I was on my way to work this morning, early as I always have to. Yes, I am one of the hardest working queers on the west coast. Not because I want to because my taste and lifestyle demand it. I am a slave to high fashion and beautiful things.
The muni, San Francisco's subway, was crowded. I spotted this striking guy; early 20's, short blond hair, smooth and flawless tan skin and large crystal blue eyes. He was looking at me and quickly put his head down when my eyes met with his. I couldn't get over how beautiful this guy was. It looked as though he was on his way to the gym as he was in adidas shorts and a green tanktop. He wasn't overly muscular but the way he handled himself made him more sexy than any muscle boy could be.
My gaydar must have been off or something because I didn't pick up right away that he was gay. The whole time I was thinking through all this I was staring at him - total stalker, I know. He looked up again and I stared back without taking my eyes off him. He smiled, timidly, and put his head back down. That's when I knew he was in to me to.
I made my way, through the crowded train, over to him. He was a little startled when he looked up and I was within arms reach of him. He looked down again. I took off my headphones and bent down slightly to look at his face. His eyes caught mine, I raised up and he smiled again. "Hi, I'm Jared," I said. Shyly he said his name was Matt. "Where you headin." "Back home from the gym. How bout you." "To work," I said. "You have beautiful eyes." "Thanks," he said. "I'm sorry I was staring before." "No problem," I said. "I'm glad you did. I think your fucking hot." He perked up a little. "You look good in that shirt," he said. "Most guys can't pull off looking hot in a white business shirt, but you do." I didn't go into the fact that I drove my tailor absolutely nuts re-cutting the business shirts I bought at Macy's to give my tall thin body the illusion of that perfect 'V' we all spend hours in the gym to achieve. Yes boys for $10 a shirt you can do it to. A little secret I picked up during my tenure living in Hollywood.
Anyway. In our continued conversation I got him to talk about his apartment, how it was just painted and he didn't know if it was the right color and that was my cue. "Would you like me to take a look at it?" "Sure," he said. "When can you make it?" "How's now?" "Um, great," he said nervously. I am sure he was thinking the same thing as me.
He put his key into the lock of his apartment, twisted, pushed and then I took over, turning him around, embracing his face with my hand and locking lips. He was surprised at first but quickly reciprocated, sticking his tongue down my throat. Hands were everywhere. I pulled his shirt over his head. He started to undo buttons but then lost patience ripping it open the rest of the way. I moved in to take off his shorts but he got to me first, taking off my belt and pushing my pants down. I reached down. He was hard under his shorts. I had already been hard since the train. He move his hand all over my boxer briefs and then shoved his fingers into them grabbing my cock. It was ecstasy. He stroked me a few times while still kissing and tonguing me. He grabbed my ass, I grabbed his shorts and pulled down and took hold of his cock. He shoved mine down and moved to blow me. I said no, picked him up and pushed him against the wall. "I want to fuck you," I said. I reached for the condom I strategically placed in my underwear on the way to his place. Holding him up with one hand, I managed to open the package, suit up and shove my cock in his ass. He raised his legs as high as they could go. His abs flexed beautifully. I kissed his chest and bit his nipples while I pumped his ass. He reached his hand down and grabbed his own cock, pumping it violently as I pumped. I was getting close. "Fuck, fuck. God Matt, your so fucking hot." He started pumping harder. "Oh fuck, I'm coming." I tried to pull him off me and shoot my load on his chest, but he wouldn't have any of it. He held his position and kept stroking. I kept fucking him. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," he said. His load shot up high and hit my chin and face. I soon followed, shooting my load up his ass. He kissed me again and squeezed my nipples as I came and came.
I pulled him off my cock and kissed him again. "I have to go to work now." "I know," he said. He moved over to the kitchen to get something. He handed me a card with his name and number on it. "Call me," he said. "Sure," I said.
I dressed and went to work with now crumpled shirt and two missing buttons. The girls at work new something had happened but I kept quite about it.