My Subway Angel

“It’s alright, just relax. You can’t go spinning around like that, you have to take it easy.” I smile brightly and smooth away some hair from his face. He’s sweating a little, and I wipe the slight mist from the exposed part of his forehead with the pad of my thumb. “Are we on the right floor?”

He turns a bit and nods. “Yeah, last door on the right is mine.” Very slowly, I help guide him there. He recovers and is able to walk again quickly, but I hold onto him extra tight just in case. He turns the lock and then turns to look at me with a sad expression. “So will you stay?”

I sigh and glance down.//Take him up on it, you idiot!\\ I think to myself.//This is the opportunity of a lifetime! A guy like him wouldn’t normally look at you twice! Go for it!!\\

He sees my reluctance and gives me a reassuring smile, his hands massaging my shoulders and chest. “The doctor said that I shouldn’t fall asleep, so I’ll need some company tonight to make sure I stay up.”

//Alright, ya’ twisted my arm.\\ “Well, in that case, I’d be glad to help.” His expression brightens considerably and he immediately opens his door and pulls me inside.

“Great, it’s settled then!” He beams, closing and locking the door behind us. His one bedroom apartment is small, cluttered and dimly lit with dark orange light. The first thing I notice are all the burlesque paraphernalia, porcelain masks, door beads and thick burgundy curtains that stretch down to the tattered dark blue carpeted floor. His cherry wood futon is obscured by a large feather boa, votive candles, assorted musical vinyls and stacks of gay porn. Without hesitation, he scurries over to it and begins clearing it off. “Excuse the mess, I really wasn’t expecting to have any company.”

“It’s okay, here, let me help you with that.” I smile at him as he squirrels the porno mags away sloppily into a drawer beside the futon. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. This apartment is a sterile environment compared to mine. We once lost a full grown cat in there for over two hours.”

He just squints at me and laughs.

“Hey, you like Bettie Page?” I motion to a framed picture on the wall. “Ilove Bettie Page, she’s so awesome.”

“Oh yeah,” He chuckles. “I’ve been a fan of hers for years.” He sits down on the now clear futon with a glass of water and some aspirin, takes it and pats the seat next to him. “Come sit with me.” I waste no time in getting as close to him as possible, now feeling a bit freer to wrap an arm around him, though I still feel like I’m pushing my luck.

“You feeling better?” I lean my head against his shoulder.

“I will once the meds kick in; the Novocain is beginning to wear off.” He sighs and looks down at himself. “Boy, I’m really a mess, aren’t I?”

“Are you kidding??” My eyes widen dramatically. “You are gorgeous. On your worst day, you make Marcus Shenkenburg look like Estelle Getty.”

He throws his head back with laughter. “Do you flatter everyone who brings you home?”

“I speak only the truth, my dear.” I lean up and kiss him again, savoring the sweet taste of his plump lips, running my fingers up and down the back of his neck. He closes his eyes and lets a faint whimper escape between our mouths as my tongue pushes it’s way past his lips. We wrap our arms around each other, as our kiss grows deeper. I feel his torso up from over his shirt. His hands slide under my sweater to grope my chest and sides. I reach up and slide off his coat, and he does the same for me. Our kiss breaks just long enough for him to grab air and me to pant out, “Are you sure you’re up for this?”

“Yes, but not here.” He moans back breathlessly, sliding off my glasses and tossing them onto the coffee table. “I feel so crappy right now after lying on that subway station and then in the hospital…I think I could use a bath.” He smiles, running his fingernails through my thick, coarse stubble before kissing me again. I reciprocate all too eagerly, my fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt blindly.

“Mmm…” I pull away for a moment as I slide his shirt over his shoulders, revealing his lean, hairless chest. “I could definitely help you with that bath.” My hands roam all over his chest, abs and sides, and he slides his arms from the sleeves. “Gods, you’re so unearthly beautiful…” My head dips down to kiss along his neck, down his jugular and over his collarbones. I drag the flat of my tongue over his small, dark nipples and circle them with the tip of it. He groans in delight and laces his fingers in my hair.

