A True Story
By Keith Boykin, in sexuality
Thursday, August 14 2003, 11:36AM
I am sitting on the number 2 train early Tuesday evening, on my way from Harlem to Times Square. The train is almost empty, but I notice a young black man at the other end of the subway car with baggy jeans, XXXL Mecca shirt and corn rows. He is shaking his legs wildly back and forth. I close my eyes to rest.
A few moments later, I wake up and the young man is sitting directly in front of me. He is still fanning his legs, but he appears to be doing so with a practiced nervousness. What is going on here?
The train has picked up a few more passengers during my brief slumber. I try to avoid direct eye contact with the young man as I scan his clothing from the boots on his feet to the chain on his neck. Then I notice his face.
He is young, somewhat attractive, but not my type. His attire is too baggy for me to determine the shape of his body. He is staring into space directly to the left of me. There is no one sitting there. He continues shaking his legs.
I ignore him for a minute, then look back up. His eyes avert and return to the empty pocket of space that has occupied him. I scan over him again, this time moving downward from head to toe. I stop in his lap.
My eyes are not ready for what I see. The man is still shaking his legs, back and forth, back and forth. I am more amused than annoyed, but I want to grab him and tell him to stop it.
He cups his hands inside his long jersey as it drapes over his lap. My eyes follow his hands. His right hand escapes the darkness and flees to his left pant leg. I am stunned by what he does, but I am compelled to look.
Still staring at the empty space beside me, the young man grabs his leg, but I notice he is not just grabbing his leg. A thick long pipe of flesh has grown from his waist. He is fondling the pipe as he shakes his legs.
We have just arrived at 72nd Street and the train is filling up. We have one more stop to Times Square. My eyes widen with disbelief. I have heard about these incidents before, but I have never watched one unfold in front of me. And here I am being entertained by this brotha who is performing a show for my amusement.
He is still looking away from me, but he knows I am staring. I think he mistakes my shock for interest, but I will not disabuse him of that notion during the show. I let him continue, and I watch with mouth agape.
Just then, the impossible happens. This already huge pipe of flesh grows even larger and longer. I am amazed. I'm guessing 12 or 13 inches. Could this be real? He knows I am entertained.
Someone sits next to me. The young man moves his eyes to a new point. He stops for a moment and our eyes catch. I cover my mouth to conceal my smile. I am not smiling to entice him. I am ready to laugh my ass off. His dick shakes erotically with the movement of his flailing legs. The train moves on to 42nd Street.
I can't take it anymore. I cannot look but I cannot not look. I stare, and then finally I chuckle. I chuckle at this young man for his show and I chuckle at myself for watching. I chuckle quietly with my hand over my mouth.
He looks over at me again. We trade brief smiles. His eyes point me in the direction of his penis. I can see the huge outline shaped in his jeans. I am trying everything in my power to control my amusement. I look away.
A passenger looks at me, but no one seems to notice the young man. He has many skills, including the ability to perform a virtual lap dance in the middle of a crowded train. No one notices. Finally, I burst.
I laugh uncontrollably. I can't believe this is happening. He looks away. Everyone on the train looks at me for a moment. Then they look away. I must be crazy, they think to themselves. I'm not talking to anyone. I'm not reading a book or a magazine. I'm not listening to headphones. I'm just laughing.
They don't know what I know. They don't see what I see. I force myself to stop laughing shortly before the train arrives at my stop.
"This is 42nd Street, Times Square," the automated female voice says. The automated male voice chimes in: "Transfer is available to the 1, 9, A, C, E and F trains. Transfer is also available to the shuttle to Grand Central."
I take a deep breath, stand up and walk toward the door. I don't want to look back but I know I must. It is customary to get one last glance in this situation. The young man is still sitting there, knocking his knees together, but this time he has found a new focal point. He is staring at me, his head cocked up in my direction.
He smiles and gives me his "I know you want some" look. I smile back, turn away, and walk out the door.
Comments conceal
kola Boof
August 14 2003, 12:07PM
Keith, I loved reading this because it brought back so many memories.
This same type of incident has happened to me so many times that I can't count. But not in about 5 years.
Why do men like to "sneak" and show complete strangers their dicks?
