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Terry just knew this was going to be the worst summer of his life. To be sent away as punishment for what he had done was unfair, at least in his own mind. His deeply religious father had caught him wearing his sister's old cheerleading outfit.Terry's first thought was to try to pass it off as a Halloween prank. Since it was late May at the time, this did not go so well. His mother kept in the background, and did not come to her son's defense(again). This saved her a beating (again) and the obligatory two weeks of wearing sunglasses (again).

Terry was to be shipped off to his (maternal) uncle's ranch in Northern California for the summer. This was not to be a vacation in any shape or form, as Earl (the uncle) made clear to Terry's father Ned. "We'll whip that boy right into shape, no doubt about it!" Earl couldn't see Ned's eyes widen at the mention of whips, but Terry sure could. "Oh well, thought the boy, can't be any worse than Dad's belt, or the paddle..." Ned was a gifted amateur at doling out punishment,as
his long suffering wife and son could attest.

Terry's older sister Dana had had enough by the age of sixteen, and ran away with the first man who asked her. Since then, she had been back a few times when her money ran out. Dana and her father had been unable to get along for more than a few weeks at a time,causing a lot of grief for the family, neighbors,cops,etc.

When Ned beat Dana for daring to talk back to him at dinner, Dana's "boss"
at the "Gentleman's Club" where she "danced" came over and beat the shit out of Ned. This was the last time anyone had seen Dana. She was in her early twenties now, and ready to live her own life. Dana leaving was both a good thing and a bad thing for Terry. Good in that she left behind most of her "dancing" wardrobe,along with some "regular" clothes. As regular as an eighteen year old slut's daily wear could be... Bad in that Terry was the focal point of his father's rage. Hardly a day went by during Terry's junior year that didn't end in some kind of punishment.

Terry was undersized at 5'4" and 110 lbs., further disappointing his dad.
Ned had been a high-school football star, and never let anyone forget it. Unfortunately, that had been the high point of his life. He followed up that success by washing out of the military, and never keeping a job more than a few years. This kept the family moving, never putting down roots in any city. Terry went to five different elementary schools, two middle schools, and two high schools. For a small, shy boy this meant no friends, or any kind of a normal social life. The only thing Terry was good at was singing and dancing. Of course Ned would not allow either c***d to pursue the arts, calling it "The work of the Devil." Even church choir was forbidden. Dana was more strong willed, and found that she had "credentials" enough to "dance" (strip) pretty much anywhere she wanted to go. Having the body of a centerfold at fifteen smoothed over any unpleasantness with I.D. for most of the club owners.

For that matter, even Terry's mother,Vivian, had a fine body when Ned married her.The years of emotional abuse caused her to have very low self esteem, so much so that she packed away all her old clothes, and now only wore drab, shapeless shifts.This was a mostly unsuccessful attempt to stop Ned from starting fights in a fit of jealous rage.

Terry was in a cross-dressers paradise for much of his teenage years. His sister's stuff,along with his mother's old clothes, fueled his desire for frills and satin. He was the same size as Mom and Dana, right down to Dana's shoes.
Terry thought his Mom knew about his habits, but did not tell. Vivian did not ask either. She might have wondered where all her make-up went, but never let on.

Terry was lucky to have advance notice of the California trip and was able to box and ship some of his prized possesions ahead of him. All the stripper clothes, shoes, and accesories went in the box, along with falsies,bras and panties,wigs and various personal hygiene items. (mostly Dana's vibrators, an enema kit/douche,and his collection of sissy porn.)

Terry hoped that Earl and his new wife Stacy would treat him as more than just free labor, but was unsure. He had only met his uncle twice. Both times Ned had gotten drunk and picked a fight. Earl was fifty pounds lighter than Ned, but taller and in MUCH better shape. Also sober. Ned was lucky to be carried away without permanent injury.

Terry sat with his Mom the night before the train ride from Chicago to Cali.
They spoke freely for the first time in years. As Ned slept soundly, she told Terry things he hadn't even dreamed of about Earl. Like that he had been an MMA fighter before there was such a thing. Or that he had retired at Forty from a lucrative medical practice to run his horse ranch. Even the fact that he had been married six times.

Vivian also talked about her life with Ned. She said that he had been a decent human being once. She spoke about her religious conviction and why she would never divorce him. Terry felt sad for his mother and hoped that one day he could rescue her. Terry finished packing and went to bed, knowing that tomorrow he would sleep under a different roof from his father. No matter what happened with Earl and Stacy, this would be a fresh start.




Terry awoke early, dressed, and was waiting by the car when his father came out. Ned grabbed the suitcases from Terry, and proceeded to rip them open and dump the contents on the dirty driveway. As he kicked Terry's clothes and shoes around, he said "I have to make sure you don't take any of your faggoty crap with you. We can't have Mr. High and Mighty offended by your perversions." A normal person would have been shocked or outraged, but Terry knew better. He brushed off as much as he could and repacked quickly.

The ride to the train station was mostly silent, save for Ned screaming profanities and racial slurs at fellow motorists. At the entrance to the station,
Ned did not even put the car in park, much less offer any kind of farewell. As soon as Terry had removed his two suitcases and closed the passenger door of the decrepit Ford, Ned powered away from the curb. Terry's last memory of his father was of being sprayed with gravel. The sound of the horn honking as his father used
his middle finger as a directional indicator was part of the normal routine.

