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Encounter on the # 3 Subway (New York) - 6. Chapter 6 Another Encounter 

Bruce took out his tablet while the virus scans ran on Alan’s computer. “Might as well start with one of our favorites.” He logged into his ‘chaturbate’ porn account. As it was a Sunday morning, he thought it might be a slow time. However, that was not the situation. In the male section, there were fifteen pages of guys. With about 90 guys on each page, there were over 1,300 men eighteen years of age or older from around the world performing. Generally, the ones with the most viewers were listed first. While viewing the site was free, most performers accepted tips that could be purchased online. Neither Bruce nor Alan had used a credit card to purchase tokens for tips. The first performer was a guy from Ohio who stated his age as 31. He was a real masterpiece: muscular, with wavy blond hair but otherwise a totally hairless body including armpits, chest, balls, crotch area, etc. His eight-inch hard, cut cock was impressive. The performer promised to cum after he received 5,000 tips. Since the performers kept about half the tip money with the site keeping the balance, the Ohio guy would make about $250.00 for a couple hours of work. With a current tip balance of 3,655 it would be a while until he shot his load.

The two looked at other performers. They saw guys from India. Poland, Germany, Columbia, Russia, Ukraine and various USA states. They ranged in age from eighteen to grandpa age. Bruce and Alan enjoyed critiquing each one. They returned to Ohio just in time to see him shoot a massive load.

Alan exclaimed, “Enough looking. I am so horny. I am about to shoot in my pants. I have to jerk off. Join me?”

The two friends were soon kneeling opposite each other with a newspaper on the floor between them. Each had pulled out their dicks. Both eagerly stared at their friend’s piece. Bruce relished the cut dick of Alan with its large mushroom head. He determined it was almost the length of his. Both had just pulled dicks out so the balls were not totally visible. In less than a minute, each moaned as he shot his load toward the other. Alan’s eruption was so intense that a few spurts landed on Bruce’s. The two smiled and laughed.

Alan commented, “That was fun. Now I am drained. Need some nourishment. There is as box of donuts in the kitchen. I’ll make fresh coffee.”

Both were high on their experience. As they sat Alan asked, “This is your third year at the university, yet last week was the first time you visited the LGBTQ+ Center. I’m sure glad you visited. What was your inspiration after waiting three years?”

Bruce looked his friend in the eye. “About a month ago, I had an experience that resulted in my meeting someone who suggested I visit the Center.”

He then related his encounter on the Number 3 subway.

“About a month ago, I was going downtown to purchase a birthday gift for my grandfather. I took the Number 1 local subway from near my home. At 96th Street, I got off the train and walked across the platform to take the Number 3 express train. As the doors closed prior to departure from the 96th Street station, I grabbed the pole to brace myself so I would not sway into other passengers. Every part of my body was pressed against someone. Over the years, I had gotten used to this sensation. While unpleasant, it is part of riding the subway during rush hour. As I concentrated on my plans for the day in the crowded subway car, I felt the pressure of being squeezed in the packed car. Something was pressed against his dick. As I attempted to lean away from the intruder, the car lurched pressing me tighter against whatever was down there. I assumed it was the back of a hand. That hand could only belong to one person. I was standing next to the pole he held onto. The man with the hand was directly in front of me and turned sideways. I had not paid any attention to the other passengers as I thought about the birthday present and my exam at the University that afternoon. I assumed this was an innocent encounter with the man not realizing where his hand was.”

“I checked him out. He was about the same age or a little younger than my father, smartly dressed in suit and tie, hair neatly trimmed and, to my pleasure, had the profile of Mr. Morton, our middle school science and sex education teacher when we were thirteen. Remember I told you I had seen the handsome teacher naked at the health club locker room years earlier? As I thought of him, I felt a tremor through my body. My dick responded at the thought. I suddenly realized the pressure from the back of the hand increased when my dick responded to the thought of Mr. Morton. While my brain told me to back away, my dick responded differently. I leaned forward. The hand pushed back. While the hand pressure took place down below, the man stared off into space. I was now half-hard. My emotions were a combination of embarrassment, mortification, humiliation, shame and lust. The lust won and I pressed against the hand. Wearing baggy pants and loose boxer shorts, there was nothing to hold the dick back. Suddenly the hand turned so that the palm, not the back of it, was against the dick. The hand opened and gently pressed the dick. I pressed back. The man continued to stare straight ahead. Gradually, the hand pressed back as fingers took hold of my half erection. My lustful feelings encouraged me to lean in. The hand was now wrapped around the almost fully erect dick hiding in the loose pants. Somewhere between 72nd Street and the next station, 42nd Street, the trained stopped. The face that had been staring into oblivion turned toward me. He spoke, ‘Nice day, isn’t it?’ I was speechless. Finally, I blurted out, “Yea, sure is.” As we gazed into each other’s eyes, the stroking continued. The train started to move. When it pulled into 42nd Street more passengers got off than boarded. The car was no longer crowded and the hidden contact was not possible.”

