In Edinburgh Saturday for accounting class Queen Street, drinking with friends at Stafford, took tram to Portobello, always have a permanent hard on when on tram or bus. Decided to get off at St Margaret's to loco spot, not having done so for some years. Use my satchel to disguise cock as I walk down the hill.
Still commute from Portobello by steam train, often pulled by NB Scotts. Always interested in footplate crew. Some hot firemen, and one crew both young, fireman 19 and driver 30, firemen even bigger quiff than mine. They always look out for me as I wait up near the engine for the train, both wink. Fireman tall and slim, driver what would now be called a "bear", but no beard in those days.
Off tram, down into shed, lot changed since last there. Gates open, no supervisor, everything dirty, particularly engines, and track lined with debris and ash. Main line still goes right through the whole place. Talisman when I arrive behind filthy A3, "Coronach"., but loads of diesels on expresses.
Am wearing grey flannel trousers, Heriot's FP blazer, white nylon shirt, string vest, FP tie, and underneath new tight slip.....proud..........
Walk straight into yard on north side. Loads of steam still, particularly V2s and B1s, still my favourites, A couple of A3s across the main line. Loads of Scotts, J37s, J39s etc.
Not been there long when my favourite crew walk towards me. They wink as usual, and the driver rubs his crotch.......not bad.....
Suddenly I need a crap. Must have been pie in Stafford. I know the toilets at the end of the office block. Only one in shed. As I enter am shocked by how changed. The L shaped stainless steel urinal now stained and corroded, the floor soaked. The two stalls still there, but one has no door, and no wooden seat. The toilet is cracked and stained, and almost blocked with water, shit and paper.. I enter the one with the door, which has a split wooden seat. It's also filthy, but not blocked, shit stained all over the bowl and even down the front of it. I lock the old dirty green door, although only one screw on lock; let my crap go with a lot of fart, and then realise there is no toilet paper. Where the holder was once is a hole; arrows drawn on wall with legend, "Cock here", and what appear to be tracks of old congealed semen down the wall from the thing..The whole cubicle is scrawled with filthy graffiti and the floor awash with urine, soaked paper, and what appears to be smears of shit.
As I think about how to clean my arse, I start reading the graffiti and start wanking, loads of precum from tram and now. I hear somebody walk heavily into the toilet. I freeze. I hear him start to piss noisily into the trough, then hear him stop pissing and walk into the doorless cubicle.
Immediately a thick short cock appears through the hole. "I know who you are", he says under his breath, and "I know you want cock". "Wank it boy" he says. I have never done anything like this in reality............well , felt the Minister's son's cock up his shorts..........but I take the slimy shaft in my fist and begin to wank it in time to my own wanking. It's so hard and big I almost come immediately, but hold it back with some effort. I hear boots come into the toilet, but he says "It's OK, it's Angus, he'll look out for us", and so I continue to wank faster and faster with my heart pounding. Then he says "Use your mouth boy". This is a fantasy come true and so I take the strong smelling thing into my mouth. The head is big and has white grainy stuff under the foreskin. It's strong smelling, but exciting, and I cum immediately onto the filthy floor, some of it splashing onto my briefs stretched between my legs.. The smell of this place is indescribable by the way; old urine, bleach, and a darker shit smell, including my own of course. I still haven't wiped my arse.
Angus' boots now come into the place, and move to the urinal to my left. "Lachy's lookin out he says", and only then do I notice that there is another hole, a bit higher up, on the other side of the stall, and that Angus' tool is making its appearance. It's long and very hard and has a big knob end.........I'm beginning to enjoy myself now, and grab it, working on the precum as I turn and continue to suck the other.
Suddenly, there is a low whistle, and both cocks withdraw. A voice says Don't move laddie, or we'll report you", and they both leave. A heavy tread enters, his hand shakes my door, and then he moves next door with a heavy sigh. I look through the hole and can see trousers being dropped, and big underpants scrape over a fat soft cock under a big belly, and he balances on the filthy porcelain and has a long straining crap. I wank the whole time, and just as he groans for the last time, and the stench of his bowels fills the space, I cum again, this time shooting over the floor almost to the door.
As he pulls his pants up, he uses them to clean his arse.
As he leaves, I can hear three sets of boots clatter on the tiles. They stop outside my door, and then suddenly push the door so that the screw wrenches out of the door, letting the lock fly to hit the filthy floor beside me, and the door slams into my space, exposing me with my legs apart, and cum on the floor, and my cock beginning to rise again.
Three men; Angus is the fireman with the quiff; the short fat cock hanging out of his overalls belongs to the fat driver, and there is another taller, bigger guy (Lachlan?). All are fresh from work, filthy, begrimed and obviously horny. "Dougy has the door", Angus says, and comes right into the stall, lifting my off the seat and fastening his mouth on mine, tongue right down my throat. I had never kissed a guy until that moment, never mind a hard strong mouth belonging to a guy whose cock was straining against my belly.
