Date: Tue, 1 Mar 2005 01:39:43 -0000
From: Ted Gay <tedgay@btinternet.com>
Subject: CRUSH HOUR

(This work is gay fantasy, involving sexual encounters between consenting
adults in a public place. This story does not imply that I condone such
behavior in real life, and if it is likely to cause you offense please
read no further.)

The Tube (subway) train was packed because it was the height of the
morning rush hour.  It was a Central Line train from the northeastern
suburbs heading into the City. A young businessman in a dark suit stood
by the sliding doors, his back against the glass at the end of the row of
seats. The doors opened at Roding Valley as the train headed Southeast
around the loop. Jason, the businessman, had boarded the train at
Woodford. He could have gotten a southbound train on the western side of
the loop, but this train was leaving first and he thought the slightly
longer journey wouldn't make much difference, he was early for work. Boy
did he make the right decision.

More people squeezed in at Roding Valley, and by the time they got to
Chigwell the carriage was packed. Right in front of Jason and stood
facing him was a young guy also in a business suit. He had short blond
hair, and he looked straight into Jason's dark brown eyes for what
seemed like a full minute. Jason's cock immediately stirred inside his
trousers as the handsome young stranger gave him the eye. He could smell
the young guy's after-shave, and felt quite dizzy. As the train moved
off, Jason felt the stranger's hand brush against his growing erection
inside his trousers. It could have been no accident, and then it happened
again, only the hand lingered longer this time. Before long the young man
was groping Jason and stroking his cock thru the material of his
trousers.

Jason could resist no longer. He reached out his own hand and found the
stranger's crotch. He felt the hard contours of the blond guy's rock
hard cock. By this time the blond guy was actually unzipping Jason's
fly. People were pressed all around them, but no-one could actually see
what was happening, Most had their backs to the two men,  except for a
man of about 50 also in a business suit who had his face buried in a
folded-up copy of The Times, struggling to hold on to the support rail
with one hand, keep his balance and read his paper at the same time.

The blond beauty was now jerking Jason's cock, so Jason decided he'd
better return the favor. He unzipped the young stranger's fly and pulled
out his long, slim cock. They continued wanking each other as the train
pulled into another station, and more people tried to push in. It was all
they could do to keep facing each other, but they were determined not to
be separated.

Suddenly the blond guy somehow managed to go down on Jason. One minute he
was looking into Jason's eyes; the next Jason just saw his blond hair
disappearing down below, and within seconds Jason was being given a
blow-job on the crowded Tube train. Nobody seemed to notice, but it was
such a turn-on getting a suck-off amongst all these people that within
seconds Jason's cock was pumping spunk into the young man's mouth. As
he fed him his cream, the blond guy's mouth greedily sucked up the sperm
and Jason felt him swallowing his load. Then he was on his feet again,
his lips and chin covered in Jason's sperm. Quickly Jason did up his
fly, and the blond guy did the same. They were pulling into another
station. A middle-aged woman pushed past to get off, and looked straight
into the blond guy's spunk-covered face.

`Disgusting behavior!'  she said as she pushed past and towards the
doors. Jason's heart missed a beat, but the cool young man opposite him
just calmly turned to the woman, his face still covered in Jason's cum,
and said:

`Maybe, but it tastes delicious, lady.'

The shocked look on the woman's face became even more pronounced when
the middle-aged businessman put his copy of The Times to one side, leaned
forward and licked a big glob of Jason's cum off the blond guy's chin.

As the sliding doors closed, the woman stood open mouthed on the
platform, and the middle-aged businessman turned to her and said:

`Yes, it does taste delicious, madam!'

Still no-one else seemed to notice what had been going on. The
middle-aged man gave the blond guy a wink, then continued reading his
paper, whilst Jason thought he'd better finish the young blond guy off,
so carried on jerking him off. The young blond's eyes closed in ecstasy
as he neared his climax, and the older guy suddenly dropped his copy of
The Times to the floor. He ducked down to get it just as Jason brought
the blond guy off, and of course when The Times reader stood up again he
had sperm all over his face and lips. No-one else noticed this time, and
they continued the journey like three British strangers on any Tube train
any morning -- not saying a word to each other. At Bank station the other
two got off, sperm still visible on their faces. Jason continued to St
Paul's where he got off to go into his office. He didn't do much work
that morning, and had to keep going to the toilet to jerk-off thinking
about what had happened on the way to work!

