Manhandled (26 page)

I needed to prep for my afternoon classes and work on “professional distance.” I made a beeline for the metro, which would
take me home in six quick stops. My thigh guided the entry turnstile to the left as my ticket to ride was accepted.

The subway doors whooshed open with a heavy sigh and passengers exited quickly as others anxiously waited to board. An annoying
bell chimed its announcement that the doors were closing as frantic individuals lunged forward and squeezed themselves on
before the doors managed to close.

I was trapped between several guys, warmed by their muscled heat. I seldom minded the crowding, and always kept a blue eye
open wide for the more pleasing souls that lined the metro cars like cattle.

As the train jerked to a halt at the next stop, I felt my ass being caressed by a fellow passenger directly behind me. His
hardened member seemed to insinuate its way into my ass crack through the tight cotton jeans I was wearing and throbbed between
my cheeks as we waited for the doors to close once again. Few passengers exited, but more pushed onboard, allowing me to feel
the outline of the cock resting comfortably between my cheeks.

I felt the heat in the car rise, and it assisted my own frontal swelling, which found housing in the ass of the young man
in front of me. He seemed to maneuver his butt cheeks backward, with the intention of discovering the weight and size of my
organ. His hand assisted the process as he outlined my member, then pulled at my thighs, closing the gap between our bodies.

As the metro car rattled forward in its journey, making a slight curve to reach its next destination, I felt pressure from
both behind and in front. My cock was bulging with excited new blood at the simultaneous motion, front and back; I was being
taken to nirvana.

Suddenly the car jerked to a dead stop. Some passengers screamed, and darkness followed.

I wasn’t about to complain. I would much rather make the best of the situation. But predicting the duration of the temporary
power outage and resulting darkness was difficult. The lights could go back up immediately, or they could be out for quite
a few minutes. At any rate, I had to think fast.

My traveling companions obviously felt the same way. The one in front quickly maneuvered his right hand to my zipper and proceeded
to yank it down, allowing for easier access to the monster within. It flew out and was guided into his butthole while he moved
back and forth as my member grew in size. Breathing in the car had increased, and I could barely catch my breath when my pants
were inched down by the passenger behind me, who quickly discovered my pink buns. He thrust two saliva-covered fingers into
my hole and spread my cheeks outward. Once my opening was lubricated his cock entered with gusto, and I felt his ball sac
against my exposed white thighs, pushing slowly back and forth so as not to disturb other passengers and alert them to our
movement in the darkness.

With the urgency of our situation, our passion was intense and short-lived. Within moments I let loose a string of jism into
the tightening ass in front of me, while I felt hands pulling my ass cheeks backward against a gigantic mass of hardened flesh.
I felt the stranger behind me shudder spasmodically as his load fired deep inside my hungry cavern.

All breathing seemed to intensify, and oxygen became scarce.

Pants were pulled back into place and zippers were drawn up and mumbled “Thanks” were heard throughout the metro car.

As the lights came back on and eyes found comfort once again with the bright lighting inside the car, I noticed the bulges
of the passengers on my right and left. They were obviously also stimulated by the momentary darkness in our crowded metro
car.

I heard the bell, called out “Excuse me,” and pushed my way to the door. I looked back and saw a sea of smiles. For the first
time, I noticed the faces of the passengers who had stood in front and in back of me in the momentary darkness. I recognized
them both from my morning class at the Institute.

As I headed toward my apartment, I chastised myself for being too friendly with my students and vowed to work on my professional
distance. But not today; perhaps tomorrow.

L. B. Fox

W
hen I went to a porn-star pool party fund-raiser, the last thing I expected was to be part of the entertainment—but that’s
exactly what happened. It all started when I came up behind this one porn star I know while he was standing with a friend
of his and talking to a group of admirers. He was wearing a Hawaiian print shirt and a pair of long shorts. Feeling a little
mischievous— and wanting to surprise him—I snuck up behind my porn friend and tugged down on the legs of his shorts. I was
sure he had them tied and they wouldn’t come down, but it would still be a funny gesture. Imagine my surprise when, two seconds
later, my friend was standing in front of me—facing his crowd of admirers—with his shorts down around his ankles!

