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Oh yeah. The guys in this story might not be using rubbers, but they aint real. You are. Practice safe sex.
Keep it real.
Anfernee "Wildstyle" Williamson of da Undaground Click.
Do not distribute or reproduce this document, all or in part, without express permission of the author. Copyright 27th November 1999, Anfernee Williamson
DA OBJECT OF MY AFFECTION
His hand moved as fast as his eyes.
Each of them bestowing a caress just as real as the other. Running fluid, over slow, easy curves. A study, exploration and appreciation all in one flowing river.
He glanced up again, his hand wishing for what his eye could see. The flow of his hand carrying the intention of his gaze. Mating and joining all in one simple rhapsody of movement. As his imagination carried to create his world. A world where all were as one. Where distance and thought of what was were no issue.
Leon stroked again, a long, curving movement. As if the passage of his eyes guided that of his hand. Transferred the physical to his own world, where only his thoughts and dreams existed. Unmarred by the city around him. A slow, effortless drop, forming powerful shoulders, to stoop downward to equally strong arms. Broadening a chest with equal eagerness, as a tight, soundless gasp escaped from Leons young lips.
His dream continued to form as it stood before him. Unnoticing. Uncaring. Like so much of the world he saw. That ignored him in return for his attentions.
Leons hand travelled again, this time carrying the gaze that ran down long legs. Hidden deep within the sag of worn jeans. Just as important as any part of his vision. Completing the picture before him as his strokes drew back to revere the power and poise that stood afar. Adding. Building. Forming on the depths of his mind and the erotic mist of his fantasies.
His breath quickened. His mind taken by his hand. Fueled by his gaze. Poised on the last moments of the dream. The teenagers young, bright eyes widening slightly. His hand shifting the full length of his ghetto beauty. Painting on his mind as his gaze stared.
Wanted. Could only dream.
A tight gasp escaped Leons lips as a wet spot fell before him. It took a second to fall before he realized. Even noticed beyond that which consumed him so fully as to escape his surrounds. Before him, far beyond, the object of his affection noticed, moving far quicker than the boy. Leon felt his heart drop slightly as the rain of the falling night began to wash his dreams, far quicker than either his hand or eye could move to stop.
The lanky youth stood up, closing his sketchpad before any more of natures tears could dampen his dreams. Scooping up the arm of his pack, stepping further under the stoop to escape the sudden shower that began to thunder down on Bradfords inner city. As he turned, dropped back his pack, leaning against the cold, hard wall there, his eyes failed to see that which had taken him so far, in so few seconds. As if he had never existed.
Except for the rough, black and white world of his mind. Far more preferred in the place of the real.
Here, Leon could form what he wanted. See what he wanted, take from that which treated him so poorly, to create something more private. More akin to his own dreams and wants. His hand creating the images of a world he would far rather live. Fueled on dreams of a person he wished he was in its place.
The young sunk slowly to the floor, feeling the hard harshness of the wall behind him. So concrete and solid, where his mind failed to provide that one last reality. The wall grabbed at his old blue sweatshirt, tugged it up his lanky frame before he could pull it back down over him. Protecting him from the brief coolness of the approaching night. The sweatshirt was heavy, full, consuming his thin frame with the same eagerness as his oversized jeans. Both old, both worn. They hung from his young body.
Leon pulled at his clothes, tried best to make himself more comfortable in the cool shelter of the doorway. Somewhere within the inner city. He didnt know where, his mind traveling his own dream world, searching and hunting the world where his heavy feet carried him. Uncaring of location, only of person and fantasy that eventually consumed beyond all. Guided his hand in the fluid memory of dream.
He created with his mind. Left only with the brief prints that his mind supplied in return. A rough scouring in black and white. The chance snapshots of a better world beyond.
Leon ran his hand through his short, weed thin dreads. It looked more like an old grandmothers mop, jet black, just as messed. He grasped at his deep, thick hood to hide them below. To shadow his features to the world around him. A soft yet full face, far more forgiving than that around him. Young, and timid eyes that took in the unending harshness. Accepted beyond all on those thin shoulders. The responsibility forced upon him showed on his now shadowed features, deep within his hood. Reflected within the deep, avoiding brown of his eyes.
The youth returned to his sketchpad. One of countless, this one almost filled to the last page with the images of his world. He paged through, briefly taking in each one, different, yet so obviously similar to those without the trained and descending eye of his desire. Page after page. Flawless reproductions of those who past so briefly in and out of his narrow world. Every one, a figure of ghetto youth, character carried on poise, expression. Perhaps on the suggestive hang of clothing. Each reproducing with haunting accuracy the condition of human existence. Each ones eyes as questioning, as baring as his own.
Leons gaze took in each gentle curve. Seeing far beyond the scratchy black strokes of his pencil. His mind supplying the color. The context. The realization of what each meant. Each one coming with the vivid memory back of the first and last strokes of each sketch. Time, place, reason. Each of them a friend that never was, an aquatinted. A lover.
The youth flipped to the final sketch. The image still burned deep within his mind, where the cities cold rain has long since forced the object of his attention far from his own world. Leons eyes traced a far more lazy, slower pace. Where his hand and gaze had sped but moments before. Consuming with hungry greed to place all that could be down onto the stark white of his paper. Taking in every detail, every slight implied movement. Saved forever in his mind. Saved forever on the image before him.
Leons gaze moved slowly. He felt his heart long. The pangs came quickly and uncaring to his soul. He knew them. The wishes that he was somewhere else. Somewhere more like this.
The sketch was quick, yet by no means brief. A ghetto youth easily in his twenties. Leant back against the support of the bench behind him, giving his form a full and easy length. A poise that hid nothing of his intent and purpose. Of the easy manner that hid just beneath the loose form of his clothes. He seemed no different in most than the rest, a strong form held back against the ways of the ghetto streets that had bred him. A strange sort of strength and pride carried within the size and stoop of his shoulders, in his unassuming posture. A simple gesture caught perhaps off guard. A single easy moment in an existence that sought to destroy him.
Leons eyes moved slowly, took in every assumption and feature. His baggy tshirt, rendered only in black and white, yet burnt as stark a white as the paper that held him onto Leons mind, hung from his strong frame. Falling unassuming over a big chest, hinted at only on size, at the shadow of the light material. The slight creases and folds giving suggestion to the strength of that which it hid from the world. From the eyes of that which sought to hold it forever in mind. Leaving only hint, baring large arms, far from bulked and muscled, yet still born of gentle curve and size. Falling down over his waist, hiding nothing of that below.
