Date: Sat, 15 Dec 2018 12:48:25 +0000 (UTC)
From: bidaddy5@aol.com
Subject: St Margaret's

In Edinburgh Saturday for accounting class Queen Street, drinking with
friends at Stafford, took tram to Portobello, always have a permanent hard
on when on tram or bus. Decided to get off at St Margaret's to loco spot,
not having done so for some years.  Use my satchel to disguise cock as I
walk down the hill.

Still commute from Portobello by steam train, often pulled by NB Scotts.
Always interested in footplate crew. Some hot firemen, and one crew both
young, fireman 19 and driver 30, firemen even bigger quiff than mine. They
always look out for me as I wait up near the engine for the train, both
wink. Fireman tall and slim, driver what would now be called a "bear", but
no beard in those days.

Off tram, down into shed, lot changed since last there. Gates open, no
supervisor, everything dirty, particularly engines, and track lined with
debris and ash. Main line still goes right through the whole place.
Talisman when I arrive behind filthy A3, "Coronach"., but loads of diesels
on expresses.

Am wearing grey flannel trousers, Heriot's FP blazer, white nylon shirt,
string vest, FP tie, and underneath new tight slip.....proud..........

Walk straight into yard on north side. Loads of steam still, particularly
V2s and B1s, still my favourites, A couple of A3s across the main
line. Loads of Scotts, J37s, J39s etc.

Not been there long when my favourite crew walk towards me. They wink as
usual, and the driver rubs his crotch.......not bad.....

Suddenly I need a crap. Must have been pie in Stafford.  I know the toilets
at the end of the office block. Only one in shed. As I enter am shocked by
how changed. The L shaped stainless steel urinal now stained and corroded,
the floor soaked. The two stalls still there, but one has no door, and no
wooden seat. The toilet is cracked and stained, and almost blocked with
water, shit and paper.. I enter the one with the door, which has a split
wooden seat. It's also filthy, but not blocked, shit stained all over the
bowl and even down the front of it.  I lock the old dirty green door,
although only one screw on lock; let my crap go with a lot of fart, and
then realise there is no toilet paper. Where the holder was once is a hole;
arrows drawn on wall with legend, "Cock here", and what appear to be tracks
of old congealed semen down the wall from the thing..The whole cubicle is
scrawled with filthy graffiti and the floor awash with urine, soaked paper,
and what appears to be smears of shit.


As I think about how to clean my arse, I start reading the graffiti and
start wanking, loads of precum from tram and now. I hear somebody walk
heavily into the toilet. I freeze. I hear him start to piss noisily into
the trough, then hear him stop pissing and walk into the doorless cubicle.

Immediately a thick short cock appears through the hole. "I know who you
are", he says under his breath, and "I know you want cock". "Wank it boy"
he says. I have never done anything like this in reality............well ,
felt the Minister's son's cock up his shorts..........but I take the slimy
shaft in my fist and begin to wank it in time to my own wanking. It's so
hard and big I almost come immediately, but hold it back with some effort.
I hear boots come into the toilet, but he says "It's OK, it's Angus, he'll
look out for us", and so I continue to wank faster and faster with my heart
pounding. Then he says "Use your mouth boy". This is a fantasy come true
and so I take the strong smelling thing into my mouth. The head is big and
has white grainy stuff under the foreskin. It's strong smelling, but
exciting, and I cum immediately onto the filthy floor, some of it splashing
onto my briefs stretched between my legs.. The smell of this place is
indescribable by the way; old urine, bleach, and a darker shit smell,
including my own of course. I still haven't wiped my arse.

Angus' boots now come into the place, and move to the urinal to my
left. "Lachy's lookin out he says", and only then do I notice that there is
another hole, a bit higher up, on the other side of the stall, and that
Angus' tool is making its appearance. It's long and very hard and has a big
knob end.........I'm beginning to enjoy myself now, and grab it, working on
the precum as I turn and continue to suck the other.

Suddenly, there is a low whistle, and both cocks withdraw. A voice says
Don't move laddie, or we'll report you", and they both leave. A heavy tread
enters, his hand shakes my door, and then he moves next door with a heavy
sigh. I look through the hole and can see trousers being dropped, and big
underpants scrape over a fat soft cock under a big belly, and he balances
on the filthy porcelain and has a long straining crap. I wank the whole
time, and just as he groans for the last time, and the stench of his bowels
fills the space, I cum again, this time shooting over the floor almost to
the door.

As he pulls his pants up, he uses them to clean his arse.

As he leaves, I can hear three sets of boots clatter on the tiles. They
stop outside my door, and then suddenly push the door so that the screw
wrenches out of the door, letting the lock fly to hit the filthy floor
beside me, and the door slams into my space, exposing me with my legs
apart, and cum on the floor, and my cock beginning to rise again.

Three men; Angus is the fireman with the quiff; the short fat cock hanging
out of his overalls belongs to the fat driver, and there is another taller,
bigger guy (Lachlan?). All are fresh from work, filthy, begrimed and
obviously horny.  "Dougy has the door", Angus says, and comes right into
the stall, lifting my off the seat and fastening his mouth on mine, tongue
right down my throat. I had never kissed a guy until that moment, never
mind a hard strong mouth belonging to a guy whose cock was straining
against my belly.

