bucket,
climbing slowly down and swinging his arse. It was indeed a very well
formed rear, and the overalls, now stretched across the buttocks, contrived
to sharply outline the cleft between them. He paused when his arse was at
the lad's face level and gradually widened his thighs and somehow lifted
his buttocks by arching his spine. He farted loudly and wetly in the lad's
face, and laughed loudly at his joke. The smell was ripe and somehow added
to the excitement of the encounter.

They walked to the next engine; the man smiling encouragingly at the lad,
rubbing his arse with his free hand. He lifted him up straight onto the
running plate with both hands under his armpits, covering his shirt with
more blackness. Granddad scrambled to get up, but was held down in a
sitting position with his legs dangling down.. Bill mounted the first step
and placed his hands on the lad's thighs, sliding them up and under the
wide openings and under his underpants until they held his cock and balls
in a firm grip. He tightened his grip around the lad's ball sack until it
was painful, and then started to wank the rock hard cock, which was viscous
from all the precum of the past minutes. Almost immediately, he
came........came masses, which the man caught in his hand, and then smeared
all over his and the lad's mouths, muttering that he was sure there was a
lot more where that came from. It was true, because Granddad wanked to cum
almost every hour, and more in those days. He was familiar with the dry
feeling when the cum seems not be there...............very pleasurable,
nevertheless. This was not the first time he had been wanked; the station
toilets often had willing lads and old men who played with him,
particularly in the evening. However, the power of the young man was
massive, and his hands were big and strong, and granddad's cock was hard to
bursting.

After coming, his mouth covered with his own cum, which the firesetter
pushed between the lad's lips with his thumb, he slumped forward and found
himself experiencing the first man to man kiss of his life. The guy's mouth
was generous, even fleshy, and almost engulfed the lad's, the taste of his
cum on his and the other's lips was exciting. The force of the kiss was
increasing, gradually widening both their mouths, and they were breathing
each other's panting breath. The man had strong smelling breath to match
his body smell, but the lad didn't mind at all. Suddenly the man's tongue
invaded his mouth, until he felt he would choke, and then thrust into his
throat, at which he gagged, and saliva flew out of his mouth, dripping down
the man's chin.

The man wiped his chin with a dirty and cum soaked hand, and gestured for
the lad to climb into the cab. Jumping down in one go, he came straight
back up with his bucket, He lifted granddad up onto the driver's seat, and
asked him to watch carefully as he attended to the fire. It was almost out,
so after raking the clinker out of it, some work with rags and paraffin was
necessary, and a lighter pole. Between each stage of the work, Bill
approached the lad and kissed him fully on the mouth, standing back to
admire the effect it evidently had. Granddad watched fascinated as the
man's muscled body worked at the fire raising clouds of ash, and then,
after it was well and truly relit, stoking it gently in the four corners of
the firebox. His overalls seemed to part over his shoulders to reveal the
pecs fully and the big nipples, and the muscles in his stomach, the like of
which granddad had only seen in Mr Atlas adverts.

Now he came and stood against the lad, encouraging his smaller hands to
touch and play with his nipples. He taught him to twist them hard, and then
to bite them until he cried out with pain and pleasure. This was
unmanageable, even for a horny lad, and the his cock began to get hard
again. The man bent down, undid his snake head buckle, unbuttoned his fly,
and took his prick wholly into his mouth, his powerful lips massaging the
straining glans, and then the whole shaft, then, as it extended, taking it
right into his throat, developing a sucking motion, which almost felt like
a vacuum, and quickly led to another orgasm; his cum slid out of the man's
mouth and down over his stubble chin dripping onto his chest. Granddad had
learned that massaging the cum into the man's skin and hairs was the next
move.

They walked along the ballast to the next engine, a more powerful more
modern locomotive, quite well cleaned, unlike its begrimed neighbours.