His jeans hung from his hips, barely held in place. A task no further aided by the slick silk of his boxers. Testimony to the world, a dark blackness that pulled tight over the curves of his ass. Drew a tight breath in the way they hugged firmly, fully the size and ample nature of his body there. His jeans, oversized, baggy, hanging easier, lower than most. Each gentle slope hidden within the haphazard sag of his pants. The long excess caught beneath the foot of his sneakers, somewhat ragged, frayed. Leons eyes feasted on the loose sag, the way his boxers lay exposed so fully. His mind remembering how he had attempted to pull the sag of his pants up more than once.
The youths eyes swung upwards, back across the firm fullness of the blacks body. He let his eyes fall on that face, that stared back at him. The teenager let himself dream the most there. As if nothing mattered beyond that face, its easy expression. It spoke to him beyond all, as he felt something of himself stir deep within the presence of his jeans. A face, unsured on racial ethnicity, a darkness that suggested african american, yet a far softer grace and pose that he had seen in so many of the pacific islanders that lived in Bradford. Thick lips and full features, well fed and comfortable, seemingly not wanting for anything despite the pull of the streets.
The light shade of his sunglasses hid nothing of his eyes, that which Leon sought so totally. Their thick, streamlined form hugged the blacks face, contrasted in their darker color, the bright yellow of their lenses. Framing a face further held by the drool and fall of his locks. Something that looked attractive, yet suggested something beyond the nature and true ability of his hair. Four or five thick locks of curls, bouncing either side of his face, the full expanse of his black hair pulled back tight into a short tuft behind. There seemed to be a softness, an almost innocence that bled Leon, lent on by those locks, those summoning eyes.
For one moment of eternity on those lips.
Leons fingers traced the soft black pencil of the thugs lips. He found his other hand, already below the pad that sat now perched on his knees, gripping the full looseness of his groin. Thoughts entertained on mind, fueled by the images before him, still crisp on his memory, like the still cold bite of the air around him. Drawing tight gasps as his hand willed further gratification. Promised the brief passage, the consuming and ignorant bliss of the world he so longed for. The passion and pleasure that it held with it.
The youth let himself go, despite the thoughts. His erotic wants thinking out the location of the nearest bathroom, to quench the fire that burned within his dick, his so consumed soul beyond. The thoughts made him shake, quickened the breath on his lungs as his chest and shoulders beat with the rising want of his passion. He paused them. Flipped closed his world, and his pad. Leons head fell back against the cold concrete of the wall behind.
It left him still with the lingering wonderings of what might have been. What could be. What for one chance?
The youth let his head fall to one side, eventually. A motion that was more on purpose, as he stared out into the falling darkness of the city around him. The rain had faltered, but the night still so quickly approached. He knew this time, he had felt it so many days before. Weeknights, live with life on the streets, even here. Beyond the initial flow of humanity, escaping the towering blocks above him. The thought came to him, knowing what it would be like to try and return home now. Even to return to a place where he could spend the night. He rubbed at his eyes, not encouraged by the thought of the blocked subways. Jammed with commuters, escaping from the city, only to return to the city in a new location.
The alternatives were just as bleak. Leon pushed himself up, not wanting to remain the rest of the evening here in his tiny back street. Knowing too well the arm of the law. What his huddled and uncivilized form would look like to those who searched it, hunched within the doorway of the building. He tucked his pad back inside his pack, shouldering his worldly possessions. Making out into the spattering of natures cold hands in a brief few steps.
Forced into the real world before him, Leon glanced left. Right. Aligned himself with where he was, plotted shortest courses to the subway system. Death to those who wandered to far, knew not of its territories, its locations. So much like everything else of the city, the subway lifeblood and transport to those who needed it. Taking though, too quickly from heaven to hell, those who didnt understand its complexities. The lanky black knew that the initial pack of passengers would be great at this time. Ridden long enough, they would thin, if he so choose to stay within the subways warmth.
Many nights before he had, comforted only by the few glimpses. The dreams he put in the other passengers that occasionally caught his eyes.
The cool rain pulled Leon further from his world. The realization struck home quickly, as his thoughts faded as quickly as the rain had previously. More immediate needs demanded his attention in the harsh city life he lived in. Food. Warmth. Sleep. All things that remained outside the bounds of his thoughts and fantasies. In his world he built himself, sketched by an expert hand. These things didnt matter, but always pulled him back. Reminding the lanky youth that his existence, cold though it was, remained only in one place. That which he sought to escape so often.
Leon glanced right with the brief image of his escape. Entertained what could be once he found safe passage for the night. His mind swum. His world and existence leaping in a beat to his throat as he forced his gaze down. Turned it aside from the brash calls and noises of the group that joined him, intersected on the street.
His world.
His dream.
That which he wished on so fully. Even if for the few brief days that the longing burned in this form. This was what would satisfy him for now.
Leons black and white, filling to color. That which only the harsh world he hated could supply.
The stocky black slow walked ahead of him, the rest of his group turning off the side street to surround the youth. Unintentionally, uncaring. Guard lowered in acceptance of what was seen. A young ghetto youth like themselves, the sagging of his clothes. Marked by mind and training as little threat in the inner city. Acceptance, rather than the hard persecution, the gazes of hate and accusation that would be if he had been anything less.
If only that. Acceptance.
Leons eyes travelled upwards, his stride quickly rising to meet the pace of the group. His mind and heart thrilled as his dick thumped. A brief lift of hope and warmth, something that thrilled his entire body with electricity and want. His eyes drunk in unashamedly. The absurdly low hang of the youths jeans, the way they sagged on his ass, bared the slick blackness of his boxers. The invitation that it asserted in the total absence of cover. Leon watched as his slow gate broke slightly, as the youth grabbed a fist of his jeans. Tugged them back, at least for the next few moments, to cover his ass more better. Allow more easy passage, even as they slipped back down to their low hang almost immediately.
The lanky black felt the presence before him. Around him. A call came, beside him, as he saw two more youths. Another black, shorter, lean, dressed in equally loose clothes. His eyes covered by darker shades. A latino youth at his side, a statement that would have been an obscenity in some places of the city. Bigger, more full in body. His black clothes hanging, yet less suggestively. Black sports pants not hanging where jeans did on the group. Instead the leg of his right side rolled up to expose the tantalizing succulence of his strong, smooth calf.
