Train is a slang term for a sex act that involves a group of men forming a line in order to each have intercourse with a person.
My favorite kind of trains are the ones where a porn star tries to break the “World’s Biggest Gangbang” record. Hundreds and hundreds of men stand in line and they all get their five minutes with her. Lisa Sparxx, for example, holds the record because in 2004 she had sex with 919 men. Over the afternoon she had 3 real orgasms, 512 fake orgasms, and said “Daddy, you’re the best of them all” 919 times.
If you’re going to arrange a train for your special someone, I suggest putting the men in order of penis size, with the largest member going last. That way, it is a build up for the woman, gradually filling her up with bigger and thicker cock as time goes by. It’d be a bit of a let down if the last guy in the train has a micro-penis after a marathon of massive man-meat.
1. Lisa was tired of having a boyfriend that would fuck her for an hour, and then go to sleep. So, she decided to have a weekly train at her apartment every Saturday. She’d let as many as twenty men come over and form a train, fucking her from just after dinner until late the next morning. By the end, her cunt looked like an empty Pringles can, but you couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. It became known around town as the Lisa Saturday Train, and was so popular at one point, that you had to wait three months to get a spot in the line-up. I was a good friend of hers, so she always let me be the caboose (the last man in the train).
2. When Barry decided to embrace his homosexuality, he really wanted to jump in with a splash. During his twenties, while he was dating women and denying his true sexual nature, he would often use butt plugs and dildos to fuck himself with when he was alone and masturbating. Suffice to say, his asshole was used to large objects. So, one night when he was tripping balls on some killer club drugs, he went to the local homosexual club for bears. He walked up to the DJ, took the microphone, and announced that he would be in the bathroom if any of the men would like a piece of his newly-available ass. Then he went into the bathroom, pulled down his pants and underwear, and bent over the sink. On the sink beside him was a box of 300 condoms and a jug of lube. One by one, every bear in the club took turns having a train on Barry’s anus. By the time the bar closed, Barry had had over one hundred cocks in his ass. He felt free as he walked (bowlegged) home that morning. His life had started over. He wasn’t ashamed anymore.
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