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Track Dogs

by WV GRIFFIN


It was a beautiful weekday morning around six-thirty. Off work, up early and bored I decided to take a walk along the safe rails. I say safe because there lies the only place I’ve ever been free to indulge in ‘420’. Also it remains the sole place where I could see what I had such a hard-on for. Hot men who work to maintain the rails or as I’ve come to know them better, Track Dogs. Boy didn’t I pick a great day to travel by rail! The day was exceptional, in the fact that there seemed to be clusters of Track Dogs every 1500-2000 feet or so. All performing various types of Rail Maintenance work. There seemed to be at least two bearded or relatively hairy and good-looking guys in every cluster. Not only was he the one who seemed to nod in gesture, or speak aloud, he was the one who made my body hot. Mouth water, knees a bit weak and made my thigh buddy get to throbbing at least half its nine-inch length. Yet I pressed on, first determined to catch that first buzz of the day. Just after my usually safe destination appeared, beneath it appeared a right large group of Track Dogs. Time for a desperate, slightly risky decision. The Dogs were working under the bridge and from where I’d be sitting, I could see more of them, than they could me. That I liked, ‘cause when drawing closer, my notice was that more than five of the men were attractive to my dark eyes. So humpy, bearded and bearish were they, I decided to take my chances, sit at the top as usual and puff. Several in the group either spoke or nodded in gesture as I crossed before them, including four of the current six that held an attraction in my eyes. The two of them who watched me walk up the hill and sit, were in my direct line of sight, so I found. Every time I’d turn my head to the left, it seemed that one, the other, or both were already looking or looked just I did. Out of horny daring and hunger, I mustered the nuts to smoke. I took a good inhale, held it, then let it out in an exhale that was low in octave, but loud in volume. Both of the close Dogs looked my way a few seconds later. I grinned in innocence; they grinned and then looked back to their work. After the third puff the wind shifted. Then the bigger built of the close Dogs cast his blues in my direction and spread his five-day black beard growth with an all-knowing grin. I returned it, with a gentle all-telling nod. He then dropped his work tool and strode to the water cooler. On his way my eyes took notice of his fine and work jean clad ass. The grin he flashed as the cup filled told me he was well aware of my stare and how much we appreciated it. That puff, and a few more singles passed as he stood there and sipped the water. About halfway gone, the black bearded, blue eyed Dog tilted his cup at me in offering. I nodded and he filled another. “You’ve been sitting here a bit,” He spoke as he walked toward me. “Figured I’d better offer you some cold water. Mind if I come up?” “Not at all.” I said just before he stepped before the retaining wall. It didn’t take him long to dig the lug soles of those steel-toe work boots into the rocky soil and be where I sat, on my left. “Thank you very much.” I replied, took the offering and touched the manly hand as the cup exited it. “Got enough to share?” He asked in a low growl as I sipped the water. Made me wonder if he spoke of my smoke or what was stashed behind my button fly, which he occasionally and innocently looked at. I chose to resort back to the apparatus and handed it to him. “It’s a start.” He said, then held out his hand for my lighter. When I placed it in his hand, I quickly stroked his palm, then inquired about his motives. “Am I sharing inches, or container content?” He laughed and winked at me. “You’re a smart guy.” He said through the smile I could have kissed. “We’ll partake of whatever you choose to share.” “Wait a minute. You said, we. How many of you guys will I be sharing with?” “How ever many you choose. Right now, it’s just me.” “Do you desire my inches also?” I kept my eyes on his. “You know your men, don’t you?” He said with a hearty exhale and a wide smile. “Seems I have to.” I responded without hesitation. “We’re gonna take a break here soon, you can stick around if you wanna.” He said and handed the apparatus back to me. “Hold on just a second.” I said as he stood. “Do you have enough to share?” Instead of speaking, he smiled and then gave me the pleasure of gazing over his fine body as he slowly descended the hill and went back to working. Two by two, and even in groups of three, all of the Dogs disappeared but four. One of which I knew I could have for sure. He gazed up at me; I could see his urgency in the sexiness of his work-dirty jeans. I knew for sure he felt and saw my cautious eagerness. He walked to the retaining wall and leaned against it. “We’ve got about an hour.” He said. “Sounds good. So who, what and where?” I asked as I got a gander at the other three. One of which embodied ‘Bear” in the trimmest and most masculine manner I’d seen in a long time. In my mind’s eye I could see him, with or without his ruddy work clothes. Lying alongside the rails on a warm, early summer morning. Work’s going slowly so he decides to catch a little early morning sun to make that tight body a little more bronzed. With all that hair covering the torso form the proud chest, down the toned stomach to the waist of his work jeans. The hairs as dark in color as dad’s mahogany gun rack, but so much softer. I knew my cock was hard, but I stood regardless. Dog brown haired bear zipped a visual beeline for my tool