“Maybe we should go draw the bath now while we still have some control over our bodies…” He suggests breathlessly, his head still tilted back, his eyes still closed. That sounds like a really good idea, though for me, it’s an uphill battle. As much as I try, I can’t seem to tear my mouth and hands away from his exquisite form. “Doug…” He gasps as I kiss and lick my way down his trembling stomach, both his hands now fully entwined in my hair. “Oh god, Doug, please stop… just for a few minutes…” My tongue withdraws and I close my eyes, panting like crazy, my hands still gripping his waist and chest possessively. I literally have to force myself to stop. His fingers caress lovingly over my scalp and ears, making me tilt my head into his petting like a cat would.

I mumble as I press my lips into his abs once more, knitting my brows with obvious restraint. “I need you so bad…”

“Then c’mon, help me draw a bath…right now.” He looks down at me, smiling, nudging my head up. I nod and help him up off the futon and over to his equally as cluttered bathroom. Little weaved baskets filled with hair accessories and skin care products litter the several little stools and towel stands in here, but the blue bathtub is rather large and nice. There are candles along the ledge, windowsill and even a few on the towel stands. I start the water running at a warm temperature and sit him on the edge of the bathtub, get on my knees before him and resume right where I left off, with my tongue and lips all over his chest and abdomen. He grabs my shoulders hard and hisses through his teeth. My hands fumble blindly with the zipper of his tight black pants, struggling to get it open as I kiss down the faint line of black hair running from his perfect outtie belly button down below his belt. He moans and massages my shoulders and the back of my neck.

He suddenly reaches down and tries to pull my sweater over my head. I break away and gladly help him with it. After it’s off, I toss it carelessly to the side and kiss over his exposed boxer briefs, over the sizable bulge being contained there. My lips wrap around as much of it as I can while still beneath the fabric, flicking my tongue over the head and the very tip of the crown that just peeks out beyond the elastic. He growls in pleasure and curls his fingers around my hair tight. I feel my cock throb in my pants at this sudden aggression, loving every moment of this. If nothing else, I am confident in this area, knowing exactly what I have in store for him. And if he never calls me again, at the very least, I will seek to ruin him for other men.

“Ughh…Jesus, Doug, that feels amazing!” He moans loudly, his voice suddenly taking a lower, seedier pitch. I compound his pleasure by tugging back the elastic and sliding my lips around his swollen, weeping cockhead. “Aahh! Oh damn!” He gasps in surprise, tugging on my hair. I moan against his erection and take his dick deeper into my mouth, inch by inch, slowly, torturously. He groans and tosses his head back, guiding my face with both hands down deeper onto his meat. I swallow as much as I can with his pants and underwear still in the way, then withdraw slowly, gliding my tongue back up over the head and tracing the crease in his fat crown, dipping the tip of it into his piss slit to lap up the thin, sweet precum that had pooled there. My hands roam upwards over his torso, raking my nails down both sides of his ribcage, making sure to hit over both of his nipples along the way, which makes him whimper and shudder all over.

I come down on his cock again, once more taking in as much as I can, stretching out my mouth to accommodate his girth. “Mmmm…” I rumble deep in my throat, letting my voice vibrate and send tickling waves through his shaft. I slide my hands down his sides and to his hips, trying to lift them up and slide his pants the rest of the way down without having to take his member out of my mouth. He lifts himself up and helps me off with them, and finally, I’m able to swallow his length completely, pressing my lips up hard against his pubic hair. I feel the very tip hit the back of my throat, and I close my eyes and keep it there for a good long moment, really letting him enjoy the feel my mouth sheathing him so completely. He huffs, letting out an elongated groan and a few muttered curses under his breath. I withdraw slowly, dragging my tongue up along his shaft as I do so; reaching under and cradling his balls, letting them float in between my skilled fingers gently. My other hand caressing the inside of his silky thigh, drawing more moans of pleasure out of him.

The hand on his thigh quickly migrates to the base of his dick, holding it up straight while I work my lips and tongue over just the head, occasionally dipping my tongue down to lap just under it. My fingers slide up and down his shaft, lightly jerking and teasing it, making the head all sensitive and throbbing with arousal. “Oh my god!” He gasps loudly, gripping my head. “You keep this up and I’m gonna cum!” I moan against him again, internally debating whether or not to grant him release now and just give him a few more orgasms later, or to drag this out and make it the climax he will remember for the rest of his life. My determination to outdo all his previous partners outweighs my desire to taste his creamy load right here and now. I slow down and eventually let his slicked up cock slide from my lips. He looks down at me with a wide-eyed, confused glare. “What’s the matter? Don’t you want to finish me off?”

