Guys Running Trains

“Oh, c’mon man, get off of it! Let’s keep this shit street-real,” I said low and thuggish with a devilish smirk. I was standing right there in front of his sweet face stroking my throbbing hard denim-covered pipe down the side of my bulky thigh. “This is the only reason you even brought your happy-ass out of the house in the first place. Ain’t that right?”

I lunge my pelvis at him and laughed as Rake recoiled into the middle of the bed.

“Might as well go ahead and admit it, partna,” I continued. “We all saw how you took care of our boy Loc. You just wanted to get a taste of it.”

“And as you can see we got plenty of samples for you to try,” said my man Lance with a slight laugh.

Rake sat erect in the middle of the bed and looked around at the roomful of men encircling him with pure fear written across his face. He had no choice. No matter how hard he tried to turn away, he was surrounded by masculine big boy after masculine big boy with things long-snaking around in their jeans.

Shortly after my high school graduation, my running buddies and I spent the latter part of our last summer together discovering if given the chance a lot of the dudes in our old neighborhood would have happily scraped their knees to give each of us head. Of course, for us, their recipients, this was on as a “last” resort when either of us was “desperate” enough to drain our balls. With a crew that usually ran eight or nine deep, ranging in age from eighteen to twenty-six pumped with raging testosterone there was always someone in desperate need. From one of my boys in the dick of a day-long booty drought to some phyne girl putting her pussy on lock for one reason or another, or for the simple guaranteed assurance that nobody could get pregnant while trying to get his nutt, whatever, it didn’t matter much, only the option was out there.

It was my boy Cole that first stumbled across this golden nugget of a secret while pumping iron at the local neighborhood rec center. Tall and handsome, Cole was a coffee-colored black man built out of what seemed like pure solid rock, a reflection of his former quarterback days. It came as no surprise he was often hit on by lovestruck women and queers that wanted him to play a starring role in their sensual fantasies. It was no surprise either when normal guys tried to cop a look every now and again themselves.

From my own personal experiences, I knew that guys overall were curious, trying to figure out if they somehow measure up to the next guy and how so? It did not necessarily mean the guy was gay or something, as much as it had to do with the struggles of the haves and have-nots. Those guys that walked around with a strut in their step like the world was their oyster with confidence and swagger, like yours truly, compared to those that did not. Topped with being naturally big and tall, and in-shape, guys and girls were anxious to find out if everything else was anatomically correct. Couple that with being a handsome guy and a popular athlete, and those like me, being the tallest, most athletic to the most muscular, we often had visitors that “accidently” stumbled into our locker room, from the coaches on the field to the nerds on the debate team.

In the case of Whyte Myke, our token babyface white boy, who wanted so bad to be black it hurt, he was all about sneaking a peek to find out if black was bigger and better.

Cole tried not to put much weight behind Whyte Myke snooping around and checking him out in the changing area, being their boy was obviously curious. There was every reason he should have been, because just like me, Cole had a big floppy dick nestled between two long hanging balls when soft. The only difference between him and me, aside from a slight shift in shape, was that he was cut, and I was not.

At any rate, Cole was ready to let it go as the same old same old. That is until the usual quick glances he got from other people became a full-fledge staring contest with Whyte Myke. Cole was already pumped up and a bit horny, knowing after he put on his clothes, he was going to hook up with some girl that was guaranteed to give him some. But with Whyte Myke standing there with his mouth wide open with drool hanging out, Cole wanted to see what the white boy was crazy enough to do. Cole never thought Whyte Myke would call his bluff and suck his dick.

I think Cole was initially embarrassed he was quite satisfied with Whyte Myke and his head-giving skills. Given my own experience that was to come a few days later, I understood. For a bunch of horny teenagers, we thought we were doing good just by having sex and then bragging to our friends about how good it was. I don’t think it ever occurred to us it could go beyond the scope of that. The boy didn’t just play with some dick with his mouth; he was a vacuum with it milking it for everything it was worth. And when it was about time to cum, there was no need to pull out and jack off, he not only caught it in his mouth but swallowed, too. Something we thought of as a rare bird back then. If that wasn’t enough, Whyte Myke devoted minutes to cleaning dick with his mouth.

