The following Sunday I headed off to the steam railway to volunteer.
It was on the south side of town on an old branch line. As a avid train nerd I'd visited loads of times but never thought to volunteer.
I wasn't sure where to go so headed to the station. I spoke with the man in the ticket office and told him I'd come to volunteer. He said they were busy at the moment but when the first steam train left they would have more time. He suggested I have a wander around and come back later.
I asked if John was there and he asked which one. I said the one who works at the signal box. He explained that John worked down the line at the other station but I was in the right place to apply to volunteer.
I was a little disappointed but had a wander around.
The station was immaculately kept with flower boxes full of flowers all along the platform. The station master looked a friendly chap in his uniform and crisp white shirt. All the staff looked smart in their uniforms they smiled and said hello as I wandered around.
I headed down to the engine sheds.
Down here it was all corduroy trousers and donkey jackets, bib-and-brace overalls, flat caps and sturdy boots. "Too good to throw away but not good enough for the wife to let indoors".
The men were, part engineer, part historian, part schoolboy who never grew out of trains.
In short they were lovable anoraks with oil under their fingernails, encyclopaedias in their heads, and a twinkle in their eye when the whistle blows.
The men were all of a type, the sort of men I liked. Women probably wouldn't have found them attractive but I wanted to be surrounded by them and drop to my knees.
I looked around the engine sheds, men were working on an old boiler. Another group of men were arguing about the right shade of maroon for a particular carriage.
Then I noticed the gentleman's toilets and decided to have a mooch. It looked like a staff toilet as it had a black greasy stain on the door where the men had pushed the door open. Maybe there were some dirty magazines on top of the cistern, I had to check.
I went inside and was met with that heavy scent. I don't know why but it always got me hard.
There was one big porcelain urinal with two bays and one cubicle. I looked in the cubicle and was surprised how clean it was, but disappointed when I checked the top of the cistern to find there were no dirty mags.
I heard the outer door open and panicked a bit as I wasn't sure I should be in there. I stood at the urinal and got my cock out which was a bit of a struggle as I was still rock hard.
A big sturdy man came and stood next to me. I could smell the oil and grease on his work clothes. It was the sort of smell that wouldn't wash out of clothes no matter how many times they were washed.
"Alright", he said as he undid his flies.
I looked out the corner of my eye and could see he had big hands and fat fingers. He was the sort of man I dreamed of being groped and manhandled by. His cock was dark and impressive. he let out a sigh and then with a stream like a horse pissed against the porcelain.
For a second or two I imagined him turning towards me and drenching me in his golden nectar.
He'd finished by now and I felt a little embarrassed that I'd stood there all that time and not had a piss.
He walked out and I followed him and headed back through the sheds back to the station.
The man in the ticket office spotted me and said Bill was ready to see me.
Bill introduced himself, we shook hands and then he lead me to an old carriage that had been refurbished into offices.
We chatted, I told him what I did for a living and what skills I had. I mentioned John and how he suggested how I could be his assistant in the signal box. Bill wasn't sure about that. He said new volunteers usually started in a customer facing role. As a platform host or on the catering side.
To be honest I was a little disappointed but Bill went away and said he'd call John and have a word.
He came back 10 minutes later and said working in the signal box was a job for men that had done it professionally. They didn't usually train young volunteers to do the job as they just didn't have time.
My face dropped and Bill could see I was disappointed.
But, he went on...
John said the box needs painting and there is some minor maintenance you could be trusted to do but I would have to do other stuff elsewhere at the station.
I said that I would be happy to do that as well. Bill asked if I could drive. I said I'd past my test but didn't have a car. He said he would take some details and then drive me down to the other station. He said if I liked it after a month they would sort out some uniforms for me.
Bill and I drove down to the other station and John came down to meet us.
John said there was another volunteer in the box today so he had time to show me around and introduce me to the men.
John took me around the station and into the locomotive sheds and introduced me to all the guys. There was a lot of banter one guy asked John if I was his new bitch and John told him to fuck off.
I said to John that I was not good with names and that I wouldn't remember them all. John said not to worry all the men had nicknames anyway.
John took me to one side at the back of one of the sheds and asked where was Glen. I was a little disappointed that he should ask but I told John that Glen had enough of work and didn't want to volunteer at the weekend.
John smiled, "That's okay, I thought you were more responsive"
He paused and looked at me but I wasn't sure what to say.