* * * * *

About six months later Jason was on another crush hour Tube train, this
time coming home from the office in the evening. He was facing the
sliding doors this time, when a young guy squeezed on in front of him. He
smiled at Jason and his knee came up and gently prodded him in his crotch
area. Then the guy turned around to face the closing sliding doors. Jason
was gazing at the very sexy nape of his neck below the clean cut hairline
of a short red crop. Jason's cock was getting hard, and then Jason felt
the redhead pushing his bum hard up against it. Presently Jason felt his
hand come round and start fiddling around with the back of his trousers,
then the hand was unzipping Jason's fly and pulling out his by now stiff
erection. The next few stations had platforms the other side of the
train, so they had plenty of time without being interrupted. Next thing
Jason knew the guy was expertly slipping a condom on to Jason's tool.
Then he guided Jason's cock to his cute little arse. Jason felt with his
hands and found that the redhead had a slit at the back of his trousers,
which he had unzipped. With his fingers Jason could clearly feel his
smooth bubble bum and inserted his forefinger into the redhead's tight
bumhole. He was either wearing a jockstrap or no underwear at all, and as
Jason pulled his finger out the redhead lubed up his backside, and guided
Jason's cock right into his arse. He pushed backwards as Jason pushed
forward, and soon Jason was enjoying a long slow fuck, staring into the
back of his red hair and longing to lick the nape of his neck. It smelt
so sexy, and as Jason came close to orgasm he could resist it no longer.
He bent forward and licked the redhead's sexy neck -- it tasted
delicious, and it made Jason shoot his load up the redhead's tight hole.
This time nobody around noticed a thing, and the redhead quickly zipped
up the fuck-slit in the rear of his trousers, whilst Jason removed the
used condom and did his fly up again. The doors opened at the next
station and the redhead stepped on to the platform, not giving Jason a
second glance. Jason wondered how often the guy had been fucked like this
on a crowded Underground train. Obviously he was well prepared for such
encounters!

* * * * *

It was Gay Pride day, and the Underground train was packed with queens,
clones, bears, young men and lesbians all heading into town for the
celebrations. It was our day, and nobody could stop us doing what we
wanted. A few straight people were on the train, but for once they were
hopelessly outnumbered. Everything was going on!

A couple of leather guys with bare arses exposed, were openly fucking,
and there was actually a daisy chain of four guys at the opposite end of
the carriage. I was being sucked-off by two young guys, and even two
young lesbians were passionately kissing and fingering each other. At the
next station two uniformed Transport Police got on.

`What on Earth's going on here?' said one.

`It's Gay Pride Day, I don't think there's much we can do -- too many
of them,' said the other.

Nobody paid them any attention, we just carried on doing what we were
doing, daring them to arrest us. Then one camp queen who had been giving
a leather guy a blow-job stood up and spotted the two young policemen:

`Oh, hallo boys!' the camp guy said, `I do love men in uniform! Let me
feel your truncheons!'

She minced over to them and groped them. Then she actually unzipped their
flies and went down on them. The two policemen tried to push her away,
but all the gay guys in the carriage jeered them. Realizing they were in
a hopeless situation, the policemen just looked at each other, shrugged
their shoulders and let the guy carry on blowing them.

`Oh well, it's only once a year,' said one. `Might as well get into
the spirit of it.'

`He's better than my wife, I'll say that for him,' said the other
with a smile on his face. `I have to buy her a new winter coat to get
this treatment just once a year, and then she's no bloody good at it!'

Before long a crowd of gay guys had gathered round the two policemen,
taking it in turns to suck their cocks. I moved in for the kill, knelt
down between the two of them and got rewarded with two hot loads of young
policemen's cum right in my face and mouth. I stood up and licked my
cum-covered lips.

`Enjoy it did you?' asked one of the policemen. `You know I could have
you arrested for performing oral sex in public!'

`That's right,' said the other one. `Report to our office 10 a.m.
Monday morning and we'll give you two another feel of our truncheons.'

They smiled, and handed us cards with the address of their office at one
of the stations on the line.

The camp guy and myself duly turned up at the station at the appointed
time. I'd rung in sick from work -- this was too good an opportunity to
miss, and yet there was more than a hint of danger. It could well be a
trap, and we could both be arrested. But as it turned out the two
policemen were alone in their little office, and they gave us both a good
seeing to. We were fucked over their desks, and then each given a big hot
load of their spunk to drink straight from their big truncheons.

As we left one of them said: `Be good, boys! If we catch you doing that
again on a Tube train we'll have to arrest you!'

The other one smiled and added: `Unless, of course, it's Gay Pride
Day!'