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I was walking along the railroad tracks one day last week. I was all
alone, with my head down and not feeling too good about myself. My old
man's a tobacco farmer and we live way out here in the sticks - the
foothills of the Appalachians. I tried to silently count my blessings.
At least we're not as poor as most folks in these parts are, Dad making
a pretty good living from the five-acre allotment he has. And it was a
bright sunshiny day where I was...but my spirits were sill as black as
the huge thunderheads I could see building up just over the mountain I
was headed for. I could tell there was gonna be a storm later that day.

I was so damn alone in the world and I was feeling as low as a snake's
belly. I'd finished high school last year and all my friends had drifted
off from this remote part of the country, lit off for greener pastures.
Nobody with half a mind would stick it out in this neck of the woods.
Clayton had been my favorite friend and the first guy I ever made it
with. He's the one who taught me how to jack off and the first one I
ever shot my load into - my first load. He'd taken his red-haired ass
off to college on a football grant and here I was stuck on this fucking
farm. I hated it!

Anyway, I was just moseying along, thinking about old Clayton and all
the good times we had, talking little steps on the shiny, bright rails.
I had a boner about a mile long and was wishing there was somebody like
Clayton that I could cornhole like I used to do. There aren't too many
folks who live around here and the hills were all silent around me. It
was Springtime and I could hear all the birds all twittering and singing
in the fresh, green trees...mating calls, calls for frolicking sex
rising like the sap in the trees.

I hadn't gotten my own sap off for a couple of days and I was as horny
as a colt. My old lady caught me whacking off in the outhouse a month
before and was keeping a sharp eye out to catch me again. Mom's a born
again Baptist and real uptight about that stuff, says it's "a sin". I
don't know anything about that, but if it is, I bet the good Lord never
tried it or it wouldn't be. Those were the kinds of things I was tinking
on that day. I was a mile from home, just coming up to the tunnel the
railroad tracks run through before shooting out the other end onto this
big bridge that crosses a deep gorge on the other side. Not too many
trains come through here anymore so I didn't think too much about it
when I entered the dark tunnel. There was just a round circle of light
at the other end to guide me.

I was about what I reckoned was half the way in when I heard the loud
horn of a train coming towards me. Shit! My cock sure wilted then. I
couldn't decide whether I should try and run back or make it the end of
the tunnel and jump into this little creek that dumps off into the
gorge. The longer I stood there frozen like a damn rabbit, the worse my
situation got. Finally, I figured I'd take the chance and flew like a
bat outta hell for the opening ahead of me. I damn sure didn't want to
get caught i that narrow tunnel when the train came flying in.

The rails were shaking under my feed as I sprinted for the entrance. I
could see the train coming onto the bridge across the gorge, and getting
nearer all the while. My heart was pumping like a lathered up mule when
I made it to the mouth of the man-made cave. I could feel the wind slam
past my back when the train whooshed past as I was jumping into the
little freshet of water we call Panther Creek. I landed in the water and
could hear the heavy frieght rumbling overhead, roaring on for
Louisville like the very dickens. I was shaking at my close escape.

The water was cold as a witch's tit and soaked right through my tennis
shoes, wetting the bottom half of my overalls. Glad I didn't shit in my
pants because, as I looked around me in the suddenly very quiet little
woods, I glanced up under the trestle and saw a real cute guy. He was
taking a leak down the slope that dropped off into the canyon. He had a
monster honker on him. His piss was spraying out about eight feet from
him, near as I could tell. And thick! He was pissing like a horse, and I
could hear it splashing against a rock, like he was a big stallion.

I guess the sound of the train had covered up the noise I made when I
hit the stream because he didn't see me at all. He just stood there
holding that giant slab of cock in his hand and milking it off as he
finished peeing. He flipped that monster up and down a few times then
shoved it back up the leg of the khaki shorts he was wearing. Looked
like he didn't have on any underwear, as easy as it went in.

I wasn't wearing any drawers under my coveralls, either and my cock was
poking out in front of me again like I had a baseball bat stuck between
my legs. He was really hot. I said he was "cute" but it was more like he
was manly and handsome in a rough and country way - butch as hell. I
could tell by the way he sauntered back up under the railroad trestle to
this little pile of clothes he had up there. It looked like he'd been
there for quite awhile. There was smoke dust all over the roof of the
concrete wedge where he went and stretched out against a big boulder
back up under there. That soot stain was nearly as black as his long
curly hair.

