Some days when I got off the commuter train I would see him, lounging in the hallway of the train station leaning against a wall. Looking like he was expecting a friend to arrive on the train. He would stare at me and I would stare back.
I knew what the stare meant. It is the look of recognition down-low brothers give each other.
On Friday I bought a banana muffin for breakfast at the train station and was turning around to go to work when I ran into him again. This time he stared directly at my crotch. “Okay, it is time to end this staring shit,” I thought.
I walked up to him. “Look man, if you want to speak to me just say something. I’m tired of this staring shit we do all week.”
So I started talking to “Tayshon” and soon got his story. He had moved to our area from Jersey City and worked a block away from me. He would cruise the cavernous train station early in the morning before work, staring down guys who had good sized dick bulges in their pants.
Tayshon is a slender, masculine acting brother.He looks like a black man with some Latino ancestry. Brown-skinned with a slightly hooked nose and thin lips. Tayshon looks like one of those black guys who usually works in the office mail room or copy center. A 30-something thug who must wear a tie and khaki pants but still tries to look street by letting his dress pants hang off his ass.
“I once met this black dude here and he took me back to the office and fucked me on his office couch,” he said, an almost dreamy look coming on his fox-shaped face as he remembered. “He had a 10.5-inch dick and condoms and lube. He fucked the shit out of me.”
“I know he is married because we work in the same building for different companies. I see his wife dropping him off in her car sometimes and kissing him.”
We exchanged phone numbers and the seduction by texting began. He bragged that he sucked a mean dick and has tight bubble ass that can take a sizable dick. He wanted me to swing by his place that night. However, I was organizing a benefit function that evening and told him even if I could come it would be late.
So he asked to see my dick so I went in a stall in the men’s room and sent him a shot of myself semi hard.
“Can your dick get hard?,” he texted back. “Because I need a hard dick to open this ass.”
So I ran back to the bathroom, stroked my dick until it was fully hard, hurriedly took a cellphone pic and sent him this shot:
In the end, I called Tayshon but we did not hook up. To be honest he weirded me out a bit, his obsession with businessmen with big dick bulges in their pants. Because if he cruised me how many others was he hitting up every day?
So if I see him again today I think we will stare as usual and I’ll probably speak. But I don’t feel like becoming another prey of the Dick Bulge Bandit.
Q: Readers, I am having a problem concealing my package and really need to get a new kind of underwear. I wear boxer briefs and they are not working. What is the best type of underwear for large dicks? Or should I try to tuck my dick in a different way to hide it?