Secret Train-ing

	Waiting in a crowd of people, Larry let his tired gaze stay ahead of him. This was common with the insect though, finding disinterest in life around him. He worked a soul crushing desk job, made enough to get by and barely had any energy for much of anything. Some games, a couple of books and a lot of television. Dinners were small affairs and he didn’t go out at night much. As the train finally arrived and passengers disembarked, the black ant sighed. Though he suppose he was anything but black. He was primarily gray, being that his face, neck and chest, upper arms and thighs were bright. His “carapace” pieces were a deeper gray, coating the middle of his head akin to an armadillo. It wrapped around his shoulders and went down his back to cover his thorax. Wrapping around his sides, it hugged his pelvis. From elbow down to palm and knee to foot, he was wrapped in it. His toes and fingers were silver, almost white. The only black on him was his hair, being his eyebrows, the patch between his pecs and his pubes.
	Larry’s antenna drifted lazily in the air as he walked forward with the crowd to board the train. He found himself near the corner of the car, standing and holding onto the handle for the upright passengers. No reason to sit, it would just be harder to get up when his stop came. He held his briefcase in front of him, swaying lightly to the train’s rocking on the tracks. His gaze stayed resolutely on the floor even when the motion stopped at the next platform. The insect didn’t even bother much when someone came and got behind him. Strange but he could understand why someone who didn’t like being around others would try to get in the corner. 
	The train started up again. More clanging of the wheels on the route. The black ant felt light brushing on his thorax. Nothing unusual really, it was rather in the way. What was unusual, however, was the hand cupping his bare ass cheek! His eyes widened, feeling the hand squeeze his rear. Then a voice spoke behind his head.
	“Don’t make a scene, little ant.” A low, husky voice said.
	His heart began to speed up, his eyes darting around a bit. What the fuck was going on?! A stranger had their hand down the back of his pants! How did he even manage that?! Those fingers curled around more as the hand moved, getting into the cleft under his tail. They moved up and down, lightly ghosting over his hole and making Larry shiver.
	“Got a nice ass little ant. Wonder if you got a nice cock.”
	The hand wound around his waist, ruffling into his pubes and pressing against the base of his dick. The insect was focusing on controlling his breathing so as to not arouse any suspicion. Still, his gaze frantically looked about him, wondering if anyone was privy to what was happening. Having a strange man grabbing his half hard shaft and slowly stroking it was something the ant wouldn’t have thought would happen to him ever. He could have stopped this at any point, yet he couldn’t move. His toes curled and he gripped the train handle and his briefcase harder. At least the bulge in his pants was slightly obscured. Small mercies. Then that hand ran over the raised pointed of his cock head and Larry bit back a moan . Those fingers played with them a bit as he grew fully hard inside of his pants.
	A low chuckle sounded behind him. “A good dick.” Then the hand firmly held onto his length and began to stroke it ever so slightly. Actually, it may have just been the rocking of the train car for all the insect knew. It didn’t matter as it had him tensing up with pleasure. His eyes kept darting around the car, letting out the occasional breathy rasp as his dick was squeezed a little harder. It was so much better than any toy he’d used! Even the vague recollection of jerking off with his brother Rubin was so far removed that it felt brand new! Then the unthinkable happened: the train began to slow. The ant was slowly feeling panic settle in as the stranger’s hand didn’t actively stop, it just slid up to encircle the head and lightly squeeze it intermittently. Then another hand slid down the back of his pants once more, making him shudder.
	“Better not get us caught little ant.”
	The car came to a stop. The door hissed open and people began to disembark. A finger was tracing his tailhole again, the other hand lightly tugging back and forth right behind the nubs on his cock head. Blood rush to his ears and his groin as Larry watched new passengers boarded. It felt like an eternity of being teased and panicking about getting noticed that it was merciful when the train lurched forward. The hand slid right back down his length, making the insect shut his eyes hard, struggling to hold in his groan. Already he felt like his underwear was soaking in his pre and he was sure he’d have a wet spot on his pants before this was done. As the train got back up to speed, so too did the hand begin to rock more heavily along the shaft. The finger at his ass kept prodding at his hole too.
