Date: Tue, 3 Sep 2002 21:58:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Arnold Layne <arnoldlayne69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Railroad Stud

Railroad Stud
By:  Arnold Layne and Bacteriaburger

	I was basically fucked.  My landlord had kicked me out for having a
party, a month before I was to move into my new apartment.  I wouldn't have
had a place to stay for all of August, but a friend offered to put me up
after his current roommate moved out.
	That left me homeless for the first week of August.  In desperation
I called my parents up to see if I could stay with them.  As it turned out,
they were going to the beach on vacation for the week, and didn't mind at
all if I stayed at the house.
	As I left the city with most of my belongings piled in the back of
my car, I started to relish the idea of spending the week in the country,
alone in my parent's house.  I had a big bag of some good weed, and some
good books to pass the time.  I'd figured I'd be shit out of luck as far as
getting some dick was concerned; little did I know...

	I got to my house pretty late, my mom had left a key in the
mailbox.  She'd made me some food that I ate eagerly, as I hadn't had a
decent meal in weeks.  They had made up a bed for me and left a note
telling me to feed the cats and have a good time.  I took a shower and
passed out.
	The next day I decided to walk to one of my old spots from high
school and smoke one of the fat joints I had rolled.  The spot is a large,
shelf-like rock that sits right over the edge of a cliff.  The cliff
overlooks a valley with railroad tracks, and the view of the green, rolling
hills beyond is beautiful.  As I lit up the joint a train came in, its
mournful siren floating through the woods.  I puffed and watched it roll
slowly down the tracks.  Then, somewhat suddenly, it screeched to a halt,
and stayed stopped.  I decided to walk down into the valley and see if I
could see what was going on.
	I walked along the brown, rusted cars until I heard some men on the
other side.  I peered in between two cars and glimpsed a man throwing some
rocks into one of the empty freight cars.  He was talking and laughing to
his friend.  He noticed me watching him and I waved to him.
	"How ya doin'?" he asked.
	"Just fine.  How are you?"
	"Couldn't be better," he said, and smiled.  I now had a chance to
appreciate what a good-looking guy he was.  He was a bigger dude, with
short blond hair and a blond goatee.  His body was thick and cut under his
t-shirt, and his smile was friendly and manly.  I climbed between the
railroad cars to meet him.
	"Hi, I'm Nick."
	"Charlie," he said.  "Nice to meet 'ya."  He held out his thick
hand and gave me a firm handshake.  "This here's Ernest," he said, pointing
to his cohort, a skinny man in thick dark glasses.
	"Howdy," Ernest said, and I returned the greeting.  I turned back
to Charlie.
	"So why is the train stopped?"
	"These trains are so old and out of date, they break down all the
time.  Usually in the middle of nowhere, like this.  We're waiting for a
crew to come out and fix it, and hopefully take us home.  For the time
being, though, we just have to wait."
	"Oh, that sucks.  So you guys are just basically stuck out here,
for the time being?"
	"Looks that way," Ernest said.
	"Hey, you got a cigarette?"  Charlie asked me.
	"No tobacco cigarettes."  I slyly said. Charlie took the hint.
	"You wanna go for a walk?" he asked me.
	"Sure," I said.  Charlie called out to Ernest, who was looking at
the engine:
	"Hey buddy, I'm gonna go take a walk for a second, okay?"  Ernest
hollered an affirmation.

