Metro Encounter
Metro Encounter
April, 2001
STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY
All characters and situations are a figment of my imagination.
This story DOES NOT contains any graphic scenes of sex between males... though it IS meant for the man who loves men. Still, if you are underage please leave immediately....
THIS STORY IS DEDICATED TO
LUKE
"EAGLEMAN"
METRO ENCOUNTER
I just LOVE chocolate, every kind and in every way.... and my favorite chocolate candy happens to be Mars. But never in my wildest dream had I ever thought of chocolate as a sexual turn on or for that matter, even 'sexual' in any way, till that early winter morning last year ...
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It was a cold December morning and I was already late for my cricket practice, having overslept after a late night movie. To avoid having the coach yell at me in his usual way for being late or even worse, be forced to sit out the whole practice session, I decided on taking the metro instead of the bus. It would be a lot faster and more dependable, taking only about 15 minutes as compared to the normal surface transport, which would have taken well over 30... And as I hurried down to the underground, worrying about reaching the grounds on time, sex was the furthest thing on my perpetually horny sixteen-year-old mind.
I loved the game of cricket and had joined a training camp. It was a six month intensive training session and we, that's the guys in our group, had to go to the Maidan early each morning for our regular 2 hours of practice before returning home to prepare for college. The coach was a real strict taskmaster and didn't give us any breaks - no holidays, no Saturdays or Sundays, it was just practice and more practice come hail or high tide! But we weren't complaining, in fact we mostly enjoyed it, all of us, being passionate about the game and all that and he was a really good coach, one of the best in Calcutta!
And now with winter having set in and the colleges closed for the Christmas holidays it was time for some real hectic training sessions. We were now required to go each morning for about 4 hours of practice, slogging it out in the cold early mornings, with even your hands not visible on certain days due to the thick fog that settled over the city during this time of the year, before he called it a day. And once the practice was over we returned home. Though occasionally, on the more brighter days, some of us stayed back for a while longer and went on with our practice or just relaxed, sitting on the sprawling grounds, discussing the game or simply chatting, enjoying the early morning calm, watching the joggers and dog walkers....
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I ran down to the platform and got my ticket and almost immediately the train pulled in. Since it was so early and a Saturday, the train was practically empty and as the door of the coach nearest to where I stood opened, I got in, looking around to notice that the carriage too was empty except for a young guy who sat near the opposite entrance. And as the doors closed and the train began to pull out, I went and sat down, facing him, smiling a silent 'good morning'. He too smiled back with a slight nod.
He was about my age and as we rode in silence I noticed that he kept staring at me, unblinking, a slight smile playing on his incredibly rosy lips. It made me feel slightly uncomfortable, being stared at so openly, but I didn't much bother about it. And for the lack of anything better to do in the empty carriage I too looked back at him... And for some unknown reason the more I looked the more fascinating I found him!
With his glowing, unblemished complexion and the slightly wavy, shoulder length jet-black hair framing an amazingly handsome face he looked angelic.... with the wings and halo missing of course.... The delicate features made him look almost pretty but in no way feminine. His velvety lips glistened a bright red.... as if ready to burst, so full... and his black eyes twinkled, two sharp points in a perfect face.
He wore a dark jacket over a black turtleneck polo and a tight pair of black jeans, making his skin glow all the more, almost radiant and as I looked on, almost forgetting that I was staring, my eyes slowly traveled down... I saw him spread his legs, thrusting his hips out as if offering me a better view of whatever he thought my eyes sought. With a start I suddenly realized what I was doing and caught my breath, quickly looking away. But almost immediately I found myself turning back... my gaze directly on his face and that's when I saw him grin, a knowing smile, almost impish, inviting.... I flushed and turned away again, feeling extremely embarrassed and totally ashamed.
But with nothing to see outside and the carriage being totally empty and me sitting exactly opposite him, my eyes kept going back to him. And each time our eyes met I saw the boy smile, a very sensuous smile, flirtatious.... almost seductive, or was it just my imagination, making me squirm in my seat in nervous agitation, making my cock inexplicably hard! Suddenly there was a tremendous sexual tension in the air.... I supposed it was the age - sixteen.... or maybe the surging hormones..... otherwise there was no logical explanation for what I was experiencing.... I had never thought about guys, sexually.... (Well, neither had I thought of chocolate as sexual...) yet there was this tremendous arousal I was feeling.... He seemed so enigmatic yet playful, innocent yet seductive....
I took a deep breath and attempted to control the odd sensations that seemed to flood me and as I again forced myself to turn away, looking down the empty aisle, through the corner of my eyes I noticed some movement and found myself looking back towards him... my eyes following the motion of his hand. I saw him reach into his jacket pocket and pull out something.... and as I looked on I saw it to be a bar of Mars! He got it out and held it up, straight in front of him and slowly tore the top off the wrapper. And for some unknown reason I found that simple act of his as erotic and felt a shiver run down my spine.
