This story contains sex between two guys, if this is not your thing then you shouldn't be reading this stuff. This is a fictional erotic encounter, no STD can be caught because it's not part of the story line. Be careful and take precautions.
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Anyone who is a regular rider of the NYC subways knows that one thing you do not do is stare. You don't stare at anyone on the subway because it can get you into serious trouble. Most of the time when I get on I do one of two things, read something or close my eyes and daydream. I have learned not to stare because I know there are lot of people who take offense and the negative reactions are not worth it. But, that's the way I met Raul. I caught him staring at me and the result was anything but negative.
I got on the train one morning on my way to work in Manhattan. The ride from where I live in Brooklyn is about 45 minutes and I was into a book that I had started a couple of days before. There are some people that I see every morning in the station and I nod to them, but I really don't interact with anyone to much. This particular Monday morning I had noticed this handsome homeboy coming into the station just as I did. I took a look and then moved on. He stared at me and a sort of half-smile broke out on his face, but nothing else. When the train came, I got on and he was lost in the crowd. I didn't think anything of it except to note that he was handsome. The next morning I saw him again. This time he gave me a full smile and I gave him one back. Again, we were separated when the train came and I went on to work, engrossed in my book. When I saw him on the third day I was sort of looking for him, because by now I had figured out that we rode the same train every morning. It was curious, though, I had never seen him before two days ago. This time he got into the same car and stood a few feet away from me. I found a seat, took out my book and got into it. But when I looked up from my book I found him staring at me. I paid him no attention and looked back down, but curiosity caused me to look up again. He was still staring and this time he smiled at me. I smiled and nodded at him, and then went back to reading. But, I could no longer concentrate.
He was definitely good looking - about six feet tall, an almond colored Hispanic, maybe 19 or 20, straight black hair, dark eyes, thick eyebrows with a narrow mustache. It was winter and he had on a parka with the usual baggies, so I couldn't tell too much about his body. It didn't matter, though, because his face was really nice. I had no idea what was on his mind, but I knew what was on mine.
By the way, my name is Adam. I'm black, rather dark-skinned, 6'1'', nice build, 20 years old. I work out and my pecs stick out over a six pack that is awesome. I have long muscled legs, jutting buns and a nice piece between my legs. I've been told that I'm handsome, a kind of young Billy D. Williams. Anyway, this dude is scoping me and I'm wondering what's in his head. I looked up again and he's still smiling and looking. Just as I was about to get back to my book he walked over and stood right over me.
"Wassup?"
"Wassup?" I whispered.
"What's your stop?" Curious question, I thought.
"Brooklyn Bridge." Just then the lady sitting next to me got up to get off and he sat down. He turned toward me and continued the conversation.
"Raul, Raul Rodriquez." He put out his hand and I took it.
"Adam Williams. What's goin' on?"
"Saw you at the station. I just moved to Brooklyn and I'm new to ridin' this line." He was looking at me with his piercing black eyes, all the time giving me that winning smile. I liked this kid!
"Where you goin'?"
"Brooklyn Bridge. I work at Federal."
"Oh. I work at DMV."
"Hey, we're neighbors at work, too."
We continued to talk for the rest of the ride. Nothing serious, light stuff, but there was definitely something between us, something nice. At the Brooklyn Bridge stop we got off and started out of the station.
"You wanna do lunch? I'm flexible." He looked at me as we were ascending the stairs.
"Sounds good, Raul. 1:00, meet ya at Worth and B'way."
"Great." He grabbed my hand, pulled me into a homeboy hug and walked off. I looked at him as he moved off, waiting for him to turn and give me that fabulous smile. I knew he would and he did.
It seemed like 1:00 couldn't come fast enough. When it did I hurried to the corner and there he was, smiling. We hurried in to Mickey D's and I ordered something, don't remember. I was too busy taking Raul in to concentrate on taking food in. We talked like two old friends and I realized I was hooked into this dude. If he wasn't into what I was into I was going to be one disappointed brother. We made plans to meet at the subway station when we got off. We did and we rode back to Brooklyn together, talking all the way. At the station we stood next to the token booth, jabbering like two old ladies. I could see he didn't want to leave and I knew I sure didn't. I was wondering how something like this could happen so quickly.
"Where do you live, Raul?"
"Around on Herkimer. You?"
"On Malcolm X, two blocks up."
"You gonna invite me over?" He was grinning, but I knew he was serious. I wanted him to be serious.
"Sure thing. How about tonight?" I figured I might as well go for broke.
