New Stop On 7 Train

As I boarded the 7-train home I thought the evening was a dud. Here it was 11:00 PM on a Friday night and all my friends were partied out and I was heading home-ALONE! When we stopped at the Grand Central/Lexington station several people boarded my car. I surveyed each closely. No luck this time-most of them appeared to be older couples calling it quits for the night. This did much for my self-esteem.

Suddenly the door leading to the next car opened and in walked a young man. He appeared to be in his twenties and was alone. This guy was so hot I actually moaned aloud at the sight him swaggering through the train car.

He had a milk-bone complexion and the reddest lips I have ever seen. His eyes were green and his baseball cap, which was turned backwards, covered his light brown hair. As he passed I noticed his cap read, "COCKS," from the University of South Carolina. It looked well worn and I wondered, was he?

He was wearing a ribbed tank tee and an open shirt that stretched across his rounded shoulders. His pants were cargo. His bubble ass stretched the thin canvas across his basket, nicely filling his inviting crevice. If given half a chance, I would have buried my face in his crack right there on the train.

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He walked by where I was sitting and stopped, steadying himself by holding a pole extended from floor to ceiling in the car. He seemed to be in a world to himself. As the train moved he leaned against the pole. After a couple of minutes I made eye contact. We both quickly diverted our eyes in that uncomfortable way. I looked, and again, he was looking at me. This time I kept looking and so did he. After a few seconds he parted those red lips exposing a set of beautiful white teeth.

As the train began to worm its way above ground, I found that we were staring at one another. This being New York City I became leery. With every new guy I meet I wonder what disturbing issues lie below the surface. I soon put those notions to rest as his movements began to perk other parts of psyche. He slowly moved his hips against the pole, accentuating his basket. The mound appeared larger. Unwittingly my hand moved to my crotch for adjustment. With that he smirked a little and moved the pole across his front with the bulge popping on the other side.

As my stop approached, I regretted the fact that I didn't live further out. I left the train and was making my way down the steps from the platform. I heard someone coming down the steps behind me. As I turned, it was he. As we made our way to the street level, he said, "Here `tis the best time o' the year to be in the City and me mates take off for Atlantic City." Could this be the luck of the Irish!

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"I hear you, my friends have all give out too."

"Sons o'bitches. They nary a pot to piss in and are off blowin' a wad for Donald Trump. They'll barely come back with their kits in tact."

"Why give it away, when you can drink and piss it away?"

He extended his hand, "Hugh Fitzpatrick. What you say we grab a pint?"

"Sounds great, I have a twelve pack at my apartment?"

"Okay but don't try anything funny." We both laughed and I led the way to my apartment.

Of course I had visions of grandeur as we got closer to my building. My mind was racing so fast I couldn't even really listen to what he was saying. I kept telling myself not to fuck this up. If worse came to worse, I could at least have a friend in the neighborhood.

Neither of us said anything in the elevator ride to the seventh floor-we just looked at each other. As we made our way to my door, "So, you went to USC?"

"No, I went to Trinity back home. I just like the hat. A little advertisement never hurt, you know?"

Boy, do I know.

As we entered I said, "Make yourself at home."

I went to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of Bass. I handed one to Hugh and then sat opposite him on the sofa. Without a word he stood and placed his beer on the end table and moved over next to me. He immediately moved towards me and I just sat there. His lips brushed my chin as his open mouth met mine. I sat my beer on the table next to me as he pushed his tongue into my mouth.

He moved one hand to the back of my head and another to my crotch. My cock immediately became rock hard as he aggressively massaged the mound in my pants. I placed one of my hands on his chin and the other on his right pec. His tit was lean and solid. His nipple was stone hard and I could feel his flesh heat as he became flushed. Our kissing was the forceful, loud, wet kind that only men really know. He moved his mouth to my ear and I shuddered as I thought of the pleasure to soon follow.

I fumbled with his pants as he lifted my shirt. He forced me back and pulled my arms up as he removed my shirt. He dove in for my left nipple, biting as he tweaked it with his tongue. The whole time he was working on my belt.

We pushed back and began tearing at our remaining clothing. I lifted my ass off the sofa, sliding my pants and boxer briefs down as I pushed one shoe off with the other. My cock slapped my belly and Hugh grunted, licking his lips. I stopped dead as I became aware of what a god Hugh was. There wasn't an ounce of fat on his body. His white flesh clung to his muscles; the light on the end table made dramatic shadows on his six pack abs and sculpted chest. His hairless body was lithe as he quickly shucked all remnants of clothing and moved to his knees on the sofa next to me.

As I moved in close, I could faintly see the blue veins rushing under his milk bone complexion. His scent was one of musk and faded cologne. I mouthed his nipple and made my way to his hairless armpit. As I buried my face he moaned in ecstasy. He massaged his hands down my back and towards my ass. He was strong and muscled his way across my body. He groped my cheeks splitting them. He licked his fingers and quickly returned his hand to rub my asshole. I had never had such tempestuous sex. The passion was paralyzing.

Hugh sat back on his ass and spread his legs. I mirrored his actions and soon we were entwined, our cocks touching. We kissed fiercely and took turns jacking our throbbing rods together. I moved back and down to closely inspect this piece of meat. His piece was about seven and a half inches long and wide. I could literally see the blood pulsing through it. Hugh was pushing on my back as I lifted it and licked each of the tow grooves that ran along the center under the cock. His salty passion was evident in the pre-cum that gushed forward.

I ran his cock over my lips as though his cum were lip balm. As I opened my mouth his steel rod made its way quickly to the back of my throat. With no effort, I worked his cock as if I was born to it. He pressed his hands deeply into my flesh.

Hugh protested he was cumming. I pulled back long enough to reassure we were far from over. I returned to his cock, pumping for jism as though it were my lifeblood. His cock looked as though it burst and he lifted his ass as volley after volley of nectar made it way down my throat, dribbling from the corners of my mouth.

Hugh lifted my face to his, licking his own cum from my chin. He rammed his tongue down my throat as if he were going for the rest of the sweet load I had just swallowed. He moved deftly to my left nipple biting and sucking hard. Hugh wrapped his arms around my thighs and swept me to my back. His head disappeared between my thighs as he mouthed the tender area between my sac and hole.

The sound of sex filled the room as we were both taken by lustful passion. His tongue swept over my hole, tracing my crack from cock to spine. He moved back to my hole and filled me with saliva. I begged to be fucked.

Again to his knees, Hugh pressed his entire shaft into me in one full swoop of his hips. His assault on my prostate led me to a world I was not aware even existed. He began a rhythm akin to that of a firecracker. I opened my eyes to see my throbbing rod slapping against his belly, then mine, my precum was gushing, slinging on us both.

Hugh pounded my ass so hard I thought he would crush my nuts. As I held and massaged my balls, Hugh took one hand and began to stroke my cock fiercely. I have never been this hard. My cock ached as I longed to spew. Hugh's face contorted and I could feel his second load spattering inside of me. This sent me over the edge.

My load began to erupt sending rope after rope of sticky cum all over Hugh's chin, neck, and chest. As he released my cock, the cum continued to pour out of me. It wasn't even erupting anymore, just pouring out.

Hugh collapsed on top me. I could feel the cum oozing as we pressed together for another kiss, catching our breath. Within minutes I could feel my cock stirring and I wrapped my arms around Hugh, rolling us over so I would be on top. As I placed my wet fingers to his asshole, Hugh sighed, "Should I call in sick for Monday?"

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