Date: Mon, 05 Apr 1999 06:35:18 PDT
From: eagleman_50@hotmail.com
Subject: THE REAL DEAL

  This story contains sex between two guys, if this is not your thing 
then you shouldn't be reading this stuff. This is a fictional erotic 
encounter, no STD can be caught because it's not part of the story line.  
Be careful and take precautions.
   Eagleman_50@hotmail.com

   Anyone who is a regular rider of the NYC subways knows that one thing 
you do not do is stare.  You don't stare at anyone on the subway because 
it can get you into serious trouble.  Most of the time when I get on I 
do one of two things, read something or close my eyes and daydream.  I 
have learned not to stare because I know there are lot of people who 
take offense and the negative reactions are not worth it.  But, that's 
the way I met Raul. I caught him staring at me and the result was 
anything but negative.
   I got on the train one morning on my way to work in Manhattan.  The 
ride from where I live in Brooklyn is about 45 minutes and I was into a 
book that I had started a couple of days before.  There are some people 
that I see every morning in the station and I nod to them, but I really 
don't interact with anyone to much.  This particular Monday morning I 
had noticed this handsome homeboy coming into the station just as I did. 
I took a look and then moved on. He stared at me and a sort of 
half-smile broke out on his face, but nothing else.  When the train 
came, I got on and he was lost in the crowd.  I didn't think anything of 
it except to note that he was handsome.  The next morning I saw him 
again.  This time he gave me a full smile and I gave him one back.  
Again, we were separated when the train came and I went on to work, 
engrossed in my book. When I saw him on the third day I was sort of 
looking for him, because by now I had figured out that we rode the same 
train every morning.  It was curious, though, I had never seen him 
before two days ago. This time he got into the same car and stood a few 
feet away from me.  I found a seat, took out my book and got into it. 
But when I looked up from my book I found him staring at me.  I paid him 
no attention and looked back down, but curiosity caused me to look up 
again.  He was still staring and this time he smiled at me.  I smiled 
and nodded at him, and then went back to reading. But, I could no longer 
concentrate.
   He was definitely good looking - about six feet tall, an almond 
colored Hispanic, maybe 19 or 20, straight black hair, dark eyes, thick 
eyebrows with a narrow mustache.  It was winter and he had on a parka 
with the usual baggies, so I couldn't tell too much about his body.  It 
didn't matter, though, because his face was really nice.  I had no idea 
what was on his mind, but I knew what was on mine.  
   By the way, my name is Adam.  I'm black, rather dark-skinned, 6'1'', 
nice build, 20 years old.  I work out and my pecs stick out over a six 
pack that is awesome.  I have long muscled legs, jutting buns and a nice 
piece between my legs.  I've been told that I'm handsome, a kind of 
young Billy D. Williams. Anyway, this dude is scoping me and I'm 
wondering what's in his head.  I looked up again and he's still smiling 
and looking.  Just as I was about to get back to my book he walked over 
and stood right over me.
   "Wassup?"
   "Wassup?"  I whispered.
   "What's your stop?"  Curious question, I thought.
   "Brooklyn Bridge."  Just then the lady sitting next to me got up to 
get off and he sat down.  He turned toward me and continued the 
conversation.
   "Raul, Raul Rodriquez."  He put out his hand and I took it.
   "Adam Williams. What's goin' on?"
   "Saw you at the station.  I just moved to Brooklyn and I'm new to 
ridin' this line."  He was looking at me with his piercing black eyes, 
all the time giving me that winning smile.  I liked this kid!
   "Where you goin'?"
   "Brooklyn Bridge. I work at Federal."
   "Oh. I work at DMV."
   "Hey, we're neighbors at work, too."
   We continued to talk for the rest of the ride.  Nothing serious, 
light stuff, but there was definitely something between us, something 
nice.  At the Brooklyn Bridge stop we got off and started out of the 
station.
   "You wanna do lunch?  I'm flexible."  He looked at me as we were 
ascending the stairs.
   "Sounds good, Raul.  1:00, meet ya at Worth and B'way."
