Railroad Stud

blue collar, intergenerational, rural, weed

By Natty Soltesz

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.