"Just what I was thinking." He laughed and pushed me gently.
"About 8 or so. OK?"
"Gimme the address and I'll be there."
I gave him the particulars and my digits and got his in case something came up. Something was already up but I was hiding that. We clasped hands, I gave him a homeboy hug and we left. As I was walking home, it occurred to me that I had invited him over on the perfect night. I live with my grandmother and Wednesday was her church night. She usually got picked up about 7:30 and stayed until 11, sometimes later. We had a good relationship and she pretty much left me to do my thing. She had raised me since I was about four and I was the apple of her eye. I tried to do right by her, because she had had so much grief in her life. I think she knew about my sexual proclivities but she took that in stride. As long as I wasn't in to drugs or drinking, it was fine with her. She had lost three kids, including my mother, to drugs, and didn't want to lose anyone else.
The minute I got in I called Raul and moved it up to 7:30. He sounded real pleased, said something about 'needin' time' and then hung up. I ate, showered, cologned and changed into something real casual and sat down to wait. The van came for my grandmother at 7:20, leaving me alone and waiting. At 7:30 sharp the bell rang. Dispensing with the usual intercom action I buzzed the door and a few minutes later he was knocking.
"Hey, wassup?" He strode in, looking around and smelling real good. He shucked off his parka and stood before me, grinning in his handsome glory. This kid was definitely first class. His almond colored skin was smooth, and he was cologned just right. I could see he was slender, not heavily muscled or anything, but not thin or scrawny, either. He was staring right at me, with a kind of mischievious grin on his face.
"Hey, Raul. What's goin' on."
"Me and you, dude, me and you. We're goin' on."
I liked his aggressiveness. I had noticed that he had a habit of getting right to the point. I decided to join him.
"What'd you mean about needin' time?"
"You know, man, time to do what we gonna do. We gonna do it, right?"
"You know it, man. We definitely gonna do it! C'mon!" I picked up his parka and led him down the hall to my room. One thing I have always liked about my grandmother's apartment is the fact that her bedroom is in the front and mine is in the back. When I close my door she can't hear a thing from my room. It has its definite advantages.
Once in my room I turned to him and looked into his eyes. He still had the sly grin.
"Hey, Adam, when I saw you the first day in the station, I thought to myself, I sure would like to undress that dude." He smiled.
"What's stopping you?" I laughed at him and he stepped closer, leaning over and kissing me. It wasn't a passionate kiss, just a peck on the lips, but it spoke volumes. It said to me that we were going to get into some serious stuff for the next few hours. It also said that he was right, 'we needed time.' He kissed me again, this time I felt his tongue on my lips and I opened to receive it. He pushed it in and I grabbed it with my tongue and we began tongue wrestling in my mouth. His body crashed into mine and I pressed my crotch against his, letting him feel my hardness, feeling his. His hands grasped me around my back and shoulders and he tried to pull me closer, even though I was practically meshing into him as it was. I was holding him just as tightly, trying to get more of him. Our tongues were thrashing around like crazy, turning up the already awesome heat in our lust filled bodies. I could feel his hands moving down my back and knew he was getting ready to grab the hottest ass in the city in about a few seconds. Sure enough he got there and I heard him sigh inwardly as he rubbed me through my pants. I had on jogging pants and a t-shirt, nothing else. He moved off my booty and put his hands in the waist band of the pants, easing them down under the gathered waist until he got hold of the real stuff. I could feel his smooth hands running across my jutting asscheeks, outlining their shape. He kept caressing me as though he was trying to remember all the curves and contours. Finally, he broke the kiss.
"Adam, you been fucked before?"
"Yep!"
"You like it?"
"Yep!"
"You ain't never had nothin' like I'm gonna give you. When I'm finished you gonna say that what happened before wasn't fucking."
"Talkin' ain't gonna get it, Raul." I giggled as I thought about what he'd just said.
"Man, this is the nicest ass in the Big Apple." He was still caressing me. His hands had pushed my pants down so that they were around my thighs and he was able to get to what he wanted unhindered. I stood there enjoying his hands, his body, his smell, everything about him. I don't think I had ever been so turned on before by anyone. Not that I had a lot of experience. I mean, I was 20 and I had been with two other guys. With one we had sucked each other off a few times and with the other we had fucked twice. Each time was rushed and we only got to do our thing once. I wanted more but the time and the place wasn't right for what I really wanted. I knew this time would be different. But one thing I had learned from those encouters was that I loved being screwed.
Raul stepped back and stared undressing. I began pushing my pants off, but he stopped me.
