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Thursday, July 31, 2014

All Male Fiction: Subway Suck

By: Unknown Author & Ryan Michaels
It was around two in the morning as I boarded the subway, taking a seat in the last car, which was completely empty. Not a big surprise at that time of the morning. I was traveling home from the downtown area, and I began reading an old newspaper someone had left behind to pass the time since I had to travel to the very end of the line. I was enjoying the quiet of the empty car until the train pulled into a station and a young man got on and sat down opposite me.

Of all the places to sit, I thought, wondering why he sat facing me when there was an entire empty car of seats to choose from.

As the subway crawled out of the station, I took the opportunity to peek at him from behind my newspaper, as the young guy stared out the window. He had a handsome face, with dazzling eyes, a nose that fit his face perfectly, and full lips. Solidly built, he was wearing a muscle shirt that clung to his body, revealing nicely developed pecs, erect nipples standing out against the fabric, and a flat, hard stomach.
As I was checking him out, he pulled his left leg up, putting his foot on the seat, and leaned back with the back of his head touching the window. He placed his hand on his raised knee and closed his eyes.

What he apparently didn't notice was that the leg of his shorts had slid up and allowed me a free and full view. He wasn't wearing underwear, and hanging down his left thigh was his cock and a set of smooth low hanging balls. The head of that cock was almost sticking out of the end of his shorts.

My throat felt dry and my heart skipped more than one beat. I was mesmerized and put the newspaper down on the seat next to me and just continued to gawk between his beefy legs.

Then just moments later the subway train suddenly came to a halt and then the lights went out.

Seconds later, emergency lights came on followed by an announcement over the speakers saying: "We're sorry but we are experiencing a power outage on the tracks. We ask that all passengers remain in their seats. Do not attempt to pass through the doors between cars. The problem should be rectified shortly. If the problem is not resolved within half an hour, a subway attendant will make his way through the cars and will escort passengers safely through the cars and the tunnels to the next station. We thank you for your patience."

"This sucks!" the young guy blurted, opening his eyes and pulling his head forward, and I averted my eyes from where they had been looking.

In the state I was in, hearing him say the word "suck" filled my head with only one thought: his cock! And, with his eyes now focused elsewhere, my eyes went back to stare down at his crotch… or up his pant leg, I should say.

As I stared, my eyes widened slightly when I saw his penis twitch and then begin to move a bit. I looked up and his attention was not focused on me at all, so I looked back down. His dick continued to move and quickly grew to a state of semi-erectness. I licked my lips at the sight of it, and then I heard the sound of the guy clearing his throat.

I looked up and the young stud was looking right at me. "Hey! Are you looking up my shorts, dude?" he asked.

Feeling more than a little embarrassed, I replied, "What? No! I wasn't looking at you at all," and quickly looked away.

"Yes you were. You were trying to get a peek at my dick, weren't you?"

"No! I wasn't looking at you. Please, just leave me alone," I responded, a bit fearful now of what this younger, stronger guy might do to me after catching me looking up his shorts as we sat trapped all alone on a subway car stuck in a tunnel.

"Yeah you saw my dick, and you liked getting a look at it," he said nodding at my crotch.

I knew I had gotten hard, but what I didn't know, what I found out when I looked down to my crotch, was that my hard-on was tenting my pants.

I grabbed the newspaper and put it over my crotch and then looked back up at him, my face feeling flushed again. "I, uh, was just thinking about screwing my wife when I get home," I blustered.

"Yeah? Is fucking your wife's cunt what's really got you all boned up, or was it the thought of sucking on this?" he said as he reached down into his shorts, pulled his semi-erect cock out the top, and then wrapped his hand around it and began tugging on it.

I couldn't believe what was happening, and I just gawked at his cock. Even in the dimly lit subway car I could clearly see his cock growing harder in his hand, and that it was already oozing pre-cum.

My own trapped cock throbbed as I watched him play with himself. It was pretty clear now that he wasn't looking to beat me up, and I reached down and squeezed my hard dick through my pants, the movement of my hand causing the newspaper to fall to the floor of the subway car.

As soon as it hit the floor, he stood up and made his way over to where I sat. Standing right in front of me now, he pushed down on his shorts and they fell to his ankles, and then he stood there with his hands on his hips staring down at me. "This is what you wanted to see, isn't it. Go ahead, get a real good look at it, up close and personal like."

Nervously, I looked down the length of our subway car, through the window in the door at the end, and into the next car. It was dimly lit as well, but I could see that there was no one in it, and I removed my hand from my crotch and quickly wrapped it around his dick.

He chuckled and said, "Yeah, I knew it was my cock that got you all excited, not your wife's pussy." Then he moaned softly as I slid my fist down the length of his semi-rigid pole. It got the rest of the way hard almost instantly, and this young stud wasn't just hung, but well-hung, packing a piece of meat that had to be eight-and-a-half to nine inches long!

"Don't just play with it. I can do that myself. Suck it!" he said after just a few seconds.

I squeezed his cock and slid my hand back up to the head, and a clear drop of pre-cum oozed out of his piss-slit, and then slowly trickled down over the tip to the underside of his swollen knob.

I looked up into his eyes as I stuck out my tongue, and then leaned forward and flicked the tip of it under his cockhead and ran it up and over the tip of his cock, licking up the pre-cum that had just oozed out.

"Yeah, lick it! Lick it clean!"

