Free Best Gay Erotica 2014 by Larry Duplechan

press sardine-style against his neighbor. In my case, it was a guy who’d just squeezed in next to me. We made eye contact and he held my gaze. There was a defiant playfulness in his face that made me look down. The contours of an erect penis strained against his pants.
    He looked like a college student: ripped jeans, fitted shirt andshaggy blond hair that wisped over his eyes—eyes so big and blue they were almost too big, almost, with big Bambi lashes softening the angular face. He had a straight nose and full pink lips. He looked like it’d been a few days since his last shave, the pale stubble framing mouth and chin. He couldn’t have been more than twenty. Too lean, young enough not to have finished filling out.
    He was short—a head shorter than me—but lean muscles rippled across his arms as he held on for balance. The T-shirt showed hard little nipples perched atop a modest pectoral shelf. A wiry trail of hair leaked out from his sleeves. The same type of hair I suddenly imagined curling around his dick and sheathing his balls. He looked down at his crotch then back at me, daring me to inspect it.
    It was big, thick and tucked along his leg, fighting the fabric of his faggy tight jeans. I smiled. He inched closer so his cock pressed into my thigh. I could have wrapped an arm around his waist. He swayed against me to the rhythm of the train. I thought about those pretty lips on my dick. It twitched.
    â€œDirty boy,” I whispered in his ear. “Cruising on the train like a little slut.”
    He tilted his chin up and whispered back “What are you going to do about it?”
    Exactly what I wanted to hear. I hooked my hands into the sides of his pelvis, firm enough to let him know who was in charge but subtle enough that no one else was likely to notice, and guided him around so I faced his back, then pulled his tight ass into my prick and let him feel the erection swell. He pressed back, dick-hungry.
    Gently, very gently, I started to hump the college boy. I tried to keep the same look of bored indifference that most other passengers wore. Nobody could tell what was going on unlessthey looked at our crotches, obscured by every other commuter standing by.
    I love to tease. A long painful buildup made the final fucking so much more satisfying than sticking it in the moment I got hard. Discipline: that’s what made it good. Rubbing up against this kid, not knowing if I’d get the chance to finish, built the sweetest agony. I dug my fingers further into his hip bones as the wanting started to hurt.
    â€œAlmost at my stop, boy. Are you getting off?”
    â€œI can follow you.”
    â€œGood.”
    We exited the train, him trailing after me like a puppy. Like a good submissive, he didn’t speak. I led us to my worksite. It was lunch for most of the crew. They sat around the site, ripping into soggy ham-on-ryes and PB&Js. I knew about half of the guys from working different jobs around town. They hollered at me and fist-bumped me as I walked by. College boy kept his distance, but the blue eyes continued to follow.
    I got to the scaffolding outside my building and started to climb. I motioned for him to join me. The boy better not be afraid of heights. We were on a seven-story building, and I had work on the fifth floor. If people noticed him scaling the restricted area, they didn’t comment. He could have been my apprentice.
    I stopped about where I’d left off yesterday and swung into the room. In a couple of months this was going to be another office building; right now it looked like slabs of concrete stacked on top of each with all the artistry of a four-year-old’s Legos. Some of the inner walls had been put in and loose electrical wiring hung erratically from the ceiling.
    The room smelled like sawdust. That floor, like everything above it, hadn’t had the front wall installed, so metal gratingand wooden beams were all that shielded us from the