TWO PR BOIS ON THE SUBWAY
by
Clark Williamson
“Then lets go,” Max said, pushing my shoulder again.
He had won the game we were playing tonite because we could not find a third man we wanted to play with us. When that happened we would play one game of pool, winner take all... so he was going to abuse me for the rest of the night any way he wished... well not the same way we would if we had found a third guy to play with us.
As we walked, me a few steps behind, my hands cuffed behind me, he lit a slender joint. Max is a good looking very muscular dark haired man, if he had hair, he keeps his head shaved clean, and most of his body, including around his fat long prick. I am not as young, or handsome as Max, but my dick is larger than average. I have light brown hair, which is kept short. and not much to shave off my body if I wanted to bother. Max can attract any man he likes. but his attraction to me is my mind. There we are equals, twins in passion and desire to inflict pain, and enjoy the pleasure of pain to share with each other. With each other we stop at pain...... but with another guy it is all the way, until death do us part.
He put the joint in my mouth as we got near to 14th street and headed east toward the 8th Ave subway. The joint was shared and finished when we got to the entrance. Downstairs, he swiped his card and pushed me through the turnstile and swiped again, following, pointing me toward the uptown side with pushes on my shoulder. We walked to the far end of the platform with me following again, savvy New Yorkers understanding what was going on without seeing the handcuffs partly covered by my T-shirt tucked into my Levis, and ignored us.
Two Puerto Rican boys with girlfriends stood waiting for the local train as we stood by the express tracks, they were good looking, muscular, white undershirts laying across their shoulders, baggy jeans riding low on their hips, boxers underwear showing, their sleek bodies also wet with sweat, looking good. They were a contrast, one, a little taller was very dark skinned, the other lighter toned and his face and upper body covered with freckles which made him look even yougner.
I wondered, after looking us over because of the intense way we had checked out the boys, if the giggling girls would appreciate the salty tangy sweat on their boy friends the way Max and I would. We are certainly a better cocksucker. The boys didn’t need to say anything, their homophobic contempt showing in their faces. The girls said something in Spanish, the boys answered maricon, then the two couples drifted away, but as they left the boys grabbed their crotches, "take a photo, it lasts longer...." freckle face called out and laughed in a mean way. It was humiliating, as was Max's intent, if only the girls were not there, they might have pissed on me, or something.
We watched them walk to the center of the platform and wait by the local train side, then off in the distance the rumble of a train, made farther away by the effect of the grass, the local finally arrived. The girls go on but the two PR bois stayed behind and when the train was gone they settled onto the back of a bench to wait....wait for the express train, or wait for us to make a move. They were smart enough to know what our intent was in looking at their crotches as we had, well at least our initial intent.
"Think we can do 'em?" Max asked.
"All the fuckin' way." I answered.
He took the cuffs off my wrists and placed them over the waist band of my jeans, like his were, in the center of the back, ready to grab when we would take them down.
They watched as we approached, the darker one spit on the floor and sneered at us and grabbed his crotch. "You want a piece of this faggot?"
"Watch'a got?" Max asked.
The light brown skinned kid with freckles on his cute boyish face unzipped the jeans, "10 fuckin' hot PR inches," he nodded at his buddy, "an' he got more between his legs."
Having said that the young man tugged at the denim and out popped an uncut cock, half hard, that curved downward slightly, the thick foreskin drooping over the elongated cock head. I smiled.
"Show me how you go down on it, show me here, and no god damn teeth, faggot!" freckle face challenged me.
Where we were was between two staircases, no one around, some people on the opposite platform, but they were not paying any attention, and what if someone did come along, this is friggin' New York...... get used to it. I bent down and locked my lips on the deliciously sweaty cock and I went down until my nose was burried in the sweat stinking cotton boxer underwear fabric. Freckle face moaned with pleasure.
"He's ok," the dark skinned one said.