It was only after Cole and another one of my friends discovered he was sucking off each other did the two eventually quit him, only for him to start a new trend with me and the other guys in our groups, not knowing about the other. It became a double blow once we also found out it wasn’t even about us. The boy didn’t care if the dick had a name or a face. He just had a thirst for black dick and white cum over his tastebuds.

Obviously, he still remained our go to guy throughout that summer whenever we needed to dump a load, but we soon found out they were just as eager in our own race, right there in our own neighborhood.

After a while, the crew and I were in heaven finding guys that wanted nothing more than to wrap their mouths around our dicks. It started with some of the skinny guys that idolized us as athletes, and then moving on to average and other big guys that wanted to be us. Most were content with only sucking. Others wanted a little bit more.

All indicators pointed to this dude named Scooter being the first one to get his shit packed in. Scooter was a straight-up choir boy sissy that whenever he got one of his prior suck-offs alone he would shamelessly ask to work on the dick again. Scooter wasn’t as good as Whyte Myke, but he was, to his credit, much more enthused. When he got on his knees, he tooted up his butt and slapped it himself. We knew what was up, but we were still getting mad pussy from women to indulge him. Though we did let him know we might be interested somewhere down the line by giving him a pinch on the booty. The unspoken consensus was that if anybody got poked it was going to be that country bumpkin from Wisconsin named Ray-Ray that moved in with his sister and her family to work in the big city. Ray-Ray was cool. He was just slightly off, in the sense he stuck out like a sore thumb from the way he dressed to the way he talked and the way he snooped around the Cut (usually an out of the way area, particularly a small, wooded area somewhere in an urban environment) at night, apparently looking to get into something. And while it was becoming clear we were about to swarm in on Ray-Ray, the first dude in my neighborhood to give it up to me was Macho.

Every neighborhood has one. In the white neighborhood, he might be the bully that robbed a kid of his lunch money and grew up to rob the bank. In our neighborhood, he was the kid that flipped off the teacher and had a second home in in-school suspension. He grew into his full beard and angry-at-the-world snarl he perfected in the mirror in the county jail, terrorized the neighborhood when he got out and was ready to pulverize anybody, he felt didn’t believe he would. I was fortunate enough never to have had a run-in with him or his notoriously violent temper, something I feared and respected, although I slightly dwarfed at his thick build.

I began noticing as I moved through the ranks of sports that my interaction with him, though brief, increased…especially after high school and during my brief stint playing minor league baseball. It hardly drew what I would call a crowd, even though we were a winning team. Nevertheless, Macho was always there in the stands kicking back a tall can of malt liquor and some nachos. Then, after the game, he would trail me back to the old neighborhood without even saying a word as we bus-hopped home. At first, I thought he was gaming to rob me, being I was on the cusp of doing something positive with my life. Much to my surprise, that was never his intent, quite the opposite. Because I was on the verge of breaking out of there, he acted as protection to make sure that no one messed that up. He later confessed he had a soft spot for the game, knowing the stats of me and my teammates and knowing who was primed to go to the pros.

With all this being said, it was hard to turn down a private invitation to his crib. I had no idea what to expect. I was pleasantly surprised though by the luxurious spread of his place. We pretty much sat around and chilled, eating and drinking. Somehow or another we got off on this tangent talking about this girl on television that reminded us of the crown jewel of the neighborhood. Neither one of us got with her, though we reminisced about our many failed attempts, but started talking about our many successful conquests. Many surrounded the same girls with a few of them bring around the same time.

It got me a little heated in a good way, especially when he disclosed, he and his boy had tag-teamed this phyne married woman known to be the “Mrs. Jones” of the neighborhood. The thought of his mannish ass and his pimp-like friend double-fucking her caused me to excuse myself to the bathroom. I barely got my hard dick through the zipper to rub one out before Macho followed me in.

