Next Stop Fernwood

Hey guys first time writing erotica EVER after reading so many stories I just had to give this a try. Thanks to Rob aka Lil Guy for the editing and spicing up the story! Also thanks to everyones kind words about giving this a try and especially to Naughty Eric for letting me use the phrase 'Diamond Hard Dick.'  so without further ado ALL ABORAD 

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Next Stop Fernwood

Sometimes living in the suburbs can suck.

Don’t get me wrong, cheaper rent, nicer apartment and a better gym is great and all but sometimes one gets to thinking what tradeoffs I made.

Namely, when it comes to finding men.

Allow me to introduce myself my name is Kareem Jacobs I’m 29, African American and I currently work downtown in a decent corporate job. I grew up in the suburbs when my parents, both teachers, got good paying jobs in a suburban school district. So, at the age of 9 we moved out of the old neighborhood. I would go back and visit from time to time and had hoped after college to move back. However, as they say you can’t really go home again so after 7 and a half years of living in crappy apartments and crazier roommates, my recent promotion at work afforded me a chance to move out on my own so I chose Fernwood.

Fernwood is one of those suburban towns that’s about a 35-minute train ride from the city. You know the classic far away from the city but close enough that if I needed to scratch the city itch, I could walk to the station and be back at my old haunts in no time.

A new development had opened nearby with the amenities I mentioned above, and it turns out it was pretty good place. I realized that I could exercise in peace and quiet, the layout was perfect for a one bedroom, and I liked my neighbors, mostly a mix of singles around my age, young families and a few empty nesters. Not exactly the crowd I was used to, but we liked each other.

However, there wasn’t another single gay man in my building apart from me.

Hence my dilemma.

Oh, there were men I could choose from, but they all came from basically three categories. First there were the college boys. Cute, but immature and reminded me of my misspent youth sleeping around with whatever moved, that group also included some straight guys in their “experimental stage.” Next were the older closeted types, some single but mostly married and you’re on their time more than anything else and that shit gets tired real quick. Finally, there were the domesticated gay couples who want to add a little spice to their otherwise mundane sex life. You know the deal; a fetish here, a kink there, ‘can you host? Little Terry is off to Ballet or Sally is at Softball with Brad and ‘I just need to feel a different cock in my ass right now.’ Two hours later the next opportunity would present itself when ‘Brad’ asked the EXACT Same thing.

So, the siren call of the city would beckon, especially on Friday’s when the weekend is running on all full cylinders and my libido kicked into turbo. My job let us work from home on Monday or Friday, I Chose the latter to give me a head start into the night’s adventure. Freshly showered and ready to dive into a little bit of trouble. Tonight, was a friend’s birthday party on her rooftop back in the old neighborhood. I kept it simple with a black T-shirt, some grey slacks and sneakers, and a pair of dark blue Calvin Klein briefs. I wasn’t expecting to get lucky so I figured why waste a jockstrap. I saved those for my REAL Friday night exploits. 

It was a nice May evening as I got on the train into the city. The one thing about the trains is that it is prime fodder for people-watching (I love people watching!). There was a family off to the theatre, a few couples on date night, and a bunch of college kids ready for some club action. I’m sure they knew all the spots where a fake ID did’t get a second look (just like I used to back in the day). All in all, a fairly boring crowd, but one guy who stood out from the crowd and got my attention. He was about my height, (5’11) and around may age but you’d be forgiven to think he was in college yet with a slightly more rugged look.

His olive skin, brown eyes and curly black hair made it hard for me to take my eyes off him. His slim build had some nice muscle tone to it. Damn, he was pretty sight in a pair of khakis that hugged his little round butt and a button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone under his slightly loosened tie. His demeanor kinda reminded me of my dad’s after a long day of teaching High School Chemistry classes back in the day. The day was done and it was time to kick-back and enjoy the fruits of his labor.

Despite the tired and seemingly resigned look on his chiseled face, there was a sexiness about him. I imagined myself walking up to him and starting a conversation, maybe I’d invite him to the party and see where the night took us, but alas, I ain’t that bold and chickened out letting the opportunity pass me by. The ride was uneventful and soon the train arrived in the city, and I waxed nostalgic about my time here on the subway to the old neighborhood.  

I arrived at the party with a couple bottles of wine and soon the party was bumping along. I saw some old friends who greeted me like I had disappeared off the edge of the world “Guys I live in Fernwood not Lawrence Kansas for Christ’s sake!” I exclaimed to my incredulous friends, it’s really not that bad.

“We took bets that you’d be back in six months” Jackie said.

“I bet nine” Said Ty’rell.

“We’ll I’m at 18 months now assholes” I boasted. “So, who wins?”

