Date: Sun, 29 Nov 2009 15:59:26 -0800 (PST) From: s s Subject: Steve on the Subway This story is a fantasy involving sex between a teenage boy and an older man. If it is illegal for you to read it for any reason please leave now. This work is not permitted to be displayed or reproduced in any form, specifically on any website or internet site, except by specific permission of the author. Let me know what you think -- If you like my work and let me know, I'll be more likely to write more. You can contact me at subanalslut@yahoo.com. I'd love to hear from you and I will accept all valid comments and criticism. My name is Ben, right now I'm 21 and a senior in college, but I enjoy looking back into the not-so-distant past at my experiences growing up... I have always loved dirty old men. Not 'dirty' dirty, but nasty dirty. To me, sexy dirty. They seemed to like me, too. Give me a crowded subway train at rush hour, and with any luck my highly developed adolescent `gaydar' and talent for looking for trouble would have me riding home firmly pressed up between a sweaty construction worker and some businessman with a suit, a briefcase, and an erection. Sometimes it was just pressed up against me until the guy had to get off the train, but sometimes it was a whole lot better than that. Even the fact that I was like, fourteen didn't seem to scare them off... If anything, it made some of them even more bold. My favorite experience on the subway (so far) was actually when I was fourteen. I was a latch-key kid growing up, and as long as I was innocently at home, doing my homework by the time my mom got home, I could get away with a lot. That day after school, I wasn't on my way anywhere special, so when something came up, I was open to take advantage of it. The subway wasn't too crowded when I got on. I was already eye-fucking the guy standing next to me and he definitely didn't seem to mind. He looked like he was in his early forties, very distinguished, with salt and pepper hair and a sexy five o'clock shadow. He was wearing a navy pinstripe suit, and was carrying a briefcase and trench coat. He saw me looking at him while I dropped my backpack on the floor between my feet. I gave him an innocent smile and decided to take off my sweater, too, since it was getting a little warm on the train. When I pulled my sweater off over my head I could feel the tee-shirt I was wearing underneath clinging to the wool and riding up, exposing a few inches of my smooth, flat stomach to anyone who cared to look. Sure enough, he was still watching me after I had finished bending over to stuff my sweater in my bag and only then pulled my shirt back down into place. When the train pulled into the next station, a chaotic after school group of 11 year olds with their chaperones squeezed into the car. I found myself exactly where I wanted to be -- wedged up between the door and the guy in the suit, who was definitely displaying some interest. In fact, I could feel his interest pressing up against my back through his suit pants and my tee-shirt. I leaned back and enjoyed the ride, swaying with the motion of the train and rubbing my butt up against him. The after school group was still yelling and creating a general ruckus. Even though I was only three years older then them, I felt a hundred times more mature with this sexy guy rubbing up against me. I casually reached back, then suddenly grabbed his dick through his pants. I could feel him stiffen, both in surprise and pleasure. He was a quick thinker, though, and quickly lifted his arm with the trench coat draped over it to cover up my actions. At the next stop, which was Times Square, he squeezed my shoulder and asked, in a fatherly voice "Ready to get off, Timmy?" I followed him off the train. When the doors had closed, I laughed and said, "Actually, my name is Ben. But I still wanted to get off." He laughed at my joke, but also looked nervously around us. "Cool it Ben, at least till we get to my hotel. That is, if you really want to come with me." I lowered the backpack I was holding in front of me for a second, showing him the bulge my rock hard fourteen year old cock was making in my jeans. "Definitely, dude!" "Ok then, Ben, I'm Steve. Just try to act innocent for a little bit, ok kid?". I nodded and followed him up to the street. "Don't worry. Right now, anyone who sees us is just gonna assume I'm your son, or something." "Well, you are a little blonde to be mine, but I guess I could be your stepdad." "My