Date: Sun, 14 Mar 2010 11:09:14 -0400
From: burak berge <burakberge@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hamza and His Sons Chapter 8

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I'd like to thank Stephen for all the proofreading and editing work he did.

I am taking this story another direction in this chapter. I hope you like
it. :)

   Chapter 8

   It was a Friday night. I had just got out of work and entered the subway
to go home. It was rush hour and as usual the subway was very crowded. The
train stopped right in front of me and the doors opened. I got in as fast
as possible to get a space to stand somewhere reasonably comfortable. The
doors of the train closed. It was already full, even though it was the
first station. A crowd of men surrounded me.

   I like it when the train is so crowded with men. I always take advantage
of any kind of available situation to touch men's asses and dicks and to
pretend it is happening by accident. It is easier to do this if the
carriage is very crowded. If the men don't say anything or don't look at
you with angry eyes, I get bolder and I finger their asses or squeeze their
crotches. You wouldn't believe how many men are willing to be played with
by other men and pretend as if nothing is happening. In general, most of
the men don't say a thing and just let you touch them.

   I looked around. There were a couple of cute guys, but they were a
little too far away from me. Right in front of me was a little boy holding
his father's hand.  I looked at the boy carefully. He was a very
good-looking boy. He looked 7 or 8 years old and he had black curly hair
and beautiful dark eyes. He was not too tall. His face was almost at my
crotch level. When we arrived at the next stop, the doors opened.  There
were more people trying to push their way in and the space was getting more
crammed. I looked around for somebody to play with, but the kid and his
father were the closest to me. The boy was actually so close to me, that
the back of his head lightly brushed my crotch a few times. It was a
different feeling and I was surprised to find myself aroused by his
touch. My dick was almost semi-hard and I started to hump the back of the
kid's head. I was sure that the boy was feeling my semi-hard dick on the
back of his head. He turned and looked at my bulge and then he looked up to
me, right into my eyes. My dick was fully hard now, trying to get out of my
underwear and my trousers. I smiled at the boy and he smiled back at me. He
was so cute.

   We reached the next stop and a few more people got in. The kid's face
was even closer to me. He started to rub his left cheek on my hard dick. My
heart was beating madly. I was brushing my hard dick against the cheeks of
a 7-year-old boy in front of his father and we were visible to the men
surrounding us. I was afraid of getting caught, but in the meantime I was
getting excited, too. The excitement of molesting a 7-year-old boy got me
so bold, that I almost didn't care about being caught. The boy held my
right leg with one hand and buried his face in my crotch. He caught me by
surprise. I wanted to stop him. It was only a matter of time that we would
be caught by the boy's father or by any of the other men surrounding us. I
wanted to move away, but the carriage was too crowded. I couldn't move an
inch. The boy started to smell and then to kiss my crotch. I was in
shock. I raised my head to see if his father was aware of what was going
on. I saw the father looking at me. He was smiling. He winked at me and I
sighed with relief. I don't know what kind of perverted father he was. I
actually didn't care. I was enjoying sex in public with a 7-year-old boy in
front of his father-and even with his permission. It just was too hot!

   The kid grabbed my dick with his left hand and began to touch and caress
it through my trousers. Ohhhh...my God! His small hands felt so good on my
dick. I looked around and saw his father sporting a hard-on as well. I
looked at the other men around me, to see if they were aware of what was
going on right in front of them. I saw two men looking at the boy who was
touching and kissing my hard dick trough my pants. They winked at me and
assured me that it was okay. I thought to myself that this must be my lucky
day.

   The boy's father and the other two men stepped closer to the boy and
made a circle around him. There was no way that anybody could see what was
going on, except the four of us. The boy unzipped my fly and took my hard
dick out of my pants.  For a few seconds, he looked at my dick and then put
a light kiss on the head.  I was leaking precum and some of it got stuck
between the kid's mouth and my dick.  The kid licked his lips and tasted my
precum. By the look of his face he was enjoying the taste. He licked the
head of my cock a few more times and drank the rest of my precum out of my
cum-fountain. Then he put my dick in his mouth and started to suck me. I
was experiencing an indescribable ecstasy. I looked at the boy's father and
the other men. They were all rubbing their crotches.  The boy sucked me for
a while and then stopped. He turned to his father and unzipped him. He took
his father's dick out and started sucking him. Me and the other men were in
shock to see the boy's father letting his 7-year-old son sucking him in
front of strangers in a subway carriage. I looked at the kid. He was doing
a really good job. He wasn't able to get his dad's entire dick in his
mouth, but he used both his hands to stroke the rest of the shaft. The two
other men unzipped and took their dicks out of their pants. When the kid
saw two more cocks ready to be serviced, he started to circle suck us. He
was sucking one of us and used both his hands to jerk off the other two.

   I realized I was getting very close to my stop. I didn't want to leave
the carriage before unloading my cum in the boy's mouth. He put my dick
back in his mouth and started to suck me again. I was very close cumming
and wasn't able to warn the boy about it. I looked at his father
desperately and his father nodded to assure me that it was okay to cum in
the boy's mouth. I couldn't hold it anymore and started to shoot in the
boy's mouth. He didn't have any problems swallowing my load. He swallowed
it all. When he finished draining me, he looked at me and smiled. I saw my
white cock juice around his teeth and on his tongue. I smiled back at
him. He then turned to the two other men and started to suck them. After a
very short time, both men came in his mouth. Then the boy paid attention to
his father. It was his turn now. The father stroked the boy's hair a few
times and guided the boy's head on his big dick. With long strokes from his
hips, he fucked his tool in and out of his son's mouth. Finally, he
unloaded his cum in his son's mouth. The boy put our dicks back in our
pants and zipped us up. We all patted the boy's head and winked at him to
show our appreciation. The boy looked so happy.

   The train stopped once more and I heard my stop being called. I had to
get out. I winked at the boy's father. He handed me a business card and
said:

   "Alp and I will be waiting for your call."

   I thanked him and got out of the train. I stood there and watched it
leave. For a few seconds, I just couldn't move. I needed some time to think
about what happened a few minutes ago. Had it been real or a dream? I
looked at the business card again and read the man's name: Levent Tan. Yes,
it had been real and I decided to give them a call as soon as possible.


Here ends the eighth chapter of my first attempt at a Man-boy story.

I had great fun writing it. I love hearing from my perverted readers, so
please feel free to send me an email at burakberge@hotmail.com with any
questions, comments or suggestions for future work!.Thanks!