Terry entered the station, found his train and proceeded to board.
A porter took his bags and showed him his seat, pointing out the facilities along the way. His uncle had made the travel arrangements, so Terry had no idea what to expect. It turned out far better than he could have hoped. Terry had his own room! It was just like a tiny hotel room, just without a bath. The porter was a large black man who barely fit through the
narrow door to the room. He introduced himself to Terry as Benjamin. While showing Terry how to open the bed, Benjamin's crotch rubbed against the small of Terry's back. Terry was both surprised and excited by the contact. He tried not to be too flustered, but knew Benjamin could see him blushing. When he was again face to face with the looming porter, Terry could not help but notice the bulge in Benjamin's burgundy uniform trousers. Terry realized that he had been staring at the man's package for far longer than was appropriate. When he raised his eyes to meet the calm gaze of the railroad man, Terry took a chance. Rather than the scared boy he was inside, he put on the look of a bottom cruising for action.
With a raised eyebrow, Terry licked his lips and said provocatively "Looks like I raised your excitement level a bit, hmmm?"

Ben started,not expecting THAT kind of reaction. He also took a chance. "Well it definitely looks that way. Do you like what you see? And feel?" he said.
Terry could not believe his eyes and ears. His first real pick-up could not have gone better. What was his next move? Terry wanted so much to enjoy everything this hunk had to offer,and so decided to go all out. He unwrapped a Tootsie-pop and as he began to work over the knob, murmured "Do you go all the way?". Ben actually stepped back, and gathered in the slightly built passenger. "Yes, I am the porter for this coach all the way to San Francisco." Both men stared at each other for a second, then Ben broke the pregnant pause by laughing gently. He leaned in close to Terry and whispered,"I think the real question is: Do YOU go all the way? Or are you just prickteasing an old man?" Terry gleefully replied, "I will suck your dick,and take it in the ass as hard and as often as you can do it to me. All the way to San Francisco."

Just then, another passenger asked Ben a question through the open door.
The tension broken, Ben turned away and said "I'll be with you in just a moment ma'am" He turned back to Terry and winked. "I'll see YOU later. I may have a special surprise for you." Terry was thrilled. For a few minutes he couldn't stop giggling. He checked the lining of his smaller suitcase and found the condoms, lube, and make-up that he had hidden there. In the false bottom of the larger case
he checked for the stockings, garter belt,bra and panties that he had selected earlier. This trip was starting off very well.




Terry had brought a book with him. The first eight hours passed quickly.
When the knock on the door roused him from a daydream, Terry leapt for the door.
A different porter was asking him if he wanted lunch. Apparently the dining car was going to stop serving soon, as they had to clean-up and begin dinner preparations. Terry dimly registered the words. It was the sound of the voice that captivated him. Art was the name on his nametag. His musical tone and accent sounded West African. He was not as tall as Ben, but much stockier. At first Terry thought he was fat, but as he squeezed into the doorway to let a family pass. Terry realized it was only a loose shirt. While Terry stammered out an affirmative to the lunch request, he looked closer at the young man. The shirt was a necessity to fit his oversize chest and arms. Art crossed his arms and pulled the fabric taut. Terry tried to keep his mind on food as he realized Art's arms were not only bigger around than Terry's thighs, but nearly as big as his waist!
Art smirked while enjoying Terry's appraisal. He said "I can lead you to the dining car if you want?" Terry thought "Oh very much yes. I DO want." Following Art through the train, Terry was mesmerised by Art's muscular buttocks. His burgundy uniform pants were just as tight as his shirt was loose. Terry thought that if Art had coins in his back pocket, Terry would be able to read the dates on them. This made Terry smile. Art chose this moment to glance over his shoulder and favored Terry with a return smile. Terry froze for a moment and thought "Could Art be the surprise Ben was talking about?


Terry decided to err on the side of caution and not eat a big meal. He ordered the fruit plate. That brought another smile to his face."Maybe I'll be the fruit plate for those big black studs." he thought. Fortunately Terry had chosen loose black dungarees to travel in. His hard cock cried for attention as he sat cross-legged, fantasizing about what had transpired so far. Not that five and a half inches of beef would scare anyone. It did show through tight pants, though.
Terry had eaten only sparingly over the previous twenty four hours. The stress from not knowing what might happen kept his appetite down. That now seemed to be serendipitous in that if he really were to take on some hard black cocks he would be fairly clean inside.

Terry had started masturbating at a young age. He had known he was attracted to men before middle school, but had been too scared to experiment with boys or men. It was one thing to be accused of being a faggot, entirely different to be proved as one. Terry shuddered to think what his dad would have done if presented with real evidence of his son's homosexuality. The beating he got for the cheerleader outfit was bad enough. For sucking a dick, his dad would have probably actually killed him. Terry brightened when he realized his dad was eight hundred miles away now. Ned might already have convinced himself that he had no son.
Terry looked at his watch. Yep, after noon on a Saturday in Chicago, Ned would be drunk. Most likely with a forest of empties around his recliner.

Terry stopped eating, finished his coffee and bussed his table. While wiping his table with his napkin, Terry got a nod of thanks and a big smile from the young waiter. It was such a change to be around nice people. Terry started to make his way back to his berth. On the way, he bumped into Ben. "Hey there, young man.
Anything I can do for you?" Ben asked, then chuckled deeply as he realized his double entendre'. "Maybe later," Terry said. As they passed in the narrow aisle,
Terry said under his breath to Ben,"Is Art the surprise you talked about?"
Ben's eyes lit up. "Oh my yes!" he said softly. "But that's only possible if you are "experienced". Are you experienced?" Terry was unsure of what the tall man meant. "Experienced? In what way?" he wondered aloud. Art made that same sexy chuckle and said " Art, as I'm sure you have noticed is very... how shall I say.... Thick, for lack of a better term. That applies to ALL of him. ALL...
of....him...." Ben stopped,waiting for an answer from Terry.