	When the digit began to worm its way inside, the ant felt his eyes widen and he clamped down on it. It felt weird and he was tensed up. His already throbbing cock leaked pre liberally, enough that it was coating his own length now as well. The finger quested deeper, probing and touching. Then it prodded something inside Larry, the prostate to be exact, which sent electricity through the poor insect’s body. It was too much, his body tensing up. He bit his tongue as he went over, his dick pulsing as he came. The hand stopped rubbing his length, squeezing instead as ropes of cum splattered his boxers. Seed leaked back around his shaft and coated the stranger’s hand. His eyes unclenched from when he had shut them, the bliss of orgasm being ruined far too early by the terror of realizing he was still in public and just unloaded in his pants. Eyes darted around but if anyone saw anything, they certainly didn’t show it.
	The stranger’s finger pulled itself out of his rear, leaving a strange tingling feeling inside of the ant. The other hand let go of his flagging cock, moving around once more to his ass. Rubbing it lightly before pulling his hand out. Larry let his head dip a little, enough to look at his pants. There was indeed a small dark patch in his pants. His face flushed at that. The car was slowing again for the next stop. There was a hand on his lower back, under his shirt that made him tense and shudder.
	“Next time, little ant, wear a jockstrap.”
	Wear a jockstrap? Why the hell would he need to wear one? Not that he wouldn’t wear one, he had in the past when he was a teen for sports, but what would that have to do with what just happened?! As the doors hissed open again and passengers went out and came on, another thought dawned on the insect. Next time. His violator wanted to do this again?! A scary thought. Yet a deeper, darker, much more primal part of him was thrilled. The ant had wanted something different to happen and this was…something different. He wasn’t gay and he didn’t want this to happen again, yet he also craved for more. Fuck. He’d do some research when he got home.

	Once again, Larry found himself waiting in a crowd of people. He shifted a bit anxiously. It was strange that such a mundane part of his day was now something that was both enticing and dreaded. After he was violated by a stranger, things had changed for the insect. The biggest was that he had gone home to order jockstraps. Not because he was told to, he just wanted to try something new. Trying them on, they fit well, hugging all his curves nicely and it was great to not have to deal with getting his thorax into boxers. Wearing them to work and out in public had taken a bit of getting used to, a feeling of embarrassment and arousal mixing as only he knew he wore a jockstrap. It was a welcome change and a booster to feeling more…alive? Aware? Whatever he felt anyways.
	The ant was still puzzled as to why the stranger would ask him to wear a jockstrap though. He didn’t seem fazed by boxers. Not that he had had a chance to ask, it had been a few weeks since then. It was a relief to not be used as he had prior, but it was a little disheartening too. Maybe Larry hadn’t left enough of an impression. Shaking his head of that thought, the insect watched the train roll into the station and boarded it along with everyone else. The repeated pattern had set in again for the ant, who stood in his corner and just let things drift along in a bit of a haze. People shuffled around him as he turned to his thoughts for after work. Likely he would strip to his jockstrap only and play some games. Then later he’d watch some bi vids to jerk off to. It wasn’t like Larry watched them for the guys fucking each other! Just enjoyed the more interesting threesome aspect of it.
	The train came to a halt, briefly bringing the dazed insect back to reality enough to realize he had started to fill out the pouch of his underwear. A slight blush came to him as he shook his head. People moved around him as he stood. Then things settled and the car began to roll again. The ant felt a presence behind him but he shrugged it off. Public transport and all that. It didn’t matter as he delved into his plans. Like how he would lube up his tailhole and slip a finger inside of himself to press his prostate. While not the only way, it was the easiest way to hit his pleasure spot. He had looked it up after the stranger had teased his sensitive hole and found it wasn’t uncommon for straight guys to enjoy a finger or toy to their prostate. 
