WHAT TO DO WHEN YOU'RE STUCK ON THE TRAIN by Ben Greer (benjaminbk2010@gmail.com)
This story is a work of fiction. It was written by an adult and is not intended for minors.
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I live in Brooklyn, NY. I am a cumslut. I crave it like some people crave cigarettes, or chocolate, or sex, or whatever. I love all things gay sex (being a gay man) but in particular I love cum. I like it in my ass, on my chest, on my back, in my hands, and especially in my mouth.
I know that I'm not the first and only gay man to love eating a load, but knowing this about me is necessary information for the story I'm about to tell.
I was on my way back from the east side of Manhattan. I had gone to a sex party to get my cum fix. This particular party is for older men who are into younger men. I am definitely into older men, so this kind of thing is right up my alley. I had spent a while there meeting guys, flirting, watching guys get it on (another of my favorite pasttimes), and sucking down some loads.
When I left I swung into a nearby bar to have a few more drinks and see if there were any hot guys. Unfortunately there weren't, and by this time I was pretty drunk.
I walked to the 6 train at 28th street and waited. Luckily for me, the 4 was running local in the city and that's the train I take home, so I got on, sat down, and couldn't wait to get home and crash.
I was horny as hell from being at that bar and just thinking about all the dicks I wanted to suck. By the time the train hit Fulton Street, I was the only one in my car. Of course, it was 3:00AM.
The train made its way to Brooklyn but started slowing down in the tunnel between Bowling Green and Borough Hall. Then, it stopped. Great. I had no idea how long this was going to take. After a minute or two the lights suddenly went off in my car. I stood up and looked into the other cars - some of the lights were off, and some were still on. I shrugged my shoulders and sat back down to wait.
Well, my mind was racing with thoughts, and my dick was getting rock hard. I was in this dark car all by myself - why not stroke one out?
Feeling frisky, and a little inebriated, I whipped out my cock, spit on my hand, and started slowly stroking. For some reason the situation really turned me on and I started enjoying it very much. I slowed down to really take my time and enjoy it.
Suddenly the door between my car and the one behind it opened and a homeless man walked in. I could hear the rattle of his change cup. He was an older-looking black man with ratty gray hair. He was wearing a ripped t-shirt and sweatpants.
I didn't think to put my cock back in my pants. It was dark and I figured he would just walk on by when he saw that there weren't many people in here.
"Sir, excuse me sir," he said. I waved my hand indicating that I had no money for him. "Hey," he said, "what are you doing?" He was pointing at my dick, which was sticking straight up in the air.
I didn't answer - I was a caught off guard. "Hey," he said, "you want to see mine?"
What? Did he ask me if I wanted to see his cock? Again, I was too nervous and embarrassed to answer. Then, he reached down and whipped his dick out of his pants. It looked like a pretty hot cock. It was long, thick, and uncut. He started stroking it.
I started stroking mine again, thinking to myself "what in the hell are you doing?" Although, this was turning me on - a lot. His cock grew and grew - it looked positively juicy. I was just staring at it.
"You know," he said in a soft voice, "guys sometimes suck my cock. They like it. They pay me. I like it too."
"How much?" I asked
"Ten."
Fuck. Fuck yes. Ten bucks? I was going crazy with horniness. I ripped my wallet out of my pocket and dug a ten dollar bill out of it. I shoved it in his cup and leaned forward. He stepped towards me and I took this thick black tool in my mouth.
"Yea, yea...suck that cock"
I did - I sucked and sucked and sucked. I was loving it. My cock was dancing with excitement. I wanted his load. I didn't care about being safe - I just wanted it.
Just then the train started moving again - I knew my time was short! I picked up the pace.
"I want your load," I said "I want your fucking cum."
He laughed a bit and I kept sucking. I took my hand and started jerking his cock - I knew we'd be pulling into the next station soon. Suddenly he erupted inside my mouth. Cum! I sucked it down. It tasted terrific (as it always does).
The train was pulling into Borough Hall now - and the lights in my car finally kicked on again. I sucked like a vaccuum just to make sure I got all of this guy's juice and quickly buttoned my pants again. He walked away, very nonchalantly into the next car, asking people again for money.
I got up and exited the train - I still hadn't blown my own load, but I would take care of that soon enough. There was one girl waiting for the train who kind of gave me a funny look, but I ignored it.
I took a long walk home so I could find a secret spot to jerk my load out. I came across a small, quite alleyway and quickly stroked out a load. I swallowed that one too by jizzing in my hand and licking my hand clean.
I got home and fell fast asleep. When I woke up, I could hardly remember what I had done on the train, but something in my mind was telling me that I ate a terrific wad. I never forget a cumload.
So, now you know something about me that you didn't now before. Thanks for reading!
The End