"Mutha fucka knows how to suck cock," Freckle face said pushing me off his now stiff dick, "but not here yo."
Max immediately spoke up, "you come to our place, follow us. Up off 94th Street, in the basement."
"Express coming." I said, still savoring the flavor of the sweaty prick.
"You follow," Max said again, "keep a distance and no one will know you are going with a couple for faggots for blow jobs."
The train arrived, we stood, our backs against the doors standing across the car from each other, the boner in freckle face's jeans sticking out just below the low slung waist button. Max and I didn't need to talk about what we would do, we had done it before with different victims. Just how much fun we would let them have before we started in on them was the question. I was in the mood for a beating as well as a hot cock to suck off, hopefully Max wanted to get slapped around too before we reversed the situation. We would spring into action when Max spoke the code word, since he was in charge tonite.
Going up the steps to Broadway at 96th Street we were met by a refreshing cool breeze, but not cold enough for any of us to put on a shirt, we didn't need to look back, horny PR bois will follow a cocksucker just about anywhere. Nothing was said when they caught up with us at the gated door, then followed me down the steps into the basement under the empty store front on the main floor of the building we owned. The store was enough insulation for the basement so the people we rent to upstairs will hear nothing.
"I got to piss." The dark one said, looking around the small room at the bottom of the steps.
There are two more rooms down there, much larger he does not know about yet. One with jail cells, the other with fun and games toys. There is a bathroom there but he won't be needing it. Max locked the gate and door, and followed us down, his boots clumping on the wooden steps.
"I got a mouth." I said kneeling.
"Fuck!" The dark skinned young man said unzipping his jeans a producing a thicker prick than the other boi has, and he skinned back partly uncovering a milky, bulbous cockhead.
I held it with my lips and circled my tongue about tasting the tangy smegma, I inhaled the ripe sent of his sweaty crotch. The stream flowed fast, kind of bland flavored urine which spouted out his wide piss hole so fast I could not swallow it all and felt a hot trickle of piss wandering down my neck and chest. That kind of stuff makes my dick go stiff. I sat back on my heels when the stream stopped, Max was getting his thirst for piss quenched as well .
"Yo man, I got my own personal god damn piss mouth." Freckle face said with a giggle as he pulled his dick from Max's lips.
"OK faggot," the dark one said to me, "time to chow down on this spic dick."
He stepped back and dropped his jeans then pushed down the dark plaid boxers revealing a smallish patch of kinky pubes that looked small because of the thickness of the massive cock and enormous balls hanging under it. he flopped on the old sofa behind him. Freckle face lowered his striped boxers and jeans and sat in the over stuffed matching chair, stroking his down bent cock waiting for Max to blow him.
The room is sparsely furnished, lighted by two bulbs dangling from the main floor wooden support joists overhead, the walls, cinderblock or concrete and the floor dark cement with all kinds of stains these Puerto Rican bois don't want to know about.
I started in on the head, exposing it all so I could clean all the sticky creamy substance off, then I sucked, and licked about, then took more and more of the thick, throat filling black cock shaft down into me, more and more until my nose was tickled by the kinky hairs that smelled so sweetly sour and sweaty. I rolled the fat balls in my hand as I swallowed the prick over and over.
"Oh fuckin' yea cocksucker....." the dark skinned guy said softly.
Max is an excellent cocksucker too, and I heard soft moans from freckle face as he too was enjoying the blow job. As I had hoped, passion would build and soon the young man I was blowing grasped my ears and began to direct my face down on his prick with the speed he wanted. His hips rammed up, the giant cock made me both drool spit all over and gag as I sucked him off. I could hear similar noises from across the room, Max was giving the rough mouth fuck he enjoys too.
Freckle face yelled out some words in Spanish, and the thrashing from the other side stopped with long spasms of heavy breathing. The cock I was devouring was near to exploding, the pre-cum was flooding my mouth with it's special flavor, and the dark skinned youth was panting as he attacked my mouth with his prick.