“Oh, I will…” I grin and lick my lips, eyeing him from top to bottom hungrily. “Eventually. I’m gonna have a little fun with you first.” I chuckle, stand up straight and go to turn off the water.

He grits his teeth, watching me with a frustrated expression, gripping his now neglected member. “Hmph. Cock tease.” He kicks off his pants the rest of the way and stands up behind me as I bend over to shut off the knobs, pressing his rock hard dick up against my ass. I turn my head and smirk at him, pushing back against him. He reaches down with both hands and undoes the fly on my jeans, pulling them down over my hips. I grunt and grab the side of the bathtub with both hands as he pulls my underwear down as well. “Mm…you have a nice ass.” He grins, smacking it.

“Ah! Mmm, I love that.” My breathing becomes more labored and it’s getting harder and harder not to just say ‘fuck the bath –get that amazing cock of yours greased up and inside me right now!’ Again, my willpower is strained and all I manage to say is, “What about that bath?”

“Take your pants and shoes off and I’ll be right with you.” He backs away from me and I kick off the rest of my clothing without hesitation, then sit on the edge of the tub, covering myself up shyly. He goes into a drawer next to the sink and pulls out some bath beads. I glance at him and suddenly I’m beet red again, laughing. “What? What’s so funny?” I can see he can’t help but display a grin himself, walking over to me. I merely shake my head. He climbs into the tub and drops most of them in, motioning for me to join him, so I climb in behind him so he can’t see me. “Mmm...this water feels so nice.” He leans back against my chest and leans his head against my shoulder. I instinctually wrap my arms around him, fondling his chest and abs.

“This body feels nicer.” I turn my head to plant small kisses along his cheek and neck, and he lets out small moans and whimpers, encouraging me to take things further. I grab one of the melting bath beads and let it rupture in my hand, getting the warm oil all over my palm. With the other hand, I arch his back forward and push his hair out of the way, then rub my hands together, sliding them hard up against his back. He grabs the front of the tub and moans gutturally as I massage him. My fingertips knead hard into his sore muscles, drawing tight circles over his taunt flesh. I curl my fingers in and knead then with my knuckles into his shoulder blades, then down his flanks, working inward along his spinal column. He tenses and flexes his abs, moaning slightly from my heated, soothing touch. He lifts himself partially out of the water and rests on his knees, and I can see his cock throb and pulse as he lowers his head to rest on the hands gripping the front of the tub. My hands tremble when he takes this extremely tempting position. He’s baiting me, he’s daring me to claim him like this, and more than food, water or even air, I need this man. I rake my nails all the way down his back from his shoulders, rough, slow and deliberate all the way down to his tailbone.

“Mmmmm…ohhh yeaahh!” He grunts, arching his back, lifting his ass higher in the air in offering. I reach into the tub and take out another bath bead, making it burst right at the base of his tailbone, letting the hot oil leak and drip down his ass crack. I take his cheeks and spread them, making sure the oil gets onto his tight pink pucker as well. He groans breathlessly and lifts his ass even higher for me. I get on my knees as well, arching myself so that my raging, swollen hard on brushes up in between his greased up ass cheeks. I squeeze them closed around my veined member, bucking my hips so that my aching length slides smoothly against his crack, trying to draw some gratification from it, as if to tide me over until I can gather up the courage to enter his all too welcoming canal. “Oh god, Doug, that’s it…” He gasps, turning his head back to glance at me, his brows fully knit and his eyes darkened and glazed with lust. “Fuck me…c’mon, baby, stuff that fat cock inside me!” He bucks his ass against me, drawing a long, strained moan that seemed to come from my soul rather than my body. I lower myself flush against his back, sliding my throbbing member from in between his firm ass cheeks, propping my weeping cockhead up against his greased up sphincter. With little warning, I clamp my jaws around the tense flesh between his neck and shoulder, as though I were a dog gripping onto my mate’s scruff. His whole body stiffens; he throws his head back with a loud, desperate scream.

