Stories : Running Train on a Bus – Part 1

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I take the same bus every day to and from work. It was January and blustering winds in Atlanta had the forecasters talking about snow showers. The bus in Midtown was running late and I was freezing, so I headed to the back where you can feel the heat blowing fierce. I sat down between two very good looking and toasty warm black men. One, I thought I recognized the other never had seen before. But, my eyes kept glancing down their winter dressed bodies and the guy on my left was showing a hard lined dick print running down the right leg of his black jeans. He saw me notice it and lick my lips. They felt a little wind chapped, so I grabbed Chap Stick from my pocket and applied it heavy.

The dude on my right pulled up his leather dress coat wearing black leather gloves and started rubbing his hard dick print. I, first thought, I had interrupted their game plan to lure each other into some hot Friday evening sex, but as I realized looking to both sides of me, I might have been their surprised pleasure boy who could suck big dicks.

The 27 drops off at the main hub called Lindbergh Station and my plan was to drop by Sip, a coffee shop, and warm up with a frothy cappuccino and a slice of caramel cake, before I walked a few blocks to my apartment. Good way to start the weekend I thought, but my caffeine and sugar gluttony would have to wait.

As the driver was announcing our arrival at the station, the guy with big hands covered in expensive black leather leaned over to me and said, “Have we met before? You look very familiar to me.” I smiled and replied, “If we haven’t, I wish we had.” While sliding closer to introduce myself, I intentionally brushed my leg against his boner. He looked past me to his friend on the other side and held out his strong hand to make a formal introduction. I shook it and we both spoke our names at the same time. Phil had a sexy deep voice that made him seem older than he was.

I could feel his buddy moving closer to me and his cologne had me turning toward him to enjoy that Issey Miyake kind of scent. He smiled when I spoke and asked him what he was wearing. He said with a seriousness or dismissive way, “I go to a private store and mix my own scents depending on the latest ingredients my friend, Donald, has in stock.”

I made a point of sniffing loudly and said, “I smell a hint of lemon grass and lavender with just a sweet drop of vanilla.”

“My name is Reginald and you have a good nose for scents,” he said standing and adjusting the hard on in his pants. “It’s time to get off this city bus and start our weekend.”

“So, I guess you guys ARE together?” Phil laughed and said, “We have party plans together, but we are not together.” He looked at Reginald and winked as he stood up.

“So, Damien, are you up for partying with us and a few other friends?”

I smiled and said, “Lead the way, Phil.”

We stepped off the bus and a gust of wind chilled my face as I followed them quickly to Sip. Once inside Phil placed his gloved hands on my shoulders and said, “Let me guess you are a steamed cream cappuccino kinda guy, right?”

I smiled a shivering grin and answered, “The hotter the cream the better.”

Reginald headed toward the bathroom and waved for me to follow. “Phil can get our coffee drinks, while I offer you something to warm your insides. You can call me Reggie.” He locked us inside the men’s room and pulled out a flask from his coat pocket. I took a big swig and it was one of my favorites. The Hennessy burned my throat as I watched Reggie unbutton his fly and pull out his gorgeous dick.

“Pass me the flask and get on your knees Damien.”

His dick head was fat. Reggie simultaneously took a swig of Hennessy and pushed his semi-hard meat deep down my throat. I tried not to gag, but he wanted me too. My cognac flavored spit lathered his nine fat inches. After he took a big swig, he looked down at me and said, “Open your mouth cock sucker.”

I did as he spit a bit of Hennessy in my mouth. Fuck, I was turned on and warmed up. He seemed to like the heat my cognac mouth wrapped around his smooth bald dickhead made him feel. I had never sucked a cognac flavored dick before. But it reminded me of my cigar smoking evenings at the Jazz Club when I would drink sweet Grand Marnier and let the smoke of a fat stogie linger in my mouth, before I exhaled it in a straight line out mixing with the sounds of a Marcellus trumpet solo.

Reggie grabbed the back of my head and started face fucking me furiously. He only stopped when a hard knock struck on the bathroom door. I knew it had to be Phil. Reggie let him in without letting me off my knees and his hard dick slapped me in the face. Phil told me to keep working on Reggie’s dick. I licked the fat head and spit on the shaft as Phil slowly peeled off his leather gloves. He started smacking them on his left palm almost in rhythm to my deep throating suction.

