Date: Thu, 28 Aug 2008 10:11:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Subway Stop

He held himself up holding onto the silver pole. The crowd around him was
pressed so tight Sean couldn't have fallen anyway. The group he came with
were all over the car, some smiling, others talking and one or two still
singing selections from the concert.

Sean was still catching his breath. It had been scary exciting and totally
draining. If he told anyone nobody would believe him.  But it was part of
his life now, a memory if not a fantasy he'd try to re enact but without
the same thrill the unexpected had instilled in him.

"That's what you're wearing?" Cicily asked when he opened the door.

"Sure why not, its going to be hot" he explained. The others behind him
were grabbing wallets and te shirts ready to pile out of the apartment they
all shared to join Cicily and her friends to subway to the Garden for the
concert.

"Well, you'll be lucky if you aren't raped" Cicily said admiring her boyish
friend.

Sean was smooth, blonde and indeed boyish. But he was also a risk taker. He
had stood naked in the bedroom with the two others who were dressing. He
grabbed the bib overalls and pulled them up his legs deciding not to wear
anything else.

They were old, worn and buttons missing from the sides. One could see his
bare hips and when he bent forward see his lack of underwear too.

"Shit man that's hot" Aaron said looking at his boyish roommate in his
biboveralls.

Sean pulled on the old military boots he bought from the surplus store and
laced them up. He felt sexy, hot, good adn ready to join the throngs in the
pit at the concert.

The crowds pressed against them in the subway, against each other in the
pit in the Garden and throng around them as they stopped for Nathan's late
night hot dogs.

The ride home was even crazier as crowds from theaters, stores, restaurants
and concerts squeezed onto the subways heading to their respective homes.

Sean moved among the strangers being pushed to one end of the subway car.
His friends were elsewhere. He was stranded by the shaking ride and the
unknown men and women who surrounded him.

He felt hands on him as people moved in the car. It didn't alarm or
surprise him. And if he were honest it felt good. His bare waist shoulders
and arms being touched.

Then a hand moved forward under the cloth finding his hard cock. He tried
to turn around but the crowd wouldn't let him. Sean gasped knowing what the
hand was doing as it began to stroke him.

Sean was more worried about anyone seeing what was happening then the
strange hand sexing him.

He cried out but nobody paid attention. The hand moved behind him and found
a way to enter him. Was it the same person whose other hand was jacking his
dick? He didn't know.

He wished he were naked and being fucked by a cock instead. Sean had
fantasized about his roommates doing just that. But he was too hesitant to
initiate any such activity though he wanted to taste Aaron's meaty cock to
be sure.

Sean moved his body, he had no option. So actually the hand and finger that
were pleasureing him were in control and his body merely reacting.

Despite the hot, body aromatic air, he gasped air deeply. His body ached
for more. The mysterious hand seemed to know that or sense it or see
it. Sean was moving his hips and his body.

Sweat poured from his armpits as it had done when crammed in the pit at the
concert. His chest was sweating too and he felt the persperation flow from
his legs as well.

"Shit shit shit" he said repeatedly. Sean knew his body was moving towards
the moment he feared and desired.

The hands quickened their action.

Sean could have reached down and stopped them but he didn't. It felt too
good, his body demaned he enjoy it.

Like a stream of hot lava his sperm pulsed through his gut and out the tip
of his penis down inside the billlowy denim legs of his bib overalls.

He barely held himself up.

Before Sean realized it the hands were gone from him. He twisted his head
and saw nobody or at least saw nobody that might have had their hands
inside his clothing.

Old women, grizzly men, two women chatting, a black young guy reading a
newspaper held high above the crowd, others here and there.

He recovered slowly.

The subway car lurched as it began to grind to a halt.

It was Sean's stop. His roommates and friends would push and shove their
way out from the crowd and Sean would follow.

Perhaps that night, when the darkness bolstered his bravery and his bedroom
mates receptivity, it would be time.

He shook his leg. It was still wet. His gut quivered nervously knowing what
had happened and what was ahead.