As I left the library to walk to the subway, I felt the oppressive heat and humidity. All I had on was a tight white tee shirt and thin nylon jogging shorts, but I was soaking wet by the time I reached the station. To make matters worse, it was just after five and I knew it was going to be a long hot stuffy ride home. It was a struggle to reach the turnstile in the crowd, and my frustration soared when I dropped my notebook on the stairs and found my trolley just pulling out.
I calmed down when I realized I would be one of the first ones on the next trolley, and had a good chance of getting a seat. Suddenly I heard a voice behind me say, "Well there's somebody dressed for the weather." I turned around to see a smiling dark-haired man in a summer suit. He had a smooth handsome face, and I smiled back saying, "You better remove that suit or you might melt when you get on the trolley." He laughed saying, "I'm not as brave as you, your one step away from indecent exposure," and stared at my crotch. I looked down to see my nylon shorts bunched against my sweaty cock. I blushed realizing he knew I wasn't wearing any underwear.
The squeal of trolley wheels on the track broke an awkward silence, and everybody surged forward to board the train. The two of us were first to enter the rear door, but there were no empty seats and we were pushed to the rear of the trolley by the crush of humanity. We ended up squeezed together face to face, perspiration streaming down our faces. Finally the door closed, and the trolley lurched forward. We grabbed the overhead rail for balance, and began to sway from side to side with the rhythm of the rails. Because we were the same height, our groins lined up together, and the rocking of the trolley caused them to rub against each other. I began to feel his cock swell as it pushed against mine. I looked at him, but he appeared to be absorbed in all the advertisements above the windows, however instead of shifting his body away, he moved even tighter against me. I glanced around; the person in the seat below us was reading a newspaper. Everybody else around us was staring blankly ahead stupified by the heat. I was astonished that this handsome guy was hitting on me with all these people around us. I became excited and aroused at his boldness, and as my cock rose, I pushed it against his.
The trolley pulled into the next station and stopped. Through the cries of, "coming through" and the jostling at the doors, we remained tight together cock against cock. Finally the doors closed and the packed trolley lurched forward again. It began its rhythmical sway, and we kept in time pushing our cocks together. I could feel the heat of his cock through my shorts and I knew he could feel my heat. My cock grew erect and was now sticking straight out against my shorts. I was so turned on that I did not care all those people were around. I felt daring, even reckless. He must have picked up on this, as he raised himself up on his toes and squeezed my cock between his thighs, his own cock boring into my abdomen as we swayed together to the next station.
We came to a halt about fifty yards from the station. There were several trolleys stopped in front of us, making for a long delay. He opened his thighs and moved back, and my cock sprang up. Once again he pushed forward forcing my cock straight up, its swollen head nearly pushing out above the elastic of my shorts. Then I felt his strong fingers against my outer thigh just below my shorts. They moved possessively across the front of my thigh, till they were between my legs. Then he squeezed the inner thigh of my other leg with his whole hand. Suddenly he yanked my shorts. My heart started to pound when I realized my whole cockhead was now protruding above my shorts. When I felt his hand moving up under my shorts I began to tremble. All day at the library I had been struggling with my thesis, constantly playing with myself whenever the going became tedious. I had made my balls so sensitive. Here they were now full and firm hanging down just above advancing fingers. It felt like an electric shock when he touched them and I raised myself up on tiptoes to get away, but the light stroking of his fingers felt wonderful. I lowered myself down on his hand, and his cupping and squeezing drove me wild.
Because we were stopped, he no longer needed to hold the overhead rail for balance with his hand. He placed it on my hip, moving it across the front of my shorts till it found my cock. I could hardly stand it; one hand outside my shorts working my cock, the other inside my shorts working my balls. I felt his thumb and forefinger moving up my cock on opposite sides. I began to squirm as bare thumb and forefinger reached bare cockhead. He looked into my eyes and smiled and squeezed my throbbing cockhead. I gasped and continued to squirm as he rubbed the tip of my cock with his thumb opening the slit. Precum poured out soaking his thumb. He brought his thumb to his mouth and licked it, quickly returning his hand to my cockhead, again working the slit open with his thumb. He twisted my cockhead with his fingers, once more getting his thumb soaked with precum. He brought his hand back up to his mouth and began to suck his thumb. He saw me looking at his sunken cheeks, and started making slurping noises. What a tease! How badly I wanted to replace his thumb with my hot cock. He gave my balls an extra long squeeze that sent me over the edge. I tried to hold back, but it was too late, my whole body started to convulse. I grabbed his handkerchief out of his pocket and put it over my cock. I groaned exploding my load into that handkerchief.
