Encounter on the # 3 Subway (New York) - 1. Chapter 1 The Men

Reader Friends – In this first chapter you will be introduced to two of the main characters of this story.

Bruce MacDonald: Bruce, a twenty-year-old computer science major at CUNY (City University of New York), lives with his parents in the Washington Heights area of Upper Manhattan. At 6 feet (183 cm.), 160 pounds (68 kg.), tall and lanky with red hair and sparkling blue eyes, he would be considered a heartthrob to the girls. That is, if he cared. Due to pressure from both his mother and peers, he had dated in high school.

By the time he was 11, Bruce had discovered the joy of rubbing his penis. Since he had never seen anyone doing it, he was afraid to discuss this feeling with his buddies at school and definitely not his parents. Sex education was included in his first year at middle school (age 13). The boys and girls were separated for a series of lectures and a slide show. For some reason that Bruce did not understand, he was infatuated by his science teacher, Mr. Morton, who also taught the sex education series. When Mr. Morton lectured about human development, Bruce got a funny feeling in his groin and sometimes got hard while sitting in class. One lesson included self-discovery and masturbation. While Bruce was confused with some of the description, he thought that what he had been doing was this new concept. That afternoon, he looked up the definition of ‘masturbation’ in the Merriam-Webster Dictionary in the school Library:  

‘erotic stimulation especially of one's own genital organs commonly resulting in orgasm and achieved by manual or other bodily contact exclusive of sexual intercourse, by instrumental manipulation occasionally by sexual fantasies, or by various combinations of these agencies.’

Looking up ‘genital’ – ‘relating to or being a sexual organ’ he confirmed what he had suspected. The action with his dick or penis (the word used in class) was normal. The next time he rubbed his dick he thought of Mr. Morton and wondered if his science teacher rubbed his.

The day after the lecture, he had gym class. In the showers after class, Randy, the outspoken boy who was proud to have matured faster than the others, grabbed his dick and proudly displayed his rising piece. He announced, “Can anyone match this magnificent piece of meat?” Bruce was memorized by the sight. Suddenly he realized he was starting to get hard. While laughing with the other boys he took his eyes off of Randy’s dick and avoided a hard-on in the shower. Randy continued his shower and eventually went soft.

That night as Bruce thought about the shower scene, his visualizations moved back and forth between Randy stroking and Mr. Morton stroking. As Bruce moved his fist up and down, he eventually got that amazing feeling. His whole body vibrated followed by calmness.

Crawling under the covers he had random thoughts about his dick. First, he visually compared his to Randy’s who appeared to be maturing earlier than any of the other boys in his class. Randy was the only one to have the beginning of a mustache and a shadow of a beard. Bruce happily realized that although Randy might look older, his hard dick was no bigger than his. Bruce had realized that he was bigger than anyone in his class. Something else that perplexed him was that of the twenty boys in his gym class, only two others, besides himself, had skin covering their dick. Circumcision had been discussed in the sex ed class. But there was no clear answer as to why most boys, including Randy who had proudly displayed his, were and a few were not. Then he started to think about Mr. Morton. How big was his? Did he have skin covering it? These thoughts resulted in him getting that feeling down there. He again wrapped his hand around his dick and started moving up and down. Soon he again had that amazing feeling with his body vibrating followed by calmness.

Following a very restful sleep, he woke the next morning with a hard dick. Before the sex ed class this had confused him. Mr. Morton had explained that morning erections or hardness were normal. Mr. Morton then, with a slight smile, stated, “Some men call these ‘morning woodies’.” Bruce wrapped his hand around the woody and wondered if Mr. Morton got them.

Six months later, when Bruce did his almost daily (and sometimes more often) masturbation, the good feeling at the conclusion was accompanied with white fluid squirting out. If he had not had the sex ed lecture, he would probably be devastated by this. He was mentally prepared for this transition in life and happily produced greater quantities on future days.

Bruce enjoyed various sports and looked forward to after game showers where he could checkout the other guys. To his great satisfaction he rarely saw anyone better endowed than himself. Three years after his sex ed lectures, he was given a membership to a gym as a birthday present. His father told him he should go at least three times a week and workout on various machines and use the treadmill. One afternoon upon arrival at the gym, he entered the men’s locker room to put on his gym shorts prior his workout. Just as he began taking off his pants in preparation of putting on his shorts, the door leading to the shower area opened. In walked Mr. Morton, his middle school science and sex ed teacher. The handsome man of about forty walked toward Bruce wearing nothing but the towel wrapped around his neck. To Bruce’s joy he walked to the locker next to his. “Hello Mr. Morton. Remember me from science class two years ago?”

