LAST TRAIN TO BRONXVILLE       I usually work late in the City on Thursday night and have to take the last train home. I get to Grand Central Station in the heart of New York just in time to catch the Metro North 12:30am to my hometown of Bronxville, a very exclusive suburb about 20 miles north of the City. Last night I had the experience of my life. I'd like to share it with you because it's so freaky and I have to share it with someone and telling a complete stranger like you is easier than telling my friends or family. My God! I'd be ostracized if they found out. Ok. Let me start at the beginning. I got out of the office a little later than usual so I had to run down to Grand Central and just jump on the train a minute before it pulled out. Luckily, like most regular passengers on Metro North, I have a monthly pass so I didn't have to bother buying a ticket. OK. I got on and sat down to catch my breath. I looked around and noticed that the lights were out in the last car which was the one I was in. Sometimes that happens. I don't know why but sometimes either the air conditioning or the lights won't be working on one of the cars on the train. Normally I would get up and move to another car, one with working lights, because I generally like to read on the train. But last night I welcomed the darkness because I had had a full day and just wanted to zone out. And that's what I did. I relaxed against my seat and started to doze off.  I don't know how long I was dozing but soon I heard voices. The voices were not loud. In fact, they sounded like stage whispers. But still I came fully awake at the sound because the voices sounded somewhat strange.

My eyes had adjusted to the dark and I saw these two guys who obviously had walked into the car from somewhere in the front. When the lights are out in a car, it still is not completely dark. The lights from the next car give some vision, dim, but still you can generally make out what's going on in the car. These two guys came to the back of the last car where I was sitting. I don't know if they saw me at first. Maybe they did. But if they did, they certainly did not pay any attention to me. They were full concentrating on each other. They stood up against the door of the train and just began to touch each other softly. They were whispering to each other and I had to strain to hear what they were saying. But once I made out the words, I gasped. They were whispering what sounded like lovers' words, like "Oh baby. Let's get it on now! Oh yeah, sweetie! Let me feel you! Oh!" Both of these guys were big, I mean they were easily over six feet tall and very well built like maybe they were athletes. They sure had well developed bodies like men who do a lot of working out at the gym. It's early October and hasn't turned chilly yet, and these guys were dressed in summer type clothes; denim jeans and denim vests which showed bare arms and chests. As I continued to stare at them, they began caressing and kissing each other. I gasped again, this time audibly. But these guys paid me no mind. They were kissing each other on the mouth very hard and making noises as their lips and tongues worked on each other. I was shocked yet transfixed. I knew, of course, that there were men who did these things with each other but I had never seen anything like this. In fact, most of my life I have gone out of my way to avoid these types. Homosexuals have always made me very nervous. I always get the feeling that if I get too close to one, he'll try to seduce me, or worse, he'll attack and rape me. I'm not a very big man and I can't fight very well. I'm really more in the mental world more so than being physical. I don't care very much for the sexual, and the homosexual makes me very uneasy.

Yet I had to ask myself, why was I sitting there and staring at these two hunky men? Why didn't I just get up and leave? I told myself that although these two had a nerve to come into this car to use it for their assignation, they certainly had a nerve to do so in a public place, especially when someone like me is trying to get some snooze time. Yes, I could have gotten up and even alerted the conductor. But I didn't. Maybe I said to myself, Why should I get up when I was here first. And anyway, I thought, the conductor will be here any moment to check tickets. So I didn't move a muscle. I sat there, staring as these two VERY masculine went at each other. Now their hands were all over each other's bodies. This one, very blond, very handsome one [yes my night vision had improved over the ten minutes that I had been there in the semi darkness] had his mouth all over the other, a black man's throat, kissing and sucking his Adams apple, while the dark one threw back his head and opened his sexy neck to the blond. What? What was I thinking? I witnessed what I witnessed. But oh my, I was also editing what I was seeing. Sexy? Why did their sexiness impress me? Why was I taken up with their hard masculine bodies? Why couldn't I breathe as I watched them? I didn't know. I know that I was frozen in my seat, breathing harder and harder as I watched.

The blond began unbuttoning his buddy's vest and kissing his chest. He took the black's nipple into his mouth and began sucking him. The black one moaned as he was being sucked, and even the blond was moaning as he sucked. I began to sweat! I began to tremble and I didn't know what I was trembling about. But my heart beat faster as the black one reached down and took the blonde's face in his hand and kissed his face and then began to work his own mouth down the blonde's body. I looked and saw fingers moving quickly, sure of what they were doing, seeming to know just how to open clothing and pull it down. The blond was now down on a seat, sitting back while his buddy was pulling his pants down. I didn't even notice the belt unbuckling or the fly being unzipped. Everything was happening so fast. These two were like hungry animals going at each other, oblivious of the rest of the world. Blondie was lying back against the seat, his jeans down around his ankles as his buddy kneeled down in front of him and kissed his thighs, his ebony fingers taking the blonde's balls and gently caressing. The blonde's penis was sticking up in the air. I could see in the dim light, just a few feet away form me, the thickness and the hardness. Suddenly the black man lowered his mouth onto Blondie's swollen cock and began to bob his head up and down, sucking and sucking while Blondie closed his eyes and gasped and moaned. I saw the black guy move his hands under the blonde's naked ass cheeks, gently lifting him ever so slightly so he could grasp the ass and push him into his mouth deeper.

