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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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