"Remember, I'm gonna undress you." He smiled and removed the rest of his clothes. I looked at him, he was definitely first class. He had a nice chest, naturally developed with more than adequate pecs and a flat muscled stomach. He had black hair everywhere - his chest, his arms, legs, a big bush around his cock - it was everywhere and profuse. But what really caught my eye was his cock. It was standing straight up against his stomach, long, thick and dripping. I guess it was about nine inches, with a thick head and bulging vein running down its length. I knew this was going to fill me like I had never been filled before. It was funny though, I had no doubt I could take it, and I knew I was going to like it. He reached to me and pulled me close again, kissing me gently. Then he reached and pulled my pants down to the floor. He knelt down and untied my shoes, pulling them off and then easing my pants off. He reached up and pulled my boxers off, revealing my eight inch rod. He whistled softly and then licked the drip of precum that was on the tip. I moaned and he licked the entire helmet. He raised up, removed my shirt and stood back to look at me.
"Shit, you got it goin' on, Adam! You one fine black dude!"
"Coming from you, that's a real compliment, Raul. You nice!"
"I'm gonna love you real good, Adam. You ready for this?"
"Ready, man, let's do it."
He walked over to the bed and lay down on it, raising his hands to pull me on him. I lay on his body, head to head, cock to cock and our tongues began meshing again. He raised up to push our cocks together and began grinding against me. His arms were holding me tightly and his tongue was running amuck in my mouth. I put one hand on each side of his face and held him closely as I kissed him. I was looking directly into his eyes and I knew I wanted this man more than anything else in the world. His aroma was heady and exciting and I breathe him in deeply as he did to me. He eased me off just as I was beginning to feel something stirring in my cock. He rolled me over on my back and got between my legs, lifting them and pushing my knees back to my chest. Without a word, he bent over and put his tongue on my asshole. Nobody had ever done anything like this to me before and I almost lost it right then. His tongue felt so good against my little hole, I couldn't believe he was doing it, though. I felt his tongue as it lapped back and forth across the hole, wetting it and enflaming me. He fanned it in a rapid movement that sent erotic shivers throughout my body. I began groaning out loud, calling his name and urging him on. It must have had some effect because he pushed my legs down, tried to stick his face further in and eased his tongue into my hole. I was out of my mind with delirium now. I could feel his pink appendage pushing into my body and slurping around inside. The feeling was almost indescribable! He kept it up for a long time. It was as though he was using my slimy hole for a banquet and it was the best thing he had ever tasted. Finally he raised up and looked at me, that smile on his handsome face.
"You know how good you taste, man?" He grinned and then laughed. "Think I need some more." He bent back over and started again. This time he used his finger to leverage the hole a little so that he could get more tongue in. I screamed out and raised up to look at him, my hand caressing his head, my body on some kind of senuous overload. I knew I couldn't take much more of this. Raul must have known to, because he stopped and raised up. He looked around my room and then saw what he wanted. Getting off the bed, he went to my dresser and got my lotion, using it to slick up his long dick. Then he used his finger to push some up in me. Actually, he took his time doing this also, and worked on me for awhile. I thought 'if he does everything as thoroughly as this, I'm in for some fucking.' Finally, he moved into position between my legs and put his dick on my slick hole. The moment of truth had arrived.
"You ready, Adam?"
"Yeah, Raul. Give it to me, baby."
He pushed gently and the hole began to expand. I could feel the big head as it started entering my body. I couldn't believe how big it felt going in. The pain was searing and I started to tense up but then I remembered what he had said about how he was going to make me feel and I relaxed. The minute I did, his dickhead popped in and started its ascent. I could feel my anal passage being spread apart as the monstrous rod kept invading my body. Further and further in it moved as he pushed it toward its destination. The big cock was filling me completely with its hardness. I knew I had all nine inches when I felt his pubes against my asscheeks. I sighed and looked at him.
"You're in, Raul. Wait."
"Tell me when you're ready, Adam. This is for you, baby."
I almost came right then, he was so gentle and loving. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I looked over on the dresser and saw the digital clock: 8:17. I hoped we had enough time.
"I'm ready, Raul. Gimme that bone."
I felt every inch as he pulled back to the entry point and then pushed back in. He was moving slowly, making sure he didn't hurt me. The huge prick hit something going back in and I moaned at the sensation that flowed through my body. He came out and hit it again. He began picking up momentum and hit the same spot over and over. I kept up a low moan as he plowed me, my entire body enflamed by the big dick that I was gripping so tightly.