I gathered together his handkerchief and tried to properly fold it up in his pocket. We both started laughing. He grabbed my arm and whispered, "You know I only live two blocks from the next station, and I have something to show you!" I put my thumb in my mouth and began to suck it, and held it there till we both started yelling "Coming through!"
I calmed down when I realized I would be one of the first ones on the next trolley, and had a good chance of getting a seat. Suddenly I heard a voice behind me say, "Well there's somebody dressed for the weather." I turned around to see a smiling dark-haired man in a summer suit. He had a smooth handsome face, and I smiled back saying, "You better remove that suit or you might melt when you get on the trolley." He laughed saying, "I'm not as brave as you, your one step away from indecent exposure," and stared at my crotch. I looked down to see my nylon shorts bunched against my sweaty cock. I blushed realizing he knew I wasn't wearing any underwear.
The squeal of trolley wheels on the track broke an awkward silence, and everybody surged forward to board the train. The two of us were first to enter the rear door, but there were no empty seats and we were pushed to the rear of the trolley by the crush of humanity. We ended up squeezed together face to face, perspiration streaming down our faces. Finally the door closed, and the trolley lurched forward. We grabbed the overhead rail for balance, and began to sway from side to side with the rhythm of the rails. Because we were the same height, our groins lined up together, and the rocking of the trolley caused them to rub against each other. I began to feel his cock swell as it pushed against mine. I looked at him, but he appeared to be absorbed in all the advertisements above the windows, however instead of shifting his body away, he moved even tighter against me. I glanced around; the person in the seat below us was reading a newspaper. Everybody else around us was staring blankly ahead stupified by the heat. I was astonished that this handsome guy was hitting on me with all these people around us. I became excited and aroused at his boldness, and as my cock rose, I pushed it against his.
The trolley pulled into the next station and stopped. Through the cries of, "coming through" and the jostling at the doors, we remained tight together cock against cock. Finally the doors closed and the packed trolley lurched forward again. It began its rhythmical sway, and we kept in time pushing our cocks together. I could feel the heat of his cock through my shorts and I knew he could feel my heat. My cock grew erect and was now sticking straight out against my shorts. I was so turned on that I did not care all those people were around. I felt daring, even reckless. He must have picked up on this, as he raised himself up on his toes and squeezed my cock between his thighs, his own cock boring into my abdomen as we swayed together to the next station.
We came to a halt about fifty yards from the station. There were several trolleys stopped in front of us, making for a long delay. He opened his thighs and moved back, and my cock sprang up. Once again he pushed forward forcing my cock straight up, its swollen head nearly pushing out above the elastic of my shorts. Then I felt his strong fingers against my outer thigh just below my shorts. They moved possessively across the front of my thigh, till they were between my legs. Then he squeezed the inner thigh of my other leg with his whole hand. Suddenly he yanked my shorts. My heart started to pound when I realized my whole cockhead was now protruding above my shorts. When I felt his hand moving up under my shorts I began to tremble. All day at the library I had been struggling with my thesis, constantly playing with myself whenever the going became tedious. I had made my balls so sensitive. Here they were now full and firm hanging down just above advancing fingers. It felt like an electric shock when he touched them and I raised myself up on tiptoes to get away, but the light stroking of his fingers felt wonderful. I lowered myself down on his hand, and his cupping and squeezing drove me wild.
Because we were stopped, he no longer needed to hold the overhead rail for balance with his hand. He placed it on my hip, moving it across the front of my shorts till it found my cock. I could hardly stand it; one hand outside my shorts working my cock, the other inside my shorts working my balls. I felt his thumb and forefinger moving up my cock on opposite sides. I began to squirm as bare thumb and forefinger reached bare cockhead. He looked into my eyes and smiled and squeezed my throbbing cockhead. I gasped and continued to squirm as he rubbed the tip of my cock with his thumb opening the slit. Precum poured out soaking his thumb. He brought his thumb to his mouth and licked it, quickly returning his hand to my cockhead, again working the slit open with his thumb. He twisted my cockhead with his fingers, once more getting his thumb soaked with precum. He brought his hand back up to his mouth and began to suck his thumb. He saw me looking at his sunken cheeks, and started making slurping noises. What a tease! How badly I wanted to replace his thumb with my hot cock. He gave my balls an extra long squeeze that sent me over the edge. I tried to hold back, but it was too late, my whole body started to convulse. I grabbed his handkerchief out of his pocket and put it over my cock. I groaned exploding my load into that handkerchief.
I gathered together his handkerchief and tried to properly fold it up in his pocket. We both started laughing. He grabbed my arm and whispered, "You know I only live two blocks from the next station, and I have something to show you!" I put my thumb in my mouth and began to suck it, and held it there till we both started yelling "Coming through!"