I didn’t have a chance to say a thing. He just came right in with a cheesy grin, and said, “Damn, boy! You carrying some dick ain’t you?” I was still trying my best to find some words when he decided to come on over to me and started massaging my dick with his hands. He did this for a long time massaging the shaft and the balls to the point I was freely breaking precum. He followed up with something that if I wasn’t there to witness I would have never believed. He went down on me. He tried to come off as a bro but had the clumsy enthusiasm of a first timer like Scooter. He didn’t make me cum. Still, he did a great job once he let me start to coach him.

Like I said, the head was cool. But I was getting a weird hankering for some ass. I wasn’t talking about some wet pussy. I was talking about some tight ass. Of course, I was honored he sucked me off, but I was still too scared of him to proposition him like that. My mind was either on taking up Scooter on his offer or as Macho to help me take down Ray-Ray in the Cut. I was already to do this when I looked over at the counter and saw this big ol’ jar of Vaseline. “I bet this was the shit your boy use to slide on in her ass,” I said, referring to his tryst with the married woman from across the way. “I can’t tell you how many assholes this has let me ski in.” I was looking for him to agree so I could proposition him on my plan. But he slipped with this look on his face, asking me if I busted open the ass of some dude. “Shit yeah,” I said in a secure macho bravado that was not my own, acting as if I did it all the time with both guys and girls. Because of his slip up and this small window of opportunity, I told him that people let me do it because it looked promising that not only would I go pro but might be one of the best in the game. And who wouldn’t want to add that to their scorecard? The wheels were churning so loudly in his head I cautiously asked if he wanted to be inducted into my “Hall of Fame.”

Macho went through the usual channels of telling me he never sucked dick before and made me promise not to tell, or bodily harm would come to me and my career, capping it all off by telling me he wasn’t gay. He happened to tell me all this while shucking off his clothes and bending over the sink in front of me. I lubed up my dick and his hole with the petroleum jelly. He bitched and moaned with every centimeter I sunk into his tight puckered hole. I originally thought I was putting a hurting to this thug epitome as I tried to nestle it in. I soon figured out he was just showing out for me. Once I realized this, I simply put the screws to him, ramming the hell out of his ass and leaving it with a huge ball-draining deposit.

It took a couple of decades, before everything needed to be label, that Macho was always a proud masculine bottom with a penchant for beefy manly men on the low, destroying my dreams of being his first. However, up to this date I am the only guy younger than him to get the goods.

With the baddest guy in the neighborhood riding my dick, I figured everybody else would tumble like dominoes. I would be lying if I said that every man gave in. I got my fair share of rejections regularly. Compared to what I got, however, and how I got them, I wasn’t boohooing too badly. Add to that, the ever-growing scrolls of names that my boys were getting it wasn’t that uncommon for some of us to get some everyday after every nutritious meal and accompanying snack and dessert. We thought we were being noble by hemming up one guy at a time believing we were their first for the day. We soon started comparing notes and accepted that these bitches like Scooter and Whyte Myke and Trey and Monkeybread, just to name a few, were just some cum-hungry motherfuckers. We thought, at the time, we were doing big things by stepping up our game by double- and triple-teaming them at the same time. It took us a full minute to realize their demands were supply themselves with as much dick and cum they could swim in it. They were just merely insatiable. Me and the crew decided to strengthen our brotherhood by running trains on these insatiables, not giving a flip if we were heating them up or cooling down their appetite for dick while we made generous donations to the sperm bank that were their eager mouths and willing assess. With multiple overflows being wiped into their hair and across their faces, backs, and bruised asses, or wherever there wasn’t a ribbon or a dollop of cum splattered.

We eventually began to decide with the endless supply of men we had there was no need to only run trains, or gangbang, the Insatiables. We needed to run trains on the other ninety-five percent. The pending brick wall that we ran into was that, unlike the Insatiables, most of these men had beef with admitting to working on one dick much less attempt to work on more than that. The other factor that came into play was that these were guys from our neighborhood. If they were to be trained it would be by guys in the neighborhood that would pull their ho card whenever they could because the law of our land, if it was that easy to get it’ll always be easy to take, whether he’s up to it or not.