"Oh, shit, shit, Oh, oh, yeah! Fuck me, Raul, yeah. Oh, man."
"Feels good, don't it? Take this dick, man. It's for you."
I learned later that he was hitting my prostate and it was like pushing a pleasure button deep inside my body. I was holding him tightly, his head was in my shoulders and he was nibbling on my earlobes.
"Adam, tell me when you've had enough." I was in a state of unbelief.
"I don't think I'll ever have enough, Raul. This shit is soooooo good." I looked over at the clock: 8:32. "I'm gonna cum, Raul. Oh shittttttttttttttt, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" My dick erupted, sending volley after volley of jism into my face and on my chin. He raised up and licked it off without missing a stroke. He kept pushing his big dick into me, humping me with solid strokes that sent his pubes crashing into my ass.
"Sweet ass. Sweet ass. Sweet, sweet ass!" He looked at me, smiled and then blew me a kiss. His dick kept working on me. He was sweating, the bed shaking, but he showed no sign of stopping. I looked at the clock: 8:47. He had been going for 30 minutes.
"I'm cummin', man, I'm cummin' Adam! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I felt his juice hit the walls of my rectum like it was comming out of a water gun.
"Me toooooooooooo, Raulllllllllllllll, ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" This time I was jerking my cock in time with his plowing and I joined him although it wasn't as much jism as before. The intensity of my orgasm caused me to squeeze my muscles, grasping his hard rod, milking it for all it was worth. He shook, moaned and pumped into me and then resumed fucking me just as though nothing had happened. His hard meat kept thrusting down my muscled chute, brushing my prostate, keeping me in the throes of pleasure. I was moaning without let up, my hands cupping his rounded ass, pulling him into me. He was laying on me, still chewing my earlobes, still moaning with me. The bed was rocking to our humping bodies and the noise of our joining echoed in the little room. I was glad no one was home, this was one time my grandmother would have definitely heard everything.
He raised up and looked down, watching his cock flowing into my willing buns. He grasped me under my ass and caressed me, feeling my dimpled booty. He kept raising me as he plowed into me, reaching deeper, still sending me toward an erotic orbit that I had never known existed before. I reached up and ran my hand across his chest hairs, playing with them. Then I found a nipple and twisted it, causing him to moan. The nipple stood at attention, hard and taut. I moved to the other one and got the same reaction. I could feel the hard prong, now plunging into me at a rapid pace, moving deftly through the hot channel in my lower body. My entire being was concentrated in my ass which was filled with the hardest piece of meat I had ever encountered. I looked at the clock: 9:05. I was practically delirious with pleasure. I knew I couldn't take anymore although I didn't want this to ever stop.
"Shit, Raul, oh man, I can't take itttttttttttttt, don't stopppp!" He laughed and kept plowing.
"We gonna do this together again. Let's go."
We came again, my third time, his second. It was awesome. We screamed, howled and hollered as we surrendered to a mind-boggling orgasm. He pulled out and rolled over, but I noticed that he was still hard. After awhile he turned back toward me and began kissing me gently, on the face, the cheeks, the chest, wherever he could reach. His hand was moving slowly, erotically across my stomach, playing in my navel, touching me gently. He was turning me on again. I reached down and felt his hard cock, stroking it.
"You want some more, Adam?"
"Yeah, Raul." I was high on cock and couldn't stop.
"Real gentle, baby. Real gentle."
He turned me on my side, lifted my leg and pushed back in. He lay behind me on the bed and humped into me in long deep strokes. He held me in his arms and rubbed my stomach, loving me passionately. I pushed back against him each time he pushed in and joined him in the rhythm of sex. He cooed in my ear and told me how handsome I was, how tight it was, how hot it was, how good it was. I fed him my hungry ass and loved every minute of it. He plowed me for about twenty minutes and we came in another torrent of noise, cum and passion.
Then he just held me in his arms as we enjoyed the after glow of a fantastic encounter. We got under the covers and fell asleep. My grandmother came in and went to bed without knowing he was there. I awoke and looked at the clock: 1:47AM. I awoke Raul and we kissed in the dark.
"You hafta go, Raul?"
"Nope, told my moms I was spendin' the night. All right?" He laughed and pushed against me.
"Sure thing." My grandmother would understand, she always did.
"Adam, was it good for you?"
"You were right, Raul. I hadn't been fucked before, what I had done before was just playin' around. This was the real deal.
"You want me, Adam. My ass is sweet, too."
He was right, it was.
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