“The man moved his hand up and now held the pole with both hands. As he looked at my CUNY sweatshirt, he asked, ‘Are you a student at City University?’ Our conversation continued as the train headed downtown. He asked about my major and classes at CUNY. We discovered each was a Yankee (baseball team) fan. I told him about the gift for my Grandfather. He explained that he usually wore casual clothes to work, but since he was meeting with a banker concerning an increase in the firm’s credit line, he was wearing his ‘power suit’.”

“As the train pulled into Chambers Street, he reached into the inside pocket of his suit coat and pulled out a business card and handed it to me. As he intently stared into my eyes he stated, ‘I would like to continue our conversation. We should get better acquainted. Text me and we could make a coffee date.’ As the train pulled out of the Chambers Street station, I stared at the card with the name Mark Winters.”

“When I returned home that afternoon, I hid the card in my desk drawer. For the next few days, I constantly thought of the encounter. Part of me was insisting that this guy was some kind of a pervert and that I should rip up the card and forget the incident. The horny side of me reminded me that a Jeffrey Dahmer type of serial killer of young gay guys would not hand out a business card. I was walking around half-hard thinking of the handsome guy. Eventually, I sent him a text message, ‘Meet for coffee? Your Monday subway friend.’”

“He immediately replied, and the following Saturday morning we met at a Starbucks near the 96th Street station, a five-minute walk from his home. I willingly went to his place. The guy apparently is rich. His place is on the top floor of a building on Riverside Drive with views of the Hudson River and New Jersey. Up until that day, my encounters with men had been limited to watching porn. The only time I had seen a real live hard dick other than my own was the day after the sex-ed lecture in the seventh grade. In the showers after gym 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?’ I was mesmerized by the sight. Suddenly, I realized I was starting to get hard. While laughing with the other boys, I took my eyes off of Randy’s dick and avoided a hard-on in the shower. Randy continued his shower and eventually went soft.”

Alan briefly interrupted, “I was in the shower with you and Randy that day. I had the same reaction and immediately left the showers and quickly dressed before anyone saw my hard-on.”

Bruce continued, “Within an hour of going to his place, I had seen the hard dick of another real guy … actually touched and played with it. Also, had without shame displayed my hard dick, got jerked off by him and was sucked off. Until then, I had assumed sucking was only something done by porn actors.”

“I visited him a week later. We had another enjoyable session. But, more importantly, we had a discussion. He told me that while he had ‘friends with benefits,’ he had never had an emotional affair.”

When Alan questioned what was meant by ‘friends with benefits,’ Bruce explained it was when you have a friend who you have sex with, but with no emotional ties. Just happy recreational sex. “He made it clear to me that our relationship would be nothing more than a friendship with no emotional ties. He told me that while watching porn was entertaining and something he watched, he also stressed that enjoyable sex was more than just two guys doing it. To him touching and cuddling were more important than just getting off.”

Bruce continued, “During that second visit we discussed my coming out to myself and also admitting I’m ‘gay’ to others, especially my parents. We discussed how I might meet like-minded guys. He knew I was a student at CUNY and had researched gay activities on campus. It was at his suggestion that I visited the LGBTQ+ Center. The rest is history.”

Alan exclaimed, “Wow, what a story! I am hyped up for touching and cuddling.” As Alan stood and walked toward the bedroom, Bruce followed.