Terry could not believe what he was hearing. Was this mahogany colored dreamboat asking him if he could take a big,fat cock? Terry's sister Dana had left behind a number of "toys". One of them was a dildo bigger around than a beercan.
Terry had been afraid of it when he first saw it. Over the years he had worked up to it until he could take it with ease. In fact, it had just been replaced as his favorite by two of the smaller ones used together. After double penetrating himself with the black and pink rubber dongs, the big one wasn't quite enough anymore. Terry snapped out of it when he realised Ben really wanted an answer to his "experienced" question. Terry reached out and took Ben's arm, pushing up his shirt sleeve. Ben had a USN tattoo on the inside of his forearm about halfway between wrist and elbow. Terry grasped his arm right around the letters. His small hand was three inches shy of the fingers and thumb meeting. Terry estimated that was about the same thickness as the two rubber dicks together. "As long as he isn't bigger than that, or longer than eleven inches, I'm good." He told the astonished Ben. "By the way", Terry asked, emboldened by Ben"s response, "Are you thick too?" Terry thought "What the hell, I'll throw in some batted eyelashes too.
Why not? No one I know is on this train to see me being a slutty whore!"

Ben seemed about to faint. Terry noticed Ben's neck and face darkening.
"Oh shit!" Terry thought. "I've made him mad." As Terry stiffened and prepared to cower, Ben touched his side and said "Damn, boy. No one has made me blush for forty years. Yes, I am thick. And long, too. Just over eleven inches and not quite as thick as Art. You be ready when we come callin' at midnight. Us three are going to have some fun, yes we are." Ben started to walk away, then looked over his shoulder at Terry. Terry waved meekly. Ben did his deep chuckle and walked away.


Terry could barely contain his excitement. It was four pm now. Terry went back to his cabin and watched the midwest farmland roll by. He was too excited to nap. He read for awhile, then closed his eyes to rest for a moment. The next thing he knew it was dark. A light, but persistent knock came from his door. Terry sleepily answered it to find his new friend Art. A giant smile split Art's handsome face. "Hi Terry! It is now Nine pm" Art said. "Dinner service is almost to be over. Do you care to dine?" "No thanks" Terry said, as he leaned out of the room toward Art.
Terry looked both ways and found the hall deserted. Emboldened, he whispered "Ben told me about you. That I had to be "experienced" to handle you." Art darkened the same way Ben did. He was very surprised to hear such naughty talk from such an innocent face. Art motioned for Terry to move back into the tiny room. Terry stepped back and sat down.

This put him at eye level with Art's crotch. Art held a finger to his lips and said "Don't yell." Art pulled up his dashiki-like shirt revealing a small amount of washboard abs and a surprisingly tiny waist. Terry watched spellbound as Art un-did his belt, and slowly unfastened his pants.
Terry u*********sly licked his lips as Art pulled down his pants. What popped out next was the first uncircumcised cock Terry had ever seen. Pictures sure, but nothing prepared him for the spectacle of eight of the thickest inches Terry had ever seen. Art smiled and locked the door. Art held his legs together for a moment, the spread his feet shoulder width apart. Terry saw his balls for the first time. He was stunned by the magnitude of the African porter's equipment.




"Can I touch it?" Terry asked. Art smiled and said "You can do a lot more than that later. This will to be just a preview." Terry tentatively reached out his right hand to gently touch the foreskin. "Ah, but you have never seen a whole prick before, have you?" Art gloated smugly. "Only shortened ones, without the hood God provides!" Terry was mind boggled by the size. By the foreskin. By the fantastic musk of this potent,masculine man. As he began to pull back the foreskin, Terry wondered "Why me?" Art answered his unspoken question with a sigh,
"Women say they want a man to have a big penis, but when they see it hard for the first time they run away. The only ones not to be scared are lady-boys." Terry jumped when he heard the word "lady-boy". He pulled his hand back. Art looked down and said "Why have you stopped? He is not yet all the way big! Do you not like it?Trust me, it is cleaned. I have washed him twice today." "No No No" Terry said quickly."I love it! It's the most magnificent cock I have ever seen!" Art seemed wounded as he said, "Then why have you stopped pleasing him? He had only begun to be big. I wanted you to see what fun you will be having later!" Terry gulped back his apprehension and said, haltingly "You said "lady-boy". What is a "lady-boy?"
Art smiled and said "You are a lady-boy, silly. The best of both worlds! A boy who is soft and sweet and wears pretty clothes. A boy who knows exactly how to please and satisfy a man. Better than a woman because of no monthly bleeding, cannot be pregnant, and is not scared of a man-size penis. I cannot fit him into a woman unless she is old, and ugly from having many c***dren. Women will not suck on him either, even though I like that very much. They say he is too big or smelly, even when he is quite clean." Terry noticed that during Art's monologue "him" was swelling to his full three inch wide glory. Terry grasped the huge shaft and started to work his hand up and down it's thickness. Terry looked up at Art and suggested he remove his shirt. Art complied, thrilling Terry with his chiseled form. Terry asked "Are you a weightlifter?" "No, while I do lift the weights, I am a body builder." Art said. Terry ran his left hand over Art's massive bicep,up to his giant shoulders, down over his bulging pecs, and across his tight stomach. Terry then trailed across his lower abdomen, before finally placing both hands around his massive dark brown member. "So you PREFER ladyboys?" he asked, with a sly grin.


