SUBSWAY
By: Moore
Prologue
T-shirt, CK's and Nike's, a no brainer for any teenager, straight, bi or gay who wants to fit in with his peers. Me, well, I'm a fag, a teenage fag. Sucked my first cock in the sixth grade, swallowed cum in the seventh, got fucked in the eighth...and I've never looked back. I don't look like a fag dressed in my T-shirt, CK's and Nike's, lots of straight guys also wear earrings these days. I don't act like one either, swish around and stuff like that, because, to be perfectly honest, without a dick either in my mouth or up my butt I'm really rather shy.
Naked on the other hand, well, one nipple ring can go either way, two rings is maybe pushing it a little. Swimmers also shave off all their body hair, including their pubes, to improve their performance and a straight guy's girlfriend might convince him to get a small tattoo on his butt or wear a cock ring. I don't know about a matching collar to go along with the cock ring.
All that aside, what really sets me apart from the straight guys, clearly identifies me as queer when I drop my jeans is my choice of underwear. Straight guys wear briefs or boxers, maybe a jock strap if he's a big shot athlete. Nobody but a fag has got any reason...nobody but a fag would be caught dead wearing a thong.
One
I catch the crowded A train at West 4th, heading uptown for a midnight party at Columbia. Luckily I get a seat at 42nd Street and, exhausted from my part time job at the Cum N Go, a Village book store, I promptly fall asleep. When I next open my eyes the subway is stopped and some homeless type guy is trying to unzip and rip off my leather jacket. I shove him away, turning up my nose at his foul smell.
"Let him have it," a deep voice calls out from the far end of the dimly lit car. "Take off the jacket and give it to him."
"No way," I reply automatically, looking out the window to see exactly where I am. Inwood station, 207th Street, the end of the line. Shit, I've slept past my stop and this late at night it will be a while before the train heads back downtown. While I am cursing at myself for being so stupid, two large black guys strut over and sit down on either side of me.
"Let the old guy have the jacket," one says as he puts his massive arm around my shoulder and squeezes it, hard. "I'll take your cash and the cell phone."
Double shit, I am being mugged I think as the pain shoots down my arm. "Okay, stay cool, huh. He can have the jacket." I take it off and toss it to the bum, then hand over my wallet and phone. An old coat, thirty bucks and a cheap phone isn't worth risking my life over.
"Smart move, man. Now give him those mighty fine lookin' Nike's and your shirt and pants."
The train doors are closed, I am trapped with two serious studs who could do me serious harm and a homeless bum who, as I strip, quickly jams my clothes, piece by piece into a shopping bag. Trapped with two tough looking black studs who start to chuckle when they see my pair of nipple rings and roar with laughter a moment later when I take of my jeans and they see my cherry red thong.
"Hey, Jax," one says to the other. You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?"
"Right on, Shaq, ain't no doubt. Looks like we done got ourselves a queer boy...a fuckin' faggot."
I'm an equal opportunity faggot. I never met a dick I wouldn't suck, a load of cum I wouldn't swallow, a pair of balls I wouldn't kiss or an asshole I wouldn't lick. White, black, Asian and Hispanic guys have been using my body, mouth and ass, for their personal and sometimes perverted pleasure on a daily basis for the past six years. Jax and Shaq without a doubt have, as they put it, done got themselves a fag.
TWO
"What's your name, faggot?" The one named Shaq demands as I nervously wait to see what they have planned for me. Some straight guys, the macho types, would just as soon beat up a fag as use him for a blow job. Some guys would do both. I've been humiliated and degraded, used and abused by many guys; cast aside by some when they were through using me like I was nothing more than a condom that had served its purpose. I'm a fag, easily dominated and submissive, so I take whatever it is that naturally superior straight guys want to dish out. But after giving a guy great head or a piece of my tight, pussy-like ass I hate to get beat up too.
"Steven Robinson," I answer. "Please don't hurt me," I add quickly as Jax loops his index fingers through my nipple rings. I'm a fag...and a coward.
"You mean like this?"
"Ouch!!"
"Or like this?"
Shaq yanks the back of my thong, pulling it up tight against the perpetually swollen pussy-like-lips of my asshole, while Jax tugs on my nipple rings.
"Whatcha doin' here, faggot?"
"Party," I moan as Jax continues to torment and excite my sensitive nipples. "Fraternity party at Columbia, but I slept past my stop."
"Party, huh? You know, me and Shaq is also goin' to a party."
"We is...are? Where?"
