“Yeah, right. You want
something
.” Though he hadn’t known Chad long, he knew him
well enough to sense something suspicious.
“Now that you mention it...”
“I knew it.”
Chad rested his left elbow on the door frame and his right hand on the roof. He leaned
forward and rubbed his jaw. “It’s just that I’ve always wanted to do something and never had the
guts to do it.” Ricky laughed. At this angle, with this lighting, Chad looked so good he didn’t look real.
“
You
never had the guts to do something. I find that hard to believe.” He’d always pictured Chad
as the type to just plow forward, doing whatever he wanted without thinking first.
“It’s a little kinky.” He shrugged and looked down at the pavement. “It isn’t something
you do every day. I’m not even sure I should ask. I don’t want to freak you out or anything.”
Ricky’s eyebrows went up. They hadn’t done anything kinky yet in bed. “Howkinky?”
He’d read about some of the kink gay men got into, and there were certain things he knew he’d
never do. He wasn’t judging anyone; those things just weren’t for him. But he wasn’t opposed to
a little harmless kink, depending on what it was.
Chad leaned closer and smiled. “I’ve always wanted to have sex on the subway.”
“The subway?”
Chad nodded. “It’s my only kink,” he said. “It’s an exhibitionist thing with me. I rarely
ever do anything exhibitionist, and never on the subway. But I’ve always wanted to do
something with the right person. I just never met anyone I trusted enough.”
Ricky stared at the steering wheel and considered Chad’s request. As far as kink went,
this wasn’t all that bad. In a way, it was a relief to know Chad didn’t want to pee on him or tie
him up in chains. Although Ricky had never considered having sex on the subway, he couldn’t
deny he’d been very aroused when he’d put on his little show of exhibitionism for his neighbor.
So he shoved the key into the ignition and said, “I think there’s subway entrance around the
corner from Rocco’s place. We can take a ride before you go home.” Ricky found a parking space on the street about three blocks from Rocco’s building and
two blocks from the subway entrance. On the way to the subway, he almost had to run to keep up
with Chad’s brisk pace. Chad jogged down the subway stairs so fast he reminded Ricky of those
press clips of President Obama jogging down the exit stairs of Air Force One. When the subway
pulled up to a stop, Chad placed his palm on the small of Ricky’s back and pushed him into the
empty train so hard Ricky almost lost his balance.
But Chad caught him before he fell. He wrapped his arms around Ricky’s waist and
pulled him into his chest. Then the doors shut with a clank and the subway moved forward with a
squeak and a flush of air. When the overhead lights blinked, Chad leaned forward and whispered
into his ear. “We’re in luck. This is an express train.”
“Huh?” Ricky knew nothing about the New York Subway system.
“It means there won’t be too many stops.” Then, without wasting time, he reached down
and unfastened Ricky’s pants. “I haven’t been this excited in a long time.” He was already hard,
rubbing his crotch against Ricky’s leg as if he were about to give him a personal lap dance.
But when Ricky’s pants were down to his knees, he turned sideways and noticed a young
man sleeping in the last seat at the other end of the train. Ricky stopped moving and said, “We’re
not alone. There’s a guy over there.” He was young, college age. His head was back, his eyes
were closed, and his lanky legs dangled over the seat in front of him. He had messy black hair
and dark, heavy five o’clock shadow. His black army boots were scuffed and worn, and his dark
green army jacket was rumpled and frayed.
“He’s sleeping,” Chad said, cupping Ricky’s ass cheeks in his palms. “He’s not even
paying attention. He’s probably just some kid from NYU coming home from a beer party and
sleeping it off. He’s too stoned to know what’s happening.” “You don’t mind the train’s not empty?”
Chad squeezed his inner thigh and shrugged. “I think it’s hot.” Then he started biting his
neck.
“I don’t know about
this
,” Ricky said. He knew he should have pulled up his pants and
fastened them. Any sane, normal person would have done that. His teachers in school would
have been mortified to see him this way. His mother would have fallen backwards. But when he
realized he was still fully erect, all his instincts told him to listen to Chad. Besides, he was with
Chad. Nothing bad could happen to him. So he reached and grabbed Chad’s crotch. He squeezed
with one hand and pointed to a seat across from where they were standing with the other. “Go
over there and sit down. Pull down your zipper and put on a condom. I’ll do this. But we have to
make it fast. I don’t want to wind up getting arrested for having sex in public on top of
everything else this week.”
While Chad settled into the brown vinyl subway seat and unzipped his fly so he could put
on a condom, Ricky looked back to see if the young guy at the rear of the train was still sleeping.
When Ricky saw his eyes were closed and he hadn’t moved an inch, Ricky removed his shoes
and socks and stepped out of his jeans. He decided to keep his jacket and shirt on, just in case.
His heart began to pound, and his testicles tightened. His chest was even heaving a little. The
train seemed to be moving faster now. They went through a tunnel and the lights went off for a
minute. By the time the lights came on, Ricky was facing Chad, sitting on his lap and straddling
his hips.
He kissed Chad on the lips and placed his palms on Chad’s shoulders. He would surely
go to hell for this half-naked stunt on a public subway. If not, he’d wind up in a New York
jailhouse for sitting on Chad’s dick. But this didn’t stop him. He spread his legs wide and arched his back. As he sat down and Chad guided the tip of his erection into his opening, he took
another quick look to the back of the train to see if the young guy was still sleeping.