Granddad asked the man his name, and was amazed to realise he recalled that
it was Bill. Bill didn't ask the lad's name, and appeared not to know who
he was; but that was becoming increasingly irrelevant, as Bill signalled
for the lad to climb up ahead of him. Half way up, just as granddad was
reaching for the third step, Bill held him in that position with one leg
raised, and his arse straining against his shorts. He muttered something so
amazingly obscene under his breath that the lad froze, and then felt one
hand reach between his legs and roughly cup his erection and his balls, and
the thumb of the other hand press against the crack between his buttocks
with some force so that the tight seam, weakened by the damp and the
stretching gave under the pressure and the thumb drove in between his
buttocks and, together with his new underpants, which he was proud of, into
his arsehole, causing a short howl of pain to escape the lad's lips.

The thumb then began to thrust in and out of his hole, which felt wet, with
sweat or something other. The other hand was now massaging the lad's
erection, which was caught in his underpants. Granddad remembers the
overwhelming surprise and indeed relief of wanting both these actions to
continue forever. He could now feel that the workman's mouth was working on
his back just above his belt, as he pulled the shirt out of his shorts with
his teeth, and slobbered his saliva from his wet lips all over that part of
his back where the crack between his buttocks begins. All of this caused
the lad to arch his back, too seek to widen his thighs, and to push back
against the invading thumb. Affirmative sounds from Bill suggested this was
approved of.

It had been rapidly darkening during these moments, and suddenly a
simultaneous flash of lightening and a massive crash unleashed a torrential
downpour mixed with hail. The man removed his thumb abruptly, causing
granddad to cry out again, but this time mixed with disappointment. He was
roughly shoved up onto the footplate, and sprawled in the coal dust, and
even some ash, which was rapidly turning to a slurry. He was pulled in
under the cab roof and up on all fours. His shorts were yanked down over
his arse, and his thighs kicked apart. Bill's dirty hands were now
massaging his buttocks roughly and urgently, and obscenities mixed with
admiration flowed from his mouth. The lad found his back arching again, and
his arse seemed to strain upwards as the hands continued their work.

Suddenly he felt a heat against his hole, and dropped his head to the
footplate, as the knob of his fantasies began to probe his wet anus. It
forced hard against his tightened muscles, then harder still, then suddenly
broke through the resistance there and stopped as the big head entered the
lad's body, shuddering with pain and lust. A loud shout, which seemed to
come from his very guts, heralded the sudden invasion of the big bellend..

The rain was now sluicing down over the cab, hammering on the roof in a
deafening cacophony which drowned the lad's cries and those of his master.
As the seemingly enormous meat moved within him, granddad slowly began to
enjoy the amazing feeling as his senses concentrated on the force of the
movement and his whole body responded with nerves and muscles, and the pain
became exciting. His cock quickly subsided, swinging against his now taut
and swollen balls.



Summary of rest

Granddad naked and fucked

Bill naked and fucking

Bill comes deep inside, his knob swelling to what seemed like immense hot
dimensions so that the lad's rectum was straining to contain it; shudders
of excitement at each thrust, then the ultimate; a sensation of the
prickend jetting spurts of hot viscous cum filling his
arse..................his muscles automatically clenching and relaxing to
milk the head of its load. As Bill's big prick subsided and slid heavily
out of the lad's still clenched hole, he quickly rammed a greasy plug of
canvas into the raw cunt.

move to next engine, B1, filthy, Bill carrying naked lad with clothes in
his bucket. As he walks, he brings granddad's erection back to full
attention with his free hand...............precum and spit keep it
lubed.......



The lad is stood, legs apart, leaning on the driver's seat; he can smell
sweat and something darker as his face is pressed to the old
leather.............

He hears Bill's overalls subside onto the cab floor, then the plug is
roughly removed from his arse, and Bill's fingers probe his bum, spooning
the spunk out; he uses all his fingers to make sure the lad is empty, then
stands him up and spins him round so that he can see the naked firelighter
standing with a big cupped hand full of dirty spunk. He kisses granddad
long and hard, and then turns and brings the muck laden hand to the bottom
of his back and tips it all across the crack above his now widened and
pulsing anus. He takes granddad's right hand and encourages him to push the
mucus into his hole..........using three of the lad's fingers. Granddad
finds this amazingly erotic and moans with each thrust of his fingers,
bending them to explore the ridges inside.