   "Great."  He grabbed my hand, pulled me into a homeboy hug and walked 
off.  I looked at him as he moved off, waiting for him to turn and give 
me that fabulous smile.  I knew he would and he did.
   It seemed like 1:00 couldn't come fast enough.  When it did I hurried 
to the corner and there he was, smiling.  We hurried in to Mickey D's 
and I ordered something, don't remember.  I was too busy taking Raul in 
to concentrate on taking food in.  We talked like two old friends and I 
realized I was hooked into this dude.  If he wasn't into what I was into 
I was going to be one disappointed brother.  We made plans to meet at 
the subway station when we got off.  We did and we rode back to Brooklyn 
together, talking all the way.  At the station we stood next to the 
token booth, jabbering like two old ladies.  I could see he didn't want 
to leave and I knew I sure didn't. I was wondering how something like 
this could happen so quickly.
   "Where do you live, Raul?"
   "Around on Herkimer. You?"
   "On Malcolm X, two blocks up."
   "You gonna invite me over?"  He was grinning, but I knew he was 
serious.  I wanted him to be serious.
   "Sure thing.  How about tonight?"  I figured I might as well go for 
broke.
   "Just what I was thinking."  He laughed and pushed me gently.
   "About 8 or so. OK?"  
   "Gimme the address and I'll be there."
   I gave him the particulars and my digits and got his in case 
something came up. Something was already up but I was hiding that.  We 
clasped hands, I gave him a homeboy hug and we left. As I was walking 
home, it occurred to me that I had invited him over on the perfect 
night. I live with my grandmother and Wednesday was her church night. 
She usually got picked up about 7:30 and stayed until 11, sometimes 
later. We had a good relationship and she pretty much left me to do my 
thing. She had raised me since I was about four and I was the apple of 
her eye.  I tried to do right by her, because she had had so much grief 
in her life.  I think she knew about my sexual proclivities but she took 
that in stride. As long as I wasn't in to drugs or drinking, it was fine 
with her. She had lost three kids, including my mother, to drugs, and 
didn't want to lose anyone else. 
   The minute I got in I called Raul and moved it up to 7:30.  He 
sounded real pleased, said something about 'needin' time' and then hung 
up. I ate, showered, cologned and changed into something real casual and 
sat down to wait.  The van came for my grandmother at 7:20, leaving me 
alone and waiting. At 7:30 sharp the bell rang.  Dispensing with the 
usual intercom action I buzzed the door and a few minutes later he was 
knocking. 
   "Hey, wassup?"  He strode in, looking around and smelling real good.  
He shucked off his parka and stood before me, grinning in his handsome 
glory.  This kid was definitely first class.  His almond colored skin 
was smooth, and he was cologned just right. I could see he was slender, 
not heavily muscled or anything, but not thin or scrawny, either. He was 
staring right at me, with a kind of mischievious grin on his face.
   "Hey, Raul. What's goin' on."
   "Me and you, dude, me and you.  We're goin' on."
   I liked his aggressiveness.  I had noticed that he had a habit of 
getting right to the point.  I decided to join him.
   "What'd you mean about needin' time?"
   "You know, man, time to do what we gonna do.  We gonna do it, right?"
   "You know it, man. We definitely gonna do it! C'mon!"  I picked up 
his parka and led him down the hall to my room.  One thing I have always 
liked about my grandmother's apartment is the fact that her bedroom is 
in the front and mine is in the back.  When I close my door she can't 
hear a thing from my room. It has its definite advantages.
   Once in my room I turned to him and looked into his eyes.  He still 
had the sly grin.
   "Hey, Adam, when I saw you the first day in the station, I thought to 
myself, I sure would like to undress that dude." He smiled.
   "What's stopping you?"  I laughed at him and he stepped closer, 
leaning over and kissing me.  It wasn't a passionate kiss, just a peck 
on the lips, but it spoke volumes.  It said to me that we were going to 
get into some serious stuff for the next few hours.  It also said that 
he was right, 'we needed time.' He kissed me again, this time I felt his 
tongue on my lips and I opened to receive it.  He pushed it in and I 
grabbed it with my tongue and we began tongue wrestling in my mouth.  
