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The Train Crossing

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by ManFur For years I had listened to the sounds of the trains crossing at the bottom of Depot Hill. First would come the whistle warning of their approach, then a hard blast as the train actually crossed Route 23, and then the clatter and rumble as car after car headed for Canada or New York passed over the well worn tracks. When I was a kid, I liked to go down by the crossing and count the number of cars in each train. As a teen, I complained about the whistle and roar waking me up after having been out partying with my high school buddies. As an adult, the train took on an entirely different role for me. Each train, because they were long distance carriers, had multiple engines. Then there would be a long line of freight cars, followed by a caboose. I remembered as a kid how I would stand behind the crossing guard on the road and wave at the engineers and the man in the caboose. Often they would wave back and sometimes I felt the engineer gave an extra long tug on the whistle just for me. Trains went by every few hours. I knew I wouldn't have long to wait for one to come along the day I went down to the crossing with an idea to be seen naked by the engineers and the man in the caboose. I had often fantasized about the men on the train. I wondered if they ever saw naked people sunbathing on the side of the tracks or even showing themselves at railroad crossings. I had a friend who worked as an overnight tollbooth collector and he told me that he often saw nude drivers and occasionally some woman giving a man head. He always enjoyed seeing the nude drivers and people having sex. He said it broke up the monotony of the job. So, I thought if I was to show myself to the men on the train that I would be doing them a similar favor. I had first thought that I would drive down to the crossing and sit behind the wheel of my car. I'd be nude and when the train came by, I'd raise myself up in the seat so they could see I was naked. However, I wasn't sure if they would really see me. And then I wasn't sure I'd have the courage to go through with it if there happened to be a car behind me. Instead, I decided to walk up the tracks in the direction of the train to a spot far enough from the crossing so I would not be seen by anyone in a car, but near enough to where the men on the train would be watching the tracks as they approached the crossing. With that in mind, I put on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and, leaving my car by the side of the road, walked down the tracks to a spot where a fir tree afforded me some privacy from the road, but left me in clear view of the approaching train. I removed my clothes and peered around the fir boughs and kept checking that no one was stopping at the crossing and walking down my way. Somehow, the idea of getting caught naked by the tracks, by anyone other than the train crew, made me nervous. Yet, the idea of being seen by the men on the train was making me horny. I found myself playing with my cock and starting to get hard. Then I would hear a car approach the crossing and I would lose the erection that I would have just started to enjoy. Then the car would be gone, I'd peer around the fir and see no one in sight, and then start handling my meat again. I confess I have always enjoyed playing with my cock. Yet, I hadn't ever considered masturbating in front of strangers in a public setting. As I waited for the train, I found the idea of being caught naked by the men on the train was being replaced by being caught wanking my crank. Indeed, the longer I waited, the harder my penis became. I alternated between stroking my cock and then playing with my balls. I was generating a large amount of precum that I rubbed over my cock head. I would smear the goo around and then place my fingers in my mouth. I loved the taste of my juice. I was licking my fingers and playing with my balls with my other hand when a sharp blast of the train's whistle brought me back to where I was and what I was doing. Looking up the track I could see the train approaching, slowing for the crossing as it came into view. I instantly stopped what I was doing and prepared myself to be seen by the men on the train. My cock lost its erection, but maintained a semi hard appearance. I edged out from the fir tree in the direction of the train and positioned myself to be seen in a spot of sunlight about 15 feet away from the tracks. I knew I was hidden from view from any cars at the crossing. As the train drew nearer I could see the head of a man looking out the window of the first engine. The train was continuing to slow down and the tracks were groaning under its weight. I stood with my hands across my chest and my cock hanging clear for him to see. I saw him put his head back inside the engine. When he did this I hefted my cock and it instantly started to thicken. Precum began running out of it in a stream. As the first engine came up to me, the engineer leaned out of the window and looked directly at me. I let go of my cock and turned my body to follow his gaze as he went by. He clearly got a good look at me. I found this very erotic and reached for my rapidly thickening cock. He turned away from me and gave his attention to the crossing ahead of him. The second engine was now going by. No one was in the driver's seat. I continued to pound my meat. Just then the whistle blew again as the train approached the crossing. The third engine then started going by me. There sitting in the driver's seat and looking out the window at me was a man in his mid thirties. He was smiling and talking into a handset. He nodded at me as I stood there with my cock in my hand. He seemed to enjoy what I was doing. I bent my knees and really pounded away. However, before I could cum the engine was past me and I was looking at a closed freight car. But I got to thinking. Was the man in the third engine talking to the engineer in the first car, or was he talking to the man in the caboose? He seemed to have enjoyed seeing me jerking off, so I didn't think he was calling the highway patrol. Still, I was a bit apprehensive as car after car went by me. I considered getting dressed before the caboose came within sight. But I gave in to the desire in my crotch to not only be seen but to finish what I had started. So, I began playing with my cock again as a series of open boxcars passed me. I held myself back from bringing myself to completion. I was dripping precum in massive quantities. I had splatters of my juice on my legs that glistened in the sunlight. Then I saw the end of the train. Five more cars and the caboose would be upon me. I could see the top of the caboose and could see that no one was in it. This disappointed me but I was so close to coming now that I didn't really care. As the caboose drew beside me, I brought myself to a climax. Shot after shot volleyed out of my prong and landed on the ground between me and the train. As my last load shot out, I looked up to see a man standing on the end of the caboose looking at me. He waved at me and grabbed his crotch through his pants as the train moved away. I raised my hand and waved at him. He waved again and then went into the caboose. As the train went down the tracks, I licked the cum off my hand. Finished, I got dressed, stuffing my still fattened member into my shorts. Walking away, I knew that I'd be back to do this again.