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On the Subway (Mm teen, nc, anal)
by Nude Guy (nudeuwsguy@aol.com)
(c) Feb 1997 

*

It was late on a summer weekday night. The XX-year-old teenage boy sat
alone in a subway car, on his way to his lover's house. The boy, with 
soft brown hair and big brown eyes, was tall and thin, but solid like a
basketball player. And he was nervous. Understandably so, since he was
following his lover's orders to the letter and wearing nothing but his
hightop sneakers and a pair of flimsy jogging shorts. He was naked above
the waist, and the tiny shorts did little to cover his crotch and ass.
There was no hair on his naked chest and stomach, and only a little fuzz
on his long, muscular legs.

In his backpack he carried a disposable camera. His boyfriend ordered him
to have someone on the subway take his photo on the train, to prove that
he had followed orders. If he failed to do so, he would be punished. His
boyfriend, who was 30 and solidly built, had a temper, and the youngster
didn't want to do anything to make the man angry.

He had had to wear a t-shirt to get out of the house and away from his
parents, but as soon as he was around the corner he stripped it off and
stuffed it into his backpack. He walked down the crowded sidewalk, cheeks
flushed, feeling everyone's eyes on his nearly nude body. The booth
attendant at the subway station gave him a hard look but said nothing as
the shirtless boy walked through the turnstile. Through another gauntlet
of staring eyes, the boy walked to the far end of the platform, intending
to ride the nearly empty rear car. Since it was nighttime, the train was
slow in arriving, but no one came near during his long nervous wait. His
dime-sized nipples grew erect in the cool air of the subway tunnel.

After what seemed like hours, the train roared into the station. The
youngster sighed with relief when he stepped into the rear car and found
it empty. It might complicate matters getting someone to take his photo,
but in his current state he was not eager to share a long ride into
Manhattan with anyone.

The train lurched to life as he sat down by the rear door. He allowed
himself to relax a bit, slouching down and stretching his long slender
legs across the aisle. The shorts, with their deep slits on the sides,
parted to expose his lean indented thigh muscles nearly all the way up to
his waist, along with the curve of his firm ass. He looked down at his
taut, hairless stomach, and his eyes drifted lower. He was startled to see
the outline of his dark crotch hair through the gauzy pale-gray shorts. He
blushed again, realizing how many people on the street and in the station
would have seen it too. How had he gotten himself into this? He sighed,
thinking of his boyfriend's temper.

The train passed two stops  with no one in his car yet. The boy grew
anxious, wondering who would take his photo. He stood to glance through
the door window into the next car. He could see at least two people, an
older black woman apparently sound asleep, and a stocky red-haired man.
The boy held onto the overhead bar, his long willowy body swaying with the
train's movement. Should he stay put or approach the man? Suddenly he felt
a bolt of fear--the man had looked up and made eye contact with him.

The boy was newly conscious of his awkward situation, standing virtually
naked in the middle of a subway car, his lean XX-year-old body gleaming in
the harsh fluorescent lights, and with a stranger staring him up and down
like a wolf eyeing a sheep. And now the man was standing up, casting a
quick glance at the still-sleeping woman, and walking toward the door into
his car.

And then the man was standing just a few feet away, the door falling shut
behind him with a thunk. Suddenly unfrozen, the boy sat back down, legs
drawn up, arms crossed over his naked torso, shoulders hunched, trying in
vain to disappear. The stranger looked to be in his 30s, not much taller
than the boy but stocky and barrel-chested. He wore work boots. His worn
jeans clung to big solid calves and thighs. His t-shirt was stretched
tight across big slabs of pectoral muscle. His face was broad and reddish,
his eyes laser-blue. After endless moments, the man slowly walked the
length of the car, sat directly across from the now-shivering youth and
looked fixedly at a point just over the boy's head.

It's now or never, the boy thought. I've gotta do this or I'll be in big
trouble later. He pulled the camera from the backpack next to him.