Terry thought he knew the answer already, but wanted to hear it out loud from his adonis. "Yes, of course Terry. That is what I have to been saying to you."
"So you wouldn't mind if I dressed up in sexy clothes while I sucked your cock?
Or wore a wig and make-up while you fuck my boy-pussy?" Terry asked seductively, as he started to enthusiastically jack Art's dick. Art laughed quietly "No Terry, I like all of that. Do you have anything like that with you? By the way, Ben likes lady-boys even more than I do. So no worries there." Terry smiled a smile of deep satisfaction as he lowered his mouth to Art's swollen cockhead. He was free to enjoy his kink with two of the most gorgeous men he had ever seen. Terry pulled the foreskin all the way back and took Art's helmet into his mouth. The head was not mushroom style, being virtually the same width as the shaft. But the shaft was WIDE. Terry was blessed with a large throat and had trained himself to have no gag reflex. It seemed as though all his "perversions" had been in preparation to handle his first real cock properly. Art looked down on Terry as the boy engulfed the top five inches into his throat. Terry began to moan as more and more of the titanic shaft passed over his lips. Art lightly rested his hand on top of Terry's head and said "I wish I could thank all the men who trained you so well." Terry pulled back, looked up at Art and said "You are the first. I have never sucked a man's cock before. Or taken one in the ass, for that matter."

You could have knocked Art over with a feather. He raised his eyebrows so far
they looked like they were trying to escape into his hairline. Briefly was he speechless, then he spluttered "But But But... How are you so confident you can handle all of him?" He pointed down to his pulsating, fully engorged penis. "How do you know you can take him into your mouth, your butt? Were you lying when you said you were experienced?" Terry thought a moment, the looked down at the huge brown cylinder of flesh in his hands. No better way to prove a point, he thought.


Terry took a few deep breaths, then breathed in and held it. He licked his lips then started down the shaft. With Art as aroused as he was, there was no longer a need to hold the foreskin back. Terry's lips met the index finger of his left hand as the first five inches were in. Terry moved his left hand down and under Art's sack,lifting and hefting his baseball sized nuts. His right hand continued to stroke the base of Art's tremendous cock. Terry noticed it seemed even thicker at the very base. Art had very little body hair anywhere but his chest, arms and legs. This pleased Terry, who had no desire to get hair in his teeth. The things you learn, he thought, reveling in the new sensations of a real man's hot cock. Terry pulled all the way off, took a few deep breaths, then started back down. When he reached his hand again, he looked up at Art. Art smiled and said "That feels wonderful, no one has ever taken that much before. Can you do more?" Terry nodded as well as he was able. He lifted all the way off, breathed, and went right back down. When he reached his hand again he took both hands away and put Art's hands on the side of his head. As Art gaped in surprise, Terry motioned that Art should pull Terry's head the rest of the way down. Terry had fantasized about being face-fucked as he rapidly rammed the big dildo down his throat, but never thought he could actually make it happen. Art was very cautious, afraid of hurting Terry. He could not believe that the slight boy he had met only a few hours before was now deep-throating his enormous prick. Terry was running out of air and had three inches to go. He figured,"Now is the best time" and shoved his face forward into Art's groin. Terry exulted when he felt Art's tight skin against his nose. Terry pushed even harder, and was rewarded with the wonderfully thrilling sensation of Art's satiny ballsack against his chin. Terry knew he had just a few seconds of air left, so he tried something that was one of his most erotic fantasies. He opened his mouth as far as he could and licked Art's balls.


Terry had an unusually long and limber tongue and was able to reach quite a lot of the wonderfully textured scrotum. At long last, Terry started to grey-out from lack of oxygen. He pulled his head all the way back, grabbed a few quick gulps of air, and went right back down again. This time Art felt more confident that he wouldn't damage Terry and face-fucked him in earnest. Terry felt Art's strong hands gripping the side of his head tightly as he was being throat-fucked. Art was completely lost in the throes of passion now, using Terry as a hole to be fucked.
Terry quickly pulled down his own pants, and started stroking his own dick.


This was, by far, the most erotic,fulfilling sexual escapade of Terry's young life. To be completely dominated. To be used for this muscular studs pleasure.
Nothing could be more arousing for the youth from Chicago. Terry was close to an orgasm after only stroking his prick five or six times. Art was stroking far enough to allow Terry to breathe once in awhile, if he timed it right. Terry felt like he could go on forever. The beefy stud with the enormous cock was not going to last much longer, however. As Art's strokes became more and more frenzied, and Terry's nose was jammed against Art's stomach more and more, Terry felt in Art's cock the unmistakable signs of impending orgasm. It grew even bigger, hotter and stiffer. Terry had never tasted any sperm but his own and wondered what it would taste like. Art gave a cry, and jammed Terry's face into his pubes. His balls spasmed as the first load shot directly into Terry's stomach. Terry's diminutive cock spurted as he had his own orgasm. Art pulled back a little as his mammoth cock continued to spurt into Terry's throat. Art pulled back a little more and Terry was finally able to enjoy the manly taste of Art's ejaculate. "When is it going to stop?" wondered Terry as the eighth and ninth spurt filled his mouth. Terry savored and swallowed the tenth through eighteenth spurts before he got his answer. Nineteen. That was when it was going to stop.
Terry just knew this was going to be the worst summer of his life. To be sent away as punishment for what he had done was unfair, at least in his own mind. His deeply religious father had caught him wearing his sister's old cheerleading outfit.Terry's first thought was to try to pass it off as a Halloween prank. Since it was late May at the time, this did not go so well. His mother kept in the background, and did not come to her son's defense(again). This saved her a beating (again) and the obligatory two weeks of wearing sunglasses (again).