“Of course. How do you enjoy high school?” As Mr. Morton said this he dried himself. As his former teacher scratched his balls, Bruce felt his dick responding to the sight of the perfectly formed, long and thick cut dick. As their small talk continued Mr. Morton put on grey boxer-briefs. Dreading that his rising dick might show Bruce stated, “Great seeing you. Got to run and start my workout.”

As soon as Bruce got home, he was in his bedroom with his dick in hand giving a special tribute to his former teacher.

Two years later, at the age of fifteen Bruce discovered the joy of internet porn. One of his friends had handed him a piece of paper with a site listed. He had cautioned Bruce, “My older brother gave me this information. You can check it out. But do not let your parents know what you are doing. And never admit that I gave this to you.”

Once Bruce looked at some of the sites he realized there was a vast quantity of information available and he became an eager searcher. The information about sex and the pictures and videos of men and women performing various acts alone and with others was mindboggling.

He found a site that explained the penis. He measured his and was thrilled that at age fifteen he had an above average size dick of a man. He also learned that he was a shower rather than a grower. This meant that his above average hard dick of just over seven inches (18 cm.) was just a little shorter when soft. What he did not know then was that he would grow to almost eight inches (20 cm.) He read further that most men were growers, meaning their soft penis was smaller and grew when erect. He also searched for information about circumcision. He concluded that he was happy to have the skin protection over his dick head since the website stated that uncircumcised dicks were more sensitive giving a greater feeling down there. While most men and boys he saw naked when in the changing room at the gym were circumcised, he knew that his father was ‘as they say’ intact or uncut. He had read that most men in Europe are not circumcised. He assumed that his father was uncut since he had been born in Scotland. He had seen his father’s a few times. He remembered vividly what happened when he was about six years old. One day when it was bath time, his father had said, “Let’s take a shower together.” Being that young he was not much taller than his father’s penis. While in the shower, his father had explained that every day he needed to carefully clean his ‘penis.’ His father then demonstrated and pulled his own skin back, gently soaped himself and then rinsed it. His father watched as Bruce did the same. Since then, everyday Bruce carefully cleaned his dick and thought of his father’s when he did it. As far as penis size, when he fully matured he was slightly larger than his father who, he assumed, but never confirmed, was also a shower.

He assumed naively that the information about human development on websites was accurate. He also assumed that the porn, both photos and videos, was presented for entertainment, not medically correct information. As he navigated through the websites he found men and women doing it solo, with each other and in groups. He found himself most interested in men doing it alone or with other men. Eventually he realized that he was gay. Informative websites gave him more information about being gay than he himself could have imagined or questioned. He was troubled by the porn sites that showed guys shoving their dick up the ass of other guys. How could a guy do that (which he learned was topping) or worse yet, how could a guy let himself be violated (which he learned was bottoming)? The tops always looked happy. Some of the bottoms had smiles and seemed to be encouraging it. Others had pained expressions and appeared to be forced to submit. He eventually realized that these were actors and therefore had no idea if they really wanted it or were just smiling or looking pained for the money they made in front of the camera.

One concept that confused Bruce was that while the information about dick size indicated he was above average, the men he saw in porn were generally equal or larger than him. He eventually concluded that again what he saw was not represented of real life and that guys with big dicks were most likely hired than one with normal or small dicks.

Bruce was now hooked on porn and almost daily, sometimes more often, got off in front of the computer screen. When he chose computer science as his major at City University there was the possibility that his online enjoyment led to his decision.

At CUNY (City University of New York) he joined various organizations, but avoided all activities of the Center for LGBTQ+ Studies. The center was the first university-based LGBTQ+ research center in the United States. It offered various programs including social events. Although Bruce had come out to himself, he was not willing to come out to anyone else, including his parents and gay students at his university.

