I was in Chicago on business when one of my colleagues gave me a ticket to see the White Sox game.I am an avid baseball fan, who used to play in college, until my shoulder gave out, and that was that.Fortunately, my wife didn't join me on this trip-she hates baseball.So I decided to go to the game.The only change of clothes I had was a white t-shirt and a loose fitting pair of nylon track pants, so that's what I changed into and headed for the Red Line to the south side of town.

It being rush hour, the train was crowded.I decided it would be best to stand by the door, sideways, so that people could pass by me.About two stops into the trip, this little guy, at least little to my 6'2" frame, squeezes into the crowded train and leans against the door.He's about 5'6", wearing a tank top and a pair of loose fitting jeans, and I'm guessing he's just barely old enough to drink.This puts him about 15 years younger than my 36 years.

As the train begins to leave the station, people start getting jostled around a little, which is the point that this ride starts to get interesting.The back of this little dude's forearm brushes against the front of my pants, grazing my cock.I try not to pay too much attention to it, but my dick's got other ideas.I actually feel it waking up, if you will.Little Dude's arm grazes me again, and he half-heartedly apologizes, which I shake off, cause I just think he has nowhere else to move.The fact that my crotch is exposed to his arm is not his fault, because I'm bracing myself so that I don't fall on someone else.

My cock doesn't care what the reason is it's getting touched because it starts to fill up some more down my leg.I'm trying to think about other stuff because I don't want this dude to think I'm turned on to another guy touching my dick.So I look away from this guy.Just when I think I might be having some success in stopping my dick from growing it's full length, I feel his arm rubbing across the head of my cock, and this time it's pretty clear this is no accident!

My head is reeling at this point.I look down at this kid, but he's looking away, while he's letting his forearm have a field day on my prick-running is across the head, bumping it against the growing, near fully grown 9 1/2 inches of my meat.I'm thinking I should stop him, say something.I mean, damn, I had never had another guy touch my cock, much less not on a public crowded subway!This isn't really even another man-it's short, punk kid who's making all crazy with my cock like it's his own personal toy!

However, I can't deny how fucking hard I am, and he knows it.The train comes to another stop and he moves to let the other passengers in and out of the train-by backing his ass right up against my fully erect cock!When the train starts moving again, I can't even look at him because I am ashamed that my dick has betrayed me so bad by getting hard for this damn punk!He gets back into position and starts running forearm up and down, side to side, all around my aching prick.I'm looking away, trying to not give away my situation to anyone else, but my chest starts to heave as if this kid is going to get me off right on that train.Just as I resign myself to that fact that I'm going to blast my wad in my pants, he stops. "WHAT THE FUCK?" I think to myself.Then it dawns on me-this little bastard is going to fucking edge me!And so it goes....start, stop, on, off, back and forth.This punk kid is playing me like a fucking fiddle, and my cock is screaming for more!

We're now one stop away from the stadium. The train doors close, and this time, this little cock virtuoso stands facing the door, next to me, blocking the view of my hard drippy cock from the rest of the train. That's when he full-on grabs a hold of the hard length of my cock.And as he's pumping my cock, up and down, he finally speaks the words I will never forget:

"That's one hefty bull dick you got there.I figured a guy as hot and big as you would have a nice piece of meat, but I hit the jackpot today!Most guys I try this with don't respond, but some do.You, on the other hand, are something else.You're cock was made for milking.You're cock knows it even if you don't.That's why you have to let me do this.Me, a little punk you would probably beat the shit out of somewhere else.But I got you where you live.I got you by the stud bull cock and it rules you, and right now, I rule it. I'm gonna punk you right here.I've got you by the cock and I'm gonna milk you dry, BOY!"

That's when everything became jumbled-"bull dick", "milking", "stud cock", "punk me", "milk me dry", "BOY!""FUCK!Kid's taking over my fucking dick!He's gonna milk me!OH SHIT! OH FUCK!"And just as the train approached the station, while I was facing the door trying to muffle my groans, he did it to me-milking every single drop of jism out of my cock, my "stud cock" as he called it, completely emptying my bull balls.

And then he was gone.Lost in the crowd of baseball fans and commuters, the dude who took over my dick was gone.Thank goodness for the nylon pants, which didn't show the mess from inside.