And as I watched, staring shamelessly, he looked at me, straight into my eyes and parting those full lips, opened his mouth. Then placing the exposed part of the candy bar between his teeth he slowly, very slowly closed his mouth over it, his luscious lips stretched over the dark brown surface of the chocolate.... And, with eyes twinkling, bit it off! I shuddered and gasped softly, closing my eyes, feeling an awesome tingle pass through my whole frame.... my tongue unconsciously licking my parched lips....
As I opened them again and looked up I saw him grin, lowering his hand, chewing on the bit.... the glistening tongue tip poking out every now and then to lick those luscious lips....
His hand moved lower and my eyes lowered too, following his hand.... lower still.... He placed the hand down in his lap, between the spread thighs, the candy bar sticking out straight... and placed his other hand just below the bitten off section, running it slowly up and down the length, as if caressing.... and all the while looking straight at me and each time our eyes met he smiled.... a real cocky smile, outrageously impish, blatantly sexual....
I felt my pulse race and the heart slam, the blood audibly pumping through my buzzing ears as I sat and watched, as if hypnotized. And he kept smiling, the full, luscious lips curling in a most awesome way.... sensual, the pink tip of his glistening tongue peeking out, licking the red lips....
And as my hungry eyes drank in the outrageous movement of his stroking hand he slowly raised it back to his mouth and again parted those juicy lips, eyes fixed on me, twinkling... and this time he didn't bite it off, instead his tongue darted out and licked at it.... the moist tip swiping over the bitten off tip and around the surface. I watched, unblinking, almost mesmerized... and suddenly realized that I too was licking my lips.... gasping air through flared nostrils.... And he laughed, a silent laugh before putting it inside his mouth, wrapping those full lips around the candy bar and biting it off! I nearly groaned, feeling like the sharp teeth had just sank in around my throbbing penis ! It was so weird, I was so incredibly aroused.....
I saw my hands shaking and felt myself shiver.... it was so tantalizing, so terribly arousing.... and he had this grin on his face, watching me intently.... licking those full, red lips. I groaned silently as I again forced myself to look away, praying my stop would come soon, feeling the briefs stick to my pubes, wet from the leaked pre cum. Yet, each time we stopped at a station I said a silent prayer.... praying that no one would enter our coach!
He kept up with it.... gently peeling away the wrapper, his fingers caressing the exposed surface of the rich, brown chocolate and then putting it into his mouth and biting the tip off with an exaggerated move before lowering it back between his spread thighs! And my eyes stayed glued.... watching longingly his every move. And each time he raised his hand and the bar of chocolate to his mouth my eyes inexplicably followed, rising and lowering with his hands...
And then, as only a tiny bit remained, he took it out and popped it in his mouth, crumpling the wrapper and putting it back in his jacket pocket. He brought his fingers up and pouting those rosy lips began licking them, putting each finger inside his mouth and sucking on them, making loud, obscene smacking sounds.... and as I watched, as if in a trance, he put his other hand down between his spread thighs and squeezed his bulging crotch!
"Ooohhh!" I gasped, almost aloud, tearing my eyes away.... feeling my face burn, turning a few shades brighter...
I didn't know what I wanted.... what was happening to me.... I felt so confused, totally lost. But one thing I was sure of, if only he was to ask me, even once... make just a sign, any sign, I would be willing to go to the end of the world with him, do whatever he wanted.... I was so enamored, so aroused. I had never felt that way before, ever....
Suddenly the overhead speakers crackled to announce the next station, jerking me back to reality. It was my stop and as the train pulled in and ground to a halt I quickly got up, my cock still rock hard, tenting the front of my white slacks with lust, the thin cotton fabric stained by my leaked desire. But I made no effort to hide my shame and moved towards the exit and even before the doors were fully open I jumped out and ran for the stairs not daring to look back, back at the fast closing doors.... or the boy that sat within the brightly lit carriage.
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Well, my mind surely wasn't on the game that morning, as I kept making one silly mistake after another. It seemed to be everywhere but the game, well, not exactly 'everywhere' but tied to my cock and that throbbing penis seemed totally obsessed with the thought of that moist oral cavity and those luscious lips wrapped around the chocolate bar....
Soon the coach called me over to one side and told me to sit out the practice giving me a curious look.
"You seem lost and till you can't get your mind back on the game I guess it's better you sit and watch instead of getting the other boys to loose their concentration." he said sternly before walking away, back to the game.
I sat, my eyes staring, unfocussed, at the boys running and going through the paces... If only he had asked me.... asked me even once, to accompany him, then I would have gone to the end of the world.... would have done whatever he wanted.... only if....
If I ever meet him, again.... maybe... maybe this time I'll ask him to take me with him!
THE END
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