	The aura behind him brought Larry back again. It was strange, it seemed familiar somehow. Pondering it a little, the insect settled on it being the usual feeling of being watched that happened when you were daydreaming about something sexual. It wasn’t anything. At least, it wasn’t until there was a hand grabbing his bare ass cheek! The ant tensed up at the hand squeezing his rear. A shudder ran through him as a familiar spoke to him yet again.
	‘You wore them. Good, little ant.”
	Heart thudding in his chest and ears, Larry breathed through his nose heavier as he felt the hand grab and stroke his mound. It slid ever so slowly between the cleft and a finger rubbed along his hole. The insect swallowed a low groan at the feeling. Then the hand moved again, this time out of his pants. Then said pants were tugged down, left to rest beneath the strap of his jock. The ant’s face felt like fire as his ass was bared in public. Even if it was only for one guy, it was mortifying and exhilarating. Two hands grabbed at his cheeks then, spreading and massaging. It left his fingers and toes curling a bit more, biting back another noise. Larry breathed deeply as the stranger removed his hands once more. It left him wanting and anxious.
	A hand returned, speeding his ass again. Only this time, when a finger rubbed over his hole, the insect tensed up at the cold feeling. He knew exactly what it was. Lube. The finger wiggled into his entrance, making his toes curl up again in surprise and delight. It was one thing using your own fingers, something else when it was another guy’s! Not that he was into guys, but he didn’t really care right now. The finger was shoving in and out of his hole. It was different to his usual curling to find his pleasure spot. Not that the stranger hadn’t pressed it a few times already, making his grip on the handle and his case all the tighter. He was painfully erect by now, trapped in the pouch of his jockstrap.
	“Tight little ant. Let’s fix that.”
	The first finger pulled back to the rim and a second pressed into it. The ant let out a shaky exhale through his nose, relaxing enough that the second digit had less trouble getting in. It sent thrills through Larry as he was taken advantage of, the slight rocking of the train easy enough to cover his small hip movements. The fingers were wiggling around inside, before spreading apart and stretching him. It was definitely a unique feeling, one he hadn’t actively tried before. He’d have to do so in the future. The insect wasn’t surprised when a third finger joined the foray, helping spread his tight passage more. It felt pretty good all things considered. Maybe he’d look into getting a toy when he got home. All of a sudden, all of them left his tailhole. It left an empty feeling, making Larry shiver at the sudden cold beneath his tail.
	“Now you’re ready, little ant.”
	Ready? Ready for what? How the insect longed to look over his shoulder, speak to the mysterious male. But he knew it would shatter whatever this was. As much as he desired to know who the hell this guy was, he wasn’t about to ruin whatever ‘magic’ this anonymous fondling had. He needed this, it brightened his dull life! It was then that the ant felt something press into his cleft, sliding until it found his entrance. It was…quite large and felt like it was one item, not a few together. It wasn’t fingers. Larry’s eyes widened as he realized what was now pushing against his tight hole. It was the stranger’s cock! But he wasn’t gay or bi! He needed to say or do something now!
	As if fate was at work, a rather rough part of the track jostled the train well. Some stumbled, many swayed and the insect standing gasped. For the car had rocked against the pushing dick and now the head speared his virgin ass open. The slightest whimper escaped the ant as he realized he was being deflowered by a random guy. Yet he was aroused beyond belief. Ever so slowly, the male sunk his length deeper into Larry, who could only tense up and grip the handles harder. The swaying of the train masked many of the movements the stranger did, something that was dulling noted by the insect. Finally, the male stopped pushing further and let the ant adjust to his first gay experience. Larry just breathed raggedly through his nose. Then slowly the guy started to grind, slow movements. Having to bite back his noises was truly torture for the insect, curling his toes as he swallowed more moans. Sure it hurt and was a bit weird, but the feeling of being full was strangely pleasant.
	“Fuck, you’re still tight.”
	Every rock of the car let the male inch back and forth, sometimes more, sometimes less. All the while, the thick shaft was pressing into his prostate and sending sparks throughout the ant. Pre leaked through his underwear and was coating his balls and thighs, likely his pants too. Still, he kept as motionless as he could, lest others look at this devious act. A hand slipped up under his shirt, feeling over his pubes and abs to stroke over his pec. Larry’s eyes darted around, face flushed as he wondered if anyone could see anything through the loose garment he wore.