"In the faggot's mouth," Jax says, pushing me down to my knees. "You cummin'?"
"Fuck, yeah, man. Let's party in the white boys's mouth. Ain't nobody sucks black dick good as a white fag."
Jax unzips and using my ears for handles pulls my head into his crotch. One good whiff of his manly, musky scent and I just know his cock is going to taste great when I get it in my hungry mouth. I keep my eyes on his face as I quickly open his belt and push his baggy pants and boxers to his feet. He steps back, teasing me, and laughs along with Shaq when I crawl across the filthy floor of the subway car after him.
"Can't wait to get at my dark meat, huh, faggot?"
I'm a wanton sex slut, shameless, a slave to cock and I know it. I also know how to crawl and to beg. "Please, man, let me suck it. Please."
"Kiss it first, fag," Jax says, peering down at me with a smug look of superiority on his face as I grovel at his feet. "Lick around my sweaty balls, faggot, before you start suckin' my dick. We got all night to party, cocksucker. All fuckin' night before cummin' in your scumbag mouth."
Jax has small nuts for such a big guy. I stuff both balls in my, as he so aptly calls it, "scumbag mouth", and still have room to swish the hairy orbs around with my talented tongue. I'll be flossing black curlies from between my teeth for days. His gorgeous cock rises up majestically and throbs when I submissively kiss the tip. The well defined head turns a deep shade of purple as I lick up and down the veiny underside of the jet black shaft. I nibble on the head for a moment and savor the always welcome drop of precum. Then I take him firmly between my lips, slowly go down until he's deep, about five inches deep into my mouth and begin to suck hard for my creamy reward.
"Oh shit, I'm gonna blow," Jax shouts, grabbing the back of my bobbing head. "Take it, cocksucker. Eat my scum."
With pleasure I think as Jax swiftly empties his nuts into my eager 'scumbag mouth' in four rapid fire spurts. Wonderful warm semen, rich and thick with millions of lively, egg-seeking sperm cells, and quite salty, fills my mouth to near overflowing. I swallow all the delicious semen, not my first cum load of the day I should add, then milk the twitching shaft for the tasty pearls that ooze from the tip.
"Fuckin' A-plus blow job, faggot," Jax sputters between gasps. "You're one great cocksucker."
If I had a nickel for every time a guy has said that to me after a blow job. I give Jax my standard response. "Yeah, I know, that's me...one great cocksucker. That's what everybody I suck off says."
"Lemme decide that for myself," Shaq says, stepping in front of me. "Take it out for me, cocksucker, and don't forget to kiss my dick, faggot, and lick my balls before you suck it."
Shaq is uncut, thick shafted and none too clean. His droopy foreskin slides back easily between my lips and chunky bits of yummy, ripe head cheese, an acquired taste I acquired blowing the Puerto Rican school custodian, melts on my tongue.
"Pussy juice and cum, faggot," Shaq lets me know with a laugh as I pig out on the gooey treat. "Fucked my sister and her slut girlfriend 'bout an hour ago. Sloppy fucks it was so's I prob'ly got the same nasty shit under my balls, cocksucker."
He does, and in the depths of his hairy ass crack too. Funky, weird, wonderful tasting glop, which makes up for the small load of cum Shaq shoots off in my mouth when I finally get his matted ass hairs clean and get down to sucking his fat cock.
"Not bad head, cocksucker," Shaq says, wiping his spent but still hard prick across my face and outstretched tongue. "Only thing now is," Shaq turns to Jax then back to me, "I gotta take a wicked piss before I fuck your faggot pussy ass."
I strip off my thong, give my raging hardon a few badly needed strokes and present my tattooed ass. "Do it, man, fuck me. Please fuck me."
"Said I gotta piss first, cocksucker."
"Gotta piss too, faggot," Jax says, which complicates matters somewhat.
Too much piss like too much beer sloshing around in my belly is too much of a good thing. I'm okay with guys using me for a toilet, pissing some in my mouth because I like the sharp taste. Hot urine also cuts through the scumy coating of semen left behind after a couple of blow jobs. A mouthful or two of liquid gold enlivens the taste buds and clears out the sinuses. Fresh cum tastes and smells even better after washing out my mouth with a few ounces of fresh piss.
"You guys can piss on me," I say, hoping they don't get pissed-off because I really want them both to fuck me afterwards. "I'll drink some of your piss, but I won't be able to drink it all, though. Okay?"
