Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2018 16:32:41 +0000 (UTC) From: Erin Boy Subject: Subway Sandwich Subway Sandwichgay, adult-youth, groping, oral, anal, true Please support Nifty to keep these stories coming. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Comments always welcome at erinboy_98@yahoo.com This happened in the late '50s. It was freshman year. I went to an all-boy Catholic high school in the city and commuted by bus and subway from the suburbs via University Square. One day I had to stay late at school for some reason and got caught in the rush hour. On the subway I managed to find a place to stand holding onto a pole in the middle of the car. At each stop more people got on than off and soon I was being pressed from all sides, one hand holding the pole and the other clutching my book bag. I was dressed in our school uniform of grey woolen slacks and blue blazer. Soon I perceived that something hard was pressing against my butt. I twisted my head around enough to see that it must be this older guy standing right up against me. He looked away as if nothing was happening. But then I felt a hand touching my crotch. With what I assume was this guy's hard-on pressing my rear and his fingers on my fly, I began to get hard. As I had both hands occupied there was no way to push him away and besides, he was making me feel good. I looked around at the other people nearby and none of them seemed to notice. I panicked when he managed to tug my zipper down a bit, He got my fly open and I could feel his fingers fishing around, trying to find my cock. Soon he found the opening in my briefs and his digits touched the head of my cock. I was afraid I might cum in my pants and squirmed away from him. He relented but then switched hands holding the pole and with his other hand began to stroke my bum while I managed to zip my fly. People swayed forward as the train slowed coming into the University Square station. When the train stopped and the doors opened the rush began for the busses. The man, who was taller than me, leaned over and whispered "Come with me, when we get off." I held my book bag in front of my crotch to hide my boner. I knew we were going to have sex. I was ready for sex. I had been swapping blow jobs with other kids for years and had even fucked a guy, an older guy who picked me up in his car one night. And the summer before, I got a blow job from an older guy who approached me at this quarry where I was skinny dipping with some younger kids. But this was different. This guy was hitting on me right out in public. Needless to say, being the horny boy that I was, I went with him. He led me down a ramp to where the busses came in, but it was not the ramp I usually went down and we soon came to a door on the side of the passageway. It was a heavy bronze door and it said "Men". He held it open for me and I followed, still clutching my book bag to my crotch. Inside the first door was a sort of janitor's closet with a mop bucket and sink on one side and brooms and stuff on the other. There was a young man in this anteroom smoking a cigarette. He looked at me and smiled at the man, who steered me through a second door into a large room that was hexagonal in shape and had urinals on one wall, toilet cubicles on two others, and sinks along another. The man stood me up against the back wall which had steam radiators, which were not on, it being September, and windows high up with chicken-wired safety glass. The floor was tiled with a mosaic of small black and white squares. There were at least 8-10 men of assorted ages in the room, their clothing in various degrees of disarray. Some were on their knees sucking cock, some just had their cocks on display, slowly jerking them. There were three young guys, college students I think, in the middle, none of them wearing pants and all three connected in 3-way anal sex. The one closest, facing me, was bent over with his hands on his knees while the guy behind thrust his cock in and out while being plowed from behind himself. So far my only experience of anal sex was fucking that older guy in his car, but the look on the middle guy's face made me want to get fucked. I looked around at the others in the room. One was a guy not much older than me wearing jeans, a leather jacket and a white T-shirt. He had what we used to call a DA or duck's ass haircut and a college-looking guy was on his knees giving him a blow job. The other kid smiled at me like to say welcome to the party and I grinned back at him as my seducer knelt before me undoing my belt and zipper and pulling my pants down. I clutched the waistband with one hand to keep my school pants off the wet floor, likewise my book bag. All I could do was watch as the guy had his way with me. He was a much better cocksucker than any of the kids I fooled around with. I imagine he had had a lot more experience. He kept varying the touch, sometimes hard and fast, sometimes slowly licking up and down with his tongue. The 3-way action was a hot show. I wondered what it would be like to have sex with two guys at once. Most of my sex buddies at the time were younger and did not have large enough cocks for what I wanted. I needed a man, someone I trusted, to fuck me. In the meantime I would be happy enough getting blow jobs if they were as good as this guy. All of a sudden the guy on the end of the 3-way pulled his cock out and began jerking it. It was the biggest cock I'd ever seen, easily 8 or 9 inches. After only a few strokes he swiveled to one side and shot great gobs of cum into the air. As soon as he got out of the way the kid with the duck's ass haircut took his place, just shoving it in without even asking, leaving his cocksucker to find someone else to work on, which he did by licking the shit off the cock of the guy who had just pulled out and shot his jizz. This was too much for me. No change of rhythm on the part of my cocksucker was going to hold me back any more. I felt my asshole clench as my cock took on a life of its own shooting jet after jet of boy cream, which my new friend greedily consumed. He stayed on my cock and sucked it slowly and gently as I became very sensitive and tried to push him away. He got up off his knees and pressed his mouth against mine. I had never been kissed before. His tongue forced my lips apart and suddenly I recognized the taste of cum. I had never tasted my own cum before this, but it was not unlike the sweet syrup I had sucked from some of my buddies. I squirmed away and pulled up my pants and got them zipped and buckled. The guy said "Give me your phone number." but I shook my head. I was already getting calls from guys wanting to meet me. I didn't want any more, hard to explain callers. As I headed for the door, the kid with the DA haircut smiled at me and nodded his head back as if to say "See yah." Maybe I would, I thought as I went out. The guy with the cigarette was still in the ante-room. He nodded also. I would be back. 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