box. As soon as he looked into my chocolate eyes with his vivid green ones, I smiled and began my descent to them. To be standing in the midst of them when I reached the bottom was such a rush, and I felt they were well aware of my fascination. “Only two of us wanna indulge but we’ll all go.” Trim bodied and brown bearded Track Dog said. “Hopefully, you’re one.” I replied to have him lick his lips. “Could someone lead the way.” “Oh, we thought you knew where a good spot might be.” The burly bearded and bearish, salt & pepper haired Track Dog said as he folded his big arms across his thick chest and almost smiled. I couldn’t retain my chuckle, or my comment. “You mean to tell me, you guys work along these rails and have no idea where the safety zones are?” “Can’t say we do, being that every area is different. We don’t always get woods to piss in.” Said a blonde Track Dog with a goatee. “All right, come on.” I said and signaled for them to follow. The brown haired and bearded, trim bodied Dog was one of the two, with the six foot two, salt & pepper bearded Dog being the other. As soon as we finished, black bearded Dog eased a hand over my bulge. “I just can’t hold back no longer, man. He told us what you have to share and it ain’t easy to stop watching it throb there, all confined in those jeans.” “I don’t mind.” I responded and groped at his goodies. As well as those of the five foot ten inch tall, brown bearded trim Track Dog. He was quick to move behind me and begin frottage on my ass. The cock-in-hand need was filled to the brim by the six foot one black bearded Track Dog. Sir brown eyed blonde with the goatee stepped back a bit, whipped out his cock and began to stroke it. He eased his shirt up and I moaned at seeing the amount of hair that covered his toned torso. And let me tell ya, that eight inch cock was a life force all its own as it stood at full throbbing mast. My mouth watered wildly for it, but there was one more man yet to be revealed. Sergeant salt & pepper bear began to give me a show that had me straining to remain standing. He slid his big hands slow over his handsome face. Dragged those thick fingers through that beard. Just after he swallowed and forced me to watch his Adam’s apple bob, he got to the top of his chest. Then he locked those graphite gray eyes with mine. “Oh yeah daddy!” I said, “Show me all you got!” Deep moans and groans escaped the other guys and myself as he slowly unbuttoned and removed his company shirt, then tore off the A-shirt beneath and dropped it to the ground. To see all the hair that covered his property-of-the-rail-company, solid chest made my knees get only weaker. I held out a hand in longing when he dragged one of his slowly across the expanse and seethed as he touched a nipple. When a big hand unbuttoned his fly, I began to feel the vines on the ground beneath my knees. “Go get it!” He hissed and applied a hand to help out. As I did just that, the other guys went to whistling, cat calling and I could hear zippers and buttons being undone as they grunted, groaned and sighed with relief. Sure, I knew I had three other eager cocks before me to suck, but there was something about the masculinity of Sergeant salt & pepper. His had to be the first vascular pole I tasted. What an intelligent decision that turned out to be! That dick was eight and a half long, about two and a quarter thick and like I had hoped, it was uncut. I found the foreskin to be thick, heavy, and right tasty while I dragged my tongue over it. The heady, masculine and slightly sweaty scent of his morning wafted up my eagerly sniffing nostrils when I eased the foreskin off the capacious head with only my lips. From there it was piston action at its hungriest. “Like that cock, do ya?” He seethed. “Good, ‘cause my crew has plenty more here for you to eat! Come on boys, get in here and feed this hungry bastard!” They were quick to do as he’d said, which gave in to the deduction that he was the Foreman. My, how befits a position for a hot man like him. My need to see what else stood before me helped me slow and eventually cease my suck job. Life that early was suddenly getting a whole new outlook from me. If men like those were up, about and willing that early, I might be willing to get up and explore my world more often. As soon as another cock was close enough, Sergeant salt & pepper pulled his from my mouth. The next one to fill it was long enough to be driven what felt like halfway down my throat. The hand that clamped onto the back of my head covered it well, and was strong. It felt good as it held me down on that cock, but I ended up having to use my fist on the thigh of whomever he was, to get the breath I needed. Once free, I looked up as I inhaled. Right into the green eyes of Sir trim, brown bearded Dog. The grin he cast down at me made me smile, then I opened wide and engulfed all nine inches of his cock. I set it free and began to suck the cut length. But not for long, for another hand got grip on my chin, then turned my face and plunged me down on a different dick. I slid one hand up a built and hairless chest then felt the sharp softness of a goatee with the fingers of the other. The meat of the blonde possessed my oral attentions. “Damn Foreman, as good as he sucks cock I can’t say I’d have passed him off so fast! This is some great fucking head!” “You’ll understand soon.” I heard Sergeant salt & pepper say, then he laughed. I didn’t understand. Yet the uncut, eight by two thick fleshiness of the goateed blonde’s cock had me stroking mine with urgency. Just as I really got into the rhythm, another hand got grip on my lightly haired chin. I knew