"Swallow that jizz....fickin' queer....." he gasped as his load was spewed from the thick cockhead being jammed in and out of my mouth. When the spurts ended I lay my face on his thigh with the cockhead still in my mouth. Nothing happened, so I decided to make something happen. I wanted to feel this kid's homophobic furry.
I wet a finger and slid it under his balls, obviously headed for his asshole, a trigger for violent reaction from straight Puerto Rican guys. The dark skinned kid exploded with the violence I craved.
His hand swatted across my face as he stood, grabbing at my shoulders "I ain't your queer bitch, faggot!" he shouted. His knee fell on my shoulder as I hit the floor.
"Yo, what he do?" Asked freckle face.
"Want's to get queer with my shit hole."
"Get your friggin' hand outa there, faggot!" Freckle face shouted. I knew Max had had taken a cue and tried something as well. I heard slaps and punches from across the room, but I didn't have time to watch as the dark skinned guy was pounding his fist into my crotch making direct hits on my nuts, sending lightening bolts of pain up my belly. I did nothing to stop it. Soon I was yelling out, so was Max. We both enjoy getting our nuts bashed about hard, hell we like getting the shit beat out of us.
The dark skinned guy now stood and pulled up his underwear and jeans enough so he could get a good swing with his foot, and planted the sneaker toe right on my trapped balls. That took my breath away and I thought I would shoot off, but Max shouted the code, "now man! Fucker's got a blade!" he added.
I sprang up with my hand grabbing at the giant ball sack, and when I had it in my grasp, I lifted the young man up off his feet, making him yell loudly, and bashed my other fist in his face connecting squarely with his nose sending an instant spray of blood out.
From across the room I could hear thudding and grunting of fist on flesh as the chair was knocked over and then freckle face screamed in agony, followed my several more fist against flesh thuds, a beautiful sound of violence that keeps my prick hard every time I hear it.
I dropped the guy's nuts and gave him a solid punch to his belly which sent him reeling back. I looked over and saw that Max had everything in control, one knee on the kid's shoulder, the other his arm. Max held the other arm to the floor and was pummeling freckle face in the belly and balls. I raised my knee into the dark skinned guy's balls, and at the same time delivered several punches to his belly, thuds, grunts, violence, yea!
The dark skinned guy was twisting away as he stumbled, I pushed hard with both hands on his shoulder, sending him face first over the sofa to the wall behind. I grabbed his kinky black hair and bashed his face into the wall until his body went limp. Then I cuffed his wrists behind him.
"Jesus man, leave some for later," I said to Max who was still pounding the other guy's ball bag.
Freckle face made no resistance as he was flopped over and cuffed, and he folded into a fetal position groaning loudly. "You get your nuts smashed enough?" Max asked.
"Enough for now." I answered.
"Sorry to cut it short but the fucker was grabbing a blade in his high top sneaker, I'll stick it in him later, after I find it."
"Good deal," I said, then I fingered at the dark skinned youth's asshole which was near by where the youth had crumpled face still against the wall. "You ready for a fuck?"
"Ready and hard", Max said flipping his button fly jeans open. "This boi gets it dry." he smirked.
"No, please no....." freckle face begged after he realized what was going to happen when Max rolled the kid onto his back and lifted his legs his head, still tangled in jeans and underwear about his ankles.
Max knelt by the young man and spit in his face, "You lube it with your mouth then," he snarled. The PR boi turned his face away.
"Guess he going to be a man about it." I laughed and turned back to the dark skinned round butt awaiting me.
I had rubbed my hard cock over the dark face covered with blood, his face had hit the wall several times with enough force to have broken teeth loose and they dangled about his lips. He had cuts all over from the rough cement wall. When he began to moan and wake up I pushed him face down and rammed my bloody cock up his shit hole. That brought him to life, "aaaaaaighhhhhhhhhhh!"