Leons heart leapt, thumping every strong pulse deep in his throat. Two worlds suddenly thrust upon each other, harsh reality and dream. Coinciding in abject contrast and dizzying beauty. Color and dream. Black and white painted with the exotic arrays of life in real. The experience rocked Leon, caused him to stare down at the wet pavements. More used to looking from afar, recording with his quick hand and skill. All words lost in the presence of his true dreams.
The lanky youth paced his steps, keeping even with the home boys around him. He felt a part of them. Accepted, if only in context. Yet feeling like a disguised sheep within a pack of wolves. Roaming where they may, unnoticing of him still, like so much of life.
Leon did what he did best. Observed. Watched. HIs mind lost beyond the thoughts that carried his every step. Kept him paced and metered with the youths around him.
If only. His true dream and life in one.
Leons eyes took in the strong youths back. He knew every inch of the young black, painted as intimately as if he had been a childhood friend. His mind would supply everything he needed to complete the picture. A personality carried on stoop of shoulders, on the way he slow walked with his slight limp. The way he joked on afar with his friends, all while Leons hand recorded all. His mind lost in the painting of those images, now held so truly in color before him. His eyes running every part of the youth, knowing. Wishing.
What would one chance with him be like? What would one chance beyond his black and white world be like?
The object of his affection.
Before Leons eyes. Unknowing.
The youth was lost to where he was being taken, by the flow of river that was the youths. He didnt care. He had no place to be, no place to belong. Leon could have wandered the streets all night within the fold of those home boys. Dreaming it was so much more than his fantasy world. The black before him that had stepped from the real world to his own in seconds. Only to return to more vivid reality before him. Leons breath, slow, heavy. His heartbeat falling with the beat of his feet against the pavement below him.
Leon watched the youth before him. Saw him glance back, at the rest of his boys. Those eyes caught his, before Leon lowered his head quickly. Presuming not to look, trying to appear where his mind would not let him be right now. A conflict of thoughts as he tried to look unnoticed, while his mind cried out for the attention of the youths strong hands. His eyes. The slow, eventual caress of his hands. Sweeping across the youths thin body. Warming beyond the cold of the night. His lips betraying the nature of his gender, to fulfill Leons deepest desires. Burnt across the passage of his body and soul.
His breath came heavy as he glanced back up. The youth turning into the stairway downward. Into the subways.
Leon turned, guided by his dick as much as his mind. His mind useless to supply the courage or means to utter what he wanted. A voice deep within him crying for the twist of fate that would put him where he wanted to be. For that one chance, to experience his heaven. This one youth, and no more. A chance to have what he truly dreamed, if never again. To see in color where he only saw in the scratched etchings of black and white.
Each step down surrounded the youth in the falling darkness of the underground. The sounds of the streets exchanged for the sounds of the subway. The thundering. The crush and pound of the commuters. His makeshift posse pushed close around, keeping him still close within their folds. Around them, the subconscious avoidance of humanity around them. Parting the seas of inner city suits perhaps by fear of what could be. Reinforced by race and appearance. Things too common to be noticed anymore, by Leon or any of the other youths.
Leon paced quietly after the youth, still drawn, still seeing. Watching as he headed towards the waiting train. Unnoticing of everything else beyond. How busy it was that night. The cold dankness of the subway around him, that he spent so often within. The smell and stench of humanity around him. Packed so heavily. Unnoticing of all as the youth lead him towards the train, its door open. its light inviting inwards. Accepting as Leon followed. Uncaring. Having no choice. Where ever this youth went. Where ever he travelled. Even if Leon had no chance at all of his dreams, he knew he had no choice but to follow.
Trapped by his heart. Imprisoned by his dreams and wants. His desires. The strong, painfully obvious throbbing within his jeans. Controlled by an intoxicating blend of need and want. A selfish mix, created by the pains and inadequacies of the world that had raised him. Taught him to long what he did for fulfillment.
Just one dream.
Leon stepped onto the train, now at least noticing the press of man. Glanced left. Right. Searched for a seat, more now on force of habit. Humanity pushed urgently behind him, the lanky youth turning right, noticing with a pounding heart what lay before him. The object of his affection, taking his place standing at the end of the train, just up from the door. As Leon lowered his head, yet forced himself to glance upwards. Casual. Now very much in the eyes of his dreams. Seeing the slow pace of judgement that laid across him. Evaluated him with every passing moment.
The youth returned his glance. A long, steady stare, yet so sure and strong. He nodded briefly, muttering a greeting below his breath, as Leon walked forward. Put himself beside the big youth as the remainder of the commuters piled onto the train. Three more of the youths friends pushed behind him suddenly, a big black in an oversized sweatshirt and padded vest. The other two that he had seen by his side.
Leon felt his cheeks burn as he was forced forward. Perhaps under normal circumstances he would have taken a strategic seat. Chanced glances the whole trip. Admired from afar like he always did. Recording every curve and stroke in his mind, to be committed to pad when he had the chance. It would never have been like this. So close. Yet he was forced forward in direct confrontation. Finding himself in the short alcove that led to the door between carriages. Locked off. Leaving him faced with his dream. The boys posse directly behind.
The lanky youth glanced down, backwards. Searching a way back to try and retreat to somewhere more comfortable. For his nerves and mind at least, if not his body. Leon felt his breath. Heard it escape his mouth in raspy strokes. Just steps away. His eyes taking in the stocky blacks shoes. The tattered, trampled ends of his jeans. Dare he glance upwards again? What would he see? Confronting dream and reality face to face. Why this close?
Leon felt his body burning beneath the warm embrace of his clothes. Nervously unshouldering his pack to place it at his feet. The youth glanced upwards, catching the blacks eyes. A brief smile and nod again. His heart pounded in his chest. He thought to say something. Anything, perhaps a greeting. His mind forcing silence where he wanted to speak. His words failed him. So many times he had danced this dance within the depths of darkness. Rehearsed this moment upon a fantasy one night, his hand firmly around his manhood. Prayed just one chance to play the dream for real.
But not like this. Not this close.
Leon felt the lurch of the train, something that pushed him directly against the youth. Caused his dick to spark with the supple contact of bodies. He muttered his apologies, his hormones celebrating and thrilling over the briefest of contacts. The feel of the blacks body, his leaned momentarily against his. The ride and softness of the muscle below his baggy white tshirt. Transposed in the starkest realities directly to his fantasies. Fueling the deepest desires he felt for him. The only one. His one desire.