	“Quite fit for a little ant.”
	Ah, yes, he kept healthy. The insect use to be bigger in high school but a soulless desk job made even the most enthusiastic gym goer have no time for the gym. Still, he kept up with the basics. Which was great as the hand caressed everything from chest down to his waistband, leaving him shaking. Unsure of when it happened exactly, the stranger had stopped with the slower, short movements and was using slightly faster, longer movements. Now he was properly sliding in and out of Larry’s previously virgin ass. Still, the guy was careful, never letting his head slip out and not pushing in to the hilt. Then the hand under his shirt slipped into his pants and squeezed his pouch.
	Dangerous, that was the only word running through the insect’s head. Already he was getting his cherry popped in front of all these people! Even if they didn’t know. Also having a hand in his pants was a dead giveaway if he dropped or moved his briefcase at all. His mind was split between the pleasure and the fear, an interesting cocktail that had him approaching his climax. Having the hand gripping his own cock and tugging it back and forth, even through his jockstrap was edging him closer. Then the male altered his angle and began to press directly into his pleasure spot. Stars dotted his vision as electricity flared throughout his body. It wouldn’t be long now.
	“Getting close little ant. Gonna breed you.”
	The thought that a random guy was going to leave his hot seed inside of him was too much for the ant. Biting onto his tongue to keep from moaning, he orgasmed. Thick wads of cum soaked his underwear, his balls and thighs. A fleeting hope of it not being a wet stain on his pants was discarded as he spasmed around the length still thrusting into his rear. A soft growl behind him as Larry began to taper off was all the warning he had before the shaft was left inside him and liquid heat rushed through his passage. The insect’s legs shook as he was claimed, publicly by a stranger. Fucking hell, it was hot! Why was it arousing?! He could feel as seed leaked around the plug in his tailhole, dripping down his thighs.
	All the ant could do was breath through his nose. Both remained as they were when they climaxed. Larry figured the stranger would pull out and go on their way, yet as moments dragged on, he tuned back into the world. A sense of dread formed in his stomach along with the cum in there. The train had stopped. People were jostling about as they departed and came aboard. When had they slowed, when had they stopped?! All it would take is someone looking closely for them to see two guys had just fucked publicly! Time seemed to stretch for eternity, a true hell, as he waited for something, anything, to happen. Eyes darted around at every passenger that went by. Mercifully, the doors hissed shut and the train sped back up. Once they were underway properly again, did the male speak up.
	“Close one, little ant.”
	That was more than close, that was a fucking miracle! Still, the excitement…he was semi-hard again. Which led to him noticing the hand was gone from his front side. Then there was the ever so slow pulling of the cock from his ass. Larry’s gaping hole leaked seed down his cheeks and legs, soaking into his pants he was sure. He hoped that it wouldn’t show. Still, the feeling of emptiness after losing his virginity was unique. Already he wanted more! A hand tugged up the back of his pants. Just like that…it was like nothing ever happened. No one seemed any the wiser of what had just occurred. It left a mixture of feelings within the insect that he didn’t want to process right now. Something was shoved into his jockstrap’s waistband then, on the side.
	“Read that when you get off, little ant.”
	But he just got off! Wait. He meant the train. Fuck, his mind was still laced with lust. The next few minutes were excruciating in a whole different way than before. From his abused ass to his soaked underwear to the paper in his pants. Swallowing thickly, the ant tried and failed to think of anything else to make the trip go faster. After another eternity, the train slowed again and this time, he made for the exit immediately. This wasn’t his stop but he needed to know what was on the paper!
	Shuffling out along with many others, Larry went to the wall near the stairs. There was a bathroom built right next to the stairs, a strange place but perhaps one from older times. It didn’t matter as he fished out the paper and opened it.