In our defense, we tried to be straight-up with these guys. We had a couple of guys to bite like Tide and QT, but for the most part everyone shied away from our proposition. Even those we were sure were game and just needed a little convincing. To remedy the situation, we took a back-to-basics approach, letting the guy know his secret was safe. Although a lot of stuff went down in The Cut, a strong number of guys found comfort behind four walls to do what they do best. Let’s say if he lived in a crowded place and I took him back home with me, I would get him alone in my room while I had the gang in another room or coming in through the open back door undetected. Or if I was lucky to find him home alone, I would have friends that would slowly drop on by until there was a houseful of men. Either way, the scenario went down with the same intent of trying to turn him out. We weren’t the kind to pounce on the unsuspecting fuck, we wanted to see if we could chip away at him and hope he might cave in.

There were only a handful of guys that were ready to fight there way out of the situation, even if they were visibly turned on. They didn’t know it, at the time, but it wasn’t that deep at all. Some, after some time, changed their minds and lowered the number of dudes. There were even a small group of guys that felt intimidated into it. Between them, they split into several smaller groups. There were those that let us fuck but never got into it. There were those that took some time getting warmed up around the third or fourth dick before throwing it back like a pro. Then there were those that vowed only to give head.

But it was the majority that surprised me. When we came to many of them straight up with the idea, the consensus was hell no. The moment it was put under their noses, they groaned in pure fear yet fascinated and turned on by the raw masculinity surrounding them, eased into the idea of being used by burly men, taking care of a sea of penises better than many of the Insatiables. It went without question, of course, that once some of these guys got the full grasp of how they let loose, many of them tried reclaiming their manhood by being a top next go around.

Even though some of us had the time of our lives talking guys into submission. It wasn’t even about getting a nutt after some time. It was about our fraternal bond, showing off our bravado and stamina and picking up a few tricks along the way. Because of this, we knew there was this unwritten and unspoken rule that some men were off limits, including those that were in our private stash.

Most of the guys in our cliques kept a guy or two they messed around with out of the fray, for one reason or another. Some of us were foolish to consider ourselves in love, making a strong distinction between those we humped that we marked as our own. The other half never laid claimed to being in love, but selfishly kept certain people out of our clutches.

The one that took the cake was this dude we called Rake. Rake was a smart dude that was always coming up with some successful scheme to make money. One of which was to rake folk’s yards (hence the name). Aside from being incredibly smart, Rake was also incredibly good-looking with his caramel skin with hair and eyes to match. In our book, as it went to our crazy phrase, he was handsome pretty. Handsome for a man, too damn pretty for a fuck but you will. As things went, Rake was an overall tease that was later claimed by my prison-muscled boy Blaque for his private stash. Word soon came out on the line he was secretly messing around with Loc, a stout muscular guy who thought Rake was only in his private stash. Once shit hit the fan, Blaque and Loc started going at it. Being the only one big enough to single-handedly split the two up, I suggested that his phyne ass be shared by everyone.

I devised a plan where both Blaque and Loc confronted Rake, and “sweet-talked” him into sucking them both off. While Blaque and Loc were both getting their “apologies”, I was sneaking a larger-than-usual crowd of guys through the back door, busting in right when the two of them were busting their nuts.

“Don’t be looking all sour-faced now,” I said defensively to Rake, running away from the denim-covered penises that surrounded him on the bed. “Where was all that disgust when you were just serving up my homeboys?”

“Yeah, mofo, kind of hard to be high and mighty with cum running off the side of your face,” Ray-Ray added.

Rake was a smart boy. He needed no explanation of why we were there and what was expected to go down.

I knew, because of this, he wasn’t going to put up much protest. Like I said before, he was handsome pretty, and more often than not dudes boldly approached those kinds of men. The intent was not always blatantly implied. It was just there in the waves and undertows of the flirtation. And since he tempted not one but two well-known guys he was in deep shit. Even if he convinced us not to go through with it, there was no way he could escape a beat down. Then, too, he would have to watch his back where he went because sooner or later someone was going to help themselves to his ass before the whole block decided it wanted in too. The only difference, if done that way, it would be relentless. If it was done my way, he might be tagged as a ho, but as the group in our neighborhood would see it, the betrayal would be forgiven.