I came out of the water real slow like. I didn't want him to see me and
thought that maybe I'd just watch him for a while, maybe jack off below
this low rise where I was standing. I could duck behind it if he started
looking over in this direction. He picked up a magazine and started
reading it. I couldn't tell what it was, but I could see some skin on
the cover when he bent back.

He was turning the pages kind of slow-like, not reading but more like he
was looking at pictures. Pretty soon, he reached down between his spread
out legs and hoisted that big cock back out of the leg of his shorts.
Goddamn! I caught me breath when I saw how hard the damn thing was! He
had a roaring old boner in his hand and he commenced stroking on it with
this right hand, using the left to turn the pages.

I sneaked my own hand down inside my overalls, and grabbed a handful of
my fat prick, nowhere as huge has the guy I was watching, but "big
enough" as Clayton used to tell me. Man, I coouldn't believe my luck:
here I was, hot and horny as hell and getting the chance to watch
another dude jack off while I was doing the same. That had always been a
turn on for me anyway, so I started fisting my meaty prick.

The guy kept turning the pages of this one magazine and then he picked
up another from a stack lying on the army blanket beside him. I got
really hot when he held it up to his face and I could see it was a fuck
book, with a naked guy on the cover. He turned the pages of his
dog-eared skin rag quicker - he was shafting that big piece of gristle
pretty darn fast now. I started doing the same. He laid the book down
beside him and turned on his side, facing me. Now I really had a good
look at that gigantic tool of his!

He reached down with his other hand and hauled out a pair of beefy
balls, real hairy and hanging in their ballsac, jerking a little as he
beat off. He was making me so hot that I forgot I was supposed to be
hiding and cleared my throat with a little cough. He looked up at the
sound and straight into my eyes. I got kinda scared that he would stop
his pud and yell at me to leave him alone.

But he didn't - just kept right on stroking that slab of cock like he
didn't care if I was watching him or not. He could probably see my
sholders jerking from my arm that was still stuck down my drawers,
pumping my meat. He smiled at me then - the cutest damn smile I'd seen
in a month of Sundays - and motioned with one hand for me to come
closer. A team of mules couldn't have held me back.

I came up the little rise I'd been hiding behind and ambled over toward
him, my cock still sticking out a country mile. The closer I came, the
more good looking he got. He had a real he-man face and his chest was
muscular and hairy. He still had his cock hanging out of his shorts but
he'd stopped fisting on it and he was reasting his upper torso on a pair
of beefy arms. He lay back down on the army blanket, naked as a jaybird,
his big old cock just arching up to above his belly button. I stood and
stared down at him with my pole jutting out to its full seven inches.
His must've had a good ten inches and it was dripping dick-snot onto his
washboard belly.

His big old rosy crown was uncut too, precum seeping out of the puckered
folds of flesh, the longest foreskin I'd ever seen. His black-haired
belly was glistened with the darned stuff. I lay down next to him, and
he grabbed ahold of my quivering body and pressed me to him in a
full-body bearhug. Damn, but he was hot! He put his full, wet lips next
to my ear.

"What dio you like to do, kid?" he whispered. Shit, I was so fucking
hot, I woulda done anything he liked.

He commenced to kissing on me and deep-tonguing into my mouth, really
getting that long piece of mouth-meat down my gullet. I swallowed and
sucked on it like a starving old dog. I could feel his pumped up cock
digging into my skinny belly, could feel him still lubing on me. I
pushed and ground my hips against his sweaty skin harder. He was running
those big palms of his all over my smooth, young back and driving me
into a frenzy of lust. I felt near to cumming just eating on his tongue
that way.

His hand kneaded and squeezed on my asscheeks, pulling those dimpled
little globes of mine tighter to his groin. Suddenly, he let off
tonguing me and held his head back, looking at me the longest time,
almost makine me feel afraid again.

"My name's Kevin," he said with a wicked little smile that sent shivers
up and down my spine. "What's yours?"

