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This story is a work of gay erotic fiction. It contains instances of sexual activity between boys or men and if you are underage, offended by such work, or is illegal to read in your jurisdiction, please stop now.
The names and places in this story are entirely fictitious, any resemblance to persons alive or dead, or to events is entirely coincidental and unintentional. This story is copyrighted, ©2014 to the author and it is therefore illegal to copy or use any part of this story without my prior written consent and permission.
About the story - Even though there would fiction, a lot of the story is based on my emotions and my experiences. I am trying to weave a bit of love, emotion, fantasy and sex all in my story, but please do not expect complete hard core sex in the stories. I mean it to be a touching story of love and not sex. Some parts of the story maybe connected, but mostly will be discrete based on different experiences.
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The guy on the Subway
As I was travelling down the escalator in the subway station, I first saw him. And at that moment my heart exploded. The guy in the blue shirt. He stood out among the 100 other people on the platform. I did not care any more about anyone else. I just wanted to run and hug him, kiss his rosy red lips, which made me yearn for him. The wretched society doesn't let you do that, and of course the large possibility that he may not be like me. For I am dark, ugly and gay, living in the dark world of the closet. A world I can am forever locked in, for this life.
I walked down the escalator, slowly stealing glances at him, wishing he sees me, till I went to a spot opposite him and stood, waiting for the train, hoping it will be delayed a bit. He looked at me, a quick glance, uninterested, never realizing that I had stopped breathing at his beauty. I kept trying to act uninterested, as I usually do, when all the while I just wanted to keep looking at his beautiful face forever, immerse myself into his eyes, while playing with his soft hair which lightly brushed his forehead, and melt myself into those red lips carrying a fragile, faint smile. He turned his head again towards me, staring at my shoes and thinking about something, while I still was fighting myself over trying to look the other way. One of the reasons I have decided to disbelieve in God is because of what he has made me and the restrictions he has put on me. He is too cruel to be a higher power. I refuse to accept him.
The train arrived and I quickly chose to stand on the opposite door, hoping he will stand close by. He took the opposite end of the sliding door, facing in a perpendicular direction to me. The blue shirt and the red lips on his flawless skin made me desperate in my heart and yet I chose to stand there bound by those many worldly ropes, unable to ever free myself. He just stood there watching other passengers. I wished he had looked at least once, but did not. And then he looked from the corner of his eye towards me, and his lips curved a bit as if trying to avoid a smile. I realized I had been staring at him, and quickly turned away, but couldn't resist too long. He was still trying to hide a smile, as if he knew I was staring at him. Is he playing me up, I wondered? Is he interested in me, I pondered. Only if he had given me a hint, I would have probably run into his arms, but he continued his slight grin, mocking me and teasing me at the same time. He probably knew he had my attention, but maybe was probably not interested in me. Maybe he just wanted to pass his time on his way home. I will never know. Or maybe he is just a shy guy like me, who has been bound by the ropes of expectation and relationships, which cannot be broken. I can only wish, I was free and the world accepted me for all I am worth.
In my imagination I had already reached for those rose petal lips, softly touching them, inviting them to melt in my own. I closed my eyes and felt his warm breath on the neck, as he sighed his passion on me, sucking gently on that spot on my neck as I lost myself in his strong but gentle arms. His lean body muscle was taut against me, our chests and stomach matching in their tight curves. Every point on my body where he touched me sent waves of pleasantness in me. I pulled him into me so that we could be as close as physically possible, hugging him tight, for I was afraid he would leave. I could not bear the loneliness anymore. I wanted to stay in my perfect dream world, where I could be myself, with him forever.
It was a short journey home for me, and my train of thought broke on hearing the next station being announced. I had to get off. With a one last look at him, and a deep sigh, I got off the train. He did not even look at me leave. As the doors closed behind me, I picked up the pieces of my heart, as always, wishing I was never born. I am sure he would have forgotten me by the time the train left the platform, but I am grateful to him for those few minutes of pleasure in my life, when my heart thumped loudly, and for those few moments, when I could leave my worldly baggage behind and forgot everything, just for him. I will never be able to love anyone, hold them in my arms and snuggle with them in my bed, and I know that, but these are those small moments in my life, which I believe help me live, and push me to go on. Thank you my friend on the train, you made my day. I with all my heart wish you to be always truly happy.