The Station, Chapter One.
The Station served local commuters and people from the burbs on the elevated line. It had several ticket booths and a short order counter on the first floor. All trains were caught from the second floor. A bank of telephones was on the landing to the basement where the toilets were located. There were about eight stalls with ten cent pay locks and one at the end that was free. The station was near my job and I would eat lunch there a couple of times a week. The manager, AKA as the Short Order Cook, was about ten years my senior and there was a black waitress with an ass to kill for. She was about my age, early twenties, and her name was Lena. I was fascinated by her ass. It wasn't wide and fat, but sort of bulbous when viewed in profile. You know, the ass you can set your martini on while she stands talking to you. I got around to making a date and went to her sister's house, where she lived, to meet her. She invited me upstairs while she got ready to go out. As she dressed I caught a glimpse of her going into the bathroom in a bra and panties and followed her. She told me to go back to the bedroom while she dressed and I wrapped my arms around her, kissed her and held that great shapely ass in both hands. She kissed back and soon we were both naked. I said I just had to see that backside of hers and spun her around. She bent over and there was that pink pussy peeking out from under that prime ass.
I took my dick and rubbed it all over that round globe and directed my leaking dick head down to rub back and forth on her pink pussy. It soon slipped into her tight little cunt and we banged away doggie style but still standing. We started slowly and she had the wettest pussy I had ever been in. The slurpy noise my dick made as it went in and out was as exciting as the feelings in my rock hard cock.
"Take it out and put it in my asshole," she said as I was pulling back.
I had never been a lover of the backdoor preferring to let my cock rejoice in a wet hot pussy whether I got in from the back, the front, or any other imaginable way. But right then as hard and horny as I was I would have stuck it in a meat grinder if it had hair.
I went back far enough and felt it slip out and raised it up a little until I felt my dick head start to enter her backdoor. She moaned and told me to go slowly. I went into her very tight asshole until I was in as deeply as I could go. It was tighter than her cunt but my stiffy wanted that hot wet pussy that slurped like a sump pump. After a few thrusts into her tight bung hole I forgot about wanting her pussy. The feelings of being in that tight hole were enough to drive me up the wall. I wanted it and I loved it.
"Now put it back in my pussy, then go back in my ass, she managed to get out between breaths.
I slowly pulled out of one hole and then put it into the other thinking that this girl has had a little experience along these lines. Her cunt felt loose, but it felt great. I was back where I should be and loving every second of it. I started to feel that good feeling creeping up my legs. And then:
"Keep doing that, keep going from one to the other, go slow, it feels so good," she told me.
I went from tight little asshole to tight little pussy and back again about ten times and when I had it in her wet little twat she pushed that great ass back and told me to keep it there and fuck her hard. The split second that it took to change holes had been enough to slow up my building orgasm.
I went back to a steady pussy fuck and I fucked her hard and I fucked her fast. She moaned louder and louder and I felt the good feeling start creeping up my legs again. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," she cried and I drove myself into her exploding a hot wet stream of my white juices into her twitching wet pussy. She had backed onto my thrusting dick so hard my ass was against the wall and our juices ran down our legs like a waterfall.
After that we were both so spent we just stayed there and watched the telly with her sister. As I left she told me we wouldn't ever do it again because her sister didn't like white men fucking her and would get some of "The Boys" after me if she ever found out we were to meet again. I just hate it when "The Boys" come after me. The last time that happened "My Boys" were with me but and I lost a good push-button switchblade and broke a finger in the melee. We walked away, they didn't. That was all before I found indiscriminate sex for excitement. Maybe that's even why I found it.
After that I saw her every now and then in the station and went to the ladies room a couple of times for a doggie-style-stand-up quicky. Nothing in the backdoor though, although she wanted it that way. I guess that's why we drifted apart sexually. Then one day she told me she was moving on to a different job but I could still get a lot of sex because the lunch counter manager had told her he wanted to get it on with me. She said his name was Dick.
The Station, Chapter Two.
One day after Lena left I was eating lunch at the counter after having a half hour of hot phone sex with Delphine. I was horny and I guess the manager picked up on that and came up to me and said that Lena told him that I was a pretty good fuck for a white boy and he wondered if I went both ways. I told him I had back when I was really dumb and horny in my teens. He said to go on down to the free stall in the men's room. I went and in a minute he was in the adjacent stall. There was a small hole in the wall and a finger poked through it. I peeked into the hole and saw a hard penis being stroked. I just watched and he came in a minute or two. Then, in a loud whisper he said he wanted to watch me. I was half hard from the show and I flogged the old log until I shot my load. I heard the door of his stall bang and figured that was that and went back upstairs and back to work.
A day or two later I returned and he came out from behind the counter and sat next to me and told me about the men's room. In the last couple of months it had become a pickup place for guys who like guys. The little hole in the wall was getting bigger every week and soon it would be big enough to be a full fledged glory hole. He had to tell me what that was. He didn't know who was making it, but he had seen several good jackoff shows by looking through it. He thought it was the cops as part of their shakedown operations.
He told me that the cops would go into the mechanical room at the end of the restroom and watch through the louvers on the door for guys to get personal and then pop out and either arrest them or shake them down for whatever they could get. If the guys didn't fork over any money they would get busted on some indecency charge. This happened a month or so after Delphine and I were caught doing it in her car and I had my virgin ass fucked by the short arm of the law and she had the pleasure of giving a couple of blow jobs since we didn't have enough money to satisfy the men in blue.
The last time I ever went to the station's restroom was when I decided that the same sex life was not for me. In fact, I thought discretion was the better part horniness and didn't even return to the station.
I walked in and there were two men. They weren't even in a stall. The older one had his giant, and I mean it was really big, soft cock out with the head of it in the mouth of the young guy who was on his knees. The old guy said to me to keep an eye open for anyone coming toward the room. I told him that I had to go and turned right around and went back up to the lunch counter. In about ten minutes both guys were escorted up the stairs in handcuffs by a couple of our upstanding men in blue. I looked at Dick and he just shrugged his shoulders and said, "You win some, you lose some."
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