My feet were off the ground, although I was already tall then, and he turned round in that tight space so that my arse faced outward, and was immediately slapped and my dirty hole fingered roughly. My virgin arsehole was being invaded by not just one finger and the pain was something new. Despite it I could feel my back muscles arch to push my hole onto the fingers. Somebody commented that my arse would have to be cleaned out. Another hand reached between my legs and grabbed my now straining prick and jacked it strongly.
I came again, as Angus sat on the seat and lowered my collapsing form onto his shoulder. Expert hands removed my shoes, my trousers, and my pants, and placed them on the cistern behind Angus.
A whistle came again, and Angus whispered "Stand against the fuckin door, and keep quiet boy; we'll be back". So I did. I was shaking with lust despite three cums, and the pain in arsehole, and I was totally lost to whatever came next. I was naked from my waist down, my blazer, nylon shirt sweaty and see through to me string vest, tie round my shoulder......vibrating.
Two guys came in and had noisy pisses in front of me. After a while another came in, and went straight to the doorless cubicle. I watched him through the hole as he oissed noisily. When he finished he bent down and winked, but immediately left. I stood there wanking for some time, thinking about leaving, but then I heard the outside door open, and several pairs of boots come in.
Then I heard the key in that door turn. Heard a new voice say ""Out of order" should do it".
I was alone and locked in...... my door was roughly pushed open forcing me to take my weight on the foul toilet. I turned my head, and there, behind Hamish the pusher, were six train men, ranging from my Hamish, the fireman, through Lachlan the cleaner, to the fat driver in his soot darkened white overalls, and now the tall supervisor in his long coat and homburg who I recognised from years ago when he was much feared by we spotters. With them was the accounts clerk with his hair combed over his baldness, and a greaser whose uniform was matted with dark oil..
Hamish grabbed me by my blazer collar and dragged me on my knees out of the stall, skidding on the wet dirty floor into the centre. He stuffed his cock right down my throat and shouted "strip him lads!". I was lifted and held horizontally, always with Hamish's long thin cock right down in my throat, so that I gagged and salivated . Gunk ran down my chin and copiously wet the front of his trousers.
I felt my jacket wrenched from me, but my shirt and tie were left.. Now I was held between four of the guys, two of whom started to massage my thighs as they slowly opened them, wider and wider, until I thought I would split. Just when I started crying for mercy, the sixth put his face between my thighs and started to lick my crap encrusted arsehole. I had never experienced such ecstasy........my body writhed, I cried out, my cock was hard as hell, and my arse strived to lock onto the skilled invasion, because skilled it was! His long stiff tongue penetrated my hole in such a way that I almost came again. My cock was pumping precum, I could feel it way back into my groin...........................and somebody had my cock in his mouth drinking it, and from time to time commenting on how much I was making.
Then suddenly, they flexed my thighs closed and bent my whole body so that my arse was presented as high as possible, then they dropped me onto the massive hard cock of the driver, lying on the slimy floor in his dirty overalls, his flies open and his big thick wet cock ready for me. I crashed straight onto it with a scream as the big head shoved past my sphincters. Then they started lifting me and dropping me on the impaling thing.......I loved it immediately..........and started shouting my appreciation. A filthy hand was clapped over my mouth, and then four fingers invaded right to the back of my throat so that the saliva coursed out of my mouth again, down onto my shirt, and onto my cock.
Another hand now pumped my slimy half hard cock, and I came half-cocked...........yelling and thrashing. I could feel the driver's thrusts get faster as he lifted his body to meet mine, and then with a roar, he came into my hole.....................they dropped me and I fell back across him, and lay there as his cock subsided inside me. I could feel his cum sliding out of me onto him.
I was lifted and had another cock stuffed into my mouth. The driver got on all fours, and they slung me over him. I had a cock in my mouth and a cock in my arse until all had cum.
Then the cleaner brought a broom, and they started to push it into my cum filled anus, shouting and laughing as I took it.................they pumped it slowly until I came again, then they stripped me naked and lay me on the floor and pissed all over me.
The supervisor had a spare set of overalls, which they bundled me into, he put my clothes into a leather holdall, and gave it to the greaser who motioned for me to follow him. As I passed the others, they told me I'd done well, and that they hoped I'd visit again.
We went to the back of the toilet block where there was a small wooden hut. Inside was a primitive shower. The greaser washed me under the cold water, and kissed me and wanked me until I spat my last load, my guts wrenching with the almost dry run.............then he washed me again, and got me to suck him until he came in my mouth...........then he gently dried me.
I dressed and went outside to go home. They were all standing at various points in the yard, smiling and making lewd gestures as I left.
I never went back.