Date: Tue, 5 Oct 2004 16:49:09 EDT
From: NJRimzu@aol.com
Subject: Grove Street

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			       Grove Street


Commuting from New Jersey to New York can be a real grind. There just isn't
any easy way. For five years since graduating from college and entering the
real world I had been making the 25-mile trip from home to work, suffering
through an hour and a half of travel in the morning and again at night.
First there was over half an hour of stop-and-go traffic to go ten miles
through the heart of congested urban North Jersey. Even with no accidents
it seemed to take forever. Then parking in Harrison and catching a PATH
train for what was scheduled as a twenty-minute ride into downtown
Manhattan but usually took longer. There was never a place to sit on the
train. In fact, there was barely room to stand. Most days the train cars
were packed like sardine cans with people jammed up against each other. And
then the exodus from the train station several stories underground and the
ascent up to the street for the walk across town to my office. In nice
weather, which didn't seem to occur very often, it was a pleasant walk. In
bad weather it was torture. The cross streets of lower Manhattan turned
into wind tunnels. And as bad as the morning commute was, it was worse in
the evening. There always seemed to be more people leaving the city at
night than coming in in the morning.

After a while you learn to tune out the rest of the crowd. If you're lucky
you can escape into your own world. It's hard to do while driving or
walking, but on the train it was easy. I always had my CD player and
headphones and as soon as I'd pushed my way onto the car I'd turn up the
volume and close my eyes for the duration. I'd usually open my eyes at each
station and look around, sometimes when the train stopped between
stations. But for the most part I was in a trance on the train, off in a
dream world with my music. Until one morning when the train ride became the
most interesting and exciting part of the trip. The train stopped at Grove
Street in Jersey City and a crowd pushed its way on. Right at the front was
a short muscular black guy around my age. He was wearing a tee shirt and
skintight jeans. He was kind of hot looking but what really caught my eye
was the unbelievable bulge in his jeans. I couldn't take my eyes off it and
didn't understand why no one else was staring. It was so obvious. Even if
you weren't checking out baskets you couldn't miss it. The guy grabbed the
pole across the car from me. I tore my eyes away from his bulge and looked
at his face. He was staring right at me. Busted! He gave me a small,
knowing smile, reached down and gave his package an unnecessary adjustment
and turned to face the front of the car as the train began to move. He got
off at the end of the line and disappeared into the crowd.

After that I kept an eye out for him every morning. I made a point of
getting on the same car every day just in case he was a creature of
habit. Sometimes he showed up, sometimes he didn't. The trains run every
three minutes during rush hour so it's hard to catch the same train every
day. Now and then I saw him on the platform waiting for an outbound train
in the afternoon. When that happened I squeezed through the crowd to stand
as close to him as I could to make sure we got on the same car.

Once I actually managed to get a seat and he stood right in front of me,
facing me for the ten-minute ride to Grove Street. I was mesmerized by the
huge lump in his jeans right in front of me at eye level. Halfway under the
river I looked up at him. He just looked down at me with that same smile
again. I looked back at his crotch and saw the bulge starting to grow
across his left hip. It was obscenely big and looked like it was going to
rip the fabric of his jeans. As the train came to a stop at Grove Street he
gave it a little rub, turned and left the train. It took me the rest of the
ride to compose myself.

Another time the two of us ended up crushed together facing each other. I
could feel his package pressing into my hip. Just before his stop I got
brave, reached down and ran a finger along it. He sighed as the train came
to a stop and smiled at me as he exited. Yet another time he was crushed up
against me from behind. The whole trip I could feel him pressing against my
butt. Every time the train lurched he seemed to add a little thrust of his
own. By the time he left at Grove Street I was totally hard myself.

A couple of weeks went by and I didn't see him. I was getting frantic. He
had become the bright spot of my commute and when he was on board I never
knew what he might do. Finally, one evening I saw him on the platform. I
pushed my way onto the same car as him and we were pressed together by the
door. Halfway between Exchange Place and Grove Street the train stopped in
the tunnel and the lights went out. This was a pretty normal
occurrence. The delays rarely lasted over a minute. I felt his hand take
mine and place it on his bulge, which felt even bigger than it usually
looked. It also felt hard. I squeezed and caressed it a few seconds. He
reached around me with his other hand and grabbed my ass. He whispered into
my ear.