I fell to the ground, shocked, and laughing uncontrollably.

“Oh, my God!” I exclaimed between breaths. “That wasn’t supposed to happen! I thought you’d have them tied! That SO wasn’t
supposed to happen! Oh, my God!”

My friend just stood there for several long seconds, looking down at himself and then at me, incredulously. It wasn’t the
first time he’d been naked in public—the day we met he tried to get me to go swimming naked with him and a bunch of other
porn stars—so I knew he wasn’t embarrassed about having his body seen. And his small crowd of admirers certainly wasn’t bothered
by the impromptu unveiling. They responded instantly with their cameras and camcorders, recording the moment for posterity.

After a minute my friend pulled up his shorts—then he focused his attention on me, still lying on the ground laughing.

“Oh, you think that’s funny?” he said, looming over me. “You really think that’s funny, huh? Well, let’s see how funny you
think it is when it’s you with your pants down and your dick hanging out for everyone to see!”

He dropped on top of me, pinning my arms to my chest with one hand and going for my shorts with the other.

“No!” I screamed, still laughing nervously and struggling to escape from his grip. “No, please! I didn’t mean it! It was an
accident! That wasn’t supposed to happen! Please! No-o-o!”

But my cries fell on deaf ears. This guy was determined to get my pants off, and I was powerless to stop him. We struggled
for maybe a minute before he sat on my chest, pinned my arms with his legs, and reached behind himself to work my shorts down
and off. I kept kicking my legs, trying to make it as difficult for him as possible, but soon I was lying there on the grass,
naked from the waist down.

“So,” my friend said, looking down into my eyes, “how do you like it? How do you like having your pants pulled down and all
these guys looking at your dick?”

I turned to the side and saw that the crowd of admirers was still there watching. In fact, our struggle had drawn the attention
of quite a few more onlookers. There were cameras flashing and camcorders going, and I saw growing bulges in more than one
pair of trunks. I had to admit, the forced exposure and all the attention was starting to get me excited. And I wasn’t the
only one who noticed.

“Looks like he likes it a lot!” a voice called out. “He’s starting to spring a major boner!”

“Is that so?” my friend said with a grin on his face. “Hmm, let’s see.” Then he reached behind himself, between my legs, and
found my hard cock. Wrapping his fingers around it, he gave it a few good squeezes. “Well now, what have we here?”

“Come on, man,” I said nervously. “Please don’t do this. Please?”

“I dunno, buddy,” he replied. “Your mouth is saying ‘Don’t,’ but your body’s saying ‘Please do!’ ” He looked up at his friend
and said, “Come and hold his hands for me.”

“Aw, no, man, no!” I said in protest. I tried to get up when my friend shifted his weight, but he held me fast and seconds
later his friend had my arms pinned above my head. With me held securely, my friend scooted down between my legs and held
them open. Taking my hard dick in his hand, he gave me a devilish look just before he went down on me and enveloped my cock
with his mouth.

“Oh, shi-i-it!” I hissed as I started squirming again, more from pleasure this time than from trying to escape. My friend
put his big hands on my inner thighs and pressed them down, spreading them wide apart as he continued to devour me in front
of the crowd’s watching eyes.

My friend may have been used to having sex with people watching, but this was a whole new experience for me—and not an altogether
unpleasant one, I had to admit. The thought of all these guys watching this hunky porn star suck my cock was kind of hot.
I was getting so excited I thought I would blow my load any second. But my friend had other plans.

“You like that, huh?” he said, coming up off my dick. I just looked at him, stunned, unable to speak. “Well, there’s more.”

He stood up and took off his shirt, then dropped his shorts again. His dick sprang up from his pubes, hard and thick. Stepping
over me again, he knelt and squatted over my chest so that his cock hovered inches away from my face. Putting a hand behind
my head, he lifted my face toward his dick and said, “Suck it.”

Without even the slightest protest, I parted my lips and let him slide his cock between them.