With all eagerness, I swirled my tongue all over the head of his cock, lapping the rest of the pre-cum that already soaked the tip.

"Oh, fuck, yeah! Put it in your mouth! Suck it for me!"

I looked at him and grinned and then I took the head of his cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue over it, and then slid my mouth down the length of his shaft.

"Unh, yeah!" he moaned.

Despite the large size of his cock, I eventually managed to get it all the way down my throat, and he obviously was impressed by that, probably not used to someone taking all of it, perhaps never having experienced that before, because his knees wobbled and he groaned, "Oh my fucking god! You just took all of it down your throat, dude! Oh, yeah, keep doing that, keep deep-throating my huge motherfucking cock!"

I wanted to keep it down my throat for him, but I couldn't last like that for more than just a few seconds, and, sliding back up, I began to bob up and down on his big thick cock.

As his moaning increased and his hips began to slowly thrust, I began to fondle his balls while I sucked him. They were already drawn up, and just as I discovered that, his words let me know what his balls had already told me. "Oh fuck! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ahhhhhhhhh! Unghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he cried out, grabbing my head and forcing his cock down my throat as he busted his nuts, flooding the back of my throat with what seemed like an almost endless tidal wave of hot spunk.

"Shit! That was fuckin' incredible!" he said panting as he let his still hard cock slip from my mouth. (Oh to be that young again where you can stay rock hard even after you cum!)

"I've had years of experience," I replied with a smile.

"Really? How old are you?" he asked.


"Oh wow, I just turned twenty last Tuesday. I can't believe I just got sucked off by a forty-eight year old guy. You're old enough to be my dad. Actually, my dad's younger than you," he chuckled.

"So, I guess that means I'm too old for you to return the favor, then, huh?"

"Oh, no, I didn't mean it like that. I love older guys. I've just never been with one before and couldn't believe that I finally did it with one. So, yeah, I'd love to return the favor and suck your cock, too," he grinned.

"Great!" I said and reached down to open up my pants.

"No, let me take it out," he said as he got down on his knees in front of me.

He reached out his hand and squeezed my cock, and then ran his hand up and down my hardness, feeling its length. "I'm afraid it's not nearly as big as yours," I said.

He chuckled. "Most aren't," he said, proudly, cockily, and then he unzipped my pants, dug into the front of my boxers and wrestled my hard five inch cock out into the open.

"Mmm, hot cock! I love uncut dick!" he said as he reached out and pinched my excess foreskin, giving it a hard tug.

My cock was oozing buckets of pre-cum juice under my foreskin, and when he peeled it back and saw that, he said, "Oh fuck yeah, nice wet, juicy cock!" and then flicked his tongue over the head of my prick. Releasing my foreskin, he then drilled the tip of his tongue into it, darting his tongue in and out a few times, and then he clamped his lips around the head of my throbbing cock and began exploring it with his tongue.

His tongue fluttered round and round the head of my dick driving me crazy, and then he slowly began to take my cock deeper into his hot mouth, moving his head back and forth, slurping and sucking my prick as he gave my balls light tugs.

While gasping and panting, I heard myself say, "Oh yeah, that's it, suck that daddy dick!" I have no idea where that came from, but he obviously liked it, because he moaned loudly around my cock upon hearing my words and then began to bob up and down on it more quickly.

He gave my cock one long hard suck up to the head and then popped off it and began licking and lapping the underside of my stiff rod, and then moving to my nuts. His tongue began bathing my balls and then he took one in his mouth and tossed it around with his tongue, before taking the other, and tossing them around together.

When his hot lips locked back down onto my cock, he took it into his mouth until the head of my cock went down in his throat. Unlike with one the size of his, deep-throating a five inch prick isn't that much of a challenge for a lot of people, so I had experienced the sensation often, but it was still always nice to feel it, and I threw my head back, bumping it against the subway car window behind me and groaned, "Oh yeah, suck it! Make me cum!"

He responded by bobbing his head up and down faster and faster, and at that point I knew I couldn't hold off much longer. And then he started to slow down and slid his mouth up as though he were about to pull off.

"Oh god, don't stop! Please don't stop!" I begged, panting, putting my hand on the top of his head, and he plunged back down on my cock again.

With my eyes squeezed shut, I began whimpering as my dick exploded in his mouth, squirting its load of semen down the young stud's throat.

When he pulled his head off my sensitive cock, I sat there for a moment with my eyes still closed just enjoying the post orgasmic bliss. When I opened them, he was already back in his seat, and the normal subway car lights were back on, and then the train started moving, making its way through the dark tunnel again.

He stood as the train began to slow to enter the station. He looked at me and smiled and said, "Time to get off old man," and then I saw his eyes dart down to my crotch, "Get off the train I mean," he said and let out an uproarious laugh and then exited the train as the doors slid open, still laughing, leaving me perplexed and bewildered. I looked down and could see my hard cock outlined in my pants, with a big round wet spot on the front of my pants!

Fuck! It had all just been a dream!

I could feel my face burning red as I stood and slipped off my jacket and held it in front of my wet crotch. I quickly made my way out of the subway and walked the few blocks home. I quietly slipped into the bedroom and took off my cum soaked pants and underwear, pulled my shirt off, slipped on a clean pair of boxers and slipped into bed next to my wife.

That dream was the closest thing I'd had to cock in the twenty years that I've been married, and it made me realize that twenty years is far too long to go without it. I think I just might have to do something to change that!
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