Terry was to be shipped off to his (maternal) uncle's ranch in Northern California for the summer. This was not to be a vacation in any shape or form, as Earl (the uncle) made clear to Terry's father Ned. "We'll whip that boy right into shape, no doubt about it!" Earl couldn't see Ned's eyes widen at the mention of whips, but Terry sure could. "Oh well, thought the boy, can't be any worse than Dad's belt, or the paddle..." Ned was a gifted amateur at doling out punishment,as
his long suffering wife and son could attest.

Terry's older sister Dana had had enough by the age of sixteen, and ran away with the first man who asked her. Since then, she had been back a few times when her money ran out. Dana and her father had been unable to get along for more than a few weeks at a time,causing a lot of grief for the family, neighbors,cops,etc.

When Ned beat Dana for daring to talk back to him at dinner, Dana's "boss"
at the "Gentleman's Club" where she "danced" came over and beat the shit out of Ned. This was the last time anyone had seen Dana. She was in her early twenties now, and ready to live her own life. Dana leaving was both a good thing and a bad thing for Terry. Good in that she left behind most of her "dancing" wardrobe,along with some "regular" clothes. As regular as an eighteen year old slut's daily wear could be... Bad in that Terry was the focal point of his father's rage. Hardly a day went by during Terry's junior year that didn't end in some kind of punishment.

Terry was undersized at 5'4" and 110 lbs., further disappointing his dad.
Ned had been a high-school football star, and never let anyone forget it. Unfortunately, that had been the high point of his life. He followed up that success by washing out of the military, and never keeping a job more than a few years. This kept the family moving, never putting down roots in any city. Terry went to five different elementary schools, two middle schools, and two high schools. For a small, shy boy this meant no friends, or any kind of a normal social life. The only thing Terry was good at was singing and dancing. Of course Ned would not allow either c***d to pursue the arts, calling it "The work of the Devil." Even church choir was forbidden. Dana was more strong willed, and found that she had "credentials" enough to "dance" (strip) pretty much anywhere she wanted to go. Having the body of a centerfold at fifteen smoothed over any unpleasantness with I.D. for most of the club owners.

For that matter, even Terry's mother,Vivian, had a fine body when Ned married her.The years of emotional abuse caused her to have very low self esteem, so much so that she packed away all her old clothes, and now only wore drab, shapeless shifts.This was a mostly unsuccessful attempt to stop Ned from starting fights in a fit of jealous rage.

Terry was in a cross-dressers paradise for much of his teenage years. His sister's stuff,along with his mother's old clothes, fueled his desire for frills and satin. He was the same size as Mom and Dana, right down to Dana's shoes.
Terry thought his Mom knew about his habits, but did not tell. Vivian did not ask either. She might have wondered where all her make-up went, but never let on.

Terry was lucky to have advance notice of the California trip and was able to box and ship some of his prized possesions ahead of him. All the stripper clothes, shoes, and accesories went in the box, along with falsies,bras and panties,wigs and various personal hygiene items. (mostly Dana's vibrators, an enema kit/douche,and his collection of sissy porn.)

Terry hoped that Earl and his new wife Stacy would treat him as more than just free labor, but was unsure. He had only met his uncle twice. Both times Ned had gotten drunk and picked a fight. Earl was fifty pounds lighter than Ned, but taller and in MUCH better shape. Also sober. Ned was lucky to be carried away without permanent injury.

Terry sat with his Mom the night before the train ride from Chicago to Cali.
They spoke freely for the first time in years. As Ned slept soundly, she told Terry things he hadn't even dreamed of about Earl. Like that he had been an MMA fighter before there was such a thing. Or that he had retired at Forty from a lucrative medical practice to run his horse ranch. Even the fact that he had been married six times.

Vivian also talked about her life with Ned. She said that he had been a decent human being once. She spoke about her religious conviction and why she would never divorce him. Terry felt sad for his mother and hoped that one day he could rescue her. Terry finished packing and went to bed, knowing that tomorrow he would sleep under a different roof from his father. No matter what happened with Earl and Stacy, this would be a fresh start.




Terry awoke early, dressed, and was waiting by the car when his father came out. Ned grabbed the suitcases from Terry, and proceeded to rip them open and dump the contents on the dirty driveway. As he kicked Terry's clothes and shoes around, he said "I have to make sure you don't take any of your faggoty crap with you. We can't have Mr. High and Mighty offended by your perversions." A normal person would have been shocked or outraged, but Terry knew better. He brushed off as much as he could and repacked quickly.

The ride to the train station was mostly silent, save for Ned screaming profanities and racial slurs at fellow motorists. At the entrance to the station,
Ned did not even put the car in park, much less offer any kind of farewell. As soon as Terry had removed his two suitcases and closed the passenger door of the decrepit Ford, Ned powered away from the curb. Terry's last memory of his father was of being sprayed with gravel. The sound of the horn honking as his father used
his middle finger as a directional indicator was part of the normal routine.