it was that of the black haired Track Dog, and I turned my face up so as to stare into his beautiful eyes while I tongue-dragged his piece. His big hands came and got grip on my head as he stared down at my action. All the while his sexy mouth was partially open and revealed that thick tongue hanging back just behind his white teeth. D a m n how I wanted to stand and mesh moustache with him. Just to feel the scratch of that beard and how well I knew he would manipulate that oral rag around in my mouth. The mere thought made me take his dick down, his grip tightened and he began to fuck my face a bit wildly. I began to stroke my cock with speed, then our moans started. After which time Sergeant salt & pepper pulled my head from that seven by two rigidity and held it just an inch away from his own hot cock “You boys know what to do!” Sergeant salt & pepper said just after he ceased my greedy, needy tongue from licking over his cockhead. As if in answer, the blonde groaned, stepped just past my head and shot his load all over Sergeant salt & peppers’ tool box. “Oh hell yes!” I called out in loud voice and had to let go of my cock for fear of shooting my load. The hot blonde fucker seethed and thrust his hips forward as Sergeant salt & pepper moaned, groaned and slid a hand over his smooth chest. Just before he finished shooting he leaned forward and kissed his foreman. I about passed out as I wished to be so lucky. “Aaah! Oh, man! You shoot that hot fucking cum all over him!!” The black haired Dog about yelled, then trapped my head between his hairy thighs. He held me there and forced me to watch him also shoot his ample load on Sergeant salt & pepper. Some of the juice splattered down on me, and while opening my mouth, I again had to release my cock for fear of losing my load. As the blonde had done, that black haired and bearish Track Dog leaned forward and locked sweet lips with his Foreman, but with a bit more energy than that of his fellow Track Dog. During the kiss, I once again wished to be so lucky, then he put that dripping gun before my mouth and dragged it over my full moustache. While he stepped away, he instantly cancelled my urge to lick when he quickly whispered; “Don’t lick it away right yet!” I groaned loudly and fought the urge with all my might while he forced me to watch him wipe what was left onto Sergeant salt & peppers’ A-shirt, then he dropped it back to the ground. The trim, brown bearded Track Dog didn’t have to step in too close to get his load in. I was in pure and pleasurable, open mouthed awe as I watched the many shots stream past me to Sergeant salt & pepper. Who groaned really loud and began to stroke his coated prick. He and that trim bear leaned above me for their liplock, connected like support rods and meshing moustache wildly. When the kiss finally ended, the other three Track Dogs, and myself, called for Sergeant salt & pepper to release his load. “You all wanna see me shoot my load, don’t ya!? Fucking cum greedy bastards! All of ya! Oh y e a h watch me stroke my cock with all your loads! Oh man! That cum feels so good…so fucking good on my…cock! And you, fuckin’ hungry cocksucker on your knees!” He spat down at me. “You want more of my big cock, don’t ya!? You want me to slide it back between your greedy lips, so you can taste my boys and me! I know you wanna feel it slid down your throat, d o n ‘ t ya! Nah! You stay the fuck down there and stare up at me while my big hand strokes that cock for ya!” Sergeant leaned back a bit just as his load burst forth. I gave a groan and rose really high on my haunches. Just in time to first groan at seeing that foreskin slap and flap, then with utter fascination, I watched several shots of manjuice obtain airtime, then splash back down to cover the head and run down the turgid cockshaft. Mingling in and running down to his balls with the rest of those hot and sticky Track Dog loads. His load died down to cock drool just as their groans began to fade, then my load burst forth. I groaned right loudly as the first shot bolted forth. Then I heard the voices of the Track Dogs returning from lunch. All but Sergeant salt & pepper fastened up and headed out as I fought to retain the volume of my groans and lust calls. I stared up at him when my load was spent, and per the look in his deep eyes, I canceled my urge to stand. “That was good, huh man!? You liked being here in these woods you seem to know so well. On your knees and getting’ your greedy mouth fed by us Dogs, did ya? Well here,” He said while he dragged a finger over the shaft of his cock. “Why don’t you get that hungry oral gap in one last taste of me and my crew.” The finger he dragged over my lips and moustache afforded me the taste he promised and what the black haired Track Dog had wiped in my moustache. I eagerly sucked and slobbered over it for all I could get. When he deemed me finished, he took it from me. Fastened his jeans as I stood, then handed me his A-shirt, which all the others had wiped their cocks on. I seethed and grinned while staring over his handsome bearishness, then was pleasantly shocked when he lifted my chin and locked our mouths. My hands eased to and my fingers gripped, groped and grazed through that masculine badge like it was to be the last I’d ever feel. Then we walked back toward the group. Though a few of the guys looked up as we walked back onto the scene, they only smiled and went back to their job. Me, I sat on top long enough to get a good wind, another indulgence, then I tucked that shirt into my back pocket and headed back from whence I came. GRIFFIN


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