The youth gathered his mind. Glanced up again. Caught his words as he noticed the ride in his baggy jeans. His eyes dancing slightly to glance at the blacks. Despite the ludicrous hang of his jeans, the expanse of his silky black boxers, he saw no hint. Cursing the presence of his tshirt. The way it hung heavily past his groin, the loose white material hiding far beyond the sweetest moments of his perfect body. Leon felt the slow throb of is own, fantasizing, even this close at the truth that lay beneath the stocky blacks own clothing.
Why now? Why here? Why did he never have the chance?
Leons reality swum. Slowed like treacle as he stood. Staring silently at the wall opposite him. So aware of his own feelings. The powerful presence beside him. He felt basked in the youths power and strength. His presence and respect. What he felt so strongly for him, what he represented. What he wished he was himself. His throat felt dry, almost sore. Leons dick refused to give in the slightest, drawing an uncomfortable sweat beneath his clothes. The closeness drew the heat from him, settled it across the slopes of his body like the rain that had fallen minutes before.
The youth spent the eternity of moments alone with his silence. Questioning what had become so quickly. Gifted so cruelly by life a way, but not a chance. The uncomfortable closeness felt strange to him, drew more than his nervous sweat and inability to act. His mind all but cursed what had become as he felt the train lurch to a stop.
He turned.
Scared.
Wanting escape to his own world. The safer one in his mind. Ignoring the cowardness that saw him turn in the face of his dream.
Leon paused to grab his pack, suddenly hearing a curse. Humanity bared up against him as a renewed wave of the ocean broke against the shores of the train. He felt the push of the large black, who had been standing the other side of him. Caught the look in his eye. The sudden, stark push of his big body. A voice came from deeper into the train.
"For fucks sake! MOVE BACK!"
Leons breath escaped him, a gasp, as his dick throbbed. The eventual shove that sent him hard up against the stocky youth. His heart all but stopped as he stared directly into the blacks eyes. Colored yellow by the tint of his shades. Fear rose as he felt his hard erection push directly against the youths thigh.
The youth felt the lurch of the train once more. The bigger black behind him, pushed hard against his back. Leaving him trapped between two hard bodies. Trapped and unable to escape. Move. Avert his eyes from where cruel twist of fate had placed them. Leon felt nothing more obvious than the weight and strength of the bodies against his. The hard, thick throbbing that now beat against the stocky blacks leg.
Questions fell from those yellowed brown eyes.
A slight expression conveyed a million unspoken words.
Leon felt the shame. Expected the flood of emotion that would inevitably follow. That he had felt before. He lowered his gaze, barely managing to move it beyond the level of that broad chest. Any closer against the thug and his lips would have been where he could only wish.
The lanky youth felt his heart throbbing, wishing that his erection would fall. Maybe he didnt feel it. Maybe he was just so self absorbed with the fact he had it, knowing he had it for the one person he was pushed so hard against, that it felt as obvious as it did. Leon begged for the chance he didnt truly feel it. Begged that the glance he had received seconds ago didnt question the fullness of his hard on that lay buried along the hard thigh of the big black.
Leon swallowed hard, feeling the larger black behind him shift. There was a slight give, the motion providing more room. Room that was quickly taken up by the blacks big body. Leon felt an unmistakable presence, despite its state, press against his ass. His glance rose slightly, on surprise. Fear. Falling instantly back within the eyes of his dream.
There lay something strange there. In the yellow tint. A sunshine that bathed the soft pools of brown below. Leon let his gaze stay, felt it more than welcomed in the depths of those eyes. An almost relaxed state, a realization where there had been only surprise before. Leon felt every since breath travel from his lungs, his chest all but pushed against the broad chest of the youth. Still feeling the fear and nervous grip the situation had on his mind, body and soul.
Leon let his eyes stay. Seeing the questions and expectations fall somewhat. Unsure of what those pools of humanity held. If they meant to hurt in the sense of trust they seemed to portray. Perhaps luring with the promise he felt, begged for. The chance that seemed to offer in the very heart of that look.
Leon watched with faltering glance as the youth licked his thick lips slowly.
An innocent, silence chuckle seemed to pass them. A nervous breaking of ice. Both knowing too well the proof of affection that lay against the big youths thigh. Knowing true well what it meant. What silent message it past, beyond the question of glance and gaze. Leon saw the questions rise as his eyes met the youths again. Unspoken in word, yet heard so loudly in the press of the youths body. In the undying depths of his eyes.
Leon shyly lowered his eyes again, basking somewhat in the solid press of the youths body. The closeness, though initially unnerving, unfelt before, bought with it a strange comfort. The push of his lanky form against the blacks. A mating in flesh and presence that spoke so loudly to Leon of the differences. His legs felt the strength and power that he stood pushed against, the rise and fall of his own chest mating with the breadth of the blacks in return. The feel of his muscle there, unyielding, but accepting of the presence of the lanky teenagers. Leon felt a warmth unfelt. Basked in its presence. In that of his.
The object of his affection.
Was this truly his? The youth felt the question glance briefly through his mind, impossibly. Where his body had all but taken over. His eyes revelling in what he wanted to be. Felt it pressed so longingly against his own. He felt mated, joined. He felt as much of the blacks as he was of himself. Surrendering his own, weaker, smaller body for that he had only dreamed. Feeling the press now of something more.
Leons eyes rose again to meet the youths. This time he saw mirrors of his own. The lust there as he felt the lump against his leg. Felt an ever so slight rise and fall. The youths breath rose as he realized the implications, the reality. His own dick still pounded hard, the implied stroke drawing the slightest dampness of pre cum in his boxers. He felt the press against his leg. Against his ass.
There was no denying what he felt. As unanswerable as his own. Yet somehow impossibly shared beyond. Leon saw the look in the blacks eyes, it scared him in its boldness. Its brash, unquestionable purpose. Leon felt the gentle rise and fall that rose within his body. Of the bodies pressed against his. The invitation lay within those eyes as they flickered briefly across his young face, still hooded by the shadows of his sweatshirt. Lost to lust and purpose, Leon had long since answered. Long since surrendered to the power and respect that lay before him, pushed up against the wall of the train. That lay his own pushed against his dreams.
