Five Days With Hispanic Stud Miguel

I masturbated off the thought of him Monday night. He was tall, hispanic , and perfect for my late night fantasies. He was no different from the many others I've plucked from the subway platform with one exception. I saw him again.

Tuesday afternoon I was waiting for my train home when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was him. He asked if I had dropped anything. Sure enough my glove was in his hand. I said thank you .....uhm.."Miguel" he said in the sexiest tone I've heard in the history of my existence. Nothing else was said besides "thanks" and he walked away.

Later that night I pleasured with the glove he touched. It was as if he himself was touching me. The friction between my legs brought me to such a climax I was screaming between gasps.

Wednesday came and I searched for for him. He was standing behind the staircase reading the New York Press. We exchanged casual hellos as my eyes met his. The train came and we crunched ourselves into the crowded car. He stood in front and undid his leather coat. A rich, masculine smell emitted from him. I asked what was the name of his cologne. "DKNY MAN" was his replay wih a slight grin. When my stop came we said our casual goodbyes and I went to my local drugstore.

After spritzing some of the newly purchased bottle of DKNY MAN all over me, I reached over and put on that sacred glove.That night I came the hardest I ever did in my life. The images of him plunging deep inside of me made toss off my wool comforter despite the 17 degree weather outside. I went to sleep sweaty, sticky, and immensly satisfied.

By Thursday everything was out of control. The mere thought of him aroused me so that I couldn't function do anything else. And when I saw him the station that afternoon I almost came instantaneously. I had to have him. He was drinking a bottle of soda when I walked up to him. We exchanged pleasantries between his frequent, loud sips. His lips were glazed from the soda. Somehow the image of these wet lips caressing the tip of the bottle excited me so, that the inside of my mouth suddenly went dry. I started coughing. He offered me some of his soda. At first I refused but he insisted. When I put my lips to the bottle I tasted his mouth. I swallowed the sweet liquid as if I was swallowing his sweet liquid. I gave it back and he took another sip and he gave it back to me. "Kill it." he said and that I did. Up went the bottle and down went the soda. After finishing I put the bottle in my bag. On the train ride we talked of our day and how it was weird that we became "train buddies". My stop came and I bid him adieu. I had things to attend to.

In bed that night I remembered how his lips enveloped the bottle, how his tongue slightly entered the neck. Just then I reached into my bag and got the bottle. At that moment it was no longer a drinking container, it became my object of my overactive lust. First, I put the bottle to my lips like he did, then slowly I took more and more of the bootle into my mouth till I could hardly breathe. I envisioned the hard plastic in my mouth was his warm, large cock. Just then I kicked my pajamas off and plunged the bottle deep inside of me. I came the first time with the initial thrust. Each thrust after brought on wave after wave of orgasm.

On Friday, what could be the worst possible thing that could ever happen happened.. I had to stay late to finish some work for my supervisor that wasn't mine to begin with. I ran to the train station only to see our train fly into the darkness. I wept internally. Just then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see it was Miguel. He said he was worried that something may have happened. "Not yet", I said as I gazed into his eyes. The train finally came and we got on. We said nothing until my stop came and I turned to say,"C'mon."

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When we got to my place he threw off his coat and started to unbuckle his jeans. I was already out of my jacket and shoes and was also taking off my pants. I lead him to the bedroom and dropped on the bed. He fell on top of me, his hardness pushing into my abdomen. He rearranged himself then pushed himself into me. The real thing was nothing like I imagined. He was like ocean waves, crashing hard then receding. His sweat fell into my eyes blinding me temporarily and for that moment I was in paradise. His hair swept across my face as he rammed into me. He then got up and pulled my face to his crotch. I took him at first completely, then came up to lick the head. He moaned as I slid my tongue down his shaft and almost screamed when I began kissing his testicals. He started to shake and I knew his climax was near. He cried out as he came into my mouth. The warm, thick fluid filled my mouth to capacity.He fell back onto the bed panting. I got up and said, "My turn."

I got on top of him and put his mouth to the appropriate place. He slurped loudly as I groaned in ecstasy. He squeezed my nipples hard, which only enhanced the sensation. His tongue fluttered on every nerve ending. His hands, though rough, softly caresssed the sensitive areas on my body. Just then he turned me over and laid me on the bed. I looked down to see that he was ready for another reentry. This time he went in slow, gentle. He was more tending to my needs, which wasn't many because I was already on the brink of coming. I moaned so quietly for him to go faster and he answered my request. Once more he started ramming in but this time I was with him all the way. Deeper and faster he went until neither one of us could hold it any longer. I screamed out his name as he fell on me sweaty and out of breath.

He asked if this could happen again. I said perhaps. He begged for my number. I told him no. Finally after twenty minutes of badgering he left. That next week on my way to the train station I thought of what happened Friday. I shrugged it off and caught a different train home.

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