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Archive name: boytrain.txt (M/m-teen, ped, 1st)
Authors name: Cuddles (address withheld by request)
Story title : Boy on Train

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Boy on Train (M/m-teen, ped, 1st)
by Cuddles (address withheld by request)

***

A man on his regular daily commuter train and a boy 
going home after football practice find themselves 
thrust upon one another in a most exciting manner!

***

This is my first attempt at writing for a wider 
audience. If it is well received then there are plenty 
more. This is entirely a work of fiction. It is just a 
fantasy and anyone tempted to try anything like it in 
their real life should seek professional help 
immediately. Adults only. Enjoy.


The train was a little late and the driver was 
obviously trying to make up time because he was leaving 
his braking until the very last moment when entering a 
station and accelerating much faster than usual as he 
left.

The train was extremely crowded. Not only were all the 
seats taken but the aisles were also crammed full of 
passengers, standing shoulder to shoulder.

The 3 carriage commuter train stopped about once every 
3 minutes and was causing all those standing to lurch 
forward as it braked for a station and then sharply 
backwards as it stopped. They were also thrust 
backwards again as it started off. 

The situation was obviously reversed for those who were 
facing the back of the train.

It was very uncomfortable for the passengers who were 
bumping into people standing both in front of them and 
behind.

There were the overhead handrails, the back of the 
seats and an occasional vertical bar to hold onto but 
many of the passengers were so hemmed in that they 
couldn't reach them and were forced to rely on other 
people for support.

The situation led to lots of "OOOO's" and "Ahhhhhh's" 
as passengers lost their balance and bumped into 
others. There were lots of apologies and of course 
moans about the way the train was being driven.

I needed to stay on the train for 7 stops. I use it to 
travel to my office every day.

I drive first of all but then park and take the train 
because it is impossible to find any parking in the 
City area where my office is located.

I had just about managed to squeeze onto the train and 
stood immediately inside the door.

In front of me was a solid panel up to about 3'6" in 
height with a frosted glass panel over that up to the 
roof. There was no handrail on the panel but there was 
a rail overhead I could just about reach over to.

On my opposite side from the door was a passenger 
facing into the train with his back to me and there was 
another standing behind me, facing my back, who was 
doing his best to read a newspaper.

The train moved off and I reached over with my right 
hand to the overhead rail which I needed to hold onto 
tightly.

3 minutes later the train pulled into the next station 
and I first experienced the buffeting which the 
standing passengers were suffering.

2 stops after that, the situation became ridiculous. 
There really wasn't any more space for another 
passenger to get onto the train through the door next 
to me. The doors opened of course but people standing 
on the platform could see there was no point trying and 
turned away to wait for the next train.

However, at the last moment, a boy squeezed through the 
people standing on the platform and eased himself onto 
the train just inside the door and in front of me.

I managed to step back a bit to make room for him and I 
was then right up against the passenger behind.

The boy was facing forward into the panel with his back 
to me and so I couldn't see much of him.

He was about 14 and tall for his age with neatly cut 
shortish fair hair.

I could see a bit of a side profile of his face and 
from that he appeared to be very good looking. 

When he was getting on, I noticed he was wearing shorts 
with a rugby shirt over the top.

I saw him looking for somewhere to hold onto but he 
couldn't reach the overhead rail I was using. 

Neither could he reach the end of the panel in front of 
him where there was a vertical rail because the man to 
my side with his back to me was in the way.

He therefore stood with the palm of his hands against 
the glass panel in front of him or sometimes the glass 
in the door to his side.

As the train started off, there was no way he could 
hold himself steady and he lurched back into me, his 
bum coming straight back into my prick.

It's a classic saying but it's true. It brought a tear 
to my eye!

And it didn't stop there. The accelerating process of 
the electric train we were on took about 15 seconds to 
get from a standing start to its cruising speed of 60 
mph.

This meant that the thrust of this boy's bum back into 
my prick also lasted 15 seconds before he could regain 
his balance.

During this period, 3 things happened.

Firstly, the boy turned his head towards me and gave me 
a helpless look.

Secondly, the boy's bum pressing against it for that 
length of time aroused my prick.

And thirdly, I couldn't make up my mind whether I was 
annoyed or enjoying this boy's attack on my private 
parts.

Now that I had seen his face, it confirmed that he was 
very handsome with well-proportioned features and 
lovely blue eyes.