Granddad is so hard now he feels as if he would burst, and he doesn't need
any encouragement to approach the outstretched, widened buttocks being
offered to him. The wet greasy hairy hole is clearly exposed, and pulses in
anticipation as the fireman wanks. The lad's knob end is now pushing at the
puckered hole, and suddenly, almost without effort, it disappears into the
other's arse.

There is so much lube there that he almost falls into the hot passage,
marvelling at the first feel of his swollen cock against the rectal walls
which were now pulsing along the whole of his shaft. He felt the head come
up against what felt like a wall. He pushed hard against it, and was
rewarded with shouts of delight from his partner. Later he learned what a G
spot was; now he was working on it innocently and with some effect.

The lad was so excited that he experienced after only a few minutes, a
swelling of the whole member which almost felt as if it would jam in the
man's hole and he slowed his movement, experiencing delicious shivers of
excitement in his whole being, until without warning, he started to pump
spunk with each massive thrust of his tool. His thrusts were echoed by deep
guttural yells from the fireman. He could feel that his cock was still hard
inside the spunk soaked hole, and that as he slowly pulled out and back,
his cum, mixed with his old spunk, was beginning to ooze down the line
running towards the other's cock and balls.

Beside the locomotives,, there was a small creosote covered wooden hut
slung out over the embankment and wasteland below on a rusting steel
structure. Two pipes dropped into the undergrowth. Bill asked granddad to
wait on the footplate of an ancient J36 with a first world war name. It was
amazing the think that this very footplate had been manned by crews in the
warzone. The hut had a telephone pole to the left, and the lad could hear
Bill talking animatedly on the phone to somebody.

After the J36 fuck, they dropped down and went into the hut. It was
stifling, the small open window let in little air. The strong smell of the
creosote was always very sexy for the lad, but there was an overpowering
smell of a dirty toilet, which he assumed was behind a decrepit unpainted
door . There was a small sink, filled with dirty metal dishes and cups, a
gas ring with an old large kettle, two tall stools with dirty red leather
covers, one of which had the stuffing hanging out. The lad had been naked
for some time, Bill was again wearing his overalls, but open right down to
expose his genitals. Both were erect and dripping again. Bill fastened his
voracious mouth on the lad's, who was facing the toilet door. Gradually it
swung open, to reveal a massive red haired naked guy sitting wanking on the
begrimed pedestal, which didn't have a seat. His filthy overalls were
bunched around his boots on the stained floor.

He was still wearing his greasy driver's cap, and granddad recognised him
as one of the drivers who regularly brought massive trains from the docks
with their ten wheeled WD locos to the marshalling yard beside the
station. This particular driver always brought his loco to sit and wait for
further duties opposite the station rather than at the back of the yard. He
had often fantasised about the guy as he hung out of his cab, his cap set
well back on his head, as it was now, sometimes winking at the lads on the
station, often remarking in an obviously lewd way to his fireman about this
or that lad's body..

 His erection was the thickest the lad had seen, like a tin can, with a
deeply cut heavy glans, the whole thing shining with precum and etched with
pumped up veins. Bill, roughly kissed grandad and fiercely turned the lad
and pushed him backwards through the doorway until he was standing between
the huge hairy thighs. He took his mouth away violently, and commented on
what he'd said on the telephone; the other man agreed gruffly but
enthusiastically. His voice shot through the lad making him shudder with
lust, so that without hesitation, he started to lower his arse towards the
thing presented for him, the muscles in his back arched again, his buttocks
parted, and he soon felt the heat of the enormous head wet against his
pulsing hole.

Granddad is fucked and sucks, fire setter is then fucked by granddad, lad
has first experience of a double fuck, his young cock rubbing along the
length of the drive's as the fireman sits on both. both cum all over
driver's body and use it to lube big guy's hole for lad to fuck this time.

Move to another newer clean engine; big guy lies on footplate, Bill sits on
his cock, kissing the driver, and granddad pushes his cock in beside big
guy, double cum in Bill's arse

How to get lad home; shorts, underpants, shirt, socks and shoes retrieved
from bucket, washed in hut, laid out to dry in baking sun, as, lad gets to
cum three more times, wanked, sucked fucking and fucked to reargasm; pledge
to help with firing every Sunday.