Only then do I begin pushing my way inside him, quickly reaching around and taking his fully swollen meat in my warm, slicked up hand and begin jerking him off with a slow, tight grip. A low, guttural, almost beastial growl is released against his shoulder as I enter him, slowly pushing and stretching out his pucker, filling him with my manhood inch by inch. He grits his teeth and continues to cry and scream out obscenities, pushing his ass back into me eagerly. I continue to work his slicked up meat, my pace unerring. He shudders and sobs as I fill him to the hilt. As I withdraw myself from him, my jaws release his reddened flesh only to claim the other side with increasing ferocity. Another deliciously sex-maddened scream tears from his lips as his body wracks with raw desire.

“Oh… DEAR GOD, YES!!” He cries as I shove myself inside him again, this time in one quick, smooth stroke. His body tenses and quakes, and he begins to push his ass back against me to meet my thrusts. My teeth release his shoulder and my tongue instead lashes out to drag mercilessly over the back of his neck. He quails and tilts his head to give me easier access. He grips desperately against the edge of the tub, his knuckles white and his lean arms trembling. “Take me, Doug!!” His voice cracks from strain.

“Ohhh baby, you feel so fucking good…” I mutter out in short gasps in between rough licks along the top of his spine. My grip on his steely cock loosens, and I begin working just the sensitive crown between my fingers, lightly, teasingly, making his whole body jump and flex. His sweet precum drools from the head and helps coat my fingertips. My thrusts melt into a decently paced rhythm, spearing him again and again, my aching arousal burning him from the inside out. My free hand wraps tightly around his chest, teasing the erect peaks of his nipples with the pad of my thumb. My vision grows hazy, suddenly ignoring all else but his delicate form, generously misted over with sweat, oil and bathwater. The scent of that oil mixed with musk and sex overwhelms me, nearly pushing me to my peak right then.

He mutters huskily under his breath, pushing back against me hungrily. “That’s it…stroke my dick…mm yeah…” My fingers move from his thumping chest to entwining themselves with his cascade of silky raven hair. I gingerly slide each thin layer of gauze clear from his soft, damp neck, whispering kisses along its gentle incline, throwing him off once in a while with a passionate nibble or bite now and again. He rewards me with fevered moans and deep, elongated grunts, and those base, gritty sounds are like music emerging from his sun-goldened throat. The grip on his throbbing, swollen meat of his tightens once more, I stroke it with more determination as I realize my intense desire for him undoes me; I won’t be able to hold out much longer. Just as I make this revelation, he suddenly cries out, his voice cracking harshly. “Oh god, keep it up, I’m gonna cum!”

The severity of his words send waves of renewed arousal thundering through my body. “I’m not far behind you, baby…” I groan seedily through gritted teeth, sinking myself into his unearthly warm depths with each buck of my hips. I feel my searing hot flesh glide effortlessly past his pucker then become sheathed completely by his even hotter canal, milking me, drawing my essence from my loins and into him. His flawless body shudders, begging me with his raw emotion to lose myself inside him. Suddenly, I hear him draw a breath, and in a wordless cry, he throws his head up in unrestrained ecstasy. I feel that sphincter squeeze around my base as he unleashes his passion in the form of thick, pearly ribbons streaming out of his purple cockhead, splattering on the side of the tub and into the bathwater. He tenses and gasps with each wave of his nearly overwhelming climax, each shockwave drawing more and more seed from him until it seems as though he is drained in both body and soul. One of his hands grips tight around mine, slowing down my stroking, forcing me to squeeze the head of his spent cock.

He repeats “Oh god” like a mantra, his whole body shuddering, his voice weak and high-pitched. His ass, still incredibly lubed and now relaxed and stretched wide from my tireless efforts freely accepts my pounding, determined manhood. I release his depleting erection and grip onto both of his slender shoulders, using them to pull his body harder into me. The smell of his release and his musk is intoxicating. My eyes flutter closed and the next thing I know, my orgasm sneaks up on me and consumes me. I dig my nails into his sides, throw my head back and roar in passion and pleasure as the first wave of my own climax washes me away. I feel my cock swell to full capacity and shoot wave after wave of white-hot seed deep into his bowels. He moans weakly, his body pressed tightly against mine as I finish off inside him, my nails rake mercilessly down his flanks. It takes me a while of trying to regain my breath and composure before I’m able to slide my still fully erect dick from him. After which he proceeds to collapse lifelessly into the cum-streaked water, completely overtaken with exhaustion, dizziness or both. I do similar and shift position so I’m sitting on my ass instead of my knees.