The train was now travelling at its cruising speed and 
the boy was standing normally. However, we were already 
coming towards the next station and I knew what effect 
this would have on the boy's movements. 

I was naturally worried about another collision 
involving my genitalia which might do even more than 
bring a tear to my eye. The next danger time was as the 
train stopped when I knew the boy's bum would come back 
into me quite sharply. I therefore decided to press 
forward into the boy's bum as the train slowed 
calculating that this would reduce the distance he had 
to travel back into my prick when it stopped.

Hopefully, this would also reduce the likelihood of 
damage to my manhood.

The idea wasn't a bad one but there were 2 things I 
hadn't taken into account.

Firstly, as the train slowed, the boy obviously felt me 
leaning into his bum with my prick and, judging by the 
smile on his face when he turned towards me, thought my 
reason for doing so was different to what I had 
intended.

The second thing was that my prick became aroused again 
and more so than the last time, growing to 75% of its 
full size. The boy would have felt this growing 
intrusion between his cheeks.

And it didn't end there. As the train slowed, the man 
behind me pushed forward quite forcefully, pushing my 
fast growing prick even harder into the boy's bum.

I'm sure he thought I had done it on purpose.

As we stood in the train while it waited at the 
station, I didn't know what to do.

I couldn't move my position. It was either stay on the 
train or get off.

The boy of course had the same choices and he seemed to 
have decided to stay put.

He can't be upset by what has happened, I thought.

As the train doors closed, I did the same as before and 
pressed myself forward into his bum so as to reduce the 
distance between us.

The train then started off and the boy was thrust back 
but not dangerously this time.

Nevertheless, my prick quickly grew to it's 75% as 
before and the boy turned his head towards me with the 
same smile and also a look on his face which told me he 
was enjoying himself.

In truth, I have to admit that I was beginning to enjoy 
it too but I did not return his smile.

The train then reached cruising speed and the boy 
regained his balance again. 

3 minutes later and I could see us approaching the next 
station but we hadn't started to reduce speed.

At this point, the boy turned and gave me his "knowing" 
smile yet again.

I felt forced to smile back. It was not a conscious 
decision but just happened.

What it did, of course, was tell the boy that I was 
enjoying myself too.

The train was about to brake and I pushed forward as 
before, my prick again growing fast but not as much as 
previously because it had become accustomed to our 
routine. However, this quickly changed because, as the 
train braked hard, the boy pushed himself back quite 
forcibly into my prick. I could see his hands on the 
glass panel in front of him doing it.

My prick went wild and grew to full size and, as it 
did, I felt the boy rubbing his bum up and down on it.

I have to say that I became a bit wobbly at this point, 
my eyes closed and I gasped for air.

As I returned to normality and opened my eyes again, I 
was just in time to see the boy returning his head to 
the front. He had seen the effect he had had on me. 

Now, I am a sensible person with normal heterosexual 
tendencies but the situation I was in tended to dispute 
that idea. The truth is that I was out of control and 
caught up in sequence of events I could do nothing to 
change and, more worryingly, didn't want to either.

The boy was probably someone who normally thought about 
girls but he was also caught up in our inescapable 
drama together. He was certainly enjoying it too and, 
like me, would have to reassess his sexuality later 
when we had both gone our separate ways. 

My mind was now exploring other ideas about how I might 
increase my pleasure with this boy when the train 
started to pull out of the station.

I pushed forward and found the boy pushing back into me 
at the same time and also rubbing his bum up and down 
against me again.

I continued to hold the handrail with my right hand but 
now moved my left hand onto the boy's left bum cheek.

I firstly rubbed it with my fingers. It was so 
beautifully soft and giving to the touch.

I then gripped it with my fingers on the inside between 
his cheeks and my thumb rubbed the outside.

This time, it was the turn of the boy to gasp and close 
his eyes which I saw from a reflection in the glass 
panel in front of him.

The train was now at cruising speed and we had stopped 
pressing into each other. However, this did not stop my 
ongoing massage of the boy's bum and I dropped my right 
hand down from the handrail above to join my left.

Over the next 2 minutes, my hands fully explored this 
boy's bum through his shorts, probing into every 
corner.

As I did so, I felt him tighten his bum cheeks and, 
when my massaging fingers delved down towards his arse 
hole, felt him press back into them.

