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Innocently I sat on the train, afraid that any movement on my part would cause me to tip over. I couldn't help but laugh at myself from time to time, wondering how I always got into these situations. I would go out with a group of friends, telling myself I'll only have a couple of shots, stay on top of the game, maybe come back with a nice blonde hanging off my shoulder...
But no, every time I would just get trashed and do something stupid. Tonight I was sitting in the train, alone, horny as all fuck, regretting another screw up at the last minute. I am not tall, maybe 5'7", got an athletic body from my days in the army, and a pretty good looking face. But where my body brought me, my sarcastic tongue would always rip me away from. It's amazing how little control I have over what I say, especially when drunk!
Tonight, as I have already mentioned, found me in the same spot as many nights before, it became a pattern that I just had to escape. But what could I do?
Across from me, I noticed despite my unsteady drunken stare, a man that seemed to be about 40, comfortably overweight, dressed casually for people who do not know how to dress casually well, and smiling.
Through my distorted gaze I saw him stare at me, I then smiled at him for some reason rather than blurt out my usual sarcastic remark. I was alone, and didn't think I could hold my end in a fight. He sensed this, I guess, because his stare turned more intense, and to be honest I think I felt turned on by the close scrutiny that I was under.
Unfortunately, I couldn't really stay awake for this examination and just sort of slumped down in my seat: opening my legs, and tilting my head to the left. I must have been out cold for only a couple of minutes or so when I was reawakened by my ass stumbling off the seat.
Again, I felt the man's eyes on me, I guess now probably darting between my ass and mouth, wondering which would be better to violate in his own fantasy world. But this time he was closer. He must have shuffled a couple of seats closer when I was passed out. Now that he was closer I was able to give him a more thorough appraisal, he didn't look any better; just a plain, unglamorous forty year old.
He saw me wake up and smiled. He said only two words to me:
"Boy.... Look."
Giving me a few seconds to digest what he had said, he began to undue his zipper. Ever so slowly, he pulled it down, enjoying my lingering stare. I couldn't take my eyes off the act, somehow that level of daring just had me transfixed. I have once gotten a blow job on the subway, a completely unimpressive affair, but somehow seeing it before my eyes, like a movie, just had me captivated.
Ever so slowly he unzipped his pants, until finally he reached the end. I had not moved, I could not move. While remaining in my frozen state, I saw him reach into his pants and pull out his beautiful little penis. I say beautiful now in retrospect, because there were no thoughts in my head, only my mind wondering when the freezing process of my body will end.
It could not have been over 4 or 5 inches long, with some pubic hair clearly sticking out as far as the head! He began to stroke his dick with two fingers, all the while staring at my slumped figure.
"This dick isn't going to suck itself you know."
I was shocked, but his blatant approach certainly had a waking effect on me. I straightened up in my chair, but moved no further.
"I need a face to cum on too."
I stood up, mesmerized, and walked closer to him, ever so slowly and then sat in the seat opposite of him. He continued to stroke his dick with two fingers, but with the other hand he now undid the top button of his pants and spread the sides so that I could see more of his dick and boxers. He then reached into his boxers again and took out his balls and did something comparable to spreading them on the fabric. They were big; I'll tell you that; his hairy testicles were probably as big as his dick.
