Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Stiffy on the subway

So, I was in NYC lately and there was a moment where I just merely stepped into a crowded subway car and immediately got a stiffy. Not that anyone was hot enough or close enough to cause it but I could totally see someone getting jerked off without anyone else knowing in a fully packed car. And why would I think that would happen? Well, flashback to a couple months ago and I spent the night with a guy that I finally ended up in the same city with. We are both business travelers and have been missing each other just by a day or two as we fly around the states. We've just fucked for well over two hours with two loads sprayed all over my body and one of mine lodged deeply in his hole as he curled into my chest and had a soft moment of reflection. He grew up in Manhattan and he recalled a time where he was still in high school and getting back from school on a crowded car and a guy just started to fondle him. He didn't protest. The first time it happened he came in his undies. The second time he bumped into the same guy in the same route back home, he had his cock hauled out and came all over the front of his pants. The third time? Well, he followed the guy home and they ended up fucking. And that was how he lost his virginity. I have mixed emotions about the story but one thing I'm clear on is how authentic it was. An experience I can't really fathom but nevertheless so breathtakingly real. So when I stepped onto that crowded car, that story came back to me. And more importantly the man behind that story came back to me. All his beauty, all his talents as a lover. A fucking sex pot. And that was my beautifully authentic moment.

So I got hard. Unfortunately, nobody lent a hand so that I could spooge my pants.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ah, the subway! I saw a lot on the subway in my daily travels over many (many) years. One that stands out is when I just managed to squeeze in bewtween closing doors at the Times Square station on the number 2 or train. I was wedged between the doors and a blond boy with a fabulous butt who roceeded to rock and roll aanst my crotch all the way to 62nd Street. I did not spooge my pants, but he had to felt my hard dick. And then there was the time, on a less crowded trip, that a straight couple was standing near me. The guy was wearing loose khaki shorts and they were kind of touching and kissing and he must not have been wearing underwear because the shorts started to tent out and it looked pretty impressive! Fond memories! Oh, and then there was the time....

I think that's enough for today!

Paul, PS

Anonymous said...

It happens in London too. Nearly 50 years a go I was on the Bakerloo line in the rush hour and a man got on at Oxford Circus . His hand was on my crutch and I was hard before the doors had shut. He managed to make me cum befor ewe reached Baker Street [2 stops only].
I was regularly fondled on the District line in the early 1990's by an Iranian who had the biggest cock up till then I had ever had the good fortune to handle.

With everyone surgically attached to their smartphones and apps travel is not what it used to be

David

Bruce Chang said...

Oh, Paul. You can't just throw down a teaser like that!

Bruce Chang said...

David - I fucking love London. I was in England studying one summer and took a week after to travel and I just remember thinking, when the hell do clubs close over here?! Met a group of guys that randomly took me into their clan and for two nights in a row I called it "quits" early by walking back to my hotel at 4am. Hm. Now that I think of it, I don't think I ever hooked up in London. Especially not on the underground!

Weston Liggett said...

Aaah - everyone has a madeleine of some sort. One of the first porno's I ever read contained a graphic (hetero) story about fucking in peak hour, and I've been curious about the possibilities ever since.

Like "Paul", I've been rocked up against, deliberately backed into and had stiffies ground into my butt. Never followed through though. The tube in London does seem to have a disproportionately large number of men who aren't shy about stroking themselves, although that could be a District Line thing...

JFBreak said...

I'm fascinated by the idea of this sort of encounter. Of course, in my own life I only see myself as being that guy on the 10 o'clock news busted for some random encounter caught on a nosy religious lady's smart phone and turned over to the police.

And because it has taken me to well into adulthood and mid-life, I wonder how many of these encounters that I would have gladly engaged in, but I was simply to naive and oblivious to the cues during my youth. Missed opportunities.

If I only knew at 14 or 15 what I know now...

Not Alone said...

Great Stories.... only wish those could happen where I'm from.

Anonymous said...

Oh my. In the later 70's, fucked someone standing up in an empty subway car under the East River. It was 3 in the morning and we both got onto an empty car on the last stop on the line before leaving Manhattan; I busted my first nut deep in his butt just as we were pulling in the first station in B'klyn. That station was empty, so we just continued to fuck until he came, which triggered a second orgasm for me, just as deep in his ass as the first. (ah the abilities of youth!)

I zipped up and sat down and he pulled up a white pair of jeans. I got to watch as my cum slowly seeped out of him and into the seat of his pants turning it a soggier shade of off white.

The memory still gets me hard.