‘For more fun, call’
	It was followed by a phone number. Setting his case down, the insect rapidly input the number into his phone. When deciding the name for the contact, he went with something that wouldn’t be too out of the park for this. Trainer. Like a personal trainer. Or something. Still, he stared at the number before hitting the call button. Bringing it up to his head, he listened to it ring a few times before it clicked.
	“That was quick, little ant.”
	Oh. Oh god. It really was him! Distorted and all, he could tell. Swallowing thickly again, his tongue felt too large for his mouth. “I…I would like more.”
	“Already? Such a needy ant.”
	“C-can we meet?”
	“Tell you what, little ant. See that restroom near you? Go into it, go to the big stall at the end. Once you’re in there, take off your tie and use it to blindfold yourself. I’ll be there in a couple of minutes.”
	Another click and the line was dead. The ant was shaking. That the mysterious guy could see him was unnerving and that they were both out on the same stop was creepy. Yet still, he needed more! Grabbing his briefcase, he did as instructed. Pushing the door open, it was a bit worn down from what he could see. The lights and paint were duller than the outside. Some light graffiti. It seemed more a last resort sort of restroom. Or a tourist attraction? It didn’t matter. Moving to the sink, Larry splashed his face with water and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked…different. He couldn’t quite tell how. Taking a deep breath, he went into the stall at the end, setting his case near the wall. With shaking hands, he removed his tie and went about tying it about his head to cover his eyes.
	The world was dark now. It was…strange, not being able to see. Which was why he tensed when the door to the public was opening, letting noise filter in before it was cut off. Some shuffling occurred, footsteps, then the door to his stall opened. His breathing quickened as the door was shut and locked. Heart thudding, he waited. He didn’t have to wait long.
	“Drop the pants, little ant.”
	The insect’s hands shook as he grabbed his belt, undoing it. Button and zipper and he pushed the clothing down. A little brazen, he stepped out of them fully, pushing them to the side with a foot. He heard a hum of approval before a hand groped his jockstrap pouch. The ant gasped at that, feeling himself tent the garment before the hand was removed.
	“Turn around, present yourself. Hands on the wall little ant.”
	Larry did as instructed, feeling his heart beating erratically. His breathing was shallow as his hands pressed to the cool material of the wall. Moving his legs out and to the side a bit, he shivered as two hands grabbed at his framed ass. Strange, they felt different, bigger? Maybe just the fact it wasn’t as confined as being on the train had been. His cheeks were spread and it brought a flush to the insect, knowing his hole was still a mess.
	“What a sight. Nothing quite like a used tailhole, right?”
	Swallowing, the ant hummed a little. Approval, acceptance, he didn’t really know why he had responded. Sure, he’d watched a couple of gay creampie videos but he didn’t know himself. The sound of fabric rustling and hitting the floor did draw his attention more though. Those hands returned, spread him apart and this time a large object was dropped between his mounds. A shudder ran through him as it began to slide back and forth between his cheeks. It was the stranger’s cock again, sliding easily along his abused entrance.
	“I think you’re still lubed enough, little ant.”
	With that, a hand left his rear but the dick moved to press the head against his rim. Larry tensed up at the feeling, a slight twinge of discomfort present until he relaxed. Then he cried out as the head stretched him wide once again. It didn’t stop there as the male slid in deeper and deeper. The insect groaned from it, feeling as if the length and girth were not quite the same as before. He chalked it up to the fact he was still sore. Still though, he was glad when the guy stopped. Panting, he felt a hand along his back.
	“Feels good?”
	The ant nodded. Then he felt a hand sneak under his shirt, ruffle his pubes and fish into his pouch. He grunted as his hard cock was freed and moaned at the light strokes he was given. Fully hard, Larry was left panting with a thumb lightly working over the tip. A presence near his head, if the hard breathing was to be believed, whispered to him.
	“Ready for round two little ant?”
	Nodding was all he could do. Quickly he felt the shaft pull back from his passage to the head before shoving back in, digging even deeper. It jolted the insect forward into the hand loosely encircling his own cock. Letting out a cry, the dick reversed again and rammed back in. This was much rougher than before! He was loving it and they had just started. The hand closed around his length and stroked him. Moans came unbidden from him, heart roaring in his ears from the depravity of it all. Clenching onto the massive shaft in his rear, the ant could feel the slick being spread along his own cock.