Better yet. Why even show it. It's the not knowing what he's got that makes it mysterious and fun. But they always either want to show it--or force you to put your hand on it through their pants.
Thanks for putting a smile on my face this morning. I had forgotten that I used to be young. "Naturally" young that is.
bustaboy923
August 14 2003, 12:18PM
That was too funny!!! I've had similar situations with the fanning legs happen to me as well...poor baby bois... :-)
kevinrscott
August 14 2003, 12:35PM
this was such a needed break from my grueling work. i can actually see this happening. i haven't heard of many incidents like this lately. i guess i need to start riding the 2 train.
Doug Cooper
August 14 2003, 12:53PM
Very erotic! There's something about the 'sneaking around' that stills excites me, even at my age!
Also, loved the sparse, descriptive style of your prose. It added to the eroticism.
Next time, get his number!!!!
Doug Cooper
Jay-T
August 14 2003, 1:38PM
I knew where you were going with this in your first paragraph. LOL!!!!!!!! I've had this to happen to me so much it's not funny. I guess now days you can pick up on someone almost anywhere.
WSP
August 14 2003, 3:21PM
Thanks for sharing your story. I live in California and I'm tempted to drop everything and catch the next flight out to NYC to ride the #2 train. I appreciate you pausing from the 'woes of our society' to share this experience.
Wil
Imparadised
August 14 2003, 3:24PM
Great story, Keith. I could identify with the experience of sheer exuberance you must have felt. I, too, was on the 2 train and a similiar incident happened to me about a month ago.
I was coming home from a dance club around 3 A.M. and I entered the Christopher Street-Sheridan Square Subway station heading uptown. I got on the train and I sat on an empty subway bench. To the right of me sitting on a bench to the other side was a tall, dark-skinned Dominician/Puerto Rican-looking hispanic dude in baggy jeans, a red Sixers jersey and an easily identifiable silver hoop necklace with rainbow colored beads adorned around his neck, drapped over his jersey. It was odd watching this dude with a rainbow necklace on because it totally didn't fit the image. Here was this guy all grimey and totally "thugged-out" with some rainbow beads around his neck. As we were both riding on the train, I guess he picked up some vibes from me and liked what he saw. He begins staring at me -- not directly, at first, but in short, subtle, occassional ways. I would look over at him with his legs spread far apart and then look away and at my dimmed reflection in the other side of the subway window. When he sensed my eyes were off his body, his began to peruse mine, staring at my face and my lap. We shot glances back and forth at each other, our eyes never meeting, the subway car rattling its way uptown with the automated sounds of doors opening and closing at each stop. Our gaze session continued quietly for few stops until finally he turned his back to me and began staring at me in the window on his side of the car. His deep brown eyes haunted me from his side of the subway lens never letting up until I finally decided to acknoledge that he was eyeing me. We finally ended the game of glances and began to speak. He asked me "where are you going to?" I said, "Washington Heights."
"Damn, that's far," he responded back.
The train had reached 59th Street-Columbus Circle and it was time for me to make my transfer to the A, so I had to leave. Could've been more conversation, but I left it at that. He continued looking at me as I got off the train.
Mark
August 15 2003, 2:21AM
Keith:
I knew there was something about New York that I missed!!!!!!
Out here in L.A., I presume the objects of my "projection" play with themselves in their cars at the stop light. Not the same at all. LOL.
Cruiser
August 15 2003, 9:23AM
In words of the great musician Lauren Hill:
Every ghetto, Every city, and suburban place I've been, make me recall my days in the New Jerusalem
You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got Looking Back, Looking back ...
...A beef patty and some coco bread... LOL!
Dear Keith:
You've never, ever experienced that before? The subway systems in every city is known for its antics. Obviously, the plethora of chances have yet to present themselves to you because that's not your focus, but it's there.
I would've paid money to see you laughing. Thanx for kicking off my weekend with a jolt of homo-humor!
Peace...
ZZZZZZZ
August 15 2003, 1:26PM
Based on a true story.............
Jazzbro1
August 15 2003, 1:42PM
"THIS IS MADNESS!"-- The Last Poets
Yesterday, August 14, 2003, NYC , the surrounding East Coast and parts North & East experienced an all-out, major, somebody-please-call-911 BLACK OUT!