The guy hadn’t moved a muscle, so Ricky lowered his body onto Chad’s erection. He
went down with care, inching Chad into his body so he’d avoid that initial stab of pain. When his
ass was against Chad’s jeans and Chad was all the way inside, he laced his fingers around Chad’s
neck and started to ride. There was no pain at all this time, which amazed Ricky. This felt
unusually good. Either he was getting used to Chad’s dick or this particular position was
extremely accommodating to his body. With each jerk and twist of the subway ride, he went up
and down faster. Chad closed his eyes and stretched his legs out. He held the bottom of Ricky’s
ass in his palms and groaned with his head tilted sideways and his lips parted.
Then they passed through another dark tunnel and the lights went out. Chad moaned a
pitch louder and Ricky rode a bounce faster. But when the lights illuminated again and Ricky
took a quick look at the other end of the train to see what the young guy was doing, Ricky’s eyes
bulged and he stopped moving.
The sleeping young guy had moved to the middle of the train. He was leaning back in a
vinyl seat with his legs stretched into the aisle. He was exposed and jacking off. He nodded at
Ricky and sent him a dangerous smile. He raised his other arm and made a fist of approval, as if
he was thanking Ricky for the entertainment. Then he bit his bottom lip and started jacking faster.
If this had been someone with a creepy face and missing teeth, Ricky probably would
have stopped what he was doing and put on his pants. But this guy was nice looking, and he
seemed harmless enough.
“What’s wrong?” Chad asked. “Why did you stop? I’m almost there.” Ricky wasn’t sure how Chad would react to the guy watching them. Ricky knew Chad
had a jealous streak and he didn’t want him going off on the guy and starting a fight. Besides, he
didn’t want to ruin this experience for Chad. So he repositioned his legs and said, “Nothing. I’m
good.” Then Ricky sent the young guy a quick smile and a nod.
Chad said, “I’m so close.” His head rocked back and forth against the seat.
After that, the faster Ricky rode the more Chad moaned. Chad started slapping Ricky’s
ass and moving his legs. So Ricky decided to spice it up a touch for both Chad and the guy who
was watching them by removing his sport jacket and his white shirt. He wrangled them from his
body and threw them over his shoulder to the subway floor. By the time Ricky was completely
naked, the young guy’s face began to contort. Ricky lifted his arms all the way up and sent the
guy a seductive glance. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, but it was too late to stop now.
The guy’s cheeks flushed and his hips bucked forward. A second after he climaxed, he fell back
against the seat with his left palm pressed to his chest.
Then Chad clutched the bottom of Ricky’s ass and inhaled. When his legs moved forward,
Ricky reached for his own erection so they could climax together. Then he tightened his
sphincter muscle and clamped down on Chad as hard as he could. Chad’s hips bucked twice and
he grabbed Ricky’s bottom hard. He dug into Ricky’s flesh with his fingers and made a face. As
Chad climaxed, Ricky closed his eyes and blasted all over Chad’s shirt.
When Ricky looked down, he frowned and said, “I made a mess.” He glanced to the rear
of the train. The young guy was still holding himself and he was watching Ricky with a sultry
half smile. He was nowhere near as attractive as Chad, but he had a sexy, bookish quality Ricky
thought was adorable. Chad slapped Ricky’s ass a couple of times. He bit his lip and said, “You’d better put
your pants on. We’re going to stop soon, and we’ve given that guy back there enough of a free
show.”
Ricky’s jaw fell. He leaned forward and whispered. “You knew he was watching us and
you didn’t say anything?”
“I’m not an idiot, Ricky,” Chad said.
“You’re not upset?” Ricky asked. “I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want you to get
upset.”
Chad shrugged. He rubbed Ricky’s ass with gentler strokes and said, “It’s kind of hot.
Some guys like to watch, some like to be watched. I know gay couples who do this sort of thing
all the time. They’ve been together for years. A lot of my clients are couples who hire me just to
watch them. You won’t hear this on
Oprah
, but it’s actually fairly common.” Then he squeezed
Ricky’s ass and said, “Just as long as this guy looks and doesn’t touch, I’m fine with it.” He
leaned forward and chewed Ricky’s nipple. “You belong to me and I don’t want anyone else
putting their hands on you. Now get up and get dressed. And don’t forget to turn all the way
around so he can see what a great ass you have. He wants to watch you get dressed.”
Chad was right. When Ricky released Chad from his body and stood up, the guy was still
watching. So Ricky turned and dressed slowly, lingering far too long with his shirt and his jacket.
When he bent down to pull up his pants, he even spread his legs, arched his back, and wiggled a
few times. But by the time he stood up and glanced over his shoulder, the young guy had
returned to the last seat in the train and his eyes were closed.
When Ricky glanced at Chad, he saw him cleaning his jacket off with paper napkins he’d
pilfered from the diner. He didn’t say anything to Chad, but he was still surprised Chad hadn’t been angry about the guy watching them. He was even more surprised he’d enjoying putting on
such a blatant show, and in a subway train of all places. Ricky was learning there were a few
things about gay relationships he hadn’t heard about on TV sitcoms or mainstream talk shows.
Chapter Eighteen
Then it was time for Ricky to go back to New Jersey. Chad walked him to the minivan
and helped him get inside. While two elderly passersby crossed in front of the van, Chad leaned
inside and kissed Ricky on the mouth. He grabbed the back of Ricky’s head and gave him a long,
wet kiss with his tongue.
Ricky felt awkward about kissing a man out in the open this way. They were on the street,
not in a dark subway train, and there were people walking about in different directions. In his
suburban town in New Jersey people would have covered their mouths with their hands and
glared at him. They would have murmured to each other and pointed. But no one in New York
even looked twice. So when a middle-aged man walking a large black dog walked by, Ricky
caressed the back of Chad’s head and kissed him on purpose just to see what would happen.
