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A young man or Boy; 19 years old and living through a cramped hell on a train just barely leaving Utah.
It’s destination; New York City.
Hiss reason: A broken heart and no other reason to give an actual reasonable stay here anymore.
Not wanting to deal with the fakeness of it all.
The pseudo-happy couples.
The ugly featureless suburbs with overpriced food joints that serve mediocre tastes.
The Mormons and their repeated hypocrisy of tolerance, claiming to tolerate all yet bashing the poor.
‘Her’, a South American who stole his heart and never gave it back which drove him nearly suicidal.
‘Never again.’ The boy thought as he surveyed the mountainous landscape of snow and rock. The mystery that hides behind the Rockies is there, simmering an allure of promise that will certainly reaffirm his right to life.
The train sloshes side to side. Vibrations of steel meeting steel reverberates through the air as the noise is polluted with all matters of incontinent sounds of machines and people.
Preemptive was his move, he warned nobody about the expedition and already his phone is blowing up the very moment a bleak signal comes back to life.
“What Happened?”
“Where are you?”
So on and so on.
He snaps the phone off the moment he sees ‘her’ message, recognizing the name but never bothering to read it, a tear escapes his eye but he is too tired to cry.
He closes eyes, ignores the outer commotion and lets the 2 doses of sleeping aids kick him into unconsciousness.
He never wanted to be back here ever again.
His history is done here and all reasons to return have evaporated days prior.
Blood is pumping, the noises become dulled. There is a tug in the mind and without hesitation he falls into it.
He slept for the entire journey until Chicago.
Chicago was uneventful, just waiting for hours until the next train arrived.
The rest of the journey was uneventful. The horizon showed a winter landscape carved by both man and god. Buildings and nature contrasting one another under the snowy white canvas.
The train was somewhat cold and the boy struggled to keep warm. He ate some edibles and downed it with a miniature bottle of whiskey. The world began to swirl into a mind melting buzz of a thc induced illusion and the numbing effect of strong liquor.
The train buckled istanbul travesti again, waking some child in the cargo train. The kid wailed and moans of annoyance can be heard through the place.
The Boy wasn’t bothered by it, he simply looked inward and let the voice from the other side of the mirror begin to speak its spell on him. He drifted hyperactive through countless possibilities;illogical and logical. Euphoria stung at him like a junkie being stabbed by a heroin wasp.
He imagined many things and his body felt them like they were real.
He kept seeing and imagining until a familiar broad face of a middle aged blonde man appeared.
It was his former coach from high school past, who was really fit into shape, one with pecs that poke out through his shirt and massive hands that hugged his hips that hovered over his tanned muscular legs.
He always wore really tight red short shorts.
The young man remembered how most of the guys both made fun of it and appreciated how well sculpted his ass was. They always remarked how they would go gay for him.
Gay.
Gay.
The young man felt a sensation arise from his sweats. His cock began to stiffen and go hard. He remembered the gym coach grabbing him up after he fell one day. Those sweet yet strong hands on his soft feeble body.
He imagined those same hands rubbing him all over. The young man emulated this by rubbing his hands all over himself, the sensation brought a pleasure unlike any other, a submissive pleasure that brought his cock to life. It began to leak and the very moment he remembered that one day he caught a glimpse of the coach’s massive cock he could’ve sworn his very own asshole began to moisten itself up for entry!
‘Fuck.’ His mind muttered as he imagined a fictional scenario; where his coach fucked him like a little girl into the gyms shower room.
The showers are all on and steam has taken over the room. They are both butt naked in the middle of the room making out. The boy is laying sideways with his ass pointed towards the coach and his own cock laying motionless on the ground.
The boy hurried and got up towards the bathroom. He partially stripped himself down where his pants were hanging below the knees and his shirt hanging loosely like a cape around his neck.
One hand was stroking himself and the other was feeling himself all over.
In his mind, he conjured every intricate detail of what that cock might feel like inside his asshole.
Using one finger, lubbing istanbul travestileri it up with spit he gently shoves it up into his asshole.
The coach grabs him and pulls his ass first into his cock. A moan escapes the boy’s lips.
The boy spun his own finger around inside of him. Distinct fleshy sounds can be heard as faint moans escape from his quivering mouth.
