Casual Contact 9-The Subway Surprise by Mark James
I ride the subway everyday from where I live to the campus where I go to school. I don't ride the same one each day as my class schedule is different for each day. But on Monday and Thursday it is the same and it is very crowded in the morning; so much so that that I can be held up just by the mass of people around me. I'm gay and pretty good looking and of course I am always surveying the crowd to see what kind of hottie I can find who might want to have sex
One morning I locked eyes with a cute blond guy in a red T-shirt and a white ball cap. It wasn't hard to visualize what he looked like without his clothes.
He smiled and I smiled but we were stuck where we were in the crowd unable to move. Then the train made a stop, people got on and off and I couldn't find him again. After the fourth stop there he was again. We locked eyes and both smiled again. Then he was lost in the crowd again and finally my stop came up and I got off. I didn't see him get off. I figured just strangers passing in the night and went on to class.
On Thursday the car was so crowded I almost didn't see him come in from another car. This time he gave me a shake of his head and a wink. We worked our way toward each other, but before I could get to him my stop came up and I had to get off the train.
On Monday I made sure I was in the same car and located myself against the wall at the end of the car. It was raining and that made the crowd worse and made it harder to recognize people when all had on some king of rain gear. He came through from the other car right in front of me. I had on a raincoat and so did he but he still had the white ball cap on his head backwards. He turned toward me and with a little jockeying we were standing next to each other and of course 6 or 7 other people. The crowd pushed us against each other and it was almost if we were lying on top of one another.
I felt a hand cupping my groin. My eyebrows went up in surprise and I looked at him and he smiled and licked his lips. His hand was manipulating my cock and it responded by getting hard. The crowd pushed us even closer together.
"Sorry," he said.
"That's alright, I'm feeling it to," I said.
That brought a smile from him as his fingers traced up and down the bulging outline of my cock in my jeans.
I felt him unzip my jeans and felt his hand search inside my jeans for the slit in my boxer shorts so that he could find my cock. He slid his whole hand inside my jeans up to his wrist and caressed my balls and cock. He slid his hand back out and brought my erect cock and balls with it.
I should have been alarmed at this intimate act in public, but we were so pushed together we could only stand where we were. Nobody could see below the waist and his hand and my cock was inside my raincoat. For all I knew half of the people in the car could be groping the other half.
He slid his hand up and down my shaft. He was jerking me off in the most public place I could think of. My cock began leaking pre-cum. He gathered it with his thumb and used his thumb to massage it into the head of my cock.
"Oh." I said.
"Sorry, we are packed like sardines in here."
He had used my pre-cum to lubricate my cock and now was sliding his hand with ease up and down my shaft.
This was the most erotic and most dangerous sexual situation I had ever been in and I was as exciting as hell. That was probably what enabled him to bring me to orgasm so quickly. It usually took me a lot longer to come.
I stood there silently shaking with my eyes closed as he continued to jack me off and bring me to orgasm. I felt as if everybody on the train must know what was going on right in front of them.
He brought his other hand to my cock and felt some kind of material on the head of my cock as I finally shot my load. I had not been thinking any further than getting my rocks off. I hadn't thought about where the cum was going to go once I released it-all over the front of my jeans I would imagine.But he was way ahead of me, he gathered up my cum with a handkerchief and used it to clean up my cock after I had ejaculated. He must have done this before.
It was a lot easier for him to get my cock back into my jeans and to zip them up when my cock was soft. Then he somehow worked his hand up between us and licked at his fingers.
"I'm sorry, I'm not trying to poke you in the eye but I got something sticky on my fingers, probably at breakfast and it has been bothering me all morning." he said as he smiled at me.
"No, I said I understand; no problem."
We pulled up at another station and after the crowd got through jostling us around, he was no longer next to me and I couldn't see him. In fact I never saw him again.
Jacking guys off on the subway must be how he got his jollies and I was just one more name on his list.
It might have made me feel used if I had not enjoyed the experience so much. I suppose I should have felt honored that he had chosen me to service so uniquely.