Phil spoke again with that deep baritone voice and said, “My friend has been waiting all day to shoot his first load down a greedy, white boy’s throat. But first, I wanna see your ass bare and it better be smooth.”

He pulled me up to my feet and reddened my face by slapping those gloves across my left cheek. Shit, it may be cold outside, but it’s hot in Sip’s bathroom. He released my belt and peeled of my tight jeans, exposing my bare ass. With the look of a mad Daddy, he pushed me over and on to Reggie’s dick. I started sucking deep his fine dick as I felt the first sharp slap of those black leather gloves across my bare ass. Phil stood and watched his friend beat his meat and if I didn’t keep my tongue out and on the fat dickhead, he would slap my ass hard with his gloves.

I was so turned on by this dominant play; I tried to jerk my own dick. But, Phil grabbed my hands and held them behind my back until Reggie skeeted a hot, creamy load on my tongue and face. It seemed like Reggie had saved his load for a day or two because he just kept shooting lots of cum. I had to close my eyes as my lashes and forehead were dripping thick frothy cream.

Phil surprised me by pulling me up to face him and then he kissed me deep. He was taller than me by about 5 inches and I’m six feet even. His long tongue licked my face lapping up his friends cum and then he kissed me deep as we shared the salty taste together. Phil grabbed my ass cheeks like he was inspecting me to see if I had enough fleshy muscle to please him and then he spoke, “You two get yourselves together and meet me at our table. Our coffee drinks are getting cold and I want us to share that huge slice of caramel cake.”

He checked himself in the huge mirror and left the bathroom. Sip was slow this evening; only our table and one other guy on his computer. I sipped on my cappuccino while Phil took the fork and fed me a piece of cake. Reggie didn’t want cake cuz he didn’t need the calories. He was shorter than us, not fat at all, but big boned with meaty muscle. I have a swimmer’s build with tennis legs and a fairly healthy booty for a white boy. Phil was the basketball player build with big hands and long fingers. His greatest quality was that deep voice and just his sexy demeanor.

I stopped eating long enough to ask, “What about this party you mentioned?”

Phil looked at Reggie like I got this and questioned, “How would you like being the submissive for us and seven other guys?”

My dick got hard immediately when he asked and I shook my head yes. Phil fed me another piece of cake and told me to finish my cappuccino. He left the table to call someone on his cell. Reggie said all these guys are cool, but love to play in leather once a month.

“My good friend, Jazz, has made lots of money as a music producer and will be picking us up in his Recreational vehicle that he decked out with a bar, a bedroom, a shower, big screen TV’S and the music will be blasting.”

We left Sip and walked up the street to a large parking lot where the tricked out bus was waiting. Phil grabbed my arms and pulled them behind me handcuffing me like he’s done this many times before. Reggie was barking out instructions to me stating I should not speak to anyone unless spoken to and if I do speak it’s always, “Yes, sir or no sir, or please sir.”

Once on the bus, the smell of leather had me almost hotter than the guys wearing it. Reggie shoved me forward toward the bedroom and each time I passed by one of the men, they inspected me by grabbing my ass or running their hands under my shirt and pinching my nipples. Nobody cared about my dick. After looking at some of the leather jock straps and chains embracing very muscular pecs, I knew my white dick was not going to measure up.

Before Reggie took me into the bedroom, I was poured a shot of Patron which immediately heated up my cheeks red. I forgot and asked for one more shot. Phil took his leather gloves and slapped me hard across the face leaving an even redder mark. Reggie pushed me into the bedroom and closed the door. “Do not speak unless you’re spoken to or things will get really rough for you.”

He started undressing me and Phil came in and unlocked the handcuffs. Reggie told me to get cleaned out really good, and then take a quick shower. “You’ll find plenty of enemas to douche with on the counter. Once you are finished, come and lay on the bed naked, stomach down. We will get you once we are ready.”

The bus started rolling and I had trouble douching with the sudden turns and stops. But, where there is a will there is a way. The shower was nice and warmed me up with the steam trapped in the small bathroom. I dried off and jumped on the round bed that was covered in a plush fabric. My dick got hard immediately just thinking about those hot guys on the other side of the doorway. The music got louder and voices were trying to over speak the great sound system. I must have dozed off for a bit because the next thing I remember is Phil waking me up by handcuffing me again. Then he spread my ass cheeks and spit on my hole. He stuck his long middle finger inside, inspecting me for cleanliness, I guess. I was more than clean because I had not eaten lunch this Friday, so I could leave work early.