"Sir?" the youngster's voice was nearly a whisper. "Sir?" a little louder
now, with a quaver. The man looked directly at him. "Uh, this is gonna
sound weird, but like I have a bet with a friend of mine, and, and...I
have to get a picture taken of me dressed like this on the subway.  Could
you..." he gulped, and held out the camera, "could  you take it?"

The man sat motionless. "I might," he growled.

"Please sir, if you don't I'll, I'll lose the bet and I'll be in big
trouble and it'll really be bad." He was nearly panicked, thinking what
his boyfriend might do to him. "You've gotta, please sir."  He half-stood
and held out the camera to the man. The man stared directly at his crotch
(Oh God, he can see my pubes and probably my cock, the boy thought).

"So I'll be doing you a big favor, huh?" the man finally replied, eyes
predatory. He grabbed the camera with his big hand and again swept his
eyes over the nearly nude XX-year-old in front of him. "Okay, I'll do it."

The boy realized he'd been holding his breath, and let it out in a rush.
"Oh, thank you, thank you a whole lot. I...."

"But I decide how you pose for it." The man sat impassive, only the
growing bulge in his crotch betraying his growing excitement.

The hairs on the boy's neck rose up. He wanted to run, but he knew he
couldn't. "What do you want me to do?"

"We want your friend to have plenty of good evidence that you did what you
were supposed to," the man said as he stood up. "I'm gonna take pictures
of you, front and back, standing in front of the door there." He paused.
"But you're gonna get rid of your shorts first."

The boy couldn't believe what he was hearing. The man wanted him
buck-naked in the middle of a subway car!  "But I can't! What if somebody
comes in? Oh shit..."

The man shrugged and sat back down. "Okay, you don't want pictures, I
won't take 'em."

The boy flashed back to the last time he'd disobeyed his boyfriend,
remembering how sore he'd been for days after the older man had gotten
through with him. He dropped his head and looked at the floor, knowing he
was trapped. "Okay," he sighed. "I guess I have to."

His tormentor stood again and held out a hand. "Drop 'em and give 'em to
me," he ordered. The boy clutched the waistband with both hands, took a
deep ragged breath and slowly pulled the tiny shorts down his long,
coltish legs. He stepped out of them and stood there, shivering and
feeling terribly vulnerable, stark naked except for his high-tops. The man
grabbed the shorts and stuffed them into his back pocket like a
handkerchief.

The red-haired stranger put the camera to his face. "Okay kid, stand up
nice and straight and say cheese." The boy couldn't bring himself to look
into the camera. He stood, eyes hooded, as the flash bulb went off again
and again.

"Okay, now turn around and show me your ass, boy." The nude youngster
slowly turned around. He could see graffiti flash by on the walls of the
dark tunnel. "Okay," the man said. "Now we do some posing. Get your hands
up on the wall over your head and spread your legs, like you've been
busted by the cops and you're about to get frisked.'

The boy spread-eagled himself against the door. He was shaking, sick with
embarrassment and fear. I'm just a kid, he thought. How did I get into
this? He pressed his face against the cool metal of the door and waited
for the flashbulb to go off.

Nothing. His stomach fluttering, the boy dared to peek over his shoulder.
The man's jeans were unzipped. A fat, reddish cock was exposed and
pointing toward the ceiling. The man ran his fingertips through the precum
already collecting on the obscenely thick head.

"God, no," the boy moaned quietly.

"Shut up," the man growled. He slowly ran his slick fingers up and down
between the boy's soft, smooth asscheeks. The youngster shut his eyes
tight, wishing he was at home, at his boyfriend's, anywhere but here,
naked and helpless, with a total stranger getting ready to rape his
XX-year-old ass.

The boy yelped and his whole body convulsed as the man suddenly jabbed two
thick fingers deep into his tender asshole. The man's other hand wrapped
around the boy's thin waist, holding him fast as a burning sensation
spread outward from his violated hole.  The man pulled out and the boy
exhaled in relief, then stiffened and cried out again as he felt three
fingers rammed full-length into his gut.

