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.