Leon felt the stroke rise a little. Felt the unavoidable lump that rose against his leg. Against his ass. An erotic dance of bodies that ensued, unquestioned by context. Ignored of presence. Leon felt himself pressed between the two thugs, letting them do what they wanted. Feeling his own desires leak in a steady stream from his stiff dick. Smearing, coloring the blacks and whites of his mind in the vivid, undeniable color that he felt within him as he rubbed slowly between the two bodies.
The lanky youth let himself be moved slightly. Felt the intention behind him as he found himself between the stocky youths legs, his own pressed against his. Both blazing with the same undying intent. Leon felt dizzy with the heat, by the closeness of their bodies. Smelling his own sweat, the rise of the sex between them. Noticing for the first time, to his right, the latino in black, pressed against the wall. Leons eyes traced a drunken path down the latinos arm, movement betraying intent and purpose. His heart throbbing at the proof of his vision as he saw the bulge of the youths fist within his baggy black sports pants. His black tshirt pulled askew by his actions, baring the slightest hint of his back growing hair, the size of his arousal.
Leons eyes caught the unavoidable lust that lay within the latinos eyes.
They mated too perfectly with those before him.
Leon felt the push behind him rise the long shaft of a lump against his ass. Inhibited by two layers of thick jeans and sweats, yet presence no lessened, the size and power that drove it against him there. The stroke that pressed his lanky form closer to the youths before him. Mated his own purpose against his, joined them groin against groin in an erotic blend of bodies. Leon felt the conflict of the youths own stroke carrying against him. Smelt the unmistable musk of male scent rising between them all. Blending into an intoxicating mix of hormones and desires. He smelt the rise of sweat of their bodies, strong like the musk of a locker room, its cause undeniable to the mind.
The lanky youth watched as the black took his biceps strongly with his hands, revelled in the feelings that accompanied. The youths mouth dipped forward towards Leons, as he backed off, slightly off guard by the motion. Caught instead by a second attempt, pressing the blacks thick lips to his own in a rough press of male and male. Far deeper and sexually than that which had already occurred.
Leon died on one touch. Felt himself drift to heaven.
The thick lips pushed against his, a softness he had never dreamed of. Never felt in any of his dreams. A color he had never seen. The intoxicating brilliance shocked him, causing his maleness to pound again and again, making his whole body weak. He fell within his instant lovers big arms, felt the support that held him before and behind. No more true than the softness and firmness that took his lips. Turned ever so slightly to press closer, deeper. The wetness of the blacks tongue claiming between his own lips. Opening a whole world as Leon surrendered his every fantasy to him.
The lanky youth lay unresistant of the advance, taken so fully by the kiss that he lost what to do. Lost everything beyond the power of the reality. His dream. His thug. His home boy. His everything, taking so fully of his lips, pressing male against male in that which he had only speculated on sensation. The thick wetness of his tongue which claimed so completely all he had to give. Drew his breaths now for him as he breathed life anew into his lanky body.
Leon opened his mouth further, responded as best he could. Unbelieving of the conflict of strength and yielding. The power he felt consuming him so fully, yet giving so softly on his mouth. The stocky youths tongue painting in a tapestry of colors unseen, redefining his view of black and white forever. Again and again as his mouth took deeper and deeper, opening Leon to his advances. Strong, yet subtle. Leon felt the press all along his body. Felt the blacks nose press against his face, the unyielding hardness of his shades. The softer push of his drooling locks as they fell against his cheeks.
The lanky youth let his arms fall up around the blacks body as the kiss deepened.
Leon felt a new freedom as he responded more fully, encouraged by every inch of the blacks body against his. A full acceptance beyond, in the throbbing of the stocky youths own cock, of the strong surround of his arms and muscles. His lips possessing him deeper with every passing second. Leon let his lips speak back, suddenly, as if he had always known the language the black spoke in return. Tasting every part of the blacks, feeling every wet part of his tongue and mouth. The sensations tingling a true warmth through his lanky form.
Behind him the bigger black had renewed the stroke against him. Proofing every inch of his now throbbing maleness along the size of his ass. Causing Leon to moan against the stocky blacks mouth in a blend of need and desire. Push back against those advances, only to encourage a power renewed. A size and power that only complimented more completely the power that pushed against his back. Forced each grinding stroke against the giving materials of their jeans. Making Leon press harder, praying for new dreams, new chances, beyond the dizzying fears.
Leon felt the black shift before him slightly, his dick leaping as his hand pressed against it, proofed its size before working within. The lanky youth felt himself drooling, his dick weeping the fullness of his erotic needs, as his lips fell harder against the blacks. Felt his hand struggle with his own fly. A struggle he felt in every twist, every movement of the blacks stocky muscles, before he rose, pulled a fistful of his sagging jeans to dip his hand within. Obviously claiming himself by every inch, Leon feeling the impassioned moan against his mouth, the satisfaction and release it spent across the youths stocky form.
Leon felt the battle the black fought within his own sagging jeans. His fist locked around his stiff dick, manipulating and moving in motions that pushed and rubbed against the youths own pulsing groin. A rough, unsteady series of push and take that aroused them both, yet fell so far from the mark. Leon kept his lips locked with the blacks as he continued to pleasure himself, the youth finding his hands falling, running down the soft stockiness of his lovers body. Feeling the slick silk of his boxers. The lack of protest as he slipped his hands boldly into his baggy jeans.
Both knew where they wanted his hands.
Leon felt the kiss between them break for the first time. A string of saliva trained between their lips, hanging slightly on the blacks thicker, fuller mouth. The lanky youth drowned in the visual attentions of those soft eyes, inviting, suggesting, reassuring in one total glance. Leons eyes dancing so completely across his features, taking in the fullness of his face. His strong, pacific reminiscent features. Broad nose. Bathing a million erotic pleasures in the presence of his eyes. Of the gaze so filled with the lust he felt.
The lanky youth saw the blacks eyes fall somewhat, a suggestion not misunderstood. A task that Leon was far too willing to fulfill, a small cry from the sacrifices he would make for his dream. Leons eyes darted downward slightly, taking in the expanse of his broad chest. Relishing the tantalizing fall and hang of his baggy tshirt, feeling how his hands invaded so easily the depths of his clothes. So close to his bare flesh, stroking still within the loose sag of his jeans. Even then, all but threatening to fall from those hips. Expose in fullness what Leon dreamed. Felt in desire that throbbed within his now aching organ. He saw the blacks arm hidden beneath his tshirt, a bold fist bulging in the front of his oversized jeans.