“Well, shit, you got a point,” Rake said with an heir of cockiness. “Let me finish up with Lock and Blaque first, then let me holler at Cole, Vice, Monster and Lance before we get this party started right.”

Rake looked at us and smiled.

I flashed a smile back once I caught wind of what he was up to.

“Alright, everybody else clear out, we got some business to take care of.” I said, listening to the groans and swears of about fifteen or so men exiting the room.

I knew Rake was smart, but he was teetering on the edge of being an evil genius. Not only did he want to start off with a low number, but he also had the sense to keep the heavy-hitters behind. Each and every one of us had big swimming dicks we knew how to use. There were many others in the mixed that were packing as well, some even more than us. The problem with them was they really didn’t know how to use their equipment. They thought fucking was an arms race. On the flip side, there were those that had average or unique-looking dicks from skinny and long to short and beer-can fat that knew how to fuck yet wasn’t blessed with the overall package. But to keep us behind meant he wanted to get stretched out before every Tom Hairy Dick filled him with cum.

“I’m starting to think you planned this out,” Loc said with his finger and thumb stroking his goatee.

“A little bit,” Rake admitted moving back towards the edge of the bed. “Originally, I just wanted your selfish ass. When you put it out there you were just looking for places to bury your bone, I bounced. That was when your boy was trying to put me on. After Blaque did that then you started sniffing around and I got caught up. I was ready to leave the two of you in the dust when I found out about your whole fuck brigade. I figure if I got caught before I headed off to Duke, at least I would go out with a bang.”

“You definitely will do that.” Lance laughed again.

“Enough with the history lesson, time for a second helping.” Blaque said gripping his fat dick in one hand and trying to bring Rake closer to it with the other.

“Open up,” Monster, a sizeable black man in his own right with smooth and ultra cut muscles, egged on.

“Open wide for this big surprise!” Blaque said.

The room watched anxiously as Rake chewed on that piece of meat like it was the best thing he ever had in his mouth.

He sucked Blaque off for about a good five minutes before Loc moved his head over to his crotch. Blaque pretty much let Rake do all the work. Loc decided he was going to fuck his mouth hard. Loc wasn’t so much rough with it as it was much more deliberate.

The four of us that hadn’t been sucked off began shucking off our clothes and getting into position, making sure we had the lube on standby just in case.

Rake pretty much went back and forth between Loc and Blaque occasionally getting our dicks wet in between. By the time I was able to get some true face time with him, Blaque had him on all four playing with his hole. Rake was moaning hard, with the sounds vibrating against my dick while trying to eye the glistening dicks being stroked into a tight half circle.

“I think this handsome fuck likes dick.” I joked, distracting Rake from Blaque pushing his lubed dick into his ass.

With one good thrust, Blaque drove that dick down to the hilt. I was afraid I might have to fight Rake if he accidentally tried to bite off my dick. But Rake took it like a champ, becoming more vigorous in sucking me off.

“I think the dude loves some dick.” Monster said, trying to signal me to move out of the way.

Eventually, I did.

As I pulled out, Rake eagerly swallowed it. And that was not easy feat for the most trained of dick-wetters. At half staff Monster was easily eleven inches soft. Rake must have known what it took to get him to stand at attention so fast. Monster began showing his appreciation by manhandling the back of Rake’s dark brown head, easing his handsome pretty-ass face into his wide brawny lap. It was quite interesting looking at Rake like that, with a thick dick poking out of his straightened throat, trying not to gag and failing miserably at it.

“Suck that shit, punk!” Monster hissed.

Monster let go of his head. Instead of retreating, Rake tried it again able to get even more of Monster in his mouth. It was so hot watching Rake suck him off so frantically, like his life depended on it that neither Cole nor Lance even bother to wedge their way in on the action.

“Yeah, suck that dick, punk,” Monster panted and sucking his teeth before, “oh, damn!”

It took us a second for us to figure out Monster had blasted a nutt off in his mouth. The way Rake steadily cleaned him off, the way he was still sucking him off, we would have never known anything if it hadn’t been for sputtering heaves.