Terry entered the station, found his train and proceeded to board.
A porter took his bags and showed him his seat, pointing out the facilities along the way. His uncle had made the travel arrangements, so Terry had no idea what to expect. It turned out far better than he could have hoped. Terry had his own room! It was just like a tiny hotel room, just without a bath. The porter was a large black man who barely fit through the
narrow door to the room. He introduced himself to Terry as Benjamin. While showing Terry how to open the bed, Benjamin's crotch rubbed against the small of Terry's back. Terry was both surprised and excited by the contact. He tried not to be too flustered, but knew Benjamin could see him blushing. When he was again face to face with the looming porter, Terry could not help but notice the bulge in Benjamin's burgundy uniform trousers. Terry realized that he had been staring at the man's package for far longer than was appropriate. When he raised his eyes to meet the calm gaze of the railroad man, Terry took a chance. Rather than the scared boy he was inside, he put on the look of a bottom cruising for action.
With a raised eyebrow, Terry licked his lips and said provocatively "Looks like I raised your excitement level a bit, hmmm?"

Ben started,not expecting THAT kind of reaction. He also took a chance. "Well it definitely looks that way. Do you like what you see? And feel?" he said.
Terry could not believe his eyes and ears. His first real pick-up could not have gone better. What was his next move? Terry wanted so much to enjoy everything this hunk had to offer,and so decided to go all out. He unwrapped a Tootsie-pop and as he began to work over the knob, murmured "Do you go all the way?". Ben actually stepped back, and gathered in the slightly built passenger. "Yes, I am the porter for this coach all the way to San Francisco." Both men stared at each other for a second, then Ben broke the pregnant pause by laughing gently. He leaned in close to Terry and whispered,"I think the real question is: Do YOU go all the way? Or are you just prickteasing an old man?" Terry gleefully replied, "I will suck your dick,and take it in the ass as hard and as often as you can do it to me. All the way to San Francisco."

Just then, another passenger asked Ben a question through the open door.
The tension broken, Ben turned away and said "I'll be with you in just a moment ma'am" He turned back to Terry and winked. "I'll see YOU later. I may have a special surprise for you." Terry was thrilled. For a few minutes he couldn't stop giggling. He checked the lining of his smaller suitcase and found the condoms, lube, and make-up that he had hidden there. In the false bottom of the larger case
he checked for the stockings, garter belt,bra and panties that he had selected earlier. This trip was starting off very well.




Terry had brought a book with him. The first eight hours passed quickly.
When the knock on the door roused him from a daydream, Terry leapt for the door.
A different porter was asking him if he wanted lunch. Apparently the dining car was going to stop serving soon, as they had to clean-up and begin dinner preparations. Terry dimly registered the words. It was the sound of the voice that captivated him. Art was the name on his nametag. His musical tone and accent sounded West African. He was not as tall as Ben, but much stockier. At first Terry thought he was fat, but as he squeezed into the doorway to let a family pass. Terry realized it was only a loose shirt. While Terry stammered out an affirmative to the lunch request, he looked closer at the young man. The shirt was a necessity to fit his oversize chest and arms. Art crossed his arms and pulled the fabric taut. Terry tried to keep his mind on food as he realized Art's arms were not only bigger around than Terry's thighs, but nearly as big as his waist!
Art smirked while enjoying Terry's appraisal. He said "I can lead you to the dining car if you want?" Terry thought "Oh very much yes. I DO want." Following Art through the train, Terry was mesmerised by Art's muscular buttocks. His burgundy uniform pants were just as tight as his shirt was loose. Terry thought that if Art had coins in his back pocket, Terry would be able to read the dates on them. This made Terry smile. Art chose this moment to glance over his shoulder and favored Terry with a return smile. Terry froze for a moment and thought "Could Art be the surprise Ben was talking about?


Terry decided to err on the side of caution and not eat a big meal. He ordered the fruit plate. That brought another smile to his face."Maybe I'll be the fruit plate for those big black studs." he thought. Fortunately Terry had chosen loose black dungarees to travel in. His hard cock cried for attention as he sat cross-legged, fantasizing about what had transpired so far. Not that five and a half inches of beef would scare anyone. It did show through tight pants, though.
Terry had eaten only sparingly over the previous twenty four hours. The stress from not knowing what might happen kept his appetite down. That now seemed to be serendipitous in that if he really were to take on some hard black cocks he would be fairly clean inside.

Terry had started masturbating at a young age. He had known he was attracted to men before middle school, but had been too scared to experiment with boys or men. It was one thing to be accused of being a faggot, entirely different to be proved as one. Terry shuddered to think what his dad would have done if presented with real evidence of his son's homosexuality. The beating he got for the cheerleader outfit was bad enough. For sucking a dick, his dad would have probably actually killed him. Terry brightened when he realized his dad was eight hundred miles away now. Ned might already have convinced himself that he had no son.
Terry looked at his watch. Yep, after noon on a Saturday in Chicago, Ned would be drunk. Most likely with a forest of empties around his recliner.

Terry stopped eating, finished his coffee and bussed his table. While wiping his table with his napkin, Terry got a nod of thanks and a big smile from the young waiter. It was such a change to be around nice people. Terry started to make his way back to his berth. On the way, he bumped into Ben. "Hey there, young man.
Anything I can do for you?" Ben asked, then chuckled deeply as he realized his double entendre'. "Maybe later," Terry said. As they passed in the narrow aisle,
Terry said under his breath to Ben,"Is Art the surprise you talked about?"
Ben's eyes lit up. "Oh my yes!" he said softly. "But that's only possible if you are "experienced". Are you experienced?" Terry was unsure of what the tall man meant. "Experienced? In what way?" he wondered aloud. Art made that same sexy chuckle and said " Art, as I'm sure you have noticed is very... how shall I say.... Thick, for lack of a better term. That applies to ALL of him. ALL...
of....him...." Ben stopped,waiting for an answer from Terry.

