Date: Mon, 30 Aug 1999 15:15:10 EDT
From: NeyoEnigma@aol.com
Subject: Five Days

	I masturbated off the thought of him Monday night. He was tall,
hispanic , and perfect for my late night fantasies. He was no different
from the many others I've plucked from the subway platform with one
exception. I saw him again.
	
	Tuesday afternoon I was waiting for my train home when I felt a tap
on my shoulder. It was him. He asked if I had dropped anything. Sure enough
my glove was in his hand. I said thank you .....uhm.."Miguel" he said in
the sexiest tone I've heard in the history of my existence. Nothing else
was said besides "thanks" and he walked away.
	
	Later that night I pleasured with the glove he touched. It was as
if he himself was touching me. The friction between my legs brought me to
such a climax I was screaming between gasps.
	
	Wednesday came and I searched for for him. He was standing behind
the staircase reading the New York Press. We exchanged casual hellos as my
eyes met his. The train came and we crunched ourselves into the crowded
car. He stood in front and undid his leather coat. A rich, masculine smell
emitted from him. I asked what was the name of his cologne. "DKNY MAN" was
his replay wih a slight grin. When my stop came we said our casual goodbyes
and I went to my local drugstore.
	
	After spritzing some of the newly purchased bottle of DKNY MAN all
over me, I reached over and put on that sacred glove.That night I came the
hardest I ever did in my life. The images of him plunging deep inside of me
made toss off my wool comforter despite the 17 degree weather outside. I
went to sleep sweaty, sticky, and immensly satisfied.
	
	By Thursday everything was out of control. The mere thought of him
aroused me so that I couldn't function do anything else. And when I saw him
the station that afternoon I almost came instantaneously. I had to have
him. He was drinking a bottle of soda when I walked up to him. We exchanged
pleasantries between his frequent, loud sips. His lips were glazed from the
soda. Somehow the image of these wet lips caressing the tip of the bottle
excited me so, that the inside of my mouth suddenly went dry. I started
coughing. He offered me some of his soda. At first I refused but he
insisted. When I put my lips to the bottle I tasted his mouth. I swallowed
the sweet liquid as if I was swallowing his sweet liquid. I gave it back
and he took another sip and he gave it back to me. "Kill it." he said and
that I did. Up went the bottle and down went the soda. After finishing I
put the bottle in my bag. On the train ride we talked of our day and how it
was weird that we became "train buddies". My stop came and I bid him
adieu. I had things to attend to.
	
	In bed that night I remembered how his lips enveloped the bottle,
how his tongue slightly entered the neck. Just then I reached into my bag
and got the bottle. At that moment it was no longer a drinking container,
it became my object of my overactive lust. First, I put the bottle to my
lips like he did, then slowly I took more and more of the bootle into my
mouth till I could hardly breathe. I envisioned the hard plastic in my
mouth was his warm, large cock. Just then I kicked my pajamas off and
plunged the bottle deep inside of me. I came the first time with the
initial thrust. Each thrust after brought on wave after wave of orgasm.
	
	On Friday, what could be the worst possible thing that could ever
happen happened.. I had to stay late to finish some work for my supervisor
that wasn't mine to begin with. I ran to the train station only to see our
train fly into the darkness. I wept internally. Just then I felt a tap on
my shoulder. I turned to see it was Miguel. He said he was worried that
something may have happened. "Not yet", I said as I gazed into his eyes.
The train finally came and we got on.  We said nothing until my stop came
and I turned to say,"C'mon."
	
	When we got to my place he threw off his coat and started to
unbuckle his jeans. I was already out of my jacket and shoes and was also
taking off my pants. I lead him to the bedroom and dropped on the bed. He
fell on top of me, his hardness pushing into my abdomen. He rearranged
himself then pushed himself into me. The real thing was nothing like I
imagined. He was like ocean waves, crashing hard then receding. His sweat
fell into my eyes blinding me temporarily and for that moment I was in
paradise. His hair swept across my face as he rammed into me. He then got
up and pulled my face to his crotch. I took him at first completely, then
came up to lick the head. He moaned as I slid my tongue down his shaft and
almost screamed when I began kissing his testicals. He started to shake and
I knew his climax was near. He cried out as he came into my mouth. The
warm, thick fluid filled my mouth to capacity.He fell back onto the bed
panting. I got up and said, "My turn."
	
	I got on top of him and put his mouth to the appropriate place. He
slurped loudly as I groaned in ecstasy. He squeezed my nipples hard, which
only enhanced the sensation. His tongue fluttered on every nerve ending.
His hands, though rough, softly caresssed the sensitive areas on my body.
Just then he turned me over and laid me on the bed. I looked down to see
that he was ready for another reentry. This time he went in slow, gentle.
He was more tending to my needs, which wasn't many because I was already on
the brink of coming. I moaned so quietly for him to go faster and he
answered my request. Once more he started ramming in but this time I was
with him all the way. Deeper and faster he went until neither one of us
could hold it any longer. I screamed out his name as he fell on me sweaty
and out of breath.
	
	He asked if this could happen again. I said perhaps. He begged for
my number. I told him no. Finally after twenty minutes of badgering he
left. That next week on my way to the train station I thought of what
happened Friday. I shrugged it off and caught a different train home.

THE END


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