He stretches his legs to the side, he begins to play with both cock and asshole.
He felt small yet sharp pains in his ass with tingles of sexual pleasure shocking its way through his intoxicated state.
The imaginary coach is now pumping him with all 9 inches coming in and out with loud meat slapping noises. The image alone makes him remember the porn he used to watch.
“Fuck my pussy!” All the porn girls scream.
‘Pussy’? The boy thought.
He paused.
Contemplating with what little sobriety he had of the things happening now, his sudden urge to be fucked and now in some cramped bathroom fingerings his own ‘pussy’.
‘Am I playing with my own pussy?’ The boy thought when examining himself in the mirror.
The mirror showed a fit-slender body white male with tight abs and thick legs from his soccer years.
He turned around and saw with appreciation for the first time his well rounded firm booty. He always called a great nice fuckable ass ‘booty’ and he just called himself fuckable.
Facing the toilet he bends forward with cock pointing towards the opening. Reaching back he shoves four of his fingers into his pussy with his free hand.
He jerks his cock and fingers himself. Imagining the coach fucking his pussy in the shower doggystyle.
The fingers found something, it felt like the shape of a walnut.
Feeling it sent waves of uncontrollable sexual pleasure throughout his bottom, his ass cheeks vibrated with ecstasy for each time the walnut was touched.
“Ooooh Fuuuuhhhhk!” He moans out loud uncontrollably, forcing him to jerk his now excited cock even quicker and for every time her Jersey he played with the nut inside his pussy even faster which sent his imaginary of the coach’s fuck him even rougher.
Sharp electrical pulses of sexy flavor travel everywhere in his body. He felt his hair being grabbed by the imaginary coach, his long black hair that contemplated his sharp blue so perfectly.
He never had long hair but he knew at that moment it would be very ideal to have which further fueled his sex fueled mania of drive as his legs began to temple travesti istanbul and convulsve into submissive sissy feeling form.
He moaned and utter more ‘fucks’ from his pink lipped mouth. His hips shaked and buckled into the air. The imaginary coach through heavy breaths says “Fuck! I’m gonna cum into your pussy girl! Aggghh!” The coach slams one of the hardest last thrusts into him which sends the last thrust of the fingers and a final stroke sends the bubbling eruption of cum straight into the toilet seat.
“Aaagggghhh!” He yelled as he collapsed into the ground with his penise still shooting weak streams of cum all over his body.
His mind goes numb and knocking can be heard at the door.
His shake side from side and his imaginary coach kisses him in the shower.
The knocks grow louder, an officials voice says something about forced entry.
The boy despite his intoxicated and post-sexually crazed state yelled a quick reason for them to go away.
“CONSTIPATED!”
“Oh….”
“We got some laxatives if you need them right now. We’re just making sure you’re still alive.”
The boy replied.
“I’m alive, gimme a second!”
The boy cleans the cum of his body and thoroughly washes both of his hands. He flushes the toilet and heads out to see concerned faces. After a brief discussion and a thing of laxatives added to his inventory the Boy starts to retreat towards his seat before one of the male operators asks him what his name was.
“Adam. My name is Adam.”
“Will Adam be careful and handle your ‘shits’ better next time okay?”
Feeling flirty, Adam winks at the operator with a ‘will-do’ motion before retreating to his seat.
Sitting down, Adam was content with what just happened. The painful memories of ‘Her’ faded so quickly and as a matter of fact struggled to even reshape itself in his head.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we are just one more day from arriving in New York City. If you would ple-“
Adam put on his earbuds and listened to his audiobook with a smile on his face.
He decided then and there that he would be open to dating men but only as one of two options. He knew that he would find love again very soon and for that alone his confidence was enough to move entire mountains.
He surveyed the outside one more time; the snowy forests of Appalachia were spread throughout a hilly landscape of clean cut through cliffs of gray stone that presented its million years secrets to mankind and brief movements of wild critters scurrying about can be seen very rarely.
Adam appreciated the sight and the heaviness of his eyes weighed his sight down. His body was gravely soar and he still felt a weird dirty sensation in his bottom area. He smiled one more time and a fatigue induced sleep took over.
More coming later!