He found a website that featured free live performances by men and women from around the world. While he enjoyed watching the men with eyes on the screen and dick in hand, he did not engage in chat or post comments. Posting comments and creating a profile was free. The only honest statements in his profile was his age and preference for men. Wanting to remain totally anonymous, he listed his location as Ohio even though he had never visited the state. Selecting a town in Ohio, Cleveland’s largest suburb – Parma -- he chose the username ‘parmaguy.’ While he could have pasted pictures and videos of himself, he did not. The performers and site made money by sharing tips. Guys could tip and make special requests of the performer, such as “play with your foreskin or show your ass, feet or armpits.” Bruce could not make requests because he was afraid to use a credit card to buy tip tokens.

One morning, a month after his 20th birthday his mother chastised him as he started to walk out the door. “Bruce, why are you wearing those baggy pants? You look like a down and out street person.”

He replied, “Oh Mom, it’s the style now.”

That morning he planned to take the subway downtown to visit a computer store in lower Manhattan prior to his afternoon classes at the University. As he walked to the subway he chuckled to himself, ‘Should I have told Mom that I wear loose pants and underwear so I can, as they say, ‘hang-free’?’

Being in a hurry, he planned to take the local subway that stopped near his home and then transfer to The Number 3 Express train at 96^th street. Arriving at 96^th Street, he was disappointed to see the crowded platform. Since he was short on time he needed to change to the express train across the platform as the local would take much longer to his destination in Lower Manhattan. As he boarded the packed Number 3 express train, he looked forward to an uncomfortable ride where he would be standing crushed against an assortment of humanity.

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Mark Winters: At age 42, as a gay CFO (Chief Financial Officer) of a large New York City based architecture firm, he was both respected professionally and had a rewarding “gay” lifestyle. Handsome, at 6 feet 1 inch (185 cm) with dark penetrating eyes, wavy brown hair, muscular body, and a killer smile, his presence in a room was electrifying.

Mark grew up in Greenwich, Connecticut, an upscale community about an hour from Manhattan by train. By the age of 12, Mark realized he had feelings different from most of his peers. He knew no one else who shared these feelings. At age 15, he met a like-minded friend and the beginning of satisfying gay sex began. Being good looking and having an outgoing personality, he had a wide circle of friends, both male and female. Having developed effective “Gaydar,” he easily found ‘friends’ for encounters of the best kind. At 17, he came out to his parents who accepted his lifestyle. The rumors he helped circulate in high school concerning his orientation did not dampen his acceptance among girls, straight guys and of course the queer ones. Being captain of the soccer team and a star of the swim team cemented his popularity.

After graduation from Wesleyan University with a degree in economics, he continued his studies at UConn (University of Connecticut). With an MBA (Master of Business Administration) from a respected business school, Mark had many career opportunities. While he could have accepted a position on Wall Street or with a major bank or consulting firm, he chose to continue at his father’s architecture firm. His father was the managing partner of a large firm located in lower Manhattan. While in high school, Mark traveled to Manhattan to work at the firm summers and during the school year when he was not involved in social and extracurricular activities. Mark relished the idea of traveling alone by train and subway. At the firm, he did menial jobs and ran errands. Eventually, he was given more responsibility. In the summers, he took over the responsibilities of the office manager and bookkeeper while they were on vacation. Soon after his graduation from UConn, the firm opened offices in Stamford, Connecticut and Long Island. Mark’s father, managing partner, was impressed with his expertise in all aspects of the expansion and gave him more authority within the firm. Within a couple of years Mark became manager of the three locations, working out of Manhattan.

On his eighteenth birthday, two of his buddies took him to Manhattan’s largest gay bathhouse. While Mark was very familiar with gay sex, the bathhouse introduced him to mindboggling opportunities.

Mark’s gay lifestyle was enhanced by his athletic activities. With friends, he frequently kayaked in the summer, skied in the winter and hiked year around. Many of these adventures included overnight trips with ‘friends with benefits’ (friends that you enjoy sex with no expectation of relationships).

As a graduation gift, his parents bought him a one-bedroom co-op apartment in Manhattan on Riverside Drive at 93^rd Street that overlooked Riverside Park and the Hudson River.

On a beautiful autumn morning, as he entered the 96^th Street subway, he was disappointed to see the crowded platform. As he boarded the packed Number 3 express train, he looked forward to an uncomfortable ride where he would be standing crushed against an assortment of humanity.