"You want it, don't you?" I couldn't get a word to come out of my
mouth. "You know you do. Think you can handle it?"

With that the power came back on and the train started up. We pulled into
the station, the doors opened and he walked out. Halfway across the
platform he turned and looked at me. He raised his eyebrows, nodded his
head toward the stairs and gave me that smile. Just as the doors started to
close I made my decision and leaped through them. He turned and walked
toward the exit and I followed.

When we reached the street he stopped and turned toward me, holding out his
hand.

"Hi, I'm Dave. I guess it's about time we formally met."

"Yeah, I guess so. I'm Mike."

We shook hands and I looked at him. He was probably in his late 20s like me
but other than that we had nothing in common. He had dark brown skin and a
buzz cut. He was probably around 5'8" tall and very muscular with broad
shoulders, big pecs and bulging biceps. His chest tapered down to a tiny
waist, maybe 28" and slim hips. And of course there was that big package in
front and a hot round bubble butt behind. He was one hot stud no matter
what he had in his pants. I was 28, 6'1", 155 pounds, light brown hair and
pale skin. I was slim and had that long and lean look.

He turned and started walking so I followed along, looking around. I'd
never been above ground in this part of Jersey City so I wanted to make
sure I wasn't getting lost. We'd only gone two blocks when he went up the
steps to a brownstone and took out his keys. I followed him to the second
floor and waited while he unlocked the door on the left at the top of the
stairs.

We went into the apartment and he turned and pulled me into a tight hug as
the door closed. He kissed me hard and pushed his tongue into my mouth as
he thrust his hips into mine. As he kissed me he grabbed my right nipple
through my shirt and pinched it hard. It hurt, stung like hell, but I
wanted more. He backed me against the door and continued the kiss. He
loosened my tie and unbuttoned my shirt, then reached inside the shirt,
grabbed both nipples and pinched and twisted them. My knees buckled at the
intense sensation and I gasped.

"Oh yeah, you're a horny bastard, aren't ya? You want me so bad and that's
just how you're gonna get me."

He took advantage of my breathlessness and stepped back and undid my belt
and unfastened my pants. He grabbed both my slacks and boxers and yanked
them down around my ankles in one motion. I kicked off my shoes and stepped
out of my pants. He removed my shirt and I was left standing there in my
socks. He was still fully dressed. He pulled me across the room. It was a
studio apartment, just one large room, with an alcove for the bed, which
was really just a mattress and box spring on the floor. He pushed down on
my shoulders and I sat on the mattress. As I took off my socks he pulled
off his tee shirt, exposing a hairless muscular chest. He took my hand and
placed it on the waistband of his jeans. I quickly began to unfasten them,
not taking my eyes off that huge package which was inches away from my
face. I slowly peeled down the tight jeans and noticed he wasn't wearing
any underwear. It was a bit of a struggle getting his jeans down over his
dick but when I finally did it sprung out and swung around, slapping me in
the cheek. I leaned back and took a good look at it.

It wasn't the longest dick I'd ever seen or handled but it was easily over
eight inches. What made it so impressive and created that obscene bulge was
that it was the thickest cock I'd ever seen. I'd heard the term beer can
and always figured that was just an expression. His dick might not have
been quite as big around as a beer can but it was definitely close. And it
was plenty longer. I put my hand on it and felt the smooth hard organ. When
I closed my fist around it my fingers didn't come within half an inch of
meeting. I looked up into his eyes and he smiled down at me, that same
knowing smile. He moved in closer until the head was brushing my lips, then
pushed a little.

"Go on, lick it. You're allowed."

I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out and licked his head. I leaned in
and took the head in my mouth. I had my mouth open as far as it would go
and I had to be extra careful not to scrape him with my teeth. I could only
take a little more than the head but I sucked it as well as I could.

He pulled out and pushed me further back onto the mattress, lying down on
top of me. He resumed kissing me, raping my mouth with his tongue, pressing
his dick into mine. When he came up for air I looked around and noticed
that the walls on either side of the bed were all mirrors. Whichever way I
looked I saw me and Dave, naked. He swung around into a sixty-nine
position. Since I am only average in both length and width he had no
trouble swallowing my whole dick in one gulp. When he began to suck his hot
wet mouth drove me crazy. The man definitely knew what he was doing. I
tried to return the favor but again couldn't get much of him into my
mouth. After a few minutes in this position he moved away and sat up.