"Billy," I told him.
"You like cock, huh, Billy?"
"I sure like yours," I said, grabbing hold of his joint to show him how
much.
"Why don't you suck me off, Billy?" he said in that sexy voice, not
really making a question out of it. There wasnt anything more I wanted
in the world right now than to get that juicy meat into my mouth.

"Yeah!" I said, falling on top of him. I nubbled on his neck and then
down over his massive, hairy pecs, tongued and licked on his tightened
up nipples. I slobbered my way down to his monster cock and tried to get
the head in my mouth. It was all I could do to stretch my lips wide open
and get the leaking thing inside. Kevin groaned wit pleasure when I did.

I tasted his milky precum and it was as sweet as clover honey. He had a
good, spunky taste to his thick cock and I gobbled my way down the
shaft, feeling it pulse and jerk in my mouth.

"C'mon, man, eat me...eat me," I heard him moan. "Get all my bug cock
down your hot little throat - that's it. Go for it, you can do it, you
can do it, that's it, take my meat, man." I gagged his fuck-stick to the
back of my throat and swallowed him all the way to the balls. His fleshy
foreskin slid up and down his rigid, blood-filled cock as I ate him up
and down.

He put both huge palms on either side of my bobbing head and guided me
in slow strokes. I felt like I was gonna cum jut tasting his
hammer-headed man-meat in my mouth. All of a sudden, he started to jerk
his hips up and down and I felt his cock swelling even more, I grabbed
his giant balls like hot tomatoesin the sun and squeezed on them; they
felt like rolling eggs in boiling water. He pulled my head off him real
quick-like then.

"I wanna make it last. C'mere," he said. He manhandled me around and I
squirmed my butt up to his face, my flaming cock ready to explode as he
tooke me into his miuth. He sucked me right up to the balls straight
away and I felt my cream churning in my nuts. I face-fucked Kevin and
went back to slobbering and drooling all over his spit-slick dick. I ran
my burning lips up and down the underside of his jerking cock and let
his thick piss-tube slide between my feverish lips. He was huncing his
cock against my face and I ate at the throbbing thing like I was
starving.

Kevin started flexing his hip muscles and pumping his meat againsy my
slimy face, his dripping precum making me even slimier. I slid my wet
face down to his balls and started licking and slobbering on them, took
them into my mouth one at a time and glommed them around. We were
clinging onto each other's asses like we wanted to be one person. With
his moth working on my pole, I felt electricity shoot all up and down my
spine and there was a churning in my balls like hot lava ready to erupt.

Kevin pulled off my cock real fast and drew my head back up to his. We
kissed real sloppy and long.

"I wanna eat your ass, baby, get it ready for me," he said. He turned me
over on my belly and lay on top of me. I felt my busting dick digging
into the rough blanket and I knew I was gonna unload any minute. He
started licking and tonguing his way down my backside, washed all over
both of my buttcheeks, licked up between my legs and into the cleavage
of my ass-crack. He drove me half-crazy when he stuck his tongue inside
of me, gnawing and really chewing on my bung-hole.

He was spearing me with that long tongue of his, driving it into my guts
and acting like heg was gonna eat me alive. His tongue pulled out as I
was moaning and groaning with ecstasy, rolling my head from side to
side.

"I'm gonna fuck you, Billy," he said roughly. Now I didn't know that was
gonna be possible, considering the size of Kevin's cock. I'd only been
fucked once in my life and that had been with Clayton who was a helluva
lot smaller than this guy. But to tell you the truth, my asshole was
twitching for him to ram that log-pole up me. He'd gotten me so hot by
eating out my ass that I was shivering with desire for him to just plow
his fuck-pole up my butt.

I twisted my head around and watched him sit back on his heels. He took
that heavy fucker of his and spit on his hands then greased it up and
down. God, but I was scared.

"C'mon, Billy, just relax," he said throatily. "I won't hurt you, I
promise". But he did! He put that monster cockhead up to just the tip of
my puckerstring and moved it around a little, getting my already
well-slobbered hole even wetter. I felt the pain before he got the
apple-sized crown inside, and rested it there.