Phil pulled me to the edge of the bed with my butt pulled up. I could feel other eyes looking in on me. He moved to my side and forced his long dick into my mouth. Another guy had one of those prodding whips and started smacking my ass hard. When I thought I couldn’t take another lashing, I felt a long tongue push in between my cheeks and start rimming me deep. If I moaned in pleasure, the whip started again. So, I just sucked on Phil’s dick deep until it was replaced with another one. This one was really fat and stretched my lips wide. The guy had very muscular thighs and his balls hung low. He grabbed my head and spit out a demand, “Watch your teeth on my meat, bitch.”

Things started moving fast and I was dog collared with a long chain. Two fellows picked me up off the bed and placed me on all fours on the floor. They led me into the lounge area where I was placed between the bar and the seats. I saw a bottle being poured on my lower back and the booze seeped into my crack, burning my hole. Then three guys started licking the liquor off my back and taking turns eating out my asshole. I wanted to moan but did not want the whip. No such luck, though. Another very tall guy took a black leather covered paddle and started leaving whelps on my smooth, white ass. Tears came to my eyes just as Reggie offered me a hit of a fat blunt. I hit it several times and my head started to spin. I tried to focus on Reggie, but things got really hazy. A few minutes later, I realized it must have been laced with something more powerful than just wacky weed.

I was a bit dizzy when a big hand grabbed me around the dog collar and pulled me up off the floor to standing. The gorgeous guy behind the bar with long dreadlocks pushed another shot my way and said, “You’re going to need this. Your handsome blue eyes are turning red, my man.”

I spoke and said, “Thank you, sir.” He smiled and leaned over the bar deep kissing me, sucking on my tongue. My dick got harder and then he poured me another shot. Phil came up and took me to where the bass was pounding out deep from the speakers. He unlocked my handcuffs and pulled my arms up to a bar crossing the width of the bus. Handcuffed again to this bar, I felt more vulnerable than ever. My backside was facing all the men. Then I felt the horse whip strike my back. I cried out and it lashed me again. I was completely submissive to there every desire. The whip was changed to a large dildo. Someone greased up my hole and started pushing that fat, black dildo inside me opening me up wide.

They rotated between the whip and the dildo longer than I thought I could take. Just as my weight was about to hang to heavy on my arms, Phil released me from the bar and pushed me through the doorway to the bed. He took some big pillows and put underneath my stomach, so my ass was aimed up high. Then a bottle of the smoothest lube was squirted all over my lower back and my ass cheeks, constantly dripping in between my cheeks to my opened hole.

I knew they were going to run a train on me, but it felt completely natural. Suddenly, the man called Jazz stepped behind me. He was wearing a roman type leather skirt that was split in several pieces. He lifted up the middle section and I saw a huge, fat dick hanging above my ass. I felt two pair of hands pull my ass cheeks apart as Jazz pushed his big dickhead deep inside my gaping hole. My eyes rolled back when he grabbed my cheeks and started stroking his man meat past my second hole. It started feeling so good that my small dick was spitting pre-cum like a fountain.

Jazz was not a small man. He must have weighed in at 275 pounds at least. His power and money was obviously in control of this sex party. All he had to do was raise his big hand and the very sexy bartender with the dreadlocks was there to bring him another shot of Patron.

He stopped fucking me for a minute, but left his dick deep inside me. After, he swallowed the tequila he told the bartender to suck the pre-cum off my dick. I was dizzied by the pleasure of feeling the dreadlocks tickling my stomach as he moved the pillows from underneath me and crawled between my legs to lick my clit. “Clit” is what one of the other brothers called my dick. Never before had I felt so belittled, but at the same time so pleasured. The bartender was enjoying sucking my dick while Jazz started fucking me hard again. I thought I was going to bust a huge nut, but I had no control of spitting it out with that huge dick inside of me.

Jazz needed to cool down because his sweat was dripping on my lower back pooling up, so he pulled his dick out suddenly making my asshole pop. Then, he motioned for Phil to take over making sure my ass was never resting. Phil had that long tongue and he used it to lap at my gaping hole. He loved eating ass almost more than fucking it. He had a long skinny dick that he would run deep inside me for a few strokes and then he would replace it with his extremely long tongue. Phil almost made me cum with his tongue only. But, Reggie decided he wanted to fuck me wide open and pushed Phil aside.

D.W. Bradburn

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