The Nasty Look Was Worth It
I am riding home from my part-time after school job. The subway car is very crowded. (Great. Let's move in toward the middle, next to some nice, friendly looking people, ... yes, here looks good.) "Oh, excuse me, 'xcuse ..." (That's good. Yeah. Is this kid a possibility? Yes, maybe. Let's see. Position myself so that my crotch is just near his hand, and let's see if he's interested. Good. Now rock a little, naturally, not too much, just with the motion of the train, and then a hair more. Yeah. Slight brushing. He didn't move away. Did he notice? Yes, I think so. Slight turning of his head to see me. Okay, he's moving closer. He's definitely interested. Wait, now wait, guy, don't be too obvious. Gotta back off a bit and teach him a little discretion. Mmmm. Hard to be discrete with that thigh pressing in so insistently. Yeah, that's nice. My dick is starting to get really hard now. He loves it. Now let's move around a little and see what you have. Yep. Uh huh. No, I'm not moving away from you friend, I just want to cop a feel of your dick. Yes, that's right. Now you get the idea.) I lightly brush the boy's bulging crotch with the back of my hand. Do it again. And then back away a bit.
The train is stopping. People leaving, and some new ones coming on. (That's okay, as long as the car remains nice and crowded. Oh boy, it's really packed now. Think I'll be able to get a little closer to him. Uuwuh. God, we're dick to dick. He's really bold! He's acting so excited, I doubt he ever did this before. Careful now, pal. Let's not get carried away. Uuwuh. I'm dripping wet. Now he's moving sideways. His cock is moving over mine from left to right, and then back slowly from right to left. My prick is pointing north; his is more on an angle- like about a 60 degree angle. Is anybody noticing this? Check around the car. Everybody seems unaware of this noteworthy incident. Wait. How about that guy. Is he looking? No, it's alright. He's just craning his neck to see what station we're pulling into.)
Some people leave, more pile on. The car remains blissfully jammed. (I could go on like this forever. He's putting his hand down. He wants a better feel.) I throw a glance his way. ( He's about my age, maybe a year or so younger. Yeah, about 17 or 18 I'd say. Not too tall. Just an inch or so taller than me. That's good. Makes for better alignment. Easier, anyway. I've managed to rise to the occasion, of course, even when it wasn't so easy. Brown straight hair; nice face, but looking strained, tight, nervous, right now.)
The stranger cups his hand over my crotch. And presses. Moves his fingers slightly to feel all of the delightful detail. The boy's face has turned red. Which is a little odd, since he has an olive complexion, not the type that usually develops ruddy cheeks. But the blood is clearly pumping throughout him now. I enjoy the contact but am a little nervous that this kid will get carried away and give us both away.
My stop is coming up. (Shit. I could go on like this all day. Well, better start to compose myself.) Moving away slightly, readjusting my scarf, zippering the front of my jacket. The boy is glancing over, with disappointment on his face. I look around. (Uh oh, what's that?) I see a middle aged woman seated nearby, staring at me. Her face is tight and distraught. She is clearly upset and angry. She is looking at both of us. I feel a gush of guilt, nervousness, discomfort, as she stares. The other boy hasn't noticed. I move to leave the train, not looking directly at the boy but with a slight smile on my face. I glance over again at the disapproving woman. (Well, I guess she saw it all. Or some of it anyway. Enough to make her look like she's about to have a fit. Makes me feel kinda bad. But actually that was the most fun I had all week. Her nasty look was worth it.)