sexy, horny stepdad." "Jesus, you just can't turn it off, can you?" "Nope, I'm like this all the time." He muttered under his breath "Well, then it's a good thing we are almost there..." No one batted an eyelash as we cut across the lobby of his hotel and took the elevator up to his room, high above the flashing lights and crowds of 42nd street. Once we were safely inside with the door shut he asked me "So, how old are you, Ben?" "Fourteen." "Jesus, I thought you were older, the way you were flirting with me." "Gee, thanks. Anyway, you can't blame me for trying!" "Not at all. And you know that's not what I meant. You barely look fourteen, but the way you grabbed my dick, wow!" "What can I say, I know what I like." "Ok yeah? What's that?" I dropped my backpack on the floor and then dropped to my knees next to it, right in front of him. "God, you are a horny little thing! Not so fast Ben. Why don't you take off your tee-shirt and get comfortable?" He didn't have to ask me twice! My tee-shirt was soon crumpled on the floor, along with the rest of my clothes, except for my little white Calvin Klein bikini briefs, which were still on, if straining against my erection and dripping with the huge amount of precum I was leaking. "You don't mess around, huh? Well, you are a little beauty." "You said to get comfortable. And this is how I'm most comfortable!" "So, now that you are comfortable, what about me?" He sat down on the bed. "Why don't you crawl on over here and make me more comfortable." I crawled across the floor of the hotel room, making sure he was getting a good view of my little ass in the skimpy white briefs. "Good boy, Ben... take my shoes off for me why don't you?" I slid off his dark brown loafers and navy dress socks, massaging his feet as I did. "Go on... kiss them." He ordered. I kissed each of his hairy toes and was licking them when I heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. Pretty soon I had all of the toes on his left foot jammed in my mouth while he was jacking his dick, which from my angle looked huge. "Fuck yeah," he groaned, "you are such a little slut that you would suck my feet just to get a chance to suck my cock, right boy?" I did my best to answer yes without taking his foot out of my mouth. "That's enough of the appetizer, Ben, time for the main event!" His dick was just as nice as it had seemed, thick and veiny with a big mushroom head, and a pair of huge, hairy, low hanging balls that I wasted no time licking and taking into my mouth, one after the other. "Mmmm that's hot boy, cover my balls with your spit. They are gonna be smacking up against your ass later." "I hope so. I can't wait to see how that big dick of yours makes me feel." "I'm gonna fuck you straight to heaven, kid... but you are gonna have to give that spit polish treatment to my dick first so I can slide right in." I wrapped my lips around the throbbing head of his cock and he wrapped his hands in my longish blonde hair. Then he stood up and kinda spun us around so my back and head were pressed up against the bed. He was towering over me as he pulled open his pressed white shirt and loosened his striped tie, and then let his pants fall to the ground and stepped out of them. I was already drooling from looking at his muscular, hairy body, and I drooled a lot more on his fat cock. I was trying not to gag as it slid in and out of my throat, each thrust forcing my head back against the bed and spit dripping down my chin each time he pulled back to let me breathe. "Fuck yeah Ben, that's a nice sloppy blowjob... you are a pro alright. I don't even wanna ask how long you have been doing this!" He took his dick out of my mouth and gently slapped it across my face. "Open your mouth wide Ben. Remember how I said spit polish?" I nodded, mouth stretched open. "Here goes." He leaned over my and, holding my head in both hands, spit a huge gob, mostly into my waiting mouth but also across my lips and nose. I flinched but didn't move as he went back to fucking my mouth. "Now that's a nice wet blowjob!!" he laughed. As for me, I couldn't believe how hard my dick had become when he spit in my mouth. It was leaking precum like it never had before. "You like that, don't you boy?" he asked, slapping his hard cock wetly across my cheeks. "Tell step-daddy how much you love his cock." "Mmmm, I love it!!" "Good boy. Now, you ready to get fucked?" "Yes, sir!" I answered with a huge smile on my messy face. "Good... but I want to hear you begging for