His body crashed into mine and I pressed my crotch against his, letting 
him feel my hardness, feeling his. His hands grasped me around my back 
and shoulders and he tried to pull me closer, even though I was 
practically meshing into him as it was. I was holding him just as 
tightly, trying to get more of him.  Our tongues were thrashing around 
like crazy, turning up the already awesome heat in our lust filled 
bodies. I could feel his hands moving down my back and knew he was 
getting ready to grab the hottest ass in the city in about a few 
seconds.  Sure enough he got there and I heard him sigh inwardly as he 
rubbed me through my pants.  I had on jogging pants and a t-shirt, 
nothing else.  He moved off my booty and put his hands in the waist band 
of the pants, easing them down under the gathered waist until he got 
hold of the real stuff.  I could feel his smooth hands running across my 
jutting asscheeks, outlining their shape.  He kept caressing me as 
though he was trying to remember all the curves and contours.  Finally, 
he broke the kiss.
   "Adam, you been fucked before?"
   "Yep!"  
   "You like it?"
   "Yep!"
   "You ain't never had nothin' like I'm gonna give you. When I'm 
finished you gonna say that what happened before wasn't fucking."  
   "Talkin' ain't gonna get it, Raul."  I giggled as I thought about 
what he'd just said.
   "Man, this is the nicest ass in the Big Apple." He was still 
caressing me.  His hands had pushed my pants down so that they were 
around my thighs and he was able to get to what he wanted unhindered.  I 
stood there enjoying his hands, his body, his smell, everything about 
him.  I don't think I had ever been so turned on before by anyone.  Not 
that I had a lot of experience.  I mean, I was 20 and I had been with 
two other guys.  With one we had sucked each other off a few times and 
with the other we had fucked twice.  Each time was rushed and we only 
got to do our thing once. I wanted more but the time and the place 
wasn't right for what I really wanted. I knew this time would be 
different. But one thing I had learned from those encouters was that I 
loved being screwed.
   Raul stepped back and stared undressing.  I began pushing my pants 
off, but he stopped me.
   "Remember, I'm gonna undress you."  He smiled and removed the rest of 
his clothes.  I looked at him, he was definitely first class.  He had a 
nice chest, naturally developed with more than adequate pecs and a flat 
muscled stomach.  He had black hair everywhere - his chest, his arms, 
legs, a big bush around his cock - it was everywhere and profuse. But 
what really caught my eye was his cock.  It was standing straight up 
against his stomach, long, thick and dripping.  I guess it was about 
nine inches, with a thick head and bulging vein running down its length.  
I knew this was going to fill me like I had never been filled before.  
It was funny though, I had no doubt I could take it, and I knew I was 
going to like it. He reached to me and pulled me close again, kissing me 
gently.  Then he reached and pulled my pants down to the floor.  He 
knelt down and untied my shoes, pulling them off and then easing my 
pants off.  He reached up and pulled my boxers off, revealing my eight 
inch rod.  He whistled softly and then licked the drip of precum that 
was on the tip.  I moaned and he licked the entire helmet.  He raised 
up, removed my shirt and stood back to look at me.
   "Shit, you got it goin' on, Adam! You one fine black dude!" 
   "Coming from you, that's a real compliment, Raul. You nice!"
   "I'm gonna love you real good, Adam. You ready for this?"
   "Ready, man, let's do it."
   He walked over to the bed and lay down on it, raising his hands to 
pull me on him.  I lay on his body, head to head, cock to cock and our 
tongues began meshing again.  He raised up to push our cocks together 
and began grinding against me.  His arms were holding me tightly and his 
tongue was running amuck in my mouth.  I put one hand on each side of 
his face and held him closely as I kissed him.  I was looking directly 
into his eyes and I knew I wanted this man more than anything else in 
the world. His aroma was heady and exciting and I breathe him in deeply 
as he did to me. He eased me off just as I was beginning to feel 
something stirring in my cock.  He rolled me over on my back and got 
between my legs, lifting them and pushing my knees back to my chest.  