You want one story in 8 million stories from a baking Naked City? Well , I've got one for yo asses:
Picture this: It's 91 degrees & the humidity is kicking like Van Damme! It's just another of those raggedy heat-drenched dog days of summer. It's 4:15, and you're about stagger homeward to board a train to whisk you away from the heat, crowds & monotony of the city. You notice the traffic seems unusually heavy, even by NYC terms. You're waiting form the light to change, & the wait seems endless. Your mind questions: "What's Going On?"
Suddenly, the heat, frustration, the crowd's impatience & a feeling of lethargy leads you into the nearest bar for a quick refreshing wet one. You can already feel the brisk refrigerated air greet your skin, as you amble to the barkeep and say, " A cool Heineken, please. Draft if you've got it on tap."
But as soon as you enter, it's a darkened mini-chaos. The lights, gone, that cool air is non-existent, in fact it seems a little too warm. You notice, it's noiser, not bar-friendly banter, but one of composed panic (can there be such a thing?) as people are swarming to & fro. You don't see faces clearly, more silhouettes & shadows... Hmmmm...
Little do you know, it's the start of a BLACK-OUT!!!!
You hear it in the air; comes in a careless whisper, "Damn! My cell's gone dead!" Another voice pipes in, "Dude, I think this whole city's gone dead!"
It hits you like a kick to the stomach. Something's terribly WRONG here. Forget the beer! The only thing you want is to get the hell out of there. You want to go home. You want yo mama! You want to be someplace safe, comfortable, familiar. You don't want to deal with this drama & shit, don't even wanna hear another whisper of "terrorist!" Dammit! You want yo mama!
The trains are stalled. GCS isn't even a crawl, it's a crowded standstill. You remind yourself, you have friends nearby, and surely they will put you up for the evening.
When you arrive, it's as hot, stifling as the streets you've just escaped. But damn it's good to see a friendly face (even if it ain't yo mama's!).
You stay up all night, drinking warm beer (not even Heineken-- but you don't care!), and talking about the end of the world. But somehow you *know*, it isn't the end, only a snafu in technology.
It could've been far worse. You could be stranded on a heated subway, one of thousands underground prisoners of heat, combustion, rising-tempers in the all-encompassing darkness. Or worse still: stuck in a crowded elevator, temps rising, claustophobia taking hold, breathing is difficult & unaware of what the problem is, or when it will be solved.
You're lucky. You're here with a well-loved face, drinking warm grog & making up science fiction stories to ease the boredom.
Well, some 12 HOURS later, the lights have returned, the power is back, in many, but still not all areas. You can sit in the cool climate-controlled room, A/C on "siesta" & remember, the night before, a night of deep darkness, a night of deep-seated discomfort, continuous sweat, no trains, no lights, no TV, no computer, no music. Only candles & this initimate solitude with a friend.
So, you won't moan & bitch too loudly. Remember how you once complained you had no shoes, until you met a man who had no feet..?
Peace & (electric) Power to all
Jazzbro
jRosser
August 16 2003, 5:03PM
That was 'your' true story I'm sure. But it would have been more appropriately titled, A Fag's Life. Come on, you knew when you first laid eyes on that subway freak that he was play with himself in public. And you knew it was a turn-on to you. When heterosexuals start noticing men in general, they're in the early stages of curiosity that lead to Fagdom. And as for your fellow faggot friends who have shared experience, I guess it is common to male who make sizing up male a favorite past-time. Don't get it twisted, you people are SICK and 'disgusting'. I'm sure your culture is proud of Michaelangelo's stature of David as 'every man'. I don't have to remind you to, 'remember the Romans', beacuse I'm sure you don't give a damn long as you and your kind have each other.
And oh by the way, I ended up here in your domain looking for the questionaire from Morehouse College regarding the treatment of fags at that institution. So where is it?
Have a happy life
jRosser
Las Vegas
nloco
August 18 2003, 2:25PM
Damn, now that is so NYC. But try this one. I was flying back from LA last week, and this boy that was sitting next to me gave me a handfull and an eyefull that I didn't even feel the five hour flight.
