Pulling a Train–by Hayward Hayworth

When I was right out of high school, it was decided mutually by me and my family that I should leave the small Southern Louisiana town I was from and seek my fortune and new cocks in another city. Naturally, the choice was between New York City and Los Angeles. After all, you don’t leave a small Southern town only to go to an equally small and uninteresting Midwestern town. You head for the big-time and, hopefully, the big men! All the best cocks in my hometown had already found their way into my ever-eager mouth or up my always available ass. I really don’t blame my sister for being happy to see me go, because once when he was quite drunk her husband, Eddie Earl, announced to us both that my asshole was a lot tighter and could snap better than her pussy. It was shortly after that she and a couple of her girlfriends came and offered to pay for my transportation and a small nest egg to get out of town and let their men alone. It was time to move on and New York, though I was scared to death, seemed to be the best choice.

My first apartment was located in Jackson Heights, Long Island—a suburb of the Big City. After all, I was still a small town boy only my ideas and my cock were big) and, although I was fascinated with the island of Manhattan, initially I couldn’t afford the sky-high rents there. Of course, later on after discovering the market value of a young, hot and cute ass like mine and parlaying it into donations and abundance in cab fares, signifying the gratitude of older men, I was able to afford only the very best the city had to offer. But in the beginning until I could get my knees on the ground, it would have to be a single apartment in a very family oriented neighborhood and a boring filing clerk job for a travel map service located in one of the underground stores of Radio City Music Hall.

“Rush hour, avoid the rush hour.” That’s what I was told by my motherly landlady when I took the apartment. “Either travel on the trains before seven or after nine-thirty in the mornings and in the evenings before five and after six-thirty to avoid the crush.”

Not knowing any better at the time for about two weeks that’s exactly what I did. Each morning I made it to the elevated train at the 90th street station at six forty-five and rode the practically deserted car of the E train right into the underground station of Radio City, beneath the arcade where I worked at Sven’s Travel Agency. Each evening, I always stayed a little later than all the other employees and caught the train back to Long Island .

To be perfectly honest. I also stayed late to spend more time with Sven, who, along with his birdlike wife, Emma, owned the agency. He was a gorgeous, six foot four, blond Swede and turned me on a lot. I had never known a Swede or any other foreigner for that matter, but I had always heard that they had uncut cocks and, except for pictures, I had never seen one in the flesh. He always wore these low cut shirts, open practically to the navel showing off his mat of curly blond hair thick as a bush, but you couldn’t miss that beneath this hair was a barrel-house chest with great looking pecs. He was also always squeezed into these skintight jeans and judging from the huge bulge aiming down his thigh, his wife certainly should have been happier than she appeared. I kept thinking of how those married men back home had loved what I had to offer them in relieving them from the tedious sex with their wives. Not so with Sven. He didn’t seem to be at all aware of my piercing stares at his crotch.

Being new in town, no friends yet, not knowing how to find sex in the big new town—it was a boring, boring, boring time. To and from work each day, and the only hot activity was fucking my own fist morning, noon and night, dreaming that I was slurping on Sven’s joint.

This is the way it went and I was going out of my gourd. New York City is a city full of beautiful men and I would see them all around, in the shop, in the streets, in the restaurants—but I didn’t know how to say hello.

Then, one morning through a mistake my luck changed. My alarm didn’t go off and when I peeked at the clock from under the covers. I was shocked to see it was almost eight o’clock. I knew I’d be late for work and I was afraid Sven would fire me and I’d never get a chance to eat him. I was really pissed, too, because being so late, I didn’t have the luxury of lying back in bed and doing my morning meat beating.

When I rushed up the stairs to the elevated train stop in Jackson Heights that morning, I understood what my landlady had meant by “the crush.” People seemed to be stacked four deep waiting for the train. Disgruntled and cursing that little clock, that I later blessed, I stepped in the back of the crowd and waited with them for the next train. The only thing that made the wait bearable was the great number of hunky men waiting on the platform for the train with me. I had no idea that many succulent looking heart-throbs lived in Jackson Heights. I thought they all were in Manhattan. I couldn’t help but stare and occasionally I thought I sensed a little longer than usual eye-contact with one or another of them, but then he would divert his glance and get that New York- detached look again.

When the E train finally arrived the crowd surged forward to get on, taking me along with them. For a moment, I almost panicked in the rush of bodies, arms and legs akimbo, pressing against one another. The excitement began for me right at that moment, because before we were even in the train a blond with a pregnant woman shoved his way directly in front of me. I felt my cock pressed up against a pair of firm buns. We all made it into the car, the doors closed and with a slight lurch the train began to make its slow departure from the platform. Everyone seemed to adjust just a bit to the close quarters and settled down for the sardine ride into Manhattan. What used to be a dull, uninteresting forty minute ride was getting ready to become absolute heaven.