"You were responsive weren't you", he asked more seriously.
"Yes", I replied with a twinkle in my eye.
"Good, because I want you".
Then suddenly he reached forward grabbed my jeans and pulled them straight down around my ankles along with my pants. He spun me around and pushed me against the shed.
He held me there and fumbled with his zip and got his cock out and pushed it against my ass.
To be honest I was a bit scared.
"Is this what you want you little tease"
I gasped and arched my back pushing my bottom into his groin.
He kissed my neck and told me I was a fucking prick tease.
He spun me around and we kissed, passionately, tongues, everything his rough stubble making my face sore.
He pushed me down to my knees and I took his cock into my mouth. He came within seconds flooding my mouth with his thick gooey semen. He held me there shaking, his breathing heavy until his limp cock slipped from my warm wet mouth.
John held out his hand I took it and stood up. My head was in a spin as if I was d*unk. It was the most intense few minutes of my life but the most fantastic too.
I never imagined something like this would happen. In my head I had imagined a gentle seduction but this was amazing.
John straightened himself up and asked if I was okay. I told him that he'd scared me for a second or two.
He apologised and said that he just had to have me it was driving him mad.
I told him that I was flattered that he wanted me so much.
"Oh gosh yes", he replied, "From the moment you pushed back against me in the signal box".
We walked back to the signal box. He introduced me to Fred the other signalman and he spent the rest of the day explaining all the set up at the station.
I lay in bed that night going over what had happened behind the loco shed.
The feel of the cold air on my butt as John dragged down my jeans. The hardness of his cock against my bottom. The taste and texture of his thick cum in my mouth.
I'm sure at the time John thought I was more experienced than I was. I suppose Glen being with me that day made me brave and a bit reckless.
I learnt a bit of a lesson not to be so brazen. I was lucky that John was a nice man but it could of been so different.  |
, but I was also getting a huge hard-on in my briefs.
John told me to put my foot on the lever frame and pull.
I did as I was told and as I reached forward for the lever my bottom naturally stuck out nestling in John's groin. As I did so he pushed himself into me. It felt like he had a tennis ball in his pants. I looked over at Glen blushing, raised my eyebrows and mouthed ooooh!
Glen frowned and shook his head as if to say what?
I managed to pull the lever with John's help. The he asked if I wanted to tray another. I did, this one he said would be harder as it was further away.
I took hold of the lever and again John came up close and wrapped his arms around me placing his hands over mine. I could feel him pushing his groin into my bottom as he explained the numbered brass dials.
I suppose if I was a little older and more experienced I might of reached around and fondled his cock. It was something I would have done with Glen given the chance.
Next it was Glen's turn although I thought he didn't hold Glen quite as close. But as Glen walked back to me he gave me a look that suggested he did.
I whispered to Glen what John had done and he confirmed that he'd done it to him. I suppose it was nerves but we both giggled.
John looked over and asked if we were okay. We blushed like a couple of girls wondering if he'd heard us discussing him.
Then I saw his cock sticking half way down his leg pushing against the material of his trousers.
"Would you boys like a some tea and biscuits"?, he asked.
Glen said he'd rather have a beer as if we were seasoned drinkers. In reality we struggled to get served in pubs as we looked so young.
John said, "Cant drink on duty, so it will have to be tea".
John made the drink and reset the levers back to how they should be and asked if we'd like another go.
I said yes straight away and jumped up. John asked if I would like some help again and I smiled and said yes please.
This time I pushed back on John's groin and wiggled my bottom. I wanted him to know that I was interested.
Straight away he said, "That's it you've got this".
When he asked if I wanted to do another I said yes.
"I think you're a natural", he smiled.
Then he looked at the clock on the wall and said, "You train will be hear soon I best get you on the platform ready".
I looked at the clock and couldn't believe two hours had passed already. I was so disappointed.
We finished off our teas and ate the biscuits and John led us back along the track to the platform.
He pointed out a poster illuminated by one of the station lights. It was asking for volunteers for the steam railway. John said he volunteered there on Sundays and wondered if either of us fancied volunteering as he needed help in the signal box.
Straight away I said yes. He smiled and said just come along and ask for me and I'll get you signed up.
John walked back to the signal box and Glen asked if I fancied him. "Fuck yes", I replied.
Glen said he was too old for him but I said I liked older men and couldn't wait to meet up with him again. 