"Easy baby, easy baby, you can take it," he said. He put one arm around
my heaving belly and hugged me real tight, "to cushion you against the
pain," he said. He did too. Kevin held onto me so tight I couldn't get
my breath and slit that big spike deeper, like about halfway. I was
groaning and damn near sobbing but he waited for it to stop hurting me
before he speared me to the guts.

I'd pushed back onto his bulding cock and signaled I was ready for it.
And boy, did it feel good! He began hunching his meat up my fuck-chute
in slow and easy strokes, every thrust he made going deeper than the
last. My asshole felt like it was on fire and flames were shooting
through me more intense than the pain had ever been. I was getting the
fuck of my life! Kevin was hugging onto my scrawny waist and breathing
heavy words wetly into my ear.

"Oh yeah, such as good tight boy-ass baby, a real fuck-boy ass. You like
that cock inside, don't you boy? Don't You?"
"Yes!" I groaned, and I really meant it.
"Oh yeah...and I like it, too, Billy.
Yeah, boy, take my cock, take my cock up that tight hole! Get it all
boy, get it, get it!" he went on. He was really ass-slapping his way in
now, giant balls pounding on my butt. I could feel his sweaty body
humping into my very guts, hitting my prostrate and driving me even
crazier with pleasure than Clayton had ever done.

"Sweet, sweet ass," he whimpered. "Such a sweet, delicious little
boy-ass. Take my fuck, Billy, take my fuck. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!"

He went even wilder when I bucked my ass up and knelt on all fours like
a dog in heat. He went into a half-crouch and straddled my skinny frame,
still fucking into me like the bitch I thought I was. He reached around
and took my blood-swollen cock in his big palm and fisted me, matching
his strokes, thrust for thrust of his cock in my ass. He was driving me
over the edge and I felt the cum boiling in my nuts, churning and near
ready to burst outta me.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" I yelled. He fucked faster, slamming and
plunging into my cock-filled hole. I felt like I was impaled on a
fucking baseball bat has he hammered at my bunghole, going for his
cum-shot with a vengeance now. My own fuck-tool was sliding so fast that
I saw stars spinning and it felt like flames were shooting out of my
cock.

That was when it happened. That big storm moved over us and a loud crack
of lightening split the sky and a heavy burst of thunder stunned us from
up above. He started unloading into me as the rain began to fall. I
could feel his flushing balls before he raised his head back and yelled,
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Take it, kid, take my cum, take my load!" He
shot burst after burst of man-seed up my fuck-chute. I felt every
delicious spurt as he milked himself off deep inside of me.

I started spewing too. Thick and long ropes of jism came flying up my
cumtube and sprayed out onto the blanket. My spunk just wouldn't stop
shooting, arching and spasming out of my piss-slit, his jerking fist on
my cock, milking the life outta me.

"That's it, boy! Oh yeah! Look at you, look at that flying jism. Get
your nuts, Billy, get your load off. That's it, sperm it out kid. Cum
boy, cum!"

I dodn't think it was humanly possible for anyone to cum as much as I
did. With that gigantic cock buried up inside my guts, though I just
kept sperming out like I'd been collecting it for years. It felt like
buckets full, the longest orgasm of my young life. When Kevin milked the
last few drops of my cream out and shook my cock so they sprayed around,
he gave me one final hunch up the butt and collapsed atop me.

"Whew!" we said at the same time. And we kissed. He rolled off and out
of me and my asshole felt like it was slamming shut like a barn door. We
lay next to each other for along time after that and talked a little. He
said he'd been staying under here pretty much as long as he'd gotten out
of prison, "released on a bum rap," he said. I promised I'd meet him the
next day as I was shrugging back into my overalls. The storm had passed
over and the rain had slackened to a steady drizzle. He kissed me
good-bye before I left.

Like I said, that was last week and the same day that I met Kevin, my
old man and I went to the post office. While Dad was standing in line to
mail some bills, I was looking halfheartedly at the bulletin board where
they post the names of wanted prisoners and such. There was Kevin's
picture!

I read all of it before I sneaked over and tore it down. He'd escaped
from prison where he'd been serving time for a murder charge. I raced
like hell to get back there the next day but he was gone. And Kevin,
maybe someday, you'll read this and come back to our trysting place
udner the railroad tracks. I'll check it every day from now on.