"S'okay, faggot, have a seat. Shaq an' me'll just hose you down with piss and then we'll fuck the shit outta your pussy ass."
Perfect.
THREE
Shaq fucks me first, easing into me with unexpected kindness after I slobber all over his rock hard prick then beg him to go easy on my unlubricated ass. It's my first fucking since my foster family fucked me early this morning and by now their three loads of lubricating cum have either been absorbed into my body or leaked out.
Thanks to Shaq's load, Jax is able to dick me, pierce my anus with reckless abandon and fuck me as hard as he wants. He's plowing away in my slick, cum-filled ass, the homeless guy, probably aroused by the smell of urine has his cruddy dick in my mouth when the train comes to life and lurches out of the station. The sudden movement, which catches us all by surprise, triggers the bum's climax. He sprays a years worth of cum all over my face and chest, and a moment later I feel the warmth in my bowels as Jax, with a couple of deep, penetrating, balls to balls thrusts, unloads in my ass.
"Good timing, nigger," Shaq laughs as Jax pulls out of my well-fucked ass with an audible pop. Then he pushes the homeless guy aside and shoves his sticky cock towards my mouth.
"Lick it clean, pussy boy," he says. "Balls too and make it quick."
I'm done with my tasty chore, Jax is zipped up as the train slows and pulls into the Dyckman Street station. Fortunately for me, no one gets on when the doors open. The homeless guy takes off like a bat out of hell though, and with him go all of my clothes. "Hey, come back," I shout, scrambling to my feet as the doors close in front of my cum streaked face.
"What's your problem, faggot?"
I turn away from the door as the train leaves the station, Shaq and Jax each have big, toothy, selfªsatisfied grins on their faces.
"The homeless guy, he's got all my clothes."
"So?"
"I'm, uh, naked."
"So?
"Hey, come on, I'm naked! I've got cum all over me, leaking out of my ass. What if someone gets on the train at the next stop? It's kind of embarrassing." Exciting too, I'm thinking but don't say. Buck naked on the New York City subway, hmmm.
"Shit, man, get real. You're a fuckin' homo faggot...you suck dick," Jax says, shrugging his shoulders as if to say that because I'm a faggot cocksucker I can't possibly be embarrassed or humiliated.
The truth is he's right, I pretty much can't anymore. Not by guys anyway. Girls, like the girls at school are a whole different matter. Girls make me blush all the time with their giggling and whispering and calling me the fairy queer.
FOUR
After sixteen months at a residential school for troubled boys, before I became eligible for a foster care program, there was nothing left that a guy could do, or make me do to make me feel embarrassed or humiliated. I was a fag before I got sent to the Pinewood School in Alabama, not to be confused with Pinewood Prison which was adjacent to the school, a slut when I returned to New York. Blowing my roommate, an older boy, and bending over for him was not a new experience.
"I own you, Steven," that's what Tony said after I had unpacked my stuff and just before he put me on my knees, unzipped his pants and stuffed his cock into my very surprised, but welcoming mouth. "You're my slave, bought and paid for, and you'll do whatever I say. Got it?"
"Mmmmmm," was all I could say with an inch or so of his tasty dick resting on my tongue.
"That's a good boy," he said smiling down at me. "Now start sucking."
My advisor, Mr. Simpson, laughed when I complained about my lowly status and what I had to do for Tony. He shrugged his shoulders dismissively and opened my case file. "Y'alls a queer boy, Steven," he drawled. "It says so raght here on y'alls profile page. See?"
He pointed to my intake sheet and spelled it out for me: "H-o-m-o-s-e-x-u-a-l."
He fucked me to prove his point. Didn't even bother to close the door to his office before ordering me to strip naked and screwing me on top of his desk. I was a queer, anyone who had read my file knew it, anyone who saw me leaving his office with an erection and holding my clothes suspected it...and queers at Pinewood had no right to complain.
Pinewood School operated like Pinewood Prison, corruption and bribery was rampant. And like any institution or corporation or wild habitat for that matter, the males fought for dominance. The principal was at the top of the food chain at Pinewood, followed by his staff and the teachers. The resident students, segregated into gangs for mutual protection, had their own food chain and used whatever means necessary to establish their position on it and to protect their property.
Slaves like myself, the property of another boy? Well, we were slaves and except for queers, the lowest form of life at school.