Lance caught on first, pushing Monster out of the way and forced Rake onto his crotch. Rake wasn’t nearly as eager to take care of Lance as he was Monster and I. Lance didn’t really give a shit one way or another ordering Rake to lick his balls and back again, with Cole slapping the sides of his flesh-sucking face with his dick.

“Damn, man, you really do know how to work the meat off of a dinosaur bone.” Cole rumbled moments later against the backdrop of Rake loudly slurping his own skin.

“If you think that’s good, get a load off of his ultra grip ass!” Blaque offered.

He was still back there hammering into him like a fool against Rake. Every inch of him was dripping with pouring sweat, grunting and groaning about how that piece of handsome pretty ass was his, probably never working so hard a day in his life.

“This here is about to make me loose it, man,” Blaque said sinking his dick into him. “I’m going to bust that pussy wide open with this nutt!”

Blaque dug his fingers into Rake, and with a few hard strokes let loose in his ass. Obviously, it was too much for Cole as he blasted off in his mouth with Lance pulling out and busting a nutt right in his face.

I laughed aloud, missing my turn to get back in on the action as Loc replaced Blaque and Monster replaced Cole. I moved back to where Loc was filling Rake up to the hilt with every hard stroke, letting him know he was just as committed to screwing him as he was trying to screw with the friendship Blaque and Loc.

Loc definitely put the screws to him going from power-fucking Rake to doing some super-duper power-fucking that made me question whether he was part machine. Keep in mind he did this all the while Cole got sucked off, Blaque got cleaned up, and Monster knowing I was behind Lock went again.

For a while I thought I would never get a crack at Rake’s ass, splattering my dick with several makeshift lubes scattered across the room because I knew the way Loc was going at it, he was on the verge of fucking him dry. Loc eventually came. But he screeched it out as loudly, I was already humping Rake a good while by the time sound popped back into my ears. Usually, I was a beast with it, up there with Blaque and Loc, thinking of a piece of ass as nothing more than a vessel to service my dick. It threw those that thought they knew me well off when I flipped Rake on his back, lifted his legs and started putting a slow burn on him with my slow fucking. I hadn’t gone soft by any means. I had foresight on my side, knowing there were soon going to be a room littered with men trying to outdo the other by putting the screws to him, or at least perpetrated hard as if they did. Why not give Rake something to remember other than a sore ass? I probably stayed inside of Rake just as long as Loc, if not longer before ultimately losing my battle to orgasm. Where I went long and strong, Cole made up for gentleness by humorously bucking Rake like he was taking on a wild bronco, making him shoot almost instantly.

Monster went after that, then Lance.

I decided to give Rake a two-minute break, knowing that on the other side of that door was vultures eager to leave their mark.

We opened up the room to the rest of the guys. When one guy finished with his ass, there was always another guy shoving him out of the way and taking his turn. The line moved so steadily it became one big blur of men climbing off his back and later using his mouth to clean themselves up. And with cum steadily gushing out of his ass, Rake was quite busy lapping up cum from the countless dicks that stretched out his hole. This continued next to four hours with Rake showing his like or dislike with the guy by either throwing it back stroke for stroke or lying there taking it like a beached fish.

After what was supposed to have been the last man, I couldn’t resist adding my load one more time. Above anything else, I was turned on by the relatively medium-skinned black man’s ass turning beat red. I started slow dicking him again, listening to him tell me that even with all the dick he took and the slimy mess I was swimming in, that it still felt good to him, like home. It was enough to send me over the edge to cap off our day.

At the time, unbeknownst to us, Rake would be our grand finale of the summer season before everyone began parting ways. We fought hard to keep our new favorite pastime going, but with most of the neighborhood being tapped and everybody wanting to become a willing participant before going off to college or trade school, it took the fun out of coaxing some to give it up to a room full of men.

While libidos still ran high for those wanting on their ticket to get out, it wasn’t uncommon for us to get a threesome or a foursome going. The biggest party we were able to get going was a seven-man orgy starring two bottoms, with one being this youth pastor that would go on to start one of those mega churches and the other being this budding music producer that would go on to have a successful career.