“Me!!” Duffy exclaimed. I should’ve’ known! Of course, the birthday girl and my longest friend would take the long odds.

“Listen, we went through a LOT of crappy-ass dumps before we landed on our slices of heaven. I was just more patient than Kareem here. However, Kareem you’re always welcome to crash here. I miss us tearing up the town.”

Now the thought had crossed my mind but my days of crashing at my friend’s place after a wild night were hopefully over. As the party wore on, I became aware of the time, so I said my goodbyes and headed down from the roof admiring the glittering skyline that bewitched me in my not-too-distant youth. Maybe I’ll buy a place like Duffy did in the old neighborhood but until then it was back to Fernwood.

The 11:18 to train isn’t the last train back but rather the 3rd from last and I’ve learned that you should NEVER get the last one back. You either get an Uber home or you take up Duffy’s offer of crashing on her couch. One advantage to the apartment is that it’s closest to the front of the train and it’s the first car that’s always empty.

“This is the 11:18 Local train to Cedar Vale making stops at 79th Street/Austin Park, 140th Street/University Heights, Mapleton, Mapleton Ave, Hoffman Park, Brightonville, Bedford Crossing, Myerstown, Piedmont Hills, Fernwood, Crown Falls, Stoneridge Heights, Lexington Junction, Bernardsville, Mendham, Randolph and Cedar Vale!” The Conductor droned on the PA system. Usually, he sat in the 3rd car of the train of 8. Since most passengers were in the back he’d make one sweep at the beginning of the ride, but otherwise it was a mostly quiet ride.

Tonight, I have a few smart travelers sitting with me, most of us alert but ready to end the day and hit the bed. Most usually got off at 79th and the remainder at 140th. I closed my eyes to take a quick nap while listening to some music when the train left Central Station.

“Hof’man Park NEXT!” Screamed the conductor on the PA waking me earlier than expected. I groggily looked around to discover that I wasn’t exactly alone. He sat a few rows away facing me in one of those seats for groups of 4 our more… they were usually packed tight with college kids heading the other way. There was something familiar about him. It took me a second to place him but then it hit me, it was the guy I saw on the platform in my way into the city. I was surprised to have company this late, and pleasantly surprised that it was him. He must’ve boarded when I did or hopped on while I slept. The loosened tie and unbuttoned shirt had been ditched for a graphic tee of sorts and the expression on his face was more relaxed now, like he left the office behind.

As the train approached the next stop, I stole a glance and noticed his eyes were closed but his nostrils flared. I knew that look! He was taking advantage of the near-empty car… yeah, that’s what I mean, he was clearly jerking off.

If there was ever going to be a chance for me to make up for my earlier missed opportunity, this was it. ‘Huh’ I thought, two could play at that game. I did a quick scan to make sure were truly alone then I did something that was totally not like me. Like I said before I’m not that bold, but I took a deep breath and went for it as I began to loosen my belt and dig into my slacks and blue Calvin’s for my dick. I began to slowly stroke my 8.5-inch member, a damn nice one if I do say so myself. Long, thick, and prone to get ‘diamond hard,’ or so I’ve been told more than once while my sex I was impaled deep inside a hot, tight willing hole.

After a few strokes I lock eyes with my fellow masturbatory companion, he responds with a mischievous grin and a nod. The change in mood emboldened me and I stood up and walked over to him, my 8 and half inches proudly leading the way. He was wearing the same slacks and his 7.5 incher was bursting out and already glistening pre-cum.

“Care to make a little room” I asked. 

The stranger wordlessly scooted over and continued. He didn’t seem to flinch; it was clear he’d done this before. So, hey when in Rome…

“Br’ghton-Ville NEXT!!” blared the conductor over the PA again.  

By then our pants were around our ankles, and we were both gently stroking our own cocks until the stranger broke silence by saying “Can I touch it?”

I didn’t say a word, I just lifted my hips a little in reply. He took the bait.  

He took his right hand and began to stroke me while still working on his. A slight moan escaped from deep inside me, hell… it took me a minute to figure out that it was me making the noise! It had been a minute since I let a man touch me down there, and it was nice to just let someone else take control. I let my head fall back and gave into the pleasure.

My eyes were closed and my head was reeling with pleasure when he swallowed all 8.5-inches in one fell swoop. I gasped in surprise, that had only happened a couple of times before. I mean seriously, I was a big boy if you know what I mean; his skills were VERY impressive.