“Mmm,” he hummed as he entered my mouth. “Yeah, that’s it. Suck it good. Man, your mouth feels incredible! Oh yeah, work my
dick with your tongue. Oh yeah!”

I wasn’t sure if he was performing for the crowd or if he was really enjoying the blow job I was giving him, but I didn’t
care. Either way worked for me.

As he humped my face he reached around and kept stroking my cock. “Somebody get me a condom and some lube,” I heard him say.
Oh God,
I thought.
What’s he going to do now?

“Here ya go,” someone said from the crowd, and my friend said, “Suit him up for me.” It was like we were on a porn set and
my friend had become a performer-turned-director. I jumped a little as I felt an unknown hand take hold of my dick and roll
a rubber along the shaft and then slick it up with lube. When my unseen attendant was done, my friend pulled his cock out
of my mouth and scooted down my body until he was straddling my groin. He gave me a lewd look as he applied some lube to his
hole. Then, without a word, he positioned the head of my cock at his asshole and lowered himself, and I slid inside him.

I couldn’t say anything. I just sucked in my breath sharply and held it, momentarily forgetting how to breathe. My friend’s
mouth, however, was working just fine.

“Aw yeah, man, that dick feels good!” he said as he settled down on top of me. “How’s that feel to you?” he asked as he wiggled
his hips and squeezed his ass muscles around my dick.

“O-o-oh, good,” I moaned in response.

“Yeah, man! Ride that dick!” the guy holding my arms said.

And ride it he did. Getting his feet under him, he rose to a squat over my cock, and lifted his balls so I could see my hardness
sliding in and out of his soft hole. I looked up at my friend and took in the sight of his strong chest heaving and his hard
cock bouncing. Even though it was
my
dick in
him
, it was more like
he
was fucking
me
with his ass. He moved up and down, back and forth, and side to side. He worked my dick so well I thought he was going to
break it off and keep it inside him. Soon my hips took over and I was humping involuntarily, bucking up into him and fucking
like a wild man. This went on for a while—how long, I couldn’t say; I was too lost in the sensations to keep track of time.
I did notice, though, when I felt fingers probing between my cheeks and two slippery digits poking into my asshole. At first
I thought he was just massaging my prostate to add to my pleasure, but when he stuck a third finger in me I realized he was
preparing me for entry.

“Somebody suit me up,” he said, and an eager onlooker stepped forward to comply. Once he was covered, he disengaged himself
from my dick and positioned himself between my thighs. Taking my ankles in his hands, he pushed my legs up and spread them
wide, exposing my now-open asshole for all to see. I had never felt so vulnerable—or so excited.

“You ready for this?” he asked rhetorically, not really expecting or planning to wait for an answer as he scooted forward
and nudged his knob against my opening. Again, I caught my breath sharply, this time as
he
entered
me.
I froze as his bulbous head broke my rim, and I begged him to hold still for a minute to let me get used to the intrusion.
He did, then he slowly worked in the next two inches—which were followed quickly by the last six as he suddenly slammed them
into me.

“Oh, shit!” I cried out at the sudden invasion. “Fuck!”

“That’s exactly what I had in mind!” my friend said with a wicked grin on his face. He spread my legs, turned my ass up, stretched
out over me, and went to work. I’d seen him do this to guys before in videos, but now he was doing it to me—and people were
watching. Through my sex-induced haze I was vaguely aware of guys standing around stroking their cocks, and I could hear some
of their grunts and groans over my own. The guy above me had shifted to pin my arms under his knees and was now stroking his
cock along with the rest of the crowd. It was all such a frenzy, so intense as everybody watched my friend pounding my ass,
I knew it couldn’t last long. And from the way he was moaning and groaning above me, I knew he wouldn’t last long either.
Finally he lowered my legs and said to me, “All right, baby. Time for your money shot.” Then he took my dick in his hand,
stripped off the rubber, and started stroking it. With him still giving my prostate a persistent pounding, it didn’t take
long. My breathing quickened and I started squirming uncontrollably. “Unh…unh… unh” was all I could manage to get out, then
seconds later I was shooting my load all over my stomach.