	It wasn’t long before he felt those powerful thrusts hit his hips, balls slapping his thighs. Larry was shaking from the immense swirl of feeling he had before getting rammed and being teased. He pushed back onto the dick, wanting more while also being shoved forward into the hand, which was twisting and thumbing along sensitive parts of his length. Then the shaft inside of him moved about and shoved a part of him that had him cry out once more, feeling electricity flood him again. His moaning grew deeper and he was sure he was drooling but he couldn’t use his hands to check as they kept him from being shoved through the wall. As it was, he could barely hold back the brutal thrusts shoving him forward now. This was a different experience to being fucked on the train but fuck if it didn’t arouse him too!
	“Getting close?”
	The insect nodded, feeling the knot in his gut grow tighter as his balls drew tighter. He whimpered as the thrusting grew a little more erratic, the shaft growing more rigid inside of him. Then the unavoidable happened. The door banged open and the din of the station could be heard. The ant tensed up hard, the stranger pausing balls deep from a thrust. The sound dimmed as the barrier closed and water began to run. They were so close to being caught! Yet, the unthinkable happened next.
	The male began to start pumping again, not the savage strikes of earlier, keeping his balls and hips from slapping. Still, with Larry tensed up, it was rather hard to keep quiet. Especially as the water kept going and going, just like the guy was. The hand also went back to stroking along his dick, driving him closer to his edge. Which was so much closer now with the fear and thrill of almost getting caught. It felt like forever and no time at all that the water stopped and a moment later a hand dryer came on. Hot breath washed over his skin as the voice spoke lowly in his ear.
	“Enjoying my friend’s cock, little ant?”
	…FRIEND?!
	Somehow, the insect got even more tense at that, tightening heavily on the new stranger buried in his ass. Which was a mistake as the next thrust shoved him over. Nearly biting his tongue in two to keep quiet, the ant pulsed, shooting his seed all over the wall. At least, he would think so given how hard he orgasmed. His passage milked the length driving into his ass still before it, too, hilted and hot liquid poured into his depths once more. Very fair off from his overwhelming bliss did Larry register the dryer going off and the intruder leaving. It didn’t really matter. The insect was lost in a swirl. He’d just been used, again, as a cocksleeve. Then the new stranger pulled out, making the ant groan and whine as his hole leaked cum, splattering his thighs. 
	“Did you enjoy yourself little ant?”
	All he could do was moan softly. The sound of shuffling and fabric rustling drew his attention long enough to understand the new male had dressed. The click of the lock and opening squeal of the hinges indicated he was alone with the original guy. He jolted as his sore ass was patted.
	“Give me a call anytime little ant. You got a tight little ass I find enticing.”
	There was another set of footsteps and doors creaking open and Larry was left alone. Breathing heavily, he pressed his head against the wall. He had just let two guys fuck his previously virgin ass in less than an hour. He wasn’t gay though! They had used him. Nothing more to it. Standing back up proper, Larry pulled off his tie and grabbed his pants. Stuffing himself back into his clothing, he grabbed his case and began the arduous task of limping his way back home. Fuck his ass hurt. 

	Rubin watched as Larry came out of the restroom, a limp to his gait. The brown ant felt a pang of guilt. He had caused that problem to his brother. It wasn’t  every day that someone had their virginity stripped away as hard as the black ant had. Still, Rubin could recall the times they had gathered together and lamented his rather lackluster life. His desire for a thrill or a change to make him feel more alive. The brown ant had started looking into his brother’s life at that point and felt sorry for the poor guy. So he had planned out everything for this little encounter. A buzz from his phone drew his attention away.
	“Thanks for the fun.” - Ebony
	A smile graced Rubin’s lips at that. Well, it seemed Larry would be fine with what had happened. Another buzz from a different phone had the brown ant switching from his work and sex phone to his personal one.
	“Can we talk?” - Larry