Without a word, he bent over and put his tongue on my asshole.  Nobody 
had ever done anything like this to me before and I almost lost it right 
then.  His tongue felt so good against my little hole, I couldn't 
believe he was doing it, though.  I felt his tongue as it lapped back 
and forth across the hole, wetting it and enflaming me. He fanned it in 
a rapid movement that sent erotic shivers throughout my body. I began 
groaning out loud, calling his name and urging him on.  It must have had 
some effect because he pushed my legs down, tried to stick his face 
further in and eased his tongue into my hole.  I was out of my mind with 
delirium now. I could feel his pink appendage pushing into my body and 
slurping around inside.  The feeling was almost indescribable!  He kept 
it up for a long time.  It was as though he was using my slimy hole for 
a banquet and it was the best thing he had ever tasted.  Finally he 
raised up and looked at me, that smile on his handsome face.
   "You know how good you taste, man?"  He grinned and then laughed. 
"Think I need some more."  He bent back over and started again.  This 
time he used his finger to leverage the hole a little so that he could 
get more tongue in.  I screamed out and raised up to look at him, my 
hand caressing his head, my body on some kind of senuous overload. I 
knew I couldn't take much more of this.  Raul must have known to, 
because he stopped and raised up. He looked around my room and then saw 
what he wanted. Getting off the bed, he went to my dresser and got my 
lotion, using it to slick up his long dick. Then he used his finger to 
push some up in me.  Actually, he took his time doing this also, and 
worked on me for awhile.  I thought 'if he does everything as thoroughly 
as this, I'm in for some fucking.'  Finally, he moved into position 
between my legs and put his dick on my slick hole. The moment of truth 
had arrived.
   "You ready, Adam?"
   "Yeah, Raul.  Give it to me, baby."
   He pushed gently and the hole began to expand.  I could feel the big 
head as it started entering my body.  I couldn't believe how big it felt 
going in. The pain was searing and I started to tense up but then I 
remembered what he had said about how he was going to make me feel and I 
relaxed.  The minute I did, his dickhead popped in and started its 
ascent.  I could feel my anal passage being spread apart as the 
monstrous rod kept invading my body. Further and further in it moved as 
he pushed it toward its destination. The big cock was filling me 
completely with its hardness.  I knew I had all nine inches when I felt 
his pubes against my asscheeks.  I sighed and looked at him.
   "You're in, Raul.  Wait."
   "Tell me when you're ready, Adam. This is for you, baby."
   I almost came right then, he was so gentle and loving.  I couldn't 
believe what was happening to me.  I looked over on the dresser and saw 
the digital clock: 8:17.  I hoped we had enough time.
   "I'm ready, Raul. Gimme that bone."  
   I felt every inch as he pulled back to the entry point and then 
pushed back in.  He was moving slowly, making sure he didn't hurt me. 
The huge prick hit something going back in and I moaned at the sensation 
that flowed through my body.  He came out and hit it again. He began 
picking up momentum and hit the same spot over and over. I kept up a low 
moan as he plowed me, my entire body enflamed by the big dick that I was 
gripping so tightly. 
   "Oh, shit, shit, Oh, oh, yeah! Fuck me, Raul, yeah. Oh, man."
   "Feels good, don't it? Take this dick, man. It's for you."
   I learned later that he was hitting my prostate and it was like 
pushing a pleasure button deep inside my body.  I was holding him 
tightly, his head was in my shoulders and he was nibbling on my 
earlobes.  
   "Adam, tell me when you've had enough."  I was in a state of 
unbelief.
   "I don't think I'll ever have enough, Raul.  This shit is soooooo 
good."  I looked over at the clock: 8:32.  "I'm gonna cum, Raul. Oh 
shittttttttttttttt, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"  My dick erupted, sending 
volley after volley of jism into my face and on my chin.  He raised up 
and licked it off without missing a stroke.  He kept pushing his big 
dick into me, humping me with solid strokes that sent his pubes crashing 
into my ass.
