As a 22 year old without a car, public transit was my only option for a long ride to work. As anyone who has taken public transit during rush hour, they can attest to how crowded and noisy it can be. And other than shopping in one’s neighborhood, taking a bus or subway for regular shopping also was a necessary evil. Sometimes, however, the duress of a long, crowded ride made for an interesting adventure.
I always considered myself at the very least bi-curious, if not bi-sexual. But with very, very limited experience, and nothing truly meaningful in that area, I could hardly speak from my history of engagements with other men. Still, I was always interested if any opportunity availed itself, and although nothing had happened of late, I was still a believer in the slightly modified adage “Good things cum to those who wait”.
With days off on Monday and Tuesday, it made shopping easier. Less crowds during the day as opposed to the late afternoon or evening, and more importantly, not on the weekend. And it was on a Monday that I decided I was going to get my grocery shopping done. Even though I would be hitting the subway during rush hour, it was still worth it. Grocery stores would just be opening, and should be fully stocked of everything I needed.
It was a one block walk to the subway, and as it was dismal weather, I wore a raincoat. The subway was, as expected, crowded with morning commuters. I barely got into the car. As we hit the various stops, with people getting off and on, I moved my way back toward the other side of the car, now pressed against the opposite side doors. I had Demetevler Escort a few more stops to go before I had to get off, so there was no need to stand in the middle of the car.
I was turned slightly sideways, not paying any particular attention to anything when the car got quite full with oncoming commuters. I pressed myself against the other side doors, but there was little room for movement as we were indeed packed tightly. Many people were around me, and I jumped slightly when I felt a hand on the front of my jeans. There was no room for me to move backward, and that stray hand began to rub firmly, both side to side and up and down.
It took a moment for me to compose myself and realize that the hand belonged to a middle aged man, smartly dressed including topcoat, slightly taller and heavier than I. As his hand continued to trace over the front of my pants, I felt a rush of excitement, not just over the fondling but the fact this was a very crowded subway car, and was perhaps in view of others. But he was right up against me, and even though the possibility of being seen was minimal, the idea and the fondling got me aroused, and rather quickly I might add.
I felt his finger and thumb trace the outline of the shaft, moving to a slight pinching motion when they reached the head. He did this several times, causing my breathing to become a bit more rapid, despite my attempts to calm myself. When I felt him begin to tug gently on the zipper, I looked directly at him. He glanced over, and I worriedly shook my head Otele gelen escort almost imperceptibly. Despite the fact that I am certain he understood, he continued.
The zipper was lowered completely, and although it would have been easy for him to release the catch on my jeans, he didn’t. Instead, his fingers reached inside and continued tracing the now full erection between my legs. I shook my head again, but that seemed to only spur on his attention. He managed to slide the front of my underwear down enough to fully grasp my erection in his hand. I gritted my teeth. When he started pulling downward and forward, I panicked, trying to turn slightly so I wasn’t in his grasp.
He swiftly extricated my now throbbing penis out of my pants through the zipper opening, Holding the upper shaft tightly while his thumb slowly rubbed over the head in a circular motion. I let out a stifled groan, this time shaking my head in a very visible motion. No one appeared to notice, however, and I pressed myself against the doors to brace myself, knowing that if he continued at the current pace, I wouldn’t last very long.
He now had a tight grip on me, and began short and quick tugs, causing me to gasp loudly. Fortunately, the subway car was noisy, and no one but him heard me. But it only seemed to galvanize him to go faster and harder. I was at my wits end, knowing I was going to cum hard, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. But I felt him stop suddenly and release the tight grip. My erection was now pulsating slightly as he left Balgat Escort it in the open, and I watched him reach his hand into his coat pocket. He withdrew what appeared to be a fold lock top sandwich bag, and with both hands he opened it, and slid it over my erection.
His hand started to once again grope and tug at me with the bag over my erection, and he had gotten me so close that the inevitable was almost instantaneous. I gasped, groaning a lot more loudly than I wanted to, then felt my body spasm as a spurt of cum erupted. He continued pulling as I fought to stay upright, 3 or 4 more spurts and oozes erupting into the bag. And he continued, pulling every drop out of me he could, causing some noise issues with me as his rubbing of my now sensitive head became almost intolerable.
He withdrew the bag, folding it over and placing it back into his pocket when the train came to a stop. My breathing was heavy and rapid, and as the car began to empty out at one of the downtown stops, he turned and walked out of the car, leaving me scrambling to cover myself, standing there, shuddering slightly. I turned away quickly from any viewing passengers, frantically putting myself back together and back in my pants, zipping up before turning towards the doors again.
Yes, I got my shopping done with no further issues, but honestly, I was at the platform the next morning at exactly the same time, awaiting the subway again, even though I was not going to work. The thrill of what happened left me wanting more, much more, and although meeting him again was unlikely, I still had to try. I had no luck at all, and left after riding it for a little under an hour and moving from car to car at the different stops.
Over the course of the next few weeks, on both Monday and Tuesday, I did my morning commute search, still to no avail. Never saw him again, unfortunately. I did, however, have other subway follies in the year following. But that’ for later…