Terry could not believe what he was hearing. Was this mahogany colored dreamboat asking him if he could take a big,fat cock? Terry's sister Dana had left behind a number of "toys". One of them was a dildo bigger around than a beercan.
Terry had been afraid of it when he first saw it. Over the years he had worked up to it until he could take it with ease. In fact, it had just been replaced as his favorite by two of the smaller ones used together. After double penetrating himself with the black and pink rubber dongs, the big one wasn't quite enough anymore. Terry snapped out of it when he realised Ben really wanted an answer to his "experienced" question. Terry reached out and took Ben's arm, pushing up his shirt sleeve. Ben had a USN tattoo on the inside of his forearm about halfway between wrist and elbow. Terry grasped his arm right around the letters. His small hand was three inches shy of the fingers and thumb meeting. Terry estimated that was about the same thickness as the two rubber dicks together. "As long as he isn't bigger than that, or longer than eleven inches, I'm good." He told the astonished Ben. "By the way", Terry asked, emboldened by Ben"s response, "Are you thick too?" Terry thought "What the hell, I'll throw in some batted eyelashes too.
Why not? No one I know is on this train to see me being a slutty whore!"

Ben seemed about to faint. Terry noticed Ben's neck and face darkening.
"Oh shit!" Terry thought. "I've made him mad." As Terry stiffened and prepared to cower, Ben touched his side and said "Damn, boy. No one has made me blush for forty years. Yes, I am thick. And long, too. Just over eleven inches and not quite as thick as Art. You be ready when we come callin' at midnight. Us three are going to have some fun, yes we are." Ben started to walk away, then looked over his shoulder at Terry. Terry waved meekly. Ben did his deep chuckle and walked away.


Terry could barely contain his excitement. It was four pm now. Terry went back to his cabin and watched the midwest farmland roll by. He was too excited to nap. He read for awhile, then closed his eyes to rest for a moment. The next thing he knew it was dark. A light, but persistent knock came from his door. Terry sleepily answered it to find his new friend Art. A giant smile split Art's handsome face. "Hi Terry! It is now Nine pm" Art said. "Dinner service is almost to be over. Do you care to dine?" "No thanks" Terry said, as he leaned out of the room toward Art.
Terry looked both ways and found the hall deserted. Emboldened, he whispered "Ben told me about you. That I had to be "experienced" to handle you." Art darkened the same way Ben did. He was very surprised to hear such naughty talk from such an innocent face. Art motioned for Terry to move back into the tiny room. Terry stepped back and sat down.

This put him at eye level with Art's crotch. Art held a finger to his lips and said "Don't yell." Art pulled up his dashiki-like shirt revealing a small amount of washboard abs and a surprisingly tiny waist. Terry watched spellbound as Art un-did his belt, and slowly unfastened his pants.
Terry u*********sly licked his lips as Art pulled down his pants. What popped out next was the first uncircumcised cock Terry had ever seen. Pictures sure, but nothing prepared him for the spectacle of eight of the thickest inches Terry had ever seen. Art smiled and locked the door. Art held his legs together for a moment, the spread his feet shoulder width apart. Terry saw his balls for the first time. He was stunned by the magnitude of the African porter's equipment.




"Can I touch it?" Terry asked. Art smiled and said "You can do a lot more than that later. This will to be just a preview." Terry tentatively reached out his right hand to gently touch the foreskin. "Ah, but you have never seen a whole prick before, have you?" Art gloated smugly. "Only shortened ones, without the hood God provides!" Terry was mind boggled by the size. By the foreskin. By the fantastic musk of this potent,masculine man. As he began to pull back the foreskin, Terry wondered "Why me?" Art answered his unspoken question with a sigh,
"Women say they want a man to have a big penis, but when they see it hard for the first time they run away. The only ones not to be scared are lady-boys." Terry jumped when he heard the word "lady-boy". He pulled his hand back. Art looked down and said "Why have you stopped? He is not yet all the way big! Do you not like it?Trust me, it is cleaned. I have washed him twice today." "No No No" Terry said quickly."I love it! It's the most magnificent cock I have ever seen!" Art seemed wounded as he said, "Then why have you stopped pleasing him? He had only begun to be big. I wanted you to see what fun you will be having later!" Terry gulped back his apprehension and said, haltingly "You said "lady-boy". What is a "lady-boy?"
Art smiled and said "You are a lady-boy, silly. The best of both worlds! A boy who is soft and sweet and wears pretty clothes. A boy who knows exactly how to please and satisfy a man. Better than a woman because of no monthly bleeding, cannot be pregnant, and is not scared of a man-size penis. I cannot fit him into a woman unless she is old, and ugly from having many c***dren. Women will not suck on him either, even though I like that very much. They say he is too big or smelly, even when he is quite clean." Terry noticed that during Art's monologue "him" was swelling to his full three inch wide glory. Terry grasped the huge shaft and started to work his hand up and down it's thickness. Terry looked up at Art and suggested he remove his shirt. Art complied, thrilling Terry with his chiseled form. Terry asked "Are you a weightlifter?" "No, while I do lift the weights, I am a body builder." Art said. Terry ran his left hand over Art's massive bicep,up to his giant shoulders, down over his bulging pecs, and across his tight stomach. Terry then trailed across his lower abdomen, before finally placing both hands around his massive dark brown member. "So you PREFER ladyboys?" he asked, with a sly grin.