   "Sweet ass. Sweet ass. Sweet, sweet ass!"  He looked at me, smiled 
and then blew me a kiss.  His dick kept working on me.  He was sweating, 
the bed shaking, but he showed no sign of stopping. I looked at the 
clock: 8:47. He had been going for 30 minutes.
   "I'm cummin', man, I'm cummin' Adam!  Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"  I felt his 
juice hit the walls of my rectum like it was comming out of a water gun. 
   "Me toooooooooooo, Raulllllllllllllll, ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"  This time I 
was jerking my cock in time with his plowing and I joined him although 
it wasn't as much jism as before. The intensity of my orgasm caused me 
to squeeze my muscles, grasping his hard rod, milking it for all it was 
worth.  He shook, moaned and pumped into me and then resumed fucking me 
just as though nothing had happened.  His hard meat kept thrusting down 
my muscled chute, brushing my prostate, keeping me in the throes of 
pleasure.  I was moaning without let up, my hands cupping his rounded 
ass, pulling him into me. He was laying on me, still chewing my 
earlobes, still moaning with me.  The bed was rocking to our humping 
bodies and the noise of our joining echoed in the little room.  I was 
glad no one was home, this was one time my grandmother would have 
definitely heard everything.
   He raised up and looked down, watching his cock flowing into my 
willing buns.  He grasped me under my ass and caressed me, feeling my 
dimpled booty. He kept raising me as he plowed into me, reaching deeper, 
still sending me toward an erotic orbit that I had never known existed 
before.  I reached up and ran my hand across his chest hairs, playing 
with them.  Then I found a nipple and twisted it, causing him to moan.  
The nipple stood at attention, hard and taut.  I moved to the other one 
and got the same reaction.  I could feel the hard prong, now plunging 
into me at a rapid pace, moving deftly through the hot channel in my 
lower body. My entire being was concentrated in my ass which was filled 
with the hardest piece of meat I had ever encountered.  I looked at the 
clock: 9:05. I was practically delirious with pleasure.  I knew I 
couldn't take anymore although I didn't want this to ever stop.
   "Shit, Raul, oh man, I can't take itttttttttttttt, don't stopppp!"
He laughed and kept plowing.
   "We gonna do this together again. Let's go."
   We came again, my third time, his second.  It was awesome.  We 
screamed, howled and hollered as we surrendered to a mind-boggling 
orgasm.  He pulled out and rolled over, but I noticed that he was still 
hard.  After awhile he turned back toward me and began kissing me 
gently, on the face, the cheeks, the chest, wherever he could reach.  
His hand was moving slowly, erotically across my stomach, playing in my 
navel, touching me gently. He was turning me on again. I reached down 
and felt his hard cock, stroking it.
   "You want some more, Adam?"
   "Yeah, Raul."  I was high on cock and couldn't stop.
   "Real gentle, baby. Real gentle."
   He turned me on my side, lifted my leg and pushed back in.  He lay 
behind me on the bed and humped into me in long deep strokes. He held me 
in his arms and rubbed my stomach, loving me passionately.  I pushed 
back against him each time he pushed in and joined him in the rhythm of 
sex. He cooed in my ear and told me how handsome I was, how tight it 
was, how hot it was, how good it was.  I fed him my hungry ass and loved 
every minute of it.  He plowed me for about twenty minutes and we came 
in another torrent of noise, cum and passion.
   Then he just held me in his arms as we enjoyed the after glow of a 
fantastic encounter.  We got under the covers and fell asleep.  My 
grandmother came in and went to bed without knowing he was there.  I 
awoke and looked at the clock: 1:47AM. I awoke Raul and we kissed in the 
dark.
   "You hafta go, Raul?"
   "Nope, told my moms I was spendin' the night. All right?" He laughed 
and pushed against me.
   "Sure thing."  My grandmother would understand, she always did.
   "Adam, was it good for you?"
   "You were right, Raul. I hadn't been fucked before, what I had done 
before was just playin' around.  This was the real deal. 
   "You want me, Adam. My ass is sweet, too."
   He was right, it was.

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