Leon paused the few brief moments, still in the dizzy intoxication of their sex. Feeling the hard rub against his ass, still riding against his clothes, in a deeply sexual release. He felt his wrist grabbed with strength, felt his hand pulled forward, around the size of the blacks hip. Hearing the all but rasping breath at his ear, the black behind him a mirror to his intentions and wants. Serving as a powerful courage in his own lack of. Leon felt the larger blacks chest push harder against his back, his hand finally slipping over his dreams last unseen fantasy.
"Grab his dick, bro."
Leons eyes were wide, his mind already blank with the realization of what he felt. Nothing more truly fearsome than the thought, the reality a blinding new high. Beating within his grasp, the blacks own surrendering to the clasp of his own hand. Leon felt the burning heat, consuming the silken slickness of the blacks boxers. A dampness made the softness there more slicked, his hand fitting more easily, guided as much by it as by his mind and want to possess. To experience and feel that which he wished was his own in return. Hearing his breath rasp in the twin that fell roaring against his ear.
The lanky youth saw his dreams hand leave his pants, push against his hip again as he struggled again with his jeans. This time he felt the release, all but heard the sound of his sagging pants puddle around his ankles. His hand came more free now, rubbing against his own throbbing dick as he surrounded the blacks. The hand that had forced his passage took a new hold, this time over his hand, pushing his grasp ever onward. Deeper inside. Taking his senses within the youths boxers, wrapping his fingers fully around his bared and erect flesh.
"Oh yeah .... do dat shit, mahfucka .... feel that?"
Leons senses were overwhelmed. The size there felt impossible. All he felt was size, pushed against his every part. Surrounding him as he surrounded unbelievably the one true part he desired the deepest. He felt the moisture, more wet, more real. The heat and size making his hand slicked, forced in an easy stroke against something he had only felt and seen of himself. Dreamed of in others in his own world where he could afford to do so. Somehow, he felt born again, opportunity forced upon him to re explore every part of himself through his dreamed lover.
"Thats good, bro," his dream said. Leon melted anew, this time on his voice. Smooth, soft. Light, where his body felt so hard, heavy. "That feels real good."
"Just hold your hand right for it," the larger black ordered.
Leon did as he was told, feeling the building stroke as the black rode against his willing fist. The wetness flowed too easily, lubricating the base and eager lust. Coloring the three youths with the powerful stench of sex as the black fucked in slow, gradual strokes. The lanky youth felt a new thrust against his ass, felt the hand on his slid against his own groin. Begin the assault on his own jeans. He felt himself cower, felt a strong, consuming embarrassment as the bigger blacks hand sought out his dick. Leon ashamed, scared of the reaction. He felt such powerful proof of the manhood surrounding him. Throbbing within his hand, rubbing undying against his ass. Everything that surrounded him, every proof in his new world made him feel powerless to the size he experienced.
The youth gasped, feeling the large blacks hand finally react inside his baggy jeans. Take his short member. The big hand ridiculing his size in the way it possessed so fully. He waited for the words that never came. The judgement that never fell upon him.
The thugs powerful hand accepted him fully. As the youths around him accepted him equally. Unjudged. Equaled purely on lust.
Leon paused the few moments to return to his senses. Experiences pleasures renewed as the larger black began to slowly work his aching cock. They were slow, steady strokes, pulling rhythmically on his tightened foreskin as much as his palm caused the friction of pleasure against his smaller dick. The wetness of his lust, for his ultimate dream, for the sexual act he engaged in, in the erotic highs of feeling another male holding him there, slicking his burning pole with more and more fluidity. The lanky youth felt a renewed flow of pre cum, the casual, yet intent masturbation drawing him closer, where the purpose of act, and sight of his thug lover had only started.
Leon basked in the acceptance. In the pleasure. In the high and lustfulled eyes before him, still shaded in rich yellow. His mind was equally high, studying in intricate detail every smooth curve of the face before him. The youth dreamed it was his own. Both in reality, and in the form of the blacks. His forever, with him, together in his own world that he had so readily created. Placed this one stocky home boy as god and creator within. The one true statement of truth. Of desire. Of what was highest.
The lanky youth felt surrounded in the sensations of this sudden, sexual experience. The gentle, almost unheard slurping, above the sound of the train. Young, horny dicks, striving for quick release, ready, willing in all ways and form. The rich smells of the act came easily to his nose, filling him with the erotic aftertastes of spent promise of what was to come. On all sides, the hard and steady push of strong, tempered young street muscle. Testimony of strength and maleness, far beyond the street blasphemy of male sex. Rubbing, stroking, grinding in the shifting upright dance that he and his two partners performed to the silent music of desire.
Leon moaned, his eyes lost in his lovers as he stroked still against his hand. The lanky youth feeling the overwhelming sensations of his approaching climax fighting deep within the power of his sex. His panting breaths attempting in poor duty to warn, cry out to the larger black. His hand so expertly drawing closer the seed of his want, if only on the possibility it was his own. Leon strained back, reveling in the feelings it illicted, the feeling of the blacks hard body against his. His rigid cock pressed still tight against his ass. Struggling against the approaching storm, crying out meekly as he erupted rope after rope into the confines of his jeans. The fact no lessening the larger blacks eager stroke.
"That feel good for you?"
"Yes," Leon replied quietly, still breathless. He saw the blacks eyes before him, still on his. Still studying the depths, as he rode his erection against the youths hand.
"Good," came the blacks heavier voice. "Cause your ass is feeling real nice against mine."
Leons mind danced at the implications. He found himself grinding back slightly, encouragement to what his still lustfulled mind wanted to experience. Feeling the big blacks hand still surrounding his still pulsing dick. The inside of his jeans and boxers as ripe as the blacks hand with his thick young cum.
"Fuck you, Q," his lover said eventually. His voice showed the strain of his arousal. "Im gonna need this nigga down on me. You can get ass somewhere else."
The lanky youth felt the blacks stroke all but give up against him. The powerful, sexual implication lay almost as a command in the stocky blacks eyes. When Leon would live or die for the object of his true desire, he was more than willing to the task. Realizing instantly the needs of the horny thug. His existence to serve without question where the thug stood as king and god in his mind. In his quiet, private world, where he could so easily escape to be with his lover. That whom he wished he was, and was with. A dream and world opened up, suddenly reality, like the powerful and complete opening of his own sexual conquering to the bigger blacks hand around his untouched sex.
