1. Independent - Another London Tube Close Encounter


    Date: 10/30/2018, Categories: True Story, Domination / Submission, Gay, Masturbation, Teen, Author: Bulge Voyeur, Source: sexstories.com

    It was the height of the morning rush hour and I was about to change tube trains. To be honest, I had been “scanning the talent” a bit, to see if there was anyone nice to stand next to, but time was getting on and I might be late if I didn’t just squeeze onto the next train to come in. So when the next train arrived and the crowds milled around, imagine my pleasant surprise at finding myself about to squeeze on in the company of a particularly eligible young man. He was quite short, about 5’7”, smart and in his early 20’s I’d say; slim, clean-shaven, with short-cut, dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. Quite cute, in fact. He carried in one hand a copy of the Independent and was wearing a long, black-and-white herringbone overcoat over a dark suit. The coat was open. From the moment we boarded, the train was so crowded that it was impossible not to be touching one another. We were standing facing more-or-less right shoulder to right shoulder and the back of my umbrella hand was touching part of the inside of his right leg. Actually, it quickly became clear that it was not just his leg I was touching but something else as well. As my hand was positioned on the inside of his leg, rather than the outside, what I could feel clearly wasn’t something in his pocket and my curiosity soon began to get the better of me. As the train carried on, I allowed the natural swaying of the carriage to permit me one or two exploratory brushes with the back of my hand and fingers. It was ...
    definitely what I suspected and what’s more, it seemed to me to be developing into something altogether more noticeable. I could now tell that his cock was hanging loosely down his right leg – he was obviously wearing boxer shorts. For some inexplicable reason, I imagined that they were pale blue. At the next stop of the train, all attention concentrated on the other side of the carriage, and he secured his position by holding onto the bar above us with his left hand. This had the effect of further opening his coat and shielding us from view. He was holding his newspaper in his right hand now and I realized that he did not seem to be taking the opportunity of using it to protect himself from my overture – which could surely not have gone unnoticed. I moved in closer. Still with umbrella in my right hand and well-shielded from the crowd by his coat, I deliberately felt him with my fingers. By now, he was not so much hanging down his leg but pointing down across in front of it. As I explored downwards, however, he just seemed to get longer and longer. In fact, because he was fairly short, I had to fully stretch my hand downwards to continue this caress, as he became more and more hard and erect. I began to feel the tell-tale shape of the swelling head of his organ through the material of his trousers and I began to imagine what it must look like. There being no stops on this side of the train for a while, I took the opportunity at the next station to free my hand of my umbrella by ...
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