My feet were off the ground, although I was already tall then, and he
turned round in that tight space so that my arse faced outward, and was
immediately slapped and my dirty hole fingered roughly. My virgin arsehole
was being invaded by not just one finger and the pain was something
new. Despite it I could feel my back muscles arch to push my hole onto the
fingers. Somebody commented that my arse would have to be cleaned
out. Another hand reached between my legs and grabbed my now straining
prick and jacked it strongly.

I came again, as Angus sat on the seat and lowered my collapsing form onto
his shoulder. Expert hands removed my shoes, my trousers, and my pants, and
placed them on the cistern behind Angus.

A whistle came again, and Angus whispered "Stand against the fuckin door,
and keep quiet boy; we'll be back". So I did. I was shaking with lust
despite three cums, and the pain in arsehole, and I was totally lost to
whatever came next. I was naked from my waist down, my blazer, nylon shirt
sweaty and see through to me string vest, tie round my
shoulder......vibrating.

Two guys came in and had noisy pisses in front of me. After a while another
came in, and went straight to the doorless cubicle. I watched him through
the hole as he oissed noisily. When he finished he bent down and winked,
but immediately left. I stood there wanking for some time, thinking about
leaving, but then I heard the outside door open, and several pairs of boots
come in.

Then I heard the key in that door turn. Heard a new voice say ""Out of
order" should do it".

I was alone and locked in...... my door was roughly pushed open forcing me
to take my weight on the foul toilet. I turned my head, and there, behind
Hamish the pusher, were six train men, ranging from my Hamish, the fireman,
through Lachlan the cleaner, to the fat driver in his soot darkened white
overalls, and now the tall supervisor in his long coat and homburg who I
recognised from years ago when he was much feared by we spotters. With them
was the accounts clerk with his hair combed over his baldness, and a
greaser whose uniform was matted with dark oil..

Hamish grabbed me by my blazer collar and dragged me on my knees out of the
stall, skidding on the wet dirty floor into the centre. He stuffed his cock
right down my throat and shouted "strip him lads!". I was lifted and held
horizontally, always with Hamish's long thin cock right down in my throat,
so that I gagged and salivated . Gunk ran down my chin and copiously wet
the front of his trousers.

I felt my jacket wrenched from me, but my shirt and tie were left.. Now I
was held between four of the guys, two of whom started to massage my thighs
as they slowly opened them, wider and wider, until I thought I would
split. Just when I started crying for mercy, the sixth put his face between
my thighs and started to lick my crap encrusted arsehole. I had never
experienced such ecstasy........my body writhed, I cried out, my cock was
hard as hell, and my arse strived to lock onto the skilled invasion,
because skilled it was! His long stiff tongue penetrated my hole in such a
way that I almost came again. My cock was pumping precum, I could feel it
way back into my groin...........................and somebody had my cock
in his mouth drinking it, and from time to time commenting on how much I
was making.

Then suddenly, they flexed my thighs closed and bent my whole body so that
my arse was presented as high as possible, then they dropped me onto the
massive hard cock of the driver, lying on the slimy floor in his dirty
overalls, his flies open and his big thick wet cock ready for me. I crashed
straight onto it with a scream as the big head shoved past my
sphincters. Then they started lifting me and dropping me on the impaling
thing.......I loved it immediately..........and started shouting my
appreciation. A filthy hand was clapped over my mouth, and then four
fingers invaded right to the back of my throat so that the saliva coursed
out of my mouth again, down onto my shirt, and onto my cock.

Another hand now pumped my slimy half hard cock, and I came
half-cocked...........yelling and thrashing. I could feel the driver's
thrusts get faster as he lifted his body to meet mine, and then with a
roar, he came into my hole.....................they dropped me and I fell
back across him, and lay there as his cock subsided inside me. I could feel
his cum sliding out of me onto him.

I was lifted and had another cock stuffed into my mouth. The driver got on
all fours, and they slung me over him. I had a cock in my mouth and a cock
in my arse until all had cum.

Then the cleaner brought a broom, and they started to push it into my cum
filled anus, shouting and laughing as I took it.................they pumped
it slowly until I came again, then they stripped me naked and lay me on the
floor and pissed all over me.

The supervisor had a spare set of overalls, which they bundled me into, he
put my clothes into a leather holdall, and gave it to the greaser who
motioned for me to follow him. As I passed the others, they told me I'd
done well, and that they hoped I'd visit again.

We went to the back of the toilet block where there was a small wooden
hut. Inside was a primitive shower. The greaser washed me under the cold
water, and kissed me and wanked me until I spat my last load, my guts
wrenching with the almost dry run.............then he washed me again, and
got me to suck him until he came in my mouth...........then he gently dried
me.

I dressed and went outside to go home. They were all standing at various
points in the yard, smiling and making lewd gestures as I left.

I never went back.