"You down to slowneck for me, nigga?"
"Yes," Leon replied. There was no other answer.
The blacks voice lowered, his eyes hypnotizing, sultry. "I wanna cap my nut in your mouth."
"I want you too."
"Good, cause Im really down for that shit."
Leon felt the eager hands well after he had already submitted, already begun to fall to his knees before the youth. Ignorant of their location, of the possibilities. Only knowing of what lay before. What answer had finally been given to his pains. His desperate prayers, uttered on the highs of climax. If only. One chance. The true desire of his heart. To be there for him. The countless years of staring at that which he created by his own hand. Finally given color, beyond the rough of black and white.
The youth felt the bite of the trains floor against his knees. Felt the cooler air against his open fly, and dick inside, now that the blacks hand had left him there. Behind him, the larger black, his hands now on his shoulders. He felt one hand, his right, leave after a moment. Most likely attending to more needy requirements. Leon though he almost heard the relief above him, the sound of the blacks sigh. Before him, the thick legs of his dream, bared for all but his baggy boxers. The cruel, bent length of his dick sticking out through the short slit. Glistening with the wetness of his want.
Leon looked it over, barely believing that he had but moments before held it in his hand. It looked bigger than it felt, a thick, hard length of beaten street thug. Far from what he had imagined, purely on his own personal lack of experience. Still more than loved in its presence, its willingness. His lovers dick, a hard, very thick twist of male testimony, bent rigidly to his right. The thick core of his cock running the underside to its flaring, naked head. As inviting in dream as the blacks lips, the broad, speared head a new sexual mouth to the youth. Begging the same deep kiss.
The thick shrub of black pubic hair nested inside the thugs boxers, the same that hid his heavy balls from Leons eyes. The lanky youth reached timidly, shakey, where previously his hand had held the home boys hefty pistol grip of flesh without thought. Sight a bold new statement and reality before his eyes. So close to his mouth, where he had never had it. Thought only entertained upon sex filled and needy dream. The thick, smothering musk of his aroma filling his nose, the slicked shaft as intimidating before him as the rest of the stocky youth.
Leon leapt. For the pleasure of his desire.
Putting his virgin mouth where he most wanted it. Wanted for his lover.
The shower of emotion washed over the both of them, something that Leon felt paramount among the twist of erotic sensations. The blacks body as filled with feeling as his own, experiencing in full trueness the act of what was happening. A blinding marinade of emotions shocked his senses, colored with the sensations of the blacks sex. As the lanky youth felt the almost immediate push of the black above him, against his mouth, in a desperate need to deepen the rich feelings that burnt within the object of their desires.
Leon struggled to sort the telling of his senses. The feeling of the blacks dick in his mouth was strange, more so than he would have guessed. The pleasurable dream and fantasy that was, now a blunt reality. Coming too eager by his black lovers lusty wants, rather than the utopic exploration Leon had always thought of. There was an urgentness behind the hard, twisted dick, as the black pushed with his hips. Encouraging a more fuller conquering of his throbbing sex. An act that filled Leons young senses with the overwhelming statements of the blunt act.
The strange size and feel of the youths dick.
A strange, salty taste that ran every inch of that still throbbing shaft.
Bared to his lips as he began an all but timid suck-suck motion, his mind thinking only to do what he had dreamed in the presence of a thousand errant feelings and emotions.
Nothing felt like this. Leon found himself consumed in the sensations of that which was unfolding before him. Nothing he had ever had in his mouth came close to the fleshy, sweaty, pre cum slicked presence that he found himself slowly trying to accept. His lips seemed to fit around it in an almost perfect embrace, as his mouth, and his lovers shaft rubbed and ran in haphazard pattern. The friction no doubt causing the black an immense of pleasure, as he fell back against the wall, his hands rubbing encouragingly at Leons hood, then to his short, ratty dreads.
Leon felt the desperate need there. Strangely, the need there felt far more powerful than the one he had felt in his gaze upon the youth. Impossibly, his own need felt second to this lusty, wanting eagerness. The hands of his dream, strong, big, pulling his head forward, where his hips met to push in a strong, slow stroke. Leon felt himself pausing, doing as he had with his hand, merely holding to take the blacks dick as he stroked against his body.
One that was just there. No further on a need deeper than that. No where near the strength of emotion Leon felt in his want for that true companionship of his dream. Yet still shadowed by the more consuming action of the black to get off on his mouth.
Leon kept his mouth straight for the youth, feeling the twist of his dick making the stroke a strange, almost difficult one. The almost extreme right curve of the youths cock causing his member to push more incessantly against his cheek inside. Leon moving more often than not, to the gratification of the stocky youth, to take the dick more correctly, where his needful stroke sent it askew.
"Oh yeah ... oh yeah .... fuck yeah boy .... yeah ...."
The lanky youth heard the stream of breathless praises falling from above him. For some reason felt the push of the larger black behind him. His hand again on his shoulder, where his lovers had begun stroking deeper into his jet black dreads. His nose pushed suddenly, deep into the intoxicating depths of the blacks tight curved bush, ranking his senses with an overbearing smell of male musk. The smell came to a bewildered set of senses, still struggling, still fighting to hold in check the sensations still raining within him, and around him.
Leon felt the passage of the blacks thick, wet cock press with more urgency. The chorus of moans and quiet words escalate. As he felt the ride of youths big dick, the occasional caress of his broad, cut head again pulling to color his lips with the stark paints of his arrested juices. The black taking his dick with one hand, handling it so to run it against Leons young lips, leaving a trail of wetness against his mouth. Against his cheek as the hard twist and eagerness of his thick dick wrenched his sexual club from his grasp slightly. Before it came to bare again against Leons mouth, slipping slowly within in a wet, slurping stroke.
"Oh fuck ... oh fuck .... here it comes nigga ..... Im ready to bust ...."
The light voice all but whispered to him, where he failed to hide his moans of arousal. Leon found his body bracing for what he knew was to come. Not finding an overwhelming willingness to participate where he had originally, and eagerly, gone to his knees. Put his mouth on the thugs blazoned cock. The lanky youth felt a slight dread, almost fear of having to taste what was to follow. The whole act too quick, too eager. Too willing where he had only dreamed a slow and gentle exploration.