	"Do you live far from here?" Charlie asked as we walked up the road
and out of the valley.
	"No, not at all," I said.
	"Well, maybe we ought to go back to your place to smoke that thing,
whaddya say?"
	"Sounds great."  We walked back to my house and made idle
conversation.  I started liking him more.  He was exactly the kind of guy I
was attracted to--confident and manly; laid back, but no slouch.  He was
working on the railroad because he made good money at it, and he enjoyed
driving the trains, through the deep back woods of towns like mine.  I
couldn't help getting infatuated with his smile, which he displayed easily
and often.  His face was handsome, and sincere.  I got the sense that he
knew I was interested in him, and didn't really mind it at all.
	We got back to my house.  I offered him a glass of iced tea and we
sat down at the kitchen table.  I took out the joint and lit it up, Charlie
smiled in anticipation.  As it passed between us I noticed him looking at
me curiously, smiling.
	"What are you looking at me like that for?" I said, being a little
coy.
	"I got a feeling about you," he said, sucking smoke in.
	"Oh yeah?" I said, "What's that?"
	"I think you kind of like me," he said with a grin.
	"Is that so..." I said, starting to get excited by the situation.
I played it cool.
	"So...do you have a girlfriend?" I asked.  Charlie laughed and took
the joint from my hand.
	"Yeah, I have a girlfriend back at home.  Beautiful girl, but such
a bitch.  She hasn't put out for me in over a month."
	"Oh, man, you must be really horny," I said.
	"You know it, man," he said, and smiled at me.
	"What is it?" I asked again, still playing coy.
 	"Why don't you come over here?" Charlie asked.
	I thought he'd never ask.  My heart pumping with sexual excitement,
I got up from my chair and walked in front of him.  He spread his legs a
little and I stood inside them, looking down at his crotch.  Already I
could see his tube fattening underneath his blue jeans.  He watched as I
pressed my palm into his crotch, feeling the thickness of his cock.  "Yeah,
man, that's it," he said.  He unbuttoned his jeans and took his fat cock
out.  It was huge, long, thick and beautiful.  Without hesitation I knelt
down and slid it into my mouth, tasting its warm slickness.  In an instant
Charlie was rock hard and gasping as I slid his hot hog down my throat.  I
guess he was too close, because he suddenly took my head in his hand and
slid me off his prick.  I grabbed on the base of his cock and stared at it.
The head glistened like a pink pearl.
	Charlie looked at me with lust in his eyes.  "I wanna see you," he
said.  I stood up and he slid my shorts down.  My thick, young cock bounced
out.  Charlie seemed to be enthralled.  He grasped the base of my dick in
his hand and stared at it, pulling me closer to his face.  He engulfed it
into his warm mouth, wrapping his wet lips around his teeth and slathering
the underside with his thick tongue.  I didn't know if he had ever done
this before, and I didn't care.  This was real sex, primal and instinctual.
	I couldn't have held on if I'd tried.  I unloaded into his mouth,
shooting thick jets of cum down his throat.  Charlie licked and gulped as I
spasmed, drinking down the first few jets of my hot load.  When I finished
he pulled off my cock and looked up to me.  He stood up and we started
kissing, wrestling each other's hot tongues in our mouths, tasting my cum.
This was unbelievable, and my cock began rising up again.
	I reached down and felt up his pulsing hog.
	"I wanna fuck you," he said, and as soon as the words left his
mouth I realized I wanted it too.  I tightly grasped the head of his cock
and he moaned, leaning in towards me and again sucking my lips into his.
As we made out I started bringing my legs up against his thick, meaty
thighs.  He got the message and pulled me onto him, resting the blunt tip
of his hot cock on my warm anus.  I pulsed it a few times, kissing his dick
with my rosebud.  He was going crazy.  We pulled his shirt off and I felt
up his thickly muscled chest, sucked his chubby nipples.  Precum was
leaking out of his cock like a geyser, slickening my asshole.  I was ready.
I rested my ass onto his dick and felt it stretching me.
	Charlie held his breath in anticipation, holding my thighs tight.
The head popped in, and I gasped in pain and excitement.  Charlie was
nearly crying, and I felt the point of no return pass as more and more of
his fat cock slid into my hot chute.  Soon I felt no pain.
	"God, fuck me," I said, and Charlie groaned his approval.  He
slowly slid out of me, then pierced back in.  It felt incredible.
	He laid me down on the table and rested his sweaty, manly body onto
mine.  My cock was hard as a rock, rubbing against his chest and stomach.
He held up my ankles and we got into a tight rhythm, grunting and thrusting
like an animals.  I felt my cock begin to explode.
	"I'm cumming," I managed to say, and when I said this Charlie began
to loose it as well.  He looked into my eyes with a look of intense pain
and pleasure, and his thick prick began pulsing into my ass.  My cock
pulsed and shot on its own, drenching us with cum.  Charlie held on to me
tightly, his cock buried in my ass, as deep as it could go, panting and
gasping as he came.
	As our orgasms subsided, Charlie lifted off of me a little and
again began kissing me, this time less urgently, lovingly.  Our fuck had
lasted less than ten minutes, but what an intense ten minutes it had been.
As we cleaned up we couldn't help smiling at each other with the glow of
our sexual release.  Charlie grabbed my ass and pulled me into him, running
his thick hand up my chest.
	"Man, I could go for another piece of you again right now."  He
wasn't lying.  I could feel his package swelling against my ass.  But I
pulled away.
	"You need to get back to your train."
	"Yep, suppose I do," he said with reluctance.
	"Let me give you my phone number," I said.  I wrote it down and
handed it to him.  "I'll only be here for the rest of the week," I said.
	"Then I'll call you tonight, after work," Charlie said in his deep
voice, and took my number.  I saw him to the door.
	"See you tonight," he said, and I watched his thick ass as he left,
already dreaming up our next encounter and wondering what the hell I'd done
to have such good luck.

The End

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