Up to this point, neither had seen the other naked - just cocks as they jerked off earlier. As they entered the bedroom, Bruce suggested that this time they take it slower. Standing in front of his friend, Bruce reached out and removed Alan’s shirt. Alan did the same to Bruce. Then Bruce kneeled and removed Alan’s shoes and socks. He reached up, unbuckled the belt and pulled his friends pants down and off leaving him naked except for blue boxer shorts. Alan kneeled and did the same. When Alan stood, Bruce suggested, “For the next fifteen minutes let’s explore each other with one exception - no touching the underwear area.” After setting the timer on his phone, he stroked Alan’s face. Alan did the same. He massaged Alan’s shoulders. Alan did the same. As he moved down and gently tweaked each nipple, Alan moaned and also moved his hands to Bruce’s. Bruce ran his hands slowly down each arm, held the hands up and sucked each finger. Alan mimicked. Bruce pushed Alan’s arms up and tickled each arm pit. Alan giggled and mimicked. Bruce kneeled, observed the bulging and stained boxers. He then ran his hands down each leg and massaged each foot and toe. He then stood. Alan kneeled and mimicked. Bruce then took his friend’s hand and led him to the bed. They laid next to each other. Bruce leaned in and held his lips close to Alan’s. Alan moved in and the two lightly kissed. Bruce wrapped his arms around Alan. Alan also wrapped around Bruce and their lips pressed firmly against the other’s. As they held each other tightly, each could feel his friend’s hard throbbing cock pressed against his own cock.

The timer went off. Bruce pushed Alan onto his back and with some difficulty pulled his boxers down, releasing the throbbing and oozing dick. Bruce kneeled and examined it. He could not resist the temptation and lowered his head. He licked and kissed the precum covered dick head. He then swallowed it to its base. Alan cried out in delight. Bruce moved his mouth back and plunged down again. Alan screamed out, “I’m cumming.” As Bruce released his mouth grip, cum gushed out, covering Alan’s stomach and chest, with one spurt hitting his lips. Alan became quiet as Bruce laid next to his friend. Then in a gasping voice Alan stated, “That was the most amazing feeling ever, and I mean EVER!

Laying on his back next to Alan, Bruce whispered, “I cannot wait any longer.” He grabbed his own hard dick and with only a couple of strokes had a cumming of the intensity of his friend. As the two drained boys lay next to each other, Alan reached for Bruce’s hand and squeezed it. Alter a few minutes, Alan rolled toward his friend, raised his head, smiled and lowered his head. The two kissed with a frenzy.

Eventually Bruce suggested, “Shower time - please join me.”

The two walked to the bathroom, hand in hand. The bathroom had a standard bathtub with a shower nozzle and shower curtain. Neither of the boys cared about the crowded condition. Each washed the cum off the chest, stomach and crotch of the other. Alan then kneeled and announced, “While you had an opportunity to check me out, I have not seen you magnificent piece up close. He examined Bruce’s soft dick. As he was cut himself, he was intrigued by the skin-covered head. Bruce would learn later that his was not the first natural dick Alan had personally encountered. Alan reached for it and moved the skin back. As the head was exposed, the dick began to react to the attention. Although it had only been minutes since cumming, the second cumming of the morning, it soon responded and grew to its total hardness. Alan pulled the skin back and then up over the head. He leaned in and kissed it. Eventually, Bruce pulled him up and the two again tightly embraced with lips to lips, chest to chest and hard dick against hard dick. While each was hard, neither was ready for a third cumming – yet.

After the shower, the two naked boys went to the kitchen. While[AF1] Alan got out sandwich fixings, Bruce opened cans of Dr. Pepper. They sat across from each other at the kitchen with their legs entwined. Bruce queried, “I shared my most relevant experiences with you. Do you have any interesting anecdotes to share?”

Sitting naked at the kitchen table opposite his friend, Alan began, “I have had some adventures. While I would not be willing to share my story with just anyone, you are special. The following are my experiences up to my eighteenth year, the summer prior to starting CUNY.”

To be continued.

 
A special thanks to my friend, pvtguy, for his thoughtful suggestions that clarify what I am attempting to say.  Also, I thank him for his careful review with resulting edits that make it appear I have mastered the English language. 

If you are enjoying this story, please take the time to like, comment, and follow it. Your feedback and comments are always welcome and help me develop this and future stories.

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