I serviced Tony two, three, four times a day...whenever he wanted head or a piece of my ass. Privately in our room at first, then publicly in the shower, on the ball field, in the cafeteria...wherever he wanted me. Sucking his cock with other boys watching, something I hadn't done before, was the most embarrassing moment of my life. I got used to it, the public fucking too and the name calling and all the humiliating things Tony ordered me to do for his fun and profit.
My first glory hole experience was the chain link fence that separated the school from the prison. For a pack of smokes an inmate got to stick his dick through the fence and into my mouth for a blow job, two packs and he could have my ass. White inmates only, no blacks were allowed in my mouth or ass.
For half a pack Tony would let you watch what became a popular and profitable weekly show. Tony had a deal with the prison guards, the use of my mouth and ass for an hour in exchange for turning off the power to the electrified fence.
As his personal slave I not only serviced Tony sexually; I also cleaned our room, picked up after him, made his bed, did his laundry, ran all his errands...whatever he wanted me to do, but also serviced the members and would be members of his gang. The party in my mouth and ass sometimes lasted for hours. Humiliating, sure, guys taking turns, but when Tony said suck...his slave sucked, when he said spread'em...I spread'em wide to be fucked.
Not all of the upper classmen had slaves, there weren't enough younger and weaker boys to go around, so once a month or so Tony and the other white slave owners held an auction, cigarettes served as currency at Pinewood, and sold a day of our sexual services to the highest bidder.
They did it just like the history book in the school library described the negro slave auctions that took place in Alabama before the Civil War. It was pretty humiliating to be roped together with the other naked slave boys and herded like animals into the packed auction room. We got poked and prodded, made to bend over and spread our cheeks for inspection, made to give the buyers a brief sample of our oral skills.
Tony always got the best price for me because I was the only slave boy that was also a fag, therefore, the best cocksucker and the best piece of ass in the school. The fact that it was the truth didn't make it any less embarrassing to be auctioned off and sold to the highest bidder.
The other slaves were forced to submit whereas I liked cock sucking, boys cumming in my mouth, and I liked to be fucked. You can force a straight boy to suck your dick and swallow your sperm, but you can't force him to like it and you can't force him to do it well.
Tony eventually sold me outright to George, one of the ten Negroes attending Pinewood, when he got transferred to another school near his home in New Jersey. "Business is business," he said, handing me over to my new owner and pocketing the cash. "You may have some problem with the white guys, Steven, but hey, life sucks for a fag."
I was born in New York City, attended school and played on the street with black kids, Hispanic kids, Asian kids. Everybody got along just fine. Racial tension and civil rights was stuff we learned about in history class. The first boy I ever sucked would have been Jose Morales, my best friend in the sixth grade, if he hadn't chickened out. The deep south, with its long history of slavery and segregation, still simmered with bigotry below the artificially calm surface.
"Call me Master George," George said as he fastened a dog collar snugly around my neck and clipped on a long leash. "I own you, boy, you're my property now. Got it?"
George was a big guy, close to six feet tall and maybe two hundred pounds of solid muscle. His hands were huge, I'd seen him crush coke cans, bust a few noses too when turf wars broke out between rival gangs. The collar pinched, the leash was humiliating.
"Got it, slave boy?"
"Yes, Master George."
"My great gran' daddy was a plantation slave, 'bout a hundred miles from here," George informed me as I packed my suitcase for the trip to his room. "My gran' daddy was a dirt poor sharecropper on a white man's land, my poor daddy's still slavin' as a white man's nigger."
"I'm ready to go, Master George."
George yanked my leash, "In a minute, boy, I'm talking."
"Sorry, Master George."
"Get over here and blow me, boy. "Keep your faggot mouth busy while I'm talking."
I got on my knees between his legs, opened his pants and got his large cock into my mouth before you could whistle dixie. George pissed in my mouth, just a little, then he got hard and talkative. I sucked his dick and fondled his balls, then fondled his dick and sucked his balls while he rambled on and on about his family and growing up in the south. After thirty minutes of my sucking and fondling and his talking, the lengthy story and blow job finally came to an end.
"Damn good head, cocksucker," George said as he pumped the last of his load into my exhausted mouth. "Keep your mouth open, slave boy, your master has to piss."
"Thank you, Master George," I said, then drank his two minute stream of bright yellow urine.
George looked down at me when we got outside. He laughed and looked up towards the sky. "White boy on his knees, sucking black cock, swallowing black cum and piss. You see, daddy, the new south has arisen...and my dick will rise again in my white slave's mouth."
