Train station

by John James stepped on the N train at Grand Ave. Scanning the car, he found a seat near the other end. He walked over to the other side. He noticed that girls were eyeing him as he walked by. He didn't mind. He was 18, bleach-blonde hair in a mushroom part, with a swimmer's build He wore a black denim jacket and under that a tight black see-through shirt, proudly showing off his chest and abs. James sat down, tired from a day at school. It was Friday, and he planned to go partying with his friends, possibly go a little crazy before he went home. As he sat down, he couldn't help but notice the guy sitting next to him. He was tall, at least by his standards, with black hair shiny with gel, tanned skin, and a nice build from what James could see. He wore a pair of tight jeans, and James could not help but steal glances at his crotch. Their eyes met, and the guy smiled. "Hey," he said. His voice was deep and cheerful. "Hey," James said, quite speechless. "Name's John," the guy said, offering his hand. "James," James replied, shaking it. "How old are you?" John asked. "18. You?" "23. I'm guessing you're a sophomore?" "Yup." "So where ya goin?" "My friends'. We're goin out." "Oh, cool." There was silence. The train came to a stop. Five more stops till James got off. The train started up again, and James stole some more glances at John's crotch. He looked up and saw John's piercing black eyes eyeing him. He smiled. James smiled back. The train stopped again. "Well, this is my stop. Nice meeting you James," John said, getting up. The train doors opened up and he got out. James stayed for a moment. Then, just as the doors where closing, he dashed out and caught up with him. "Wait!" he cried. John turned around. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I dunno. Impulse, I guess," James replied. John lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "Are you gay?" James froze and whispered back: "I'm bi." No more was said. The two waked out to the street. John led them to his apartment. They walked upstairs. John opened the door to his bedroom, where a king sized bed was waiting for them. John turned to James. "Have you ever been fucked by a guy?" "no" "Sucked off?" "No." "A virgin....hmmm." He licked his lips. James was nervous and excited at the same time. John walked over to the bed. James followed. The room was silent except for James' anxious breath. "Shhhhh..." John whispered. Then he leaned over and kissed his cheek. James wrapped his arms around him, the kiss became full fledges as John explored James' mouth with his tongue. He let him go, leaving James out of breath. Then he slowly peeled of his shirt, revealing his tautly muscled chest and stomach. James breathed faster. John then pulled down his pants, threw off his shoes and his socks. He was now naked except for his briefs which had a huge bulge in them. His halfway hairy body was that of a Greek God. John smiled. James smiled back. John slowly took off James' shoes and socks, then his jacket, his tight shirt, then finally, his khaki pants, revealing boxer briefs, with a smaller bulge, but a bulge all the same. He wrapped his arms around him, and they kissed again, falling down onto the bed, their clothed cocks rubbing against each other. John laid him down. "Close your eyes," he said. James closed his eyes. John lowered his head and began sucking James' two breast muscles, biting on the erect nipples. Then he moved down to his stomach, and finally his crotch. His teeth pulled on the elastic band, and slowly pulled them down, revealing James' rock-hard staff. James was breathing wildly, and sweat began to form all over his body. John opened his mouth and slowly began to suck on James' cock. His tongue swirled around, changing his rhythm each time he slowed down, going up and down his cock. James began to moan softly. A few second before James was able to reach orgasm, John slowly took his cock out of his mouth. James sighed. "That was great, man." "There's more." Jon reached for a bottle of KY jelly, and rubbed his cock with it. It glistened. He looked at James. "James." "Yeah," James said weakly. "I'm going to fuck you. It's going to hurt, but you'll like it." "Please, fuck me, now..." John needed no more encouragement. He slowly slid his rod into James' tight hole. James' voice rose in pitch and he sighed again. As soon as john heard this, he began to slowly pump in and out of him. "Oh, man this is great," James said, in another world. John slowly sped up the pace. Soon he was fucking him fast and hard. The bed made cricket noises, which mingled with the two men's moaning. "Oh, God --I think -- I'm gonna -- cum!" James said, on the verge of orgasm. "Hold it -- alittle --longer," James said, almost there. "Now!" James cried out in pleasure and pain, and his mind spiraled and he saw colors. John let out a long moan and the two of them let out a stream of cum together. James shuddered violently as rope after rope of sticky white cum spewed all over the room. It went on for almost 10 seconds (Which is long for an orgasm). As he slowed down and the shudders became less and less and he came down from space and ecstasy, he fell asleep. John, who had finished much earlier than James, slowly pulled out of him, and got a blanket. Turning out the light, he pulled the cover over the two of them. James moved only two place his hands on John's chest. The two slept in each other's arms.