It was the first time that something like that has happened to me on a plane, bit I must admit it was the most exciting and scariest thing I have ever experienced in any public place. To top it all off, the boy was FINE. I mean, I was happy to see that he was sitting next to me when I came down the aisle. Cause you know sometimes you are not in the mood to be sitting next to some strangers for a 5 hour flight.
I think I will keep what went on on that plane between the two of us, but let me just tell you that it was more than what went on on the 2 train with you B. I should be ashamed....lol NOT
bobby e.
August 24 2003, 10:30PM
I hate to sound like a prude on this one, but I confess that I was more turned off by this situation than most. Sure, I am a red-blooded gay man who admires the male anatomy as much as others, but in the appropriate venue and situations. I am not going to tell you that I too would not have been intrigued and not stolen a glance or two just as Keith did, but in the end I know that I would have seen him as more nasty than sexy. You see, he is the very person who will then get up and rub the very same pole that you/I have to touch to get off of the train. He is the very reason why we are told to wash our hands time and time again. Sexual interludes can be and are often sexy and very much a part of our experience, but in this day and age when statistics say that folks (gay and straight) are already living too far out there, I hope that this is not the only way we can get our kicks on the train.
Frank Eggers
August 29 2003, 9:09AM
Your story reminds me of what happened to me in the showers of the Minneapolis YMCA about 1975.
I had used the indoor track to run a few miles, (there was ice & snow on the ground, otherwise I'd have run outside) then took a shower. The shower room had about 8 showers in it. Directly across from me was a young black guy, probably about 15 years old, and quite attractive. He was obviously after me, a GWM 37 years old. He was VERY well endowed and had an erection. He kept staring at me, trying to attract my attention. I intentionally ignored him to the best of my ability, partly for fear that if I didn't, my interest could become visibly obvious, and partly because he was obviously too young. When I turned my back to him, he walked over to the swimming pool door which was very close to me, opened it slightly, presumably to look at the pool, but the real reason was to look at me and see whether I had turned my back on him to conceal a reaction. I managed to direct my thought to other matters to prevent a reaction. When I left the shower to get dry, he followed me. He also followed me to my locker and watched me get dressed. All this time, I was careful never to look in his direction, buy my peripheral vision was adequate to know exactly what was happening.
The whole episode made me feel very uncomfortable. I learned how it is possible for someone to get into trouble with an under-age kid. Of course I wondered many times what it would have been like if I had picked him up, but I know that I did the right thing.
It amazed me that a kid would be so obvious in a shower room with several other men in it. They must all have been totally aware of what was happening, but chose to pretend to see nothing. I don't know what else they could have done.
Felix
September 3 2003, 12:01AM
Keith you and your site are becoming low class. I at one time held you in high regaurd, however after reading this and some of your post, that is no longer the case. Really if I wanted to hear such tales I would go to the other gay websites. You are so much better then this.
TheDivine02
September 7 2003, 10:43PM
This was an interesting story. Why do things like that not happen to me? I've seen some stuff in my day though. I've seen people have all out sex in an inflatable basketballl court on my college campus. Many have masturbated or had sex in the grove on campus. But that's about it.
Jesus,Torres
November 6 2004, 1:28AM
I am Jesus,Torres
Iam proud to be Puerto Rican. I never had this happen to me. I Live in Florida. I am Use to being with Puerto Ricns and latinos. I go to God-N-Haven Chruch. The choir leader is black. She brigns in Gospel Music and tryes to make the choir and the people sing black Gospel. I am not big on blak Gospel. I told this black person off. Now i was wrogn .I felt put down by thsi balck Choir Diredtor and it wa slike she sad i don;t care who you are your doign it this way i felt put down. It does not fell Good when you know you are pueto Rican and some one black tells you this is the way it has to be and this is the music you have to sign. I am big on latino music and love to dacne and i am not sayign all black peopel are bad beuse they are not. I am saying it's not right for them to act like they are the only ones on earth and for them to act liek they are mean. I never did get along to well with black people. I am proud to say i am puerto Rican and love my back around. I just say lets nto forget who we are and love one another and nto judge one another.
I am from New York the Big apple.
Miss my home. "Adios"
Jesus,Torres