My cock was still pressed against that firm ass of the blond number and the gentle moving action of the train was allowing me to slide up and down what I knew was a terrific crack. What was even greater was that through my thin trench-coat, I could feel that behind me someone had their rapidly hardening salami pressed against me! Very cautiously, with a semi-hard I kind of moved my hips forward only a fraction of an inch—about all one could move—and immediately those great buns flexed and squirmed ever so slightly telling me he very definitely wanted my cock buried deep in his ass. I could see the pregnant woman he had his arm around was facing him and they were carrying on a conversation, just as if no one was trying to penetrate his pants and fuck him standing up right there in front of everybody. My movement forward, even though it was slight, encouraged the cock pressing into my ass to press forward, too. I couldn’t believe it! There I was on a New York subway, fully clothed, but part of a delicious sandwich-the middle part, the best place to be!

For a minute or two, that’s how we rode and that’s all that happened, rubbing against the guy in front of me and the guy in back of me rubbing against my ass. The first stop after 90th Street comes pretty fast and as the train pulled into the station, everyone’s bodies seemed to shift again. The train stopped, the doors parted and people poured off. The pregnant woman kissed the blond and pushed out with the rest of them. With one quick movement, as everyone shifted to let on new arrivals, the blond was suddenly facing me, a slight smile on his lips. The doors of the car closed and as the train began to move, I slipped my right hand between us, and to my pleasant surprise I found that his pants were unzipped and what felt like about eight of the thickest inches of cock was hotly pulsating in my firm grip. My zipper was lowered and my own cock suddenly burst forth from its binding and cradled in not one, but two hands! I realized that the man behind me had been the one to reach around and unzip me and now both of them were kneading my cock. One was cupping my balls and slipping several fingers in and out between my thighs while the other hand, obviously loaded with spit, was gently circling the head of my cock, then with a quick movement gripping the shaft and sliding all the way to the base, then slowly back up again.

What was so wildly insane about the whole thing was the fact that the blond facing me was so stoic, and acted as if nothing was happening. I twisted around a bit to glimpse the man in back of me, a dark, Latin type whose face reflected innocence also. I realized that I was doing the same thing. Or at least I hoped I was carrying it off as well as they were. There were no more stops for about ten minutes and I knew I was in for the ride of my life as I felt one of them unbuckling my belt and letting my pants fall slightly below my cock. I bent my legs slightly to keep the pants from falling all the way to the floor and as I did so, the brunette’s hand slipped into my ass crack and with two greased fingers began to gently massage my rosebud. The train gave a couple of lurches and on the first one his fingers withdrew and on the second I felt the head of his cock slip in. I gave a little gasp it was such a wonderful surprise, but he started to pull out. I suppose he thought he had hurt me, but with a quick movement I just backed into that hard cock as far as I could, taking most of it in with the one movement. With a quick push he slipped the rest of his shaft deep into my tight asshole.

I had never experienced such excitement and the added zip, I know, was the thrill of doing what we were doing in public and the danger of being caught. It suddenly dawned on me that most of the passengers near the doors where we were standing were men and by just a little investigation, I found it was practically a gang-bang. Others were fooling around with each other’s cocks, too.

The lights on the subway sometimes blink on and off. One moment, the blond was standing there facing me and we were playing with each other’s cocks, while the Latin behind me slowly plowed in and out of my now wide open asshole. Then the lights blinked off for just a couple of seconds and I felt the blond’s cock slip out of my hand. When the lights came back on, he was gone. A man moved into the space protectively and I felt my cock being drawn into the warmth of the blond’s mouth. He was squatting down in front of me. I was really hot by now and found that along with the movement of the train, I was moving my hips back and forth as quickly as I could, backing into that giant cock and then pushing forward into the oven-mouth of the blond. His tongue was like magic and did wonderful things every time I slid deep into his throat.

The brunette behind me began to thrust harder and faster, with alternating shallow and deep plunges. Each time he would go in, I would tighten my ass’s ruby lips around that rod. He pushed close one last time and I heard him give a deep moan and sigh over the sound of the subway’s wheels. His hot juice was shooting deep inside me. At the very moment he began to cum, I felt my own cock begin to cum like a faucet in the blond’s thirsty mouth.

The train began to slow down, too, pulling into the next subway stop, and now I know why it’s called The Rapid Transit System. Quick as a wink, I felt the brunette pull out of me, the blond pulled my pants up, gave my cock one last kiss as he tucked it in, zipped me up, stood up and wiped the last bit of cum from his lower lip with a flick of his tongue. The train pulled into the station and, as the crowd began to unload, my two loving traveling companions disappeared.

For a moment, I stood there on the loading platform my knees shaking from the sheer excitement of it all. As I started towards the stairs which would lead me to the arcade where the agency was, I wondered if the same thing happened in the evening rush hour. I couldn’t wait to find out and the day seemed to go like molasses as I watched the clock waiting for quitting time. I hardly noticed Sven and his big cock for most of the day, I was so anxious to get to my new play land.

