
Train Driver 01
Hunter's father was a train driver, so when Hunter grew up, he also became a train driver.
This was not a job choice inherited from his family, but because Hunter really liked trains.
So when Hunter's father put young Hunter in front of the locomotive for the first time, Hunter fell in love with it.
Sometimes Hunter couldn't help thinking that when he saw it for the first time, he might have liked it because of his worship of the penis.
And now Hunter likes it, probably because he thinks that using the locomotive to describe a powerful man is the most appropriate.
They have a lot in common, such as the same steel body, strong, full of power, and beautiful lines,
which often makes Hunter think of a sweaty male body or an erect penis.
Especially the big smoke on the locomotive. Whenever the train whistle sounds and spews out billowing smoke,
Hunter's mind always emerges with the scene of a strong man screaming passionately and spraying the thick juice of life.
So Hunter chose a train-related subject to enter university without hesitation after graduating from high school,
and then joined the railway industry without hesitation and became a train driver.
Of course, the whole process was not smooth, especially after a long period of study and education, even the greatest pleasure would become boring.
It is said that university is a hotbed of sex, and everyone can mate and squander their youth in these years without restraint.
This is true, but it is about men and women, not men.
What's more, Hunter's hobbies are quite special. Not only does he like men, but he also likes uncles over 30 years old.
Unfortunately, Hunter has no love for those college seniors or juniors whose male hormones are so overflowing, but whose pubic hair looks immature.
Hunter loses interest when he thinks of reaching out to touch those white and tender bamboo shoots that look like they have just been unearthed and peeled.
So, four years of college were wasted - of course, I mean in terms of sex, Hunter's academic performance was excellent.
The only memorable thing was the night when Hunters could grow up to be train driver trainees.
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That night, a total of 21 students, including Hunter, successfully became trainees.
The other unfortunate ones had to review for another year before they could take the trainee exam again.
Despite this, 21 students passed the exam, which was a great harvest in recent years.
So at least 50 official train drivers joined the ranks of Hunters, and celebrated with Hunters the good result of 21 students passing the exam.
The celebration started at 8 o'clock.
The general pattern was a bunch of old and young men holding beer and drinking hard around the campfire, drinking as much as they could to death.
Hunter was bored counting the stars all night, surprised that after so many years they could still yearn to emit cold light - no passion, no humanity, but still happy to radiate each other. Maybe if it has a gender, it is male, otherwise why does it like to shoot so much? Of course, more often Hunter was holding beer with a group of hot-headed Straights around the campfire talking about women's menstrual cycle and the relationship between their measurements and sexual desire.
Although Hunter did not think that big breasts and big buttocks had any direct connection with the standard menstruation every 28 days, Hunter had to force a smile to show that he had great sexual interest in them. Finally, Hunter was really bored and left with an excuse. Because although Hunter could not discuss with others what shape of penis could arouse more sexual desire, or what style of glans could press the prostate deep inside the body, but Hunter could at least walk away to watch the stars.
Relatively speaking, this is at least more meaningful than discussing whether the shape of the labia minora is like a piece of rotten meat or a flower, although Hunter thinks it is more like a flower.
The stars in the night sky are still so indifferent. Hunter has told them his thoughts and secrets countless times, and they are still as indifferent and faithful to Hunter's secrets.
If making a wish to them can really come true, then Hunter will make a wish now,
Will they give him a man who loves and cares for him?
Hunter knows that his requirements are a bit high. This is a common problem among gays. They all hope that their men look like the sun god Apollo.
But Hunter still hopes that he has broad shoulders and narrow hips, a thin body, a height of 1.8 meters, dark brown eyes,
a thick head of slightly curly black hair, slender limbs, and slightly dark skin...
The most important thing is that he must have a huge and hard penis.
As long as you are gay, no one doesn't like huge guys, and the degree of obsession is just different.
While he was there, grinning and fantasizing, someone suddenly asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Hunter turned his head suddenly and was met with a pair of dark brown eyes.
Dark black eyes... and thick, slightly curly black hair!
"How old are you?" Hunter blurted out, his eyes sliding towards his crotch.
"At least older than you." The man was holding a beer bottle upside down, half of his face was hidden in the firelight, and there was an indescribable sexiness.
What did I say just now?
Hunter explained in a panic, "That's not what I meant. I was asking how old you are this year?"
He moved his eyes from bottom to top with regret, and the firelight flickered, hiding everything Hunter wanted to see in the shadows, and he couldn't see anything clearly.