The whites at Pinewood, students and faculty went nuts when they found out that Tony had sold me, that I was now George's slave. Mr. Simpson sent for me several days later. I thought he wanted to see me for his weekly blow job.
"You suckin' that colored boys cock?" He asked as I took off my clothes and stood naked in front of his desk. "You lettin' that colored boy cum in your mouth?"
"Yes, sir," I answered immediately. I had a class in ten minutes and I didn't want to be late. "What'll it be today, Mr. Simpson? Blow job, cum in my mouth, or do you want to fuck me?"
"The colored boy been fuckin' you?"
"Yes, sir. I'm his slave, sir...and queer. I do whatever Master George tells me to do. So what will it be for you today, sir? Blow job or do you want to fuck me? Master George and three of his black friends fucked me this morning so my ass is nice and slick with their sperm."
Mr. Simpson looked sick. "Get dressed and get out," he shouted. "Nigger dick's been usin' you, boy. Nigger scum's inside you. You've been defiled by nigger dick."
I didn't feel defiled. Not by George and his friends, not by Tony when he owned me. The color of the cocks I sucked and took up my ass, the color of the balls that produced the same milky white sperm that filled my mouth and warmed my bowels...I was a fag...color didn't matter. Cock was cock, they all tasted great in my cocksucker mouth and felt great in my pussy ass.
George was as much a racist as the whites at Pinewood. He flaunted his ownership of me, the dog collar and leash but one sign of my status as his slave. I didn't service a single white cock for the remainder of my time at the Pinewood School. Master George wouldn't allow it. My mouth and ass were reserved and marked in red ink, "Black Dick Only."
FIVE
Shaq slaps my butt and adds his two cents worth. "If it's a guy gets on get on your fuckin' knees where you belong and offer the dude a blow job, cocksucker. You be famous as the subway sucker."
The Subway Sucker, I like the way it sounds. As for getting on my knees and offering guys head, heck, I spend three afternoons a week on my knees with a dick in my mouth at the Cum N Go's glory hole. I don't even get to see the happy faces of all the guys I suck off.
"Your fag strap's over there," Shaq reminds me while I'm stroking my boner and thinking about the possibilities. It's on the floor in a puddle of piss.
It isn't much and it's soaked with urine, but at least the thong will modestly cover my shaved cock and balls if a girl gets on the train. I use it to wipe the homeless guy's cum off my face, lick out the now slimy pouch while jerking off, then put it on and wait impatiently for more cocks to suck.
I'm not used to waiting long for cock. The Cum N Go has a very active glory hole and only enough space for one kneeling cocksucker to service all the customers who want head. At school, shit, my eager classmates line up outside the little used basement weight room for a turn in my hot faggot mouth. My foster father and his two goof-ball sons, Wally and Willy, keep my mouth and pussy ass busy and satisfied at home.
Two station stops, my dick is hard again, and I'm still waiting. "Where is everybody tonight," I call out to Shaq and Jax who are sitting at the opposite end of the car and laughing their heads off.
"Guess you'll have to suck your own cock, faggot," Shaq says . "Cum in your own scumbag mouth."
How many times I've tried to do just that, like a million. I'm not alone, every fag friend I have has tried to suck his own cock and cum in his own mouth...few have succeeded.
Finally, at Washington Heights, three middle aged Hispanic men board the train and take seats across from me. Laborers from the looks of their dusty, sweat stained clothes. Their copies of El Diario go unread as I stand and they stare at my all but naked body. I don't speak spanish, nor they english apparently, fag is the one word I understand out of their animated conversation.
"Fag, yes, si. I'm a fag."
More lively talk and finger pointing at my distended, thong covered crotch.
"Blow job?" I ask slowly and hopefully. Latino cock, usually uncut and this late at night, foreskins filled with a whole day's accumulation of piss and sweat. Mmmm, mmmm good. "I..suck..cock. Do..you..want..a..blow..job?"
I get on my knees and point towards my mouth, frustrated now that I can't make them understand. "Cocksucker, I..am..a..cock..sucker. I..want..to..suck..your..cocks."
Nothing but laughter from both ends of the car. "Hey, faggot," Jax hollers. "Instead of french you should've taken spanish."
They get off the train at 125th Street. Shaq and Jax too, and me, instinctively, following behind them like an obedient puppy. I'm the only white face on the busy Harlem station platform. The only red-faced fag in a cherry red thong amid a sea of laughing dark faces.
I drop to my knees, the subway sucker is hungry for cock.
"Does anyone want a blow job? Please?"