Note: Hi guys, this is my first story I've written on here and I am planning on starting a short series. Any critical critiques are welcomed. Thanks!
A young man or Boy; 19 years old and living through a cramped hell on a train just barely leaving Utah.
It's destination; New York City.
Hiss reason: A broken heart and no other reason to give an actual reasonable stay here anymore.
Not wanting to deal with the fakeness of it all.
The pseudo-happy couples.
The ugly featureless suburbs with overpriced food joints that serve mediocre tastes.
The Mormons and their repeated hypocrisy of tolerance, claiming to tolerate all yet bashing the poor.
'Her', a South American who stole his heart and never gave it back which drove him nearly suicidal.
'Never again.' The boy thought as he surveyed the mountainous landscape of snow and rock. The mystery that hides behind the Rockies is there, simmering an allure of promise that will certainly reaffirm his right to life.
The train sloshes side to side. Vibrations of steel meeting steel reverberates through the air as the noise is polluted with all matters of incontinent sounds of machines and people.
Preemptive was his move, he warned nobody about the expedition and already his phone is blowing up the very moment a bleak signal comes back to life.
"What Happened?"
"Where are you?"
So on and so on.
He snaps the phone off the moment he sees 'her' message, recognizing the name but never bothering to read it, a tear escapes his eye but he is too tired to cry.
He closes eyes, ignores the outer commotion and lets the 2 doses of sleeping aids kick him into unconsciousness.
He never wanted to be back here ever again.
His history is done here and all reasons to return have evaporated days prior.
Blood is pumping, the noises become dulled. There is a tug in the mind and without hesitation he falls into it.
He slept for the entire journey until Chicago.
Chicago was uneventful, just waiting for hours until the next train arrived.
The rest of the journey was uneventful. The horizon showed a winter landscape carved by both man and god. Buildings and nature contrasting one another under the snowy white canvas.
The train was somewhat cold and the boy struggled to keep warm. He ate some edibles and downed it with a miniature bottle of whiskey. The world began to swirl into a mind melting buzz of a thc induced illusion and the numbing effect of strong liquor.
The train buckled again, waking some child in the cargo train. The kid wailed and moans of annoyance can be heard through the place.
The Boy wasn't bothered by it, he simply looked inward and let the voice from the other side of the mirror begin to speak its spell on him. He drifted hyperactive through countless possibilities;illogical and logical. Euphoria stung at him like a junkie being stabbed by a heroin wasp.
He imagined many things and his body felt them like they were real.
He kept seeing and imagining until a familiar broad face of a middle aged blonde man appeared.
It was his former coach from high school past, who was really fit into shape, one with pecs that poke out through his shirt and massive hands that hugged his hips that hovered over his tanned muscular legs.
He always wore really tight red short shorts.
The young man remembered how most of the guys both made fun of it and appreciated how well sculpted his ass was. They always remarked how they would go gay for him.
Gay.
Gay.
The young man felt a sensation arise from his sweats. His cock began to stiffen and go hard. He remembered the gym coach grabbing him up after he fell one day. Those sweet yet strong hands on his soft feeble body.
He imagined those same hands rubbing him all over. The young man emulated this by rubbing his hands all over himself, the sensation brought a pleasure unlike any other, a submissive pleasure that brought his cock to life. It began to leak and the very moment he remembered that one day he caught a glimpse of the coach's massive cock he could've sworn his very own asshole began to moisten itself up for entry!
'Fuck.' His mind muttered as he imagined a fictional scenario; where his coach fucked him like a little girl into the gyms shower room.
The showers are all on and steam has taken over the room. They are both butt naked in the middle of the room making out. The boy is laying sideways with his ass pointed towards the coach and his own cock laying motionless on the ground.
The boy hurried and got up towards the bathroom. He partially stripped himself down where his pants were hanging below the knees and his shirt hanging loosely like a cape around his neck.
One hand was stroking himself and the other was feeling himself all over.
In his mind, he conjured every intricate detail of what that cock might feel like inside his asshole.
Using one finger, lubbing it up with spit he gently shoves it up into his asshole.