Blondie began to buck and twist. He put his hands on the black's head and pushed down. Then his eyes flew open and his mouth opened and he screamed as his cum must have been shooting into his buddies mouth and throat. Normally I should have been worried that all the noise would attract attention and that people would be running in from the other car. But then I realized that on this late last train there are very few people, and they generally congregate towards the front of the train. But more than that, I was distracted by something else. I looked down and saw my own cock had formed a pup tent in my pants. I had a hardon! I could scarcely believe it! This whole homosexual scene had turned me on! My! What was wrong with me? Sex between two men had made me hot! Before I could wonder about it further, the black man was standing over me and smiling. "Did you like the performance?", he asked. I looked up at him and began to stutter. "I, um, er, I mean ..." The black man reached down and grabbed my hard cock outside my pants. "Yeah", he laughed. "You DID like it, you voyeuristic little guy!" "Please!", I said. "Let go of me." He threw back his head and laughed. He didn't seem to be concerned about anything, about other people coming or hearing. I gulped and opened my mouth to say something when I noticed that the blond was also now standing over me.

"What do we have here?", Blondie asked. The black man turned to him and said, "A peeping Tom with a big prick, a very HARD prick." "Well", Blondie smiled. "We shouldn't let that meat go to waste when there are two big hungry men dying to taste new flesh." Blackie was still holding on to my cock and I wrapped my fingers around his wrist to remove it. But not only was I not able to budge that big hand. The next thing I knew, I was being lifted out of my seat by both of them. I tried to scream but Blondie, standing behind me now, had his hand over my mouth. "Shut up!", he ordered and I'll let you breathe!" I wanted to scream in the worst way. This was a nightmare and I couldn't wake up! Blondie had his hands under my arms and the black man lifted me up by my feet and they carried me to the very back of the car where they put me down. "I know you just fed, baby", the blond said, "but I'll let you feed again first. Take him!", he barked. Without a word, the black man undid my belt and fly, and pulled down my pants. With Blondie still holding me up from the back, the black fell to his knees again and took my throbbing cock into his mouth. Through all my fright, I still had maintained a hardon. In fact, the fear had made me even harder than I had been before. I barely struggled. I knew now that it would be futile. No one was coming. And, I thought, even if someone does come, these guys aren't going to stop. They aren't afraid of anyone. So I let myself be taken. The guy was on my cock like it was the last thick meat in the world. He was sucking me so hard and it felt so good. I just closed my eyes and let him feast. I have never been sucked so good in my life. All my fears about gays were disappearing as I realized that no one probably can give a blow job as good as a gay man. This guy felt like he knew all about cocks and how to please them. As the the guy on his knees continued to suck me, I felt the guy behind me press his thick hardon against my ass. While the guy on his knees continued to blow me, I felt the blond undoing his own pants and then I felt the tip of his cock at my ass-slit.

I began to tremble but didn't have time to think. Blondie was slowly and deftly opening my hole and easing his thickness into me. He seemed to know just what he was doing. It hurt a little but there was nothing I could do. The one down in front of me had his arms wrapped around my legs, sucking me. The one in back had his arms around my chest, holding against him tightly. My asshole was opened wider than ever before when I had taken a great big dump. Now thickness was going in instead of out, and, believe it or not, I was beginning to enjoy the feel of this gorgeous blonde's prick inside me. I was being sucked and fucked by two beautiful queers and I just closed my eyes and gave myself up to them. The blond began to moan and groan again. "You little fuck baby! Hold on! I'm cuming in you, bitch!" I felt him drive deep into me and his grip tightened on me more as he bit into my shoulder and muffled his cuming scream. Just then, I felt my balls lift and the life being sucked out of me, I filled the black man's mouth with my own cream. Since I hardly masturbate, my balls must have been filled like a cream cake. Gobs of cum blasted out of my cum slit and flew into the waiting mouth. Cum in! Cum out! Jesus God! I opened my own mouth and screamed. I felt both men remove their hold on me. The black man rose up to his feet. The blond was fixing himself back up. I heard steps approaching and turned to see the conductor coming into the car. His eyes were not yet accustomed to the gloom. "Tickets please", he called out. As he drew closer, his eyes became accustomed to the dark. he saw what was going on and stopped in his tracks. The blond drew out a knife and flashed it in the conductor's face. "Get the fuck out of here before you get hurt!", Blondie said. Without a word, the conductor turned on his heels and ran out of the car. A minute later, I looked out the window and saw that we were approaching the Bronxville station. The blond pinched me on the cheek and said, "Thanks baby! Hope you liked it as much as we did." Before I could answer, they were out the door of the car, disappearing towards the front of the train. I managed to fix myself up as the train came to a stop. The doors opened and I stepped out into the suburban night, a different man than when I had first entered that train. All this experience, and a free ride home too. THE END

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