He continued to finger fuck my asshole with what I reckoned were probably three fingers. Then he moved behind me and I felt his cock head against my butt hole. He grabbed the handles of the horse and heaved his cock into me. The pain was intense but he wasn’t about to stop, so I started doing my breathing exercises I had learned whenever I had to get my arm into its socket after it had dislocated playing football. This was better as it relaxed the muscles of my ass and the pain vanished. I was now able to concentrate on the fact that there was a fucker behind me, his 8” cock riding my ass. Instead of being outraged by this position, I began to actually enjoy it. So this is what gay bareback sex is about, I thought. Suddenly, he pulled out of me and shot a fountain of hot salty cum all over by back and ass. He sighed with satisfaction and told the guys that the train was about to leave the station, so all who wanted to had better get on board. They lined up, some fully dressed with their cocks protruding from their flies, while others had only shirts on. Many were totally naked. All had hard-on’s and were stroking themselves patiently waiting their turn to cum in me.