Terry thought he knew the answer already, but wanted to hear it out loud from his adonis. "Yes, of course Terry. That is what I have to been saying to you."
"So you wouldn't mind if I dressed up in sexy clothes while I sucked your cock?
Or wore a wig and make-up while you fuck my boy-pussy?" Terry asked seductively, as he started to enthusiastically jack Art's dick. Art laughed quietly "No Terry, I like all of that. Do you have anything like that with you? By the way, Ben likes lady-boys even more than I do. So no worries there." Terry smiled a smile of deep satisfaction as he lowered his mouth to Art's swollen cockhead. He was free to enjoy his kink with two of the most gorgeous men he had ever seen. Terry pulled the foreskin all the way back and took Art's helmet into his mouth. The head was not mushroom style, being virtually the same width as the shaft. But the shaft was WIDE. Terry was blessed with a large throat and had trained himself to have no gag reflex. It seemed as though all his "perversions" had been in preparation to handle his first real cock properly. Art looked down on Terry as the boy engulfed the top five inches into his throat. Terry began to moan as more and more of the titanic shaft passed over his lips. Art lightly rested his hand on top of Terry's head and said "I wish I could thank all the men who trained you so well." Terry pulled back, looked up at Art and said "You are the first. I have never sucked a man's cock before. Or taken one in the ass, for that matter."

You could have knocked Art over with a feather. He raised his eyebrows so far
they looked like they were trying to escape into his hairline. Briefly was he speechless, then he spluttered "But But But... How are you so confident you can handle all of him?" He pointed down to his pulsating, fully engorged penis. "How do you know you can take him into your mouth, your butt? Were you lying when you said you were experienced?" Terry thought a moment, the looked down at the huge brown cylinder of flesh in his hands. No better way to prove a point, he thought.


Terry took a few deep breaths, then breathed in and held it. He licked his lips then started down the shaft. With Art as aroused as he was, there was no longer a need to hold the foreskin back. Terry's lips met the index finger of his left hand as the first five inches were in. Terry moved his left hand down and under Art's sack,lifting and hefting his baseball sized nuts. His right hand continued to stroke the base of Art's tremendous cock. Terry noticed it seemed even thicker at the very base. Art had very little body hair anywhere but his chest, arms and legs. This pleased Terry, who had no desire to get hair in his teeth. The things you learn, he thought, reveling in the new sensations of a real man's hot cock. Terry pulled all the way off, took a few deep breaths, then started back down. When he reached his hand again, he looked up at Art. Art smiled and said "That feels wonderful, no one has ever taken that much before. Can you do more?" Terry nodded as well as he was able. He lifted all the way off, breathed, and went right back down. When he reached his hand again he took both hands away and put Art's hands on the side of his head. As Art gaped in surprise, Terry motioned that Art should pull Terry's head the rest of the way down. Terry had fantasized about being face-fucked as he rapidly rammed the big dildo down his throat, but never thought he could actually make it happen. Art was very cautious, afraid of hurting Terry. He could not believe that the slight boy he had met only a few hours before was now deep-throating his enormous prick. Terry was running out of air and had three inches to go. He figured,"Now is the best time" and shoved his face forward into Art's groin. Terry exulted when he felt Art's tight skin against his nose. Terry pushed even harder, and was rewarded with the wonderfully thrilling sensation of Art's satiny ballsack against his chin. Terry knew he had just a few seconds of air left, so he tried something that was one of his most erotic fantasies. He opened his mouth as far as he could and licked Art's balls.


Terry had an unusually long and limber tongue and was able to reach quite a lot of the wonderfully textured scrotum. At long last, Terry started to grey-out from lack of oxygen. He pulled his head all the way back, grabbed a few quick gulps of air, and went right back down again. This time Art felt more confident that he wouldn't damage Terry and face-fucked him in earnest. Terry felt Art's strong hands gripping the side of his head tightly as he was being throat-fucked. Art was completely lost in the throes of passion now, using Terry as a hole to be fucked.
Terry quickly pulled down his own pants, and started stroking his own dick.


This was, by far, the most erotic,fulfilling sexual escapade of Terry's young life. To be completely dominated. To be used for this muscular studs pleasure.
Nothing could be more arousing for the youth from Chicago. Terry was close to an orgasm after only stroking his prick five or six times. Art was stroking far enough to allow Terry to breathe once in awhile, if he timed it right. Terry felt like he could go on forever. The beefy stud with the enormous cock was not going to last much longer, however. As Art's strokes became more and more frenzied, and Terry's nose was jammed against Art's stomach more and more, Terry felt in Art's cock the unmistakeable signs of impending orgasm. It grew even bigger, hotter and stiffer. Terry had never tasted any sperm but his own and wondered what it would taste like. Art gave a cry, and jammed Terry's face into his pubes. His balls spasmed as the first load shot directly into Terry's stomach. Terry's diminutive cock spurted as he had his own orgasm. Art pulled back a little as his mammoth cock continued to spurt into Terry's throat. Art pulled back a little more and Terry was finally able to enjoy the manly taste of Art's ejaculate. "When is it going to stop?" wondered Terry as the eigth and ninth spurt filled his mouth. Terry savored and swallowed the tenth through eighteenth spurts before he got his answer. Nineteen. That was when it was going to stop.