"Let's try this. Move over here."

He had me lay on my back with my head just over the edge of the foot of the
mattress and then knelt on the floor just above my head. He leaned forward
and pushed his dick into my mouth. I knew this trick; in fact I had used it
a few times. By letting my head hang back it stretched out my throat and
gave him a straight shot at it. While I had long ago learned to tame my gag
reflex and at times could deep throat a good-sized dick I knew there was no
way he was going to get something that thick down my throat. He started
gently pumping into my mouth, hitting the entrance to my throat and going
no further. My jaw was beginning to ache and I had to concentrate on not
scraping him with my teeth. He kept pounding lightly at the back of my
throat until unexpectedly he broke through. My throat hurt like hell as it
stretched as he slipped in and tears were running down my cheeks but he
kept pushing until his balls were resting on my nose. Then he stopped and
just stayed in that position, buried in me.

I suddenly realized that I couldn't breathe, that his dick was completely
blocking my throat. I grunted and tried to move.

"Feels good, doesn't it, Mike? I'll bet you never had anything this big in
you before. Just lie back and enjoy it."

I was starting to panic and started flailing away, trying desperately to
dislodge him. Finally, he chuckled and slowly withdrew. I took a deep
breath through my nose and he plunged right back in. This time he didn't
stay but began fucking my face. He had his hands on the mattress on either
side of my waist and just kept thrusting into my throat. It felt like he
was ripping me apart but at the same time there was a bit of a thrill that
I was actually able to take it.

After what seemed like an hour he finally pulled out. I lay there gasping
for breath, my throat feeling raw.

"See, you're better than you thought, Mikey. You've got a great
mouth. Let's see how accommodating your other end is."

"Oh, no way that's gonna work, Dave," I rasped. "I'm pretty versatile but
I've never taken anything near that big."

"We'll see. I'm pretty good at loosening up a stubborn hole. With a dick
like mine I have to be. Besides, you've got a nice ass and I always get
what I want, one way or another."

I moved around on the mattress and lay on my back with my legs spread. Dave
knelt between my knees. He lifted my legs up and pushed them back over my
head. I reached up and grabbed them, holding them out of his way, exposing
my ass to him. He leaned in and kissed my puckered ho, then began to lick
it. In no time he was sucking and slurping on my hole, forcing his tongue
into me, a little at a time. I really got off on rimming, both as a top and
bottom, so I was enjoying every second of his expert tongue work. He had me
moaning and groaning as he worked his tongue deep inside me.

At last, he pulled back and produced some lube from somewhere and began
working it in and around my hole. He looked me in the eyes and smiled as he
did. I found his whole attitude and my reaction to it confusing. He was
obviously a man who knew what he wanted and took it. He was forceful and
demanding and could be rough. I had a feeling my throat was going to be
sore for a week. Yet I acquiesced. Whatever he wanted me to do, I did
without a second thought. When he said he was going to fuck me with that
monster cock I accepted that he would. I consider myself versatile but in
fact I am usually a top. I enjoy being on the receiving end of a good fuck
now and then but I couldn't imagine being able to accommodate anything that
big. Yet there I was lying on my back waiting for it.

"Just take some deep breaths and relax, Mikey. I'm gonna take my time and
open you up so you enjoy this as much as me. Take a hit on that bottle of
poppers if you want."

He nodded and I noticed the small brown bottle on the mattress next to my
head. I unscrewed the cap, inhaled deeply through each nostril and waited
for the rush. He was working one finger in and out of my hole by then. I
felt him slip a second finger in and gently fuck me with them. Another hit
on the brown bottle and he worked a third finger into me. This was what I
was used to and had always been my limit. Actually, it was always all that
was necessary, but somehow I didn't think it was gonna work this time. He
squeezed his fourth finger in and started working my hole, twisting and
pushing, opening me up. I kept at the popper bottle and he kept at my
hole. He had patience and went slow and though I felt no pain it seemed as
though he was splitting me in half. He talked all the while he was working
on my ass. He started out reassuring but got a little alarming as he went
on.

"You've got a hot hole, you know that, Mikey. I can't wait to get in
there. You're almost loose enough. I had one guy recently who said I was
the only one he had ever met who could use fisting as foreplay for a
regular fucking. He was joking but with my small hands and big cock he's
not far off. Maybe I should just go ahead and fist you, Mikey. Would you
like that? One good shove and my hand would probably just pop in. Your
screams might upset the neighbors, though."

He chuckled a little. I wasn't sure whether or not he was joking. The scary
thing was that even though I knew he'd probably kill me if he tried it, I
realized that I would let him do whatever he wanted. He had that effect on
me. Fortunately, he decided that I was ready for his dick at that point and
lifted my legs up onto his shoulders. He had somehow managed to get a
condom onto his huge rod and stroked it with his lubed hand. Then he placed
the head at my stretched pucker and pushed.

Nothing happened for a few seconds and then I felt him entering me. The
four fingers hadn't been near enough. It felt like he was shoving a
baseball bat up my ass. I gasped and looked up at him, trying to let him
know it wasn't working for me. He just looked down and smiled and continued
to push. He kept going in, splitting me in two. Sliding in he felt like he
was a foot and a half long. It just kept going. Finally, he hit bottom and
stopped. He waited a moment for me to adjust. I was thinking it might take
a few hours to adjust to the telephone pole buried in my ass. He reached
down and started playing with my cock, which had gone soft during his
penetration. I must not have been feeling too bad because I started to get
hard right away. When he felt that he leaned forward, pushing my knees
toward my chest and raising my ass into the air. He slowly pulled almost
all the way out, then without warning slammed back in. He repeated that
movement several times, leaving me grunting and gasping with each thrust.

He soon developed a steady rhythm, pistoning in and out of my hole. I still
felt like I was so stretched that any more would rip me apart. I'd never
felt so full in my life. But as he continued fucking I began to relax and
the pain gradually went away. I turned my head and saw our reflection in
the mirror, this hot little dark muscle man pounding away at a pale slim
white guy, an enormous thick black pole disappearing into a tight pink
hole. I remember thinking there ought to be a video camera there recording
the scene, zooming in for a close-up of the incredible penetration. He was
hitting my prostate with each thrust and that, combined with his hand
stroking my cock brought me to the edge. I began to shoot my load. The
first stream hit me in the face. The rest covered my chest and abdomen. I
don't think I'd ever cum that much. As my dick began to soften he let go of
it.

And still he kept fucking my ass. He was really pounding me and showed no
sign that he was near orgasm. He continued to massage my prostate with his
rod and after a while I started getting hard again. He looked down into my
eyes and smiled as he kept shoving that pole deep into me. I scooped up
some of the cum on my belly for lube and grabbed my dick and started
stroking it. Soon I realized I was going to cum again. I didn't think I'd
ever had two orgasms so close together but I'd never been fucked like that
either. This time as I began to shoot and my ass ring clamped down on his
dick, I felt him swell within me. He let out a yell as he fired shot after
shot into my hole. With each shot he gave a hard thrust into me. At last he
lowered my legs and collapsed on top of me.

We just lay there for a while trying to catch our breath. He licked some of
my cum off my face and kissed me, sharing my juices with me. He gradually
lost his erection and his dick slid out of my hole, leaving me feeling so
empty. We lay there a little while with him pressed on top of me. Finally,
I had to get up. I was sure if I didn't I would fall asleep and I did have
to get home eventually.

We cleaned up and I got dressed. I noticed a shelf with several wrestling
trophies on it. He'd just pinned me, but good. He remained naked, which
drove me crazy. He stood there watching every move I made, absentmindedly
playing with his nipples and balls. He had such a hot body and that dick of
his never did get very soft. It just looked so massive hanging there
between his legs. I couldn't take my eyes of it. I couldn't believe that
had fit up my ass and I couldn't believe how good it had felt. I knew I
would be standing on the train the rest of the way back to Harrison but I
didn't mind.

We didn't talk much but as I was about to leave we exchanged cell phone
numbers. He pulled me into a tight embrace and kissed me forcefully.

"Cum back anytime, Mike."

"You'd better believe I will. I think I'll be getting off at Grove Street
again very soon."