In the next instant he nearly forgot the intense pain as a wave of panic
swept him. They were pulling into a station! The train shuddered to a stop
and the doors in front of the boy opened. The man's grip around his waist
tightened.

"Don't even think about running," his tormentor said. The man turned his
victim half around as he poked his head out to survey the platform. "No
one's down at this end, but I'd better get you out of sight." The trinity
of thick fingers rotated in the boy's ass and gave one more deep jab
before the man yanked them out, spun the boy around and forced him to his
knees. "Get down until we're out of the station," he ordered.

The young boy found himself at eye level with the stranger's thick,
drooling cock. It was at least nine inches and as thick as a coke
bottle--much bigger than his boyfriend's dick. The man took his meat in
one hand and gripped the boy's hair in the other . "Eat," he said, forcing
the youth closer to his crotch.

With no other choice, the boy opened wide as the man drove his cock into
his mouth. The huge shaft filled his mouth and continued its forward
thrust until the youngster was gagging,  trying to expel the fat cockhead
as it forced its way down his throat. He flailed, face turning red as his
air was cut off. His eyes watered and spit flowed from his mouth. He could
feel the man's curly red pubes grinding into his face and fat balls
smacking his chin.

"Slobber on it, boy," the man cooed. "Get it good and wet." He pulled back
until the boy's lips were stretched wide around his cockhead, then buried
it down the XX-year-old's throat in one brutal thrust. He fucked the boy's
face this way for several minutes until his precum was flowing thick and
fast. He yanked it out a final time, and  the boy fell to the floor,
red-faced and gasping.

"Stop. Please, no more." The boy's voice was gravelly from the savage
pummeling of his mouth and throat.

The man jabbed his workboot into the boy's heaving ribs. "Get up! We're
nowhere close to done." When the youngster made no move, the man grabbed
him around the torso in a bearhug and yanked him to his feet, throwing him
against the door. He kicked the boy's feet apart and then stood back. The
naked boy, tears flowing, braced himself for what he knew was next. He
again peeked over his shoulder, just in time to be blinded by the camera's
flashbulb.

"I'm gonna call this picture 'Little Boy About to Get the Shit Fucked Out
of Him,'" the man chuckled.

The terrified boy let out a sob as he felt the man's hand again snake
around his waist, and felt a painful pressure against his asshole. The
train lurched to one side just as the man thrust forward, skewering the
youngster's tight, blazing-hot gut with his entire eight inches. The man
groaned and the boy yelled. The rapist immediately stuffed the boy's own
shorts into his mouth, gagging him.

"Shut the fuck up and take it, you little shit," the man barked. He
quickly fell back into the same rhythm he'd used to rape the boy's mouth,
pulling his cock all the way out each time and then plunging in
balls-deep, impaling the struggling boy over and over. His victim's
muffled cries were barely audible.

The boy's ass was on fire as the huge meat forced its way into him. He
felt something warm and wet on his balls. "Just a little blood," the man
snickered. The boy let out a long, miserable groan. He had never felt such
pain.

The train began an express run through midtown and the man took advantage
of the uninterrupted time, savagely pounding the helpless young ass in
front of him. After what seemed like hours, the boy felt the man's cock
swell even larger as hot cum spewed into his violated anus.

The man pulled his softening meat out of the boy, a long rope of semen
connecting his cockhead to the young ass he had just raped. The boy
collapsed face-down on the floor, moaning.

The man pulled the shirt from the boy's backpack and cleaned his cock with
it before zipping up. He rifled through the backpack, finding the boy's
wallet, ID, and address book inside. The man returned the t-shirt to the
pack along with the boy's shorts, which he yanked from his mouth. The
stranger quickly shouldered the backpack as the train slowed and came to a
halt. The doors opened and he stepped out.

The man turned and threw the camera back into the car. He took one last
look at his young victim. The boy was sprawled face-down on the floor,
oozing blood and cum from his gaping hole, his smooth thin body completely
naked except for his high-tops.

The half-conscious youth managed to look up as the doors closed. The
stranger smiled at him. "I'll be seeing you again, boy."