The cruising, the eye candy and sometimes picking up a trick or two.
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By Kevin McLean
I was staying with friends in Fort Lauderdale in order to save some money and not pay the dorm for the three months of summer while I took a temporary job only for the summer at the airport. The job then turned out to be a part time that I continued so I could get flight benefits. But rather than driving to work every day I chose to ride the train. Not a bad deal if you consider that you spend the same amount for gasoline and all the aggravation that comes with the driving.
But what I liked best was delighting my eyes with all the fellows that rode the train. Cars cost money and the upkeep as well; so that for a young person one viable alternative is to take public transportation. That may be the reason that you see a larger number of young guys riding trains and buses.
For some strange reason I still have not been able to figure out; some days the trains would be almost empty and yet other days it would be so full that it was necessary to stand. It was during one of these days that I was standing next to this gorgeous guy not more than a foot away. We were both holding on to the same pole and his arm was raised so that I had a perfect view of his armpits.
When we arrived at the Opa Locka station even more people got on so that I had to move even closer to the dude. Now my nose was almost at the level of his armpits since he was considerably taller than me. It was so close that now I was able to capture some of his macho scent. That sent my pucker into cartwheels and my cock went into erection mode.
It was difficult for me not to look, not to smell, not to be interested. This dude was a babe and he knew it. He looked down my way and smiled. The train went on full speed. Once during the process of slowing down and stopping, my face actually came in contact with his t-shirt in the underarm area. That did it for me. He looked at me again and caught me licking my lips. He smiled once more but this time he said: “you like those, don’t you?”
As the colors on my face transitioned from carrot orange to beet red; I knew I was busted but I didn’t regret it…this guy was something else. What would you have said in my place? Well, I looked at him in the eyes and said: “dude, you can’t blame me, not only are you one hot dude but you have the most delicious macho scent”
Now the ball was in his court and I suppose he wasn’t expecting that answer. He smiled at me once more, this time he was genuinely amused and looked at me straight in the eye and asked me: “What station do you get off?”
Me: “Fort Lauderdale”
Dude: “I get off in Pompano…would you like to ride to my stop, I’ll take you back in my car and maybe you can get better acquainted with my armpits?”
Me: “Oh, that would be super…by the way my name is Kevin”…and he said: “I’m Stan, glad to meet you”
We rode to his stop and all the while he maintained his arm raised just teasing the hell out of me. More people got off and we both got a seat next to each other. The first thing he did was apply pressure with his leg to mine. It was a deliberate effort to let me know he was interested…well, I knew that already because he wouldn’t have asked me to ride to Pompano. We got in his car and his house was a short drive away. What awaited me was incredible even for a seasoned, long time slutty fag like me.
The guy took off all of his clothes and there was in front of me one of the most perfect bodies I have ever seen. The face, the cock, everything about this guy was super hot. But he was more than hot…he was passionate and assertive. He took the lead and began to take off his clothes and did a bit of posing…he knew he had a nice body and wanted validation. I was more than happy to give it to him…hell; I’d worship the son of a bitch with a fine body like that.
Then Stan came after me with a vengeance, so aggressive that I surrendered almost immediately…I was like play dough in his hands, he could have done anything he wanted at that point and I would have gone along with it.
First he forcefully put both hands behind my head and subdued me to my knees in order to suck his dick. I realized that it was one big mother fucking cock and it wasn’t going into my mouth…I knew that as I felt the sides of my mouth ripping and I would not be able to “service” him properly. I think he knew it as I am sure he has had this situation before…I seriously doubt there is any human being with a mouth big enough to allow that big cock in it. So he did the best thing: he actually turned me around and began to eat my ass.
His rimming was not meant to provide me with any pleasure but to prepare the way for the onslaught of his humongous penis…he knew he had to relax me, prime my pucker or penetration would prove to be impossible. After he ate my ass for a little while fingers were inserted and I was almost ready for penetration…I say almost because nobody is actually ready for the penetration of a monster cock like his.
It went in! I thought…but it was not only halfway, it was also stretching my pucker to limits I had never experienced before…trying to recall the pain…only when I got fucked that one night by two fourteen inch dicks one after another did I feel this much pain; and then again it was more because the cocks were very long, not as thick as this one.
Then it hit…he rammed the mother fucking thing all the way in and my whole body was invaded by pain. I was grabbing the sheets of the bed and was biting down on a pillow and let out some unintelligible sound like: “auhghhmmmuuooohghhhhhoooooo, aaaaaaaaah, aaaaaaaa!”
But I also knew that something remarkable was happening and the pain as intense as it was would turn into pleasure; just as intense and it did. “Oh, shit, fuck, that hurts, oh, fuck, that is enormous, that is one big cock, oh, fuck” I said and his response was: “Yeah, baby, take it, take it all and enjoy it because I am going to give you a fuck you will never forget…you are going to be begging for more” and he did. As he began to work it, plunging into my hole with all his might the pleasure was almost as unbearable as the pain that preceded it. He was increasing the pace and the distance it would penetrate and then pull out.
He finally made the familiar sounds of a man invaded by the madness that an impending orgasm requires: “oh, shit, fuck, oh, man that is one tight ass, oh, fuck, shit, I’m gonna cum….aaaaaaaaah, aaaaaah, aaaaaaaaah, ugh, ugh, ugh, aaaaaaaah, ugh, fuck, yeah, ugh, aaaaaaaaaah” and with that he flooded my innermost parts with his man juice.
He was right about me begging for more. He gave me his phone number as he dropped me back to the Fort Lauderdale station where my car was and he said for me to call him. I did call after a couple of days of recuperating from that fuck and it seems he didn’t have time for me. I suppose that for a big cocked guy like him it is a lot less work to fuck some slutty cunt that has a very loose pussy than to go through all the work he did to fuck my ass even if it was extremely pleasurable for him.
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