The taste came to his lips in an overwhelming shower of salt. A single, strong pulse that colored his mouth and chin with the force of the stroke.
The next fell against the back of his tongue, as the black shoved himself inside Leons mouth. Moaning at the intensity of his climax, the sensations of filling the youths mouth with his seed. Muttering incoherently above him as surge after surge of strong juice filled Leons mouth. Only to be forced back, swallowed for lack of alternative. Leon finding himself in the spur of the moment drinking with an almost eagerness, taking that thick, invading dick a little deeper.
He fought the urge to spit. Even moreso once his slacking sex slipped from his mouth.
Withdrawing that which he had dreamed of taking. Would have no other was in the depths of his own, self created world of bliss. Where only his truest dreams and feelings sat. Alone to the cruelness that surrounded him every day. A solitary escape. Answered in strange irony at the act that had unfolded. Coming off perhaps less than felt. Something of Leons spirit dropping as he felt the taste within his mouth he couldnt banish. A thickness that colored ever part of his lips and tongue.
Something he found himself wanting to clean out. Despite the deeply intimate taking he had just received. A one part of his thuggish lover that he had wanted so badly.
Leon felt his senses drag back to the reality of the train. The harsh knock to the back of his head, jarring his senses, making him cower in an almost instinct reaction. Coming from the too eager fist of the larger youth as he jacked his long length, the last few strokes that took him to his climax. Showering a few short, wet trails of male cum through Leons weedy dreads. Heralded by the eventual moan and release that the youth felt come to his ears. Born on the blissful climax of the larger black.
The youth struggled to his feet, his knees hurting. Aided by his lover, coming again tight within the press of his stocky, warm body. The lanky youth saw the softness in those yellowed eyes, felt the breath escape from his panting lips to fall hot against his cheek. There was a familiarity there, but one that Leon felt he'd rather not see. In favour of his thoughts, as he tried to make sense of what had passed. That which he had asked for. This was what he wanted, he reasoned silently. This is what he had asked for, gazing into his drawings. Spending countless hours in the creation, eager and quick stroke bringing thought to paper.
This. This was the object of his affection. This is what he wanted.
And he had had it. That which he would have dreamt of that night. Released his own seed in lusty fantasy, thoughts of being locked within the embrace of this one stocky youth. A street born thug. His only, making him as much himself as the youth gave of himself. He had received in the most bluntest reality what he would have only dreamed of.
Leon felt it fall far, far short.
The youth felt his eyes drop, seeing the bright white of the youths tshirt, still falling across that broad, strong chest. He still felt the breath of his lips. His nose was rich with the smells of male sex, a powerful, unavoidable musk that saturated the air. He felt the larger black behind him, obviously struggling with his jeans in the passing of his climax. The latino that had been beside him the same time gazed back, his baggy sports pants still tented, his face willed with an expression of want. Desire. Born of hot, lusty sex.
Leon questioned himself, struggled with the reality. That which he had always seem. Reasoned would solve all the problems of his cursed existence in the undying ghettos of his life. A presence that he now basked in, within the stocky embrace of his dreams. Solving little. Creating far more.
"Get my pants ...."
Leon turned his head somewhat, eventually doing his best to dip, pull the blacks sagging jeans up to have them taken by the youths hand. Buttoned and flied quickly. A task complete. A need fulfilled. Nothing more. Leon looked back up at those soft eyes, his own hardening somewhat as he saw the physical. Everything his soul cried for in the erotic dreams of his desires. Nothing of the mental. Nothing beyond the hard press of his stocky body.
"Thanks nigga .... your shit is hot."
The youth felt the train lurch to a stop, realizing he had felt that same feeling countless times now, since he had boarded. The confines around him loosened. He felt his body free from the stocky youths, stepping back to see the full length of the thugs stocky form. A sight that mated suddenly with the drawing he had in his mind. Had committed to paper in such intricate detail. Burnt on his mind, his dreams. The lanky youth saw him step forward, push against him again as he did his best to move past him. Into the body of the train. Leon turning to see the entourage of thuggish youths, the larger black, the latino, the shorter black of the group, head towards the door of the train. Now far more emptied. The realization coming to the youths mind that the press had long since been one of need. Turning eventually as the train had emptied out into a desired closeness between males.
A want to get off. Nothing more.
Leon felt himself fight for a second, as he grabbed up his pack. Step after the stocky black as he saw him turn his head. Give him a look that spoke so deeply of sexual conotation and suggestion. An invitation, if nothing less, born on one slow, smooth glance as the stocky youth slow walked off the train. Expecting him to follow.
Leon fought. Found himself dropping into a nearby, now very much empty seat. Realizing the absence within the train now, so much further on in time. Mating too perfectly with that which he felt inside. Watching as the object of his affection walked out onto the platform. Unrepentant. Unregretting of that which had passed.
An object. Nothing more. Leon found himself realizing that which he had never looked deeper into. The emotion beyond his own. Where it had blazed in so true feeling across the skies of his own created world. Where emotion had consumed him to seek and to feel and experience. To beg to presence of that one who could fill the emptiness within himself. Filling physically in full ableness. Doing nothing to fill in emotion. In care, or want. Leon knew his own feelings too well. Knew that they had blinded him to the reality that he overlooked in his own world, as he had created countless possibilities to satisfy that which he felt within.
The feelings of another.
The too complex emotions of the other. An assumption that Leon had made time and time again as he stared at the face of his dream. Drew the gentle stroke of pencil against pan. Created in the fanciful fantasy that he had created. Taking physical from the world around him, supplying his own mental and emotional. Patching life and assumption of reciprocated feeling into the sketches he drew hours on end. Seeing, but not realizing the dreams he created were his alone.
Shared by no others. Very much less the one that had passed within the world of his existence that early night. Leon felt cheated as he saw the stocky youth, his jeans still very much sagging, walking away from the train. A departure soon empounded on as the subway train embarked once again.
Leon pulled the hood of his baggy sweatshirt down tight over his head. He glanced around at the now quiet and unpacked train, seeing the occasional person here or there. He had seen this scene countless times. Had ridden this train a lifetime of nights before. Taking the shelter from the cold of the city outside. Taking the time to sketch again the unnoticing features of yet another figure, populating a world that he wanted to escape to, did so so often in his drawings.
But then, in the quiet of the train that night. For the first time, Leon didnt feel like drawing.