It was busy Friday, the corridors
leading to the platforms were packed, and I did not look forward to the long
trip home on the underground. I eventually got to the edge of the platform,
each train that had been coming through so far was jammed and the incoming one
was no difference. Damn it I thought, I need to take this train over wise I’ll
never get home.
I pushed in and managed to get in
just. On my right was this student type guy, headphones on, repetitive beat
tstsing among the overall noise of the train. On my left against the separating
glass partition was a large man, about late 40s, big burly beast of a man,
wearing dungarees and some kind of construction work gear. His head was back
against the glass, his eyes closed, almost like if he was asleep standing up.
He had thick hairy arms, that you could see through the cuff openings of his
jacket, one of his big square hairy hand was holding the safety bar by the
doors. While he was not very tall, he made up for it with his big stature,
almost square in appearance. A thin very short amount of greyish hair was all
he had on his head, and a 4-5 days stubble made him look roguish but to me
incredibly sexy.
At the next stop, we had to be
pushed in a bit more as other people were trying to get in. Somehow, I got
pushes aside by this other big guy, a city banker type, suited and
clean-shaven. Gone was the student and the annoying tstsing. He was determined
to get into the train and nothing was going to stop him. My side was now
pressed against the construction worker, his eyes opened, he looked down and
saw me, emotionless he let his head go back against the glass sheet and shut
his eyes again.
The man in the suit was tall, his
suit was dark, the shirt was white and he was wearing a red tie. He must have
been about 50ish, his hair was short and nicely cut, he was clean-shaven. His
build was big, he had a prominent stomach, which was now pressing against my
arm. His trousers looked like they were about to explode, thick thighs, and an imposing
crutch. I spent some time looking at it as it was somewhat very revealing and I
could see that the content of this pants was making itself known.
I looked up and realised that the
man was looking at me and clearly saw that I had been looking at. I was now
getting redder with embarrassment. He motioned forward towards me, at which
point I was now jammed between the 2 men, unable to move or do very much. I
moved my hand towards the side of my leg and within seconds, his crutch was
pressing against it. I could feel his hardening cock pressing against the
fabric of his suit and my hand. He was pushing gently against my hand, and
clearly getting aroused.
Meanwhile, my other hand was now
pressing against one of the construction worker’s leg. There was little I could
do about that as by now I could not really move any more as somehow more people
got into the train from the other side of the carriage, putting extra pressure
on all of us. The construction man, without opening his eyes, moved sideways a
little and somehow, I now could feel his crutch also pressing against my hand.
I stood motionless, shaking in trepidation and nervousness. Was this really
happening to me?
The train stopped in a tunnel.
The light went off for a moment and I took the opportunity to hold the suited
mans cock through his trousers. He clearly relished it as I could feel it
pulsating through the fabric. Big and long, imposing balls, it was some beast.
Meanwhile, I felt that the construction man also wanted some attention. Clearly
the darkness created a feeling in him and that feeling was making itself known
in his dungarees. I felt his pointing, poking cock pressing against my hand. I
moved a little to try to hold it, but it was difficult to do as the fabric of
the dungarees was too thick for this to manoeuvre.
I felt a bit of commotion coming
from the construction man, and then suddenly felt his hand brushing against
mine. Then, unexpectedly, I felt a warm feeling. His cock now out in the open,
brushing against my hand and by the feel of it, wanting to be worked on.
The light came back on and I
froze, but realised that the people in front of me were facing the other way
and were totally oblivious to what was happening behind them. The tstsing
emanating from the student guy and the shuffling of newspapers were the only
noise that we could hear, together with the occasional cough from other
passengers. I carried on, caressing the stout cock of the construction worker,
it was soft to the touch, although hard, a thick head, cut, oozing precum. My
hand was wet with his expectant juices. The light went off again.
I started to jerk the man, and I
could feel him responding with his pushing slightly towards me, with each hand
movement. The suited man, still pressing against me was making his intentions
known by rubbing his crutch powerfully against my hand, I grabbed the cock
through the fabric his trousers and for a moment, I was in a busy London
underground train, in total darkness, somewhere between Green Park and
Victoria, holding two hard cocks in my hand. Could it possibly get better than
this?
A message came from the
conductor, stating that there were some problems in Victoria Station and that
we may be stuck in the tunnel for a little while longer. There were also some
electrical problems with the train, hence the lights going on and off. I did
not mind, in fact I did not give a damn. I was happy! Clearly the weekend ahead
was going to be good, judging by the way it started!
The construction man pushes were
getting more regular and powerful. I could feel his strength through each
thrust, his breathing was getting more intense and while I held his manhood
tightly in my hand, it was now lubed by his abundant precum. It did not take
long until I felt a warm substance feeling my left hand. His cock throbbing
with each squirt which met the palm of my hand. There was a lot of cum. It was
dark, I could not see anything, all I could hear is the heavy breathing of the
man, and his body now relaxing and un