"What did you mean just now?" The man grinned, and the laughter resonated in his chest: "I am thirty-three this year, of course I am older than you."
Looking at his eyes, Hunter's mind was in a mess, and he felt his face burning. He said randomly:
"Thirty? Mature is good... Thirty-three years old looks so young and sexy, eh? Oh? Ha! I didn't say anything!
What brand of aftershave do you use? It smells so good?"
Puff! The man sprayed out all the beer in his mouth and began to look at Hunter with a weird look.
Looking at his suspicious eyes, Hunter almost ran away!
Damn beer, damn stars, damn wishes, and those damn dark brown eyes!
Very good, they exposed all the secrets that they had hidden for nearly twenty years!
This question... Anyone who can ask another man such a question is either a G or a psychopath!
Hunter took a deep breath and grabbed the bottle with all his strength, ready to endure the embarrassing questioning and endless contempt that followed.
Because he felt that... although people like him also had normal emotions... but... people like him always hide their true feelings.
"You... are so cute." The man began to laugh, and leaned against Hunter uncontrollably.
Hunter could see that he was a little drunk.
"You... eh? Ah..." Hunter began to scratch his head, not knowing what to say.
Because none of the things Hunter expected came.
Hunter only knew that his body was indescribably strong,
and the thin fabric allowed Hunter to feel the muscle texture and body temperature under the clothes.
"Ouch!" The man staggered, stretched out an arm to wrap around Hunter's waist, and laughed loudly:
"I'm drunk... but... although my mind is not very clear, I still know... there is something wrong with you, kid!"
At the end, he pinched Hunter's waist hard.
Hunter shivered uncontrollably as if he was electrocuted. He lowered his voice and asked:
"It's itchy! What are you doing? I don't recognize you."
The man turned the empty bottle upside down and tapped Hunter's head, saying:
"I don't recognize you either. I just saw you staring blankly at the side, and couldn't help but come over to ask.
It's really heartbreaking to see such a pretty face with a gloomy expression! Ha!"
This... should be a tease, right? Ha?
The burning feeling on his face came all at once! Hunter said angrily: "You are sick!"
Unexpectedly, the man nodded seriously and said seriously:
"I am sick. Because Hunter is so urgent to pee now, he has become sick.
If you don't go to pee, I plan to shoot directly at the bonfire.
I want to see whether it burns more fiercely or my firepower is strong enough!"
"You are drunk!" Hunter grabbed him and stopped him from moving towards the fire.
Hunter didn't use much force, but the man fell over softly, and fell into Hunter's arms.
"Hi." He looked up at Hunter, and that naughty smile began to appear on his face again.
"I have no strength. If you don't help me to pee, I promise I will solve this problem on the spot."
The man leaned over and put his mouth to Hunter's ear, whispering.
Although the man's face was shaved, there were still some invisible beard stubbles under the cover of the night that made Hunter itchy and painful.
"You want to die, don't you!" Hunter grabbed his hand that was starting to zip up his crotch, and said angrily:
"Do you have water on your brain? Dare to pee here? Be careful to let it be cut off!"
"I'll give you the cut one." He smiled nonchalantly: "Hurry up, it's coming out!"
Hunter knew what he meant by coming out,
but his mind couldn't help but flash through the picture of his passionate ejaculation in his mind.
"Stand still! Don't move! You're so big, I can't hold you if you move."
Hunter shouted in a low voice, carefully holding the man's arm and walking towards the distant corner.
"So fierce! Really like my mother..." The man muttered in a low voice, obediently leaning on Hunter and walking towards the destination.
The noise of the crowd gradually faded away, Hunter helped him walk to the corner, and whispered: "Okay, start zipping."
The man threw away the bottle, glared at Hunter with some anger,
and began to stretch out a hand to touch up and down the lower part, randomly looking for the zipper.
There was no firelight, but the moonlight was clear and bright.
Hunter clearly saw how his palm stroked the crotch.
It first pressed against the fabric, then slid to the left, then to the right, and then moved down to the crotch.
When he pressed down with his palm, the skin was pressed down, but the fabric at the penis could not be pressed down, so it stood out, forming a cucumber-shaped protrusion. Sure enough... it was huge! Although Hunter could see that it was still soft and the head was pointing to the left thigh, Hunter could still distinguish the position of the head and the shaft, as well as the amazing size when they were added together.