The approach of the next station made no difference and 
I continued my attack on the boy right up until when 
the train stopped. I then withdrew my hands from him 
just before the doors opened.

I could see that the boy still had his eyes closed and 
was gasping for air. He turned away from the open door.

He had not recovered by the time the train started off 
again either but I nevertheless pushed forward in my 
usual way. I raised my right hand to the overhead rail 
again.

The boy felt a bit floppy as I leant into him and was 
not pushing back as he had done before. I compensated 
by pushing into him a bit more myself.

I now raised my left hand and slipped it under the 
bottom of his rugby shirt and up onto his tummy. I 
rubbed him there before slipping my hand down under the 
top of his elasticated shorts and then down still 
further inside his underpants and onto his prick. 

It was only partially erect when I arrived but grew to 
full size within seconds of it becoming aware of my 
close intrusion.

I rubbed him gently down the underside of its 4" length 
and rubbed his balls lightly.

I then took the end of his foreskin between my thumb 
and 2 fingers and drew it up as far as it would go, 
hesitating briefly before drawing it down again to the 
tip.

I repeated the process and speeded up a bit. However, I 
couldn't increase too much for fear of attracting the 
attention of the person to my right who was standing 
with his back to me.

I compensated for the lack of speed by holding the 
foreskin quite tightly and also making sure that I drew 
it right to its extremities.

As the train reached cruising speed, I again dropped my 
right hand from the overhead rail and tucked it under 
the boy's rugby shirt onto his tummy. As I continued to 
wank him, I ran my right hand up the inside of his 
shirt and rubbed his nipples between my finger and 
thumb, one after the other.

I could sense that the boy was close and, as the train 
started it's braking process for the next station, I 
took advantage of the other passengers' preoccupation 
by speeding up my motion on his prick and then felt the 
boy start his orgasm.

At this point, I withdrew my hand from his shorts just 
as the train came to a halt.

The boy was now leaning back against me all the time 
and I used my right hand to turn his face slightly 
while the doors were open so as to protect him from the 
gaze of people standing on the platform.

As I turned him, he opened his eyes and we were able to 
briefly gaze at each other.

We both smiled and the look on the boy's face told me 
that it had probably been his first time.

It was also the first time I had ever wanked off 
another person and so my eyes were probably full of 
wonder as well.

The doors closed and the train started off again. My 
station was next.

As the acceleration increased, both my hands moved 
towards the boy.

I was no longer using the overhead handrail but relying 
totally on my forward leaning body up against the boy 
for my balance.

My hands went under his rugby shirt again and up to the 
top of his shorts, then pushing them down together with 
his underpants to below his bum.

I massaged his bum cheeks as I had done before, 
exploring between them and delving deeper and deeper 
down to his arse hole.

The boy was back to gasping again now but found the 
energy to start pushing back against me desperately 
trying to get my probing fingers closer into him.

I then obliged, pushing my left index finger through 
his sphincter and deep inside, wiggling it and teasing 
him.

The train was cruising now and I spent the next 2 
minutes testing his muscle and increasing the size of 
my entry to get his bum used to what was about to 
happen in it's life.

I saw my station approaching and so lowered the zip on 
my trousers with my right hand and brought out my 
raging prick.

I guided it to his bum and positioned it just between 
his cheeks.

The train driver now applied his brakes and, as he did 
so, my body was thrust forward plunging my prick down 
between his cheeks, through his arsehole and then, 
without stopping, all the way into his bum. I held him 
around his hips with both my hands and pulled him 
deeper and deeper onto me.

The passion which had built up in me over the previous 
20 minutes or so was such that nothing more was needed 
and I immediately started my orgasm.

As the train ground to a halt, I withdrew, pulled up 
the boy's shorts and returned my shrinking prick to 
it's home, then zipping up my trousers.

I tapped the boy on the shoulder and he turned to look 
at me.

I smiled at him and waved my hand as a goodbye, winking 
at him as I turned towards the door.

I saw him smile back at me and that look of wonder was 
still in his eyes.

***

For the sake of the odd cynic who doesn't believe this 
story, take a close look around when you are next on a 
rush hour commuter train that is particularly crowded 
and being driven in a rather aggressive way.

Passengers get so caught up in their own thoughts about 
maintaining their balance or what they are going to 
watch on the TV later that you could slither down dead 
on the floor or even strip naked and nobody would take 
a blind bit of notice!

And there's another thing. I might be behind you!!!!

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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