Date: Sun, 7 Apr 2013 07:56:50 -0700
From: Mark James <mjliterary45@gmail.com>
Subject: Casual Contact 9- the Subway by Mark James

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.