At four fifty-five, I was out of that door and into the crowd heading underground for the E train and what I hoped would be more fun and games. Just as I was approaching the turn-style booth, I glanced over and leaning against the wall just sort of lounging around was this magnificent looking transit worker. He stood there, his fingers tucked into two belt-loops, his yellow transit hardhat pushed back on his head, and a body that wouldn’t wait—the best muscular build I’d seen in a long time. He happened to see me at the very same moment and his eyes flickered with interest. I looked back over my shoulder and he gave me this big grin and slid one of his hands down from his belt-loop and cupped his crotch, giving what looked like a lot of meat a couple of enticing tugs. Hell, I thought, I could do my train number the next day, this was too good a chance to turn down and so I turned around and started back toward him.

My heart sank as he moved away from the wall and began to walk away from me through the crowd. Just when I thought I might have made a mistake, he looked over his shoulder at me and gave his head a quick nod towards a stairway going down to a lower level of the station. There was a small metal sign hung on a chain across the entrance which stated: “MEN AT WORK—DO NOT ENTER—THIS LEVEL CLOSED.” However, he just stepped over the chain and started down the stairs. By the time I got there he had moved down the stairs about eight feet and was turned around looking up at me. I gasped with surprise. He already had his pants unzipped and staring straight up at me was about a ten-inch, uncut cock that I thought was the thickest cock I had ever seen, until I shifted my eyes to another worker standing next to him, just as gorgeous, who was pointing his cock at me, too. Not as long, but thicker. I felt my own cock growing hard and without a second thought I stepped right over the chair and started down the stairs towards them. Two double features in one day was like a dream come true and I had no idea where we were going, but I knew whatever it was it was going to be a ball.

We went down two more levels into what I figured was the bowels of the New York subway station and as I followed them, I opened my own pants and took out my cock which was standing at attention waiting for its next exciting subway adventure. Finally, we reached a level where there was a great deal of repair equipment, obviously where they had been working, and there was an abandoned subway car standing there. By the time I joined them in the car. my knees were like water I was so excited and a bit frightened. They both already were standing there with their pants shoved down and without a word, I knelt down and started working on the one with the shorter but thicker cock. It was exactly what I had wanted, and I took it all in with one movement. From early morning I had wanted to feel a big fat cock in my mouth and this was certainly worth waiting for. While I was sucking on that log, the other guy, the one with the hardhat, reached down and removed my shirt and then began running his big calloused hands over my nipples, pinching them until I would make a small mewing sound of pleasure and pain. The whole time he was also taking that big circumcised cock over my eyes, my nose, and pressing it up against my ear.

There was a sound and for a moment all three of us froze. First there was a shadow and then a brutish looking, but handsome, transit cop stood in the open doorway looking at us. My heart sank for only a split second, until he just smiled and turned around like a guard, protecting the three of us from any other intruders. I unzipped my own pants and began to jerk off while I was still getting my mouth fucked beautifully. I could feel myself being pulled up to a bending position and for the second time in one day I had a big cock shoved up my ever-loving ass. No spit, no Vaseline, no nothing. When a construction worker really wants to fuck you, there are no preliminaries, he justs socks it in. Then the transit cop turned back around and moved behind the guy I was sucking. He was slicking down his cock with spit and he slipped it into the guy’s ass. I reached around and grabbed his big hairy balls as they flopped against the guy’s buns.

I couldn’t believe my good luck. No fucking for so long and then this morning’s great experience. But it had been surpassed by what was going on at the moment. One cock buried in my ass, one buried in my throat and a pair of the cushiest balls I had ever felt bouncing in my hand.

The guy fucking my mouth began to pump faster and faster and with a series of loud yells, his cock began to pulsate what seemed to be a glassful of bittersweet cum in my mouth. There was so much that I thought for a moment I was going to choke on that great gift, but I didn’t move my lapping lips as I didn’t want to miss a drop. It only was seconds later that I began to feel my own self begin to cum and I gave a little moan of anticipation. The worker pulled his cock out of my mouth and quickly bent down to take my load into his mouth, and over his bent back I was given a good look at the transit cop as he was pumping away. After he had drained every drop of my cum load, he straightened up and we were bending over face to face while both our asses were getting the shit fucked out of them. Both the stud with the transit worker hat and the transit cop began to cum at the same time and I began to shoot off all over again, without ever having my cock touched.

After we had detached ourselves from one another, had pulled our clothes back around and were sharing a joint. I found out that the two workers were brothers who had been working together all day and talking a lot of sex talk. They had noticed all the good looking guys who were in the subway station at that hour of the day and knew that their good looks could lure someone down to have a good time. They hadn’t been involved in a threesome since college when one night they had gotten drunk and made it with one of the brother’s English professors. It turns out the transit cop had simply been making his rounds when he had spied the action and had decided it looked like a great scene for him. We had so much fun, we decided to meet the next day at the same time and have another party.

As I reached the top level of the subway again and stepped over the chain again with the “MEN WORKING” sign, I noted that the crowd had thinned out considerably. I had missed the rush hour crowd, but I was exhausted from the wonderful rush I had had anyway.

When I got home I had a quiet dinner and after watching some TV, went right to bed—without even jerking off once over Sven. When I set my clock, I set it for an hour later so that I wouldn’t miss the “crush” the next morning. I never changed the time alarm again.