“Let’s get more comfortable” I said lowering my CK’s as low as they would go and moving next to the window. Taking advantage of the 3-seat arrangement, I lifted my legs off the floor and stretched them out, he didn’t need an engraved invitation.  He proceeded to greedily take my cock back into his warm, wet, sloppy orifice. The sensations were mind blowing as he between sucking and jerking making my legs shudder. The feeling was otherworldly as his mouth expertly worked my manhood on a public train where anyone could walk in on us… it was one of the wildest things I had ever done. I so was not ready for it to end so I fought the release with every fiber of my being.

“Switch” I growled at him trying to prolong the inevitable, and he complied almost immediately. His simple black briefs we still at his ankles which was probably for the best since there was no way they would be able to contain his leaking member. It was long and skinny compared to mine but an impeccable specimen in its own right. It hit the back of my throat and I did my best to resist the gag reflex. I played with his balls, massaging, and squeezing them lightly, he let out a slight yelp. I looked up and he whispered “keep going” so I did. I was getting more adventurous as my lust took control, so I took my free hand and began to search for his backside and most importantly his hole.

“BEDFRD CROSSIN’” The conductor screamed.

 

Soon I was poking into his backside. His hole was tight and resisted my efforts at first but after a swift moan from its owner’s mouth, permission to enter was granted. I pushed deeper into his hole and it clenched me even tighter when I added a second finger. I decided to be bold and took both fingers out to taste his insides. Something I had never done before but it was a night of firsts, right? Damn his ass tasted of pure lust and excitement. It was right there and then I knew my cock was going in there.

As if he could read my thoughts, he stood up and moved to give me better access to his ass. Neither of us carried lube so I was left to my own resources. I spat a thick wad of spit into his pink hole and guided my diamond hard dick inside.

My sexy co-conspirator grunted at the arrival of my hefty cock inside his pink pleasure cave as he held onto the luggage rack with one hand, bouncing up and down with great relish and moaning like an animal in heat. He continued stroking his semi-hard member with his free hand whilst being fucked by me. He finally gave up and held onto the rack with both hands as my thrusts got harder and rougher.

The train clicked and clacked its way out to the suburbs. “MYERSTOWN” announced the conductor. I knew we only had a few minutes left so I changed positions and entered him from behind. He shuddered in excitement as I guided my cock back in.

“Breed me stud, wreck my insides,” he hissed as he pushed back on my diamond hard cock begging for more.

“With Pleasure” I growled.

He let go of the rack and gripped the top of the seat as I thrusted my dick faster into him matching his moans of pure ecstasy. Cuss words flowed freely from both our mouths as I realized I was getting closer to the ejection zone. I slowed down for a few strokes to catch my breath just as Piedmont Hills came up. Luckily, the platform was too short so the doors wouldn’t open but the conductor occasionally came to check “get down” I hissed to my companion as the train slowed to a stop hoping we wouldn’t get caught. After a few moments it became clear he wasn’t coming. “The next stop is mine” I said, “I think I can make it.”

“Well, finish what you started stud,” he growled as he once again pushed back against me.

“FERNWOOD NEXT, NEXT STOP FERNWOOD!” blared the conductor.

 

I knew it was now or never so we resumed the previous position and I pumped my dick in and out as hard and as fast as I could. His screams echoed through the car to the point where I swear the operator could hear us, but honestly, I didn’t care anymore. I was in full and inescapable heat. It was at that point I gasped then announced with commitment, “IM CUMMING!” I burst what felt like a week’s worth of Cum inside his tight pucker, enough to leave his gaping hole leaking for days.

“That was so... so fucking…” I started to say as I grasped for my words.

“FERNWOOD” the conductor interrupted. Realizing we were out of time I finally detached myself from him, pulled my underwear and slacks up and he did the same. 

 It was a miracle we made it out onto the platform when we did. As we left, we walked past the operator who surprised me with a ‘good night.’ I responded in kind and he winked at both of us as the train pulled away.

I looked at my surprise encounter and said, “I guess he saw a little bit more than he expected?” As we walked away from the platform and through the parking lot.

“Ehhh, it’s not the first time. He knows me” The stranger replied.

“Seriously?”

“What?! You’re not the first person I’ve done on the train, but you were definitely among the loudest I’ve had.” He replied with a devilish grin, “and the hottest.”

 “I don’t know if I should be embarrassed or flattered” I replied as my face turned red.

“Hey, we live in the burbs we gotta take our fucks where we can. Names Craig by the way, you live nearby?”

“Kareem, and yes I do, you got some ideas?”

“I wouldn’t mind a few more rounds with that dick of yours.” Craig responded.

My dick twitched with excitement of the idea, after all he was right gotta get ‘em when you can.

“I think I’m ready for another. Think you can keep up?”

“Definitely” 

I guess the suburbs don’t suck after all.

THE END