He was sitting next to his girlfriend on the subway tonight. I know they were together because they held hands and she looked at him with puppy eyes. I noticed him right away as the train pulled up. I entered the car and found a spot where I could get a better look at him. He noticed me and stared back just a second longer than he should have. My gaydar went off the chart.
I pulled out my blackberry as if I were going to read it and looked at him again. He looked back, again with a long stair, shifted his eyes back and forth and then focused on his girl to see if she noticed what he had done.
I repositioned myself so that his reflection was in the window. He didn’t notice that I could see him. He directed his attention at me, staring intently. I grabbed my crotch and played with it just a little and he looked down at it. That was my confirmation. He was definitely interested. I quickly looked his way and he immediately broke his stare. He was hard. I could see the bulge in his jeans.
He was in his late twenties with a thin, student type, non-worked out body, but stunning face. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that was to big for him in the arms, a brown leather wristband, baggy energie jeans and his hair was short and black, slightly un-kept and darted toward the front.
The train arrived at my stop. They didn’t move and neither did I. What was I doing? Friends were meeting me for dinner and I was already late. Two stops passed and they finally got off. I followed them – total stalker, I know, don’t hate-male me about it please. They walked hand in hand, up the sidewalk toward an apartment high-rise. He kissed her and they parted, hands touching, arms stretched out until they finally released. What was his deal? If I hadn’t seen him in the subway, I would have mistaken them for a couple deeply in love. She called back to him and he returned to her. They whispered to each other and then, hand in hand, began walking my way.
I ducked in the first doorway I could find. They strolled by and went into a nearby coffee shop. She stood in line and he headed directly for the restroom. I followed. We both got to the door at the same time. He looked at me and smiled nervously. I winked at him, smiled, and opened the door. It was one of those “one-man only” rooms. We both went in. “You’re hot,” was the only thing I could come up with. I have to get better pick-up lines. “So are you,” he responded.
Both of us realized that about 3 minutes could elapse before his girl would notice his absence. We went directly for what each other wanted. He went in to kiss, naïve boy, and I knelt down to unbuttoned his jeans and pull out his cock. He was hard but a little shocked that I just went for it. I pushed his jeans and boxers further down so that I could get a good grip on his balls. With one hand I cupped his balls and pulled hard. With the other I held onto his shaft and went to work sucking and licking this beautiful boys dick. He started to moan and I deepthroated him as far as I could and then, pulled his cock through tight lips. I reached in my pants and stroked my own cock while I continued to blow him. It was over in an instant for him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He started cumming as I pulled off and stroked the rest out. He motioned for me to stand up. “Jack-off in front of me,” he said. I pushed my pants down further and stroked my cock while he looked on. Within minutes I started cumming. He moved his face down toward my cock and let it hit him in the face. I grabbed the base of my cock and pulled down hard so the second load would shoot higher. It hit him in the face again. He was covered in my cum.
I left the bathroom first. His girlfriend was outside the door waiting for him and seemed curious as I passed her by.