it like the little slut boy that you are!" I opened my eyes wide and said, in my best `innocent boy' voice, "Please sir, I want you to fuck me with your big fat cock. I want you to hold me down and pound my butt until you cum." He backed up enough to let me stand up, then spun me around so that I was bent over the bed. The cool, slippery brightly colored bedspread felt great against my chest and my stiff erection too once he freed it by tugging my briefs down to my ankles. "Reach back and spread your cheeks for me, Ben. I want to take a look at that pretty tight hole of yours before I stretch it wide open." My head turned to the side and pressed against the bed, I did as he asked, shivering as I felt him rub a finger down the crack between my butt cheeks and over my sensitive hole. "Looks really tight boy, are you sure you can take it?" He chuckled. "Yes, sir, please don't stop!" "Don't worry Ben, I wasn't going to." I could feel the stubble on his face rubbing against my butt, and his hot breath against my hole just before he licked me. I moaned and pulled my butt wider apart to give him better access as he invaded my ass with his long, slippery tongue. I was already in heaven and he hadn't even started to fuck me yet! When my ass was nice and slick with his spit, he got up and leaned over the bed to kiss me deeply, shoving his tongue into my mouth. Then he stood up behind me, rubbing the head of his dick against my spit-lubed hole. "Hold on Ben, and get ready for the ride of your life!" he said, grabbing my slender hips with his strong hands and pulling me back to him. I could feel the ring of my sphincter giving way and stretching around the throbbing head of his cock. "Fuck Ben, if I didn't know any better I would swear you are a virgin, you are so fucking tight! Do you want me to take it easier?" "No, harder!" I gasped. "OK boy, but remember you asked for it!" With that he pulled me back hard by my hips, driving his fat cock deep into me. I groaned in pleasure and he pulled back until he was almost withdrawn, only the swollen head of his cock still wedged in my ass. Fucking with long and deep strokes it wasn't long before I did feel his balls slapping against mine like he had promised. With each powerful thrust, the hotel bed was shaking and slamming against the wall, and I was moaning like a bitch, for lack of a better word. It got even better when he slowed down his stroked, pulling all the way out and then forcing it back in balls deep, slapping and spanking my butt cheeks in between every couple of thrusts. His muscular, hairy weight on top on my smooth slim body was forcing my hard cock against the bedspread every time he drove his cock into my, and the precum I had been leaking the entire time had made a slippery mess underneath me. When he began sparking me my entire body spasmed and I yelled out "I'm gonna cum, Steve!" He pounded my ass even harder, ordering me to shoot my load all over the fucking bed. He didn't need to say anything else, his cock was pounding my over-stimulated prostate and making my whole body tingle as the friction of my dick against the bead, combined with the fast and furious fucking made me shoot huge spurts of cream, coating the bed beneath me and cock, balls, and belly. He didn't miss a beat but pulled me back by my hips so I was standing bent over the bed, and pushing my head down so my face was rubbing in the puddle of cum I had just shot. "Fuck, boy, lick that load up... I'm gonna fill your ass with my hot jizz." I could feel his dick getting even harder and bigger in me as he pulled me tightly too him and groaned, "Oh yeah, I'm coming, Ben -- take my load you little slut... I'm breeding your fourteen year old asshole good!!" I could feel his cock pumping squirt after squirt of hot cum deep into my stretched out butt-hole. When he finally pulled out with a wet `plop' sound, my ass felt like it had been stretched wide open by something as thick as a baseball bat. He lay me down on the rumpled, wet bedspread and kissed me again, fingering my freshly fucked ass. "God damn, Ben, you are a hot little fuck -- definitely the hottest fuck I have had in a long time. I wish I could take you back home with me." He brought his cum covered finger up from my butt to my lips. I left his hotel room feeling sticky all over, with a huge load of cum dripping into the seat of my briefs and a big smile on my face. And even better, I made it home before my mom did, in time to shower and change before dinner.