Date: Wed, 31 Aug 2011 12:54:36 -0400
From: Ben Ben <benjaminbk2010@gmail.com>
Subject: What To Do When You're Stuck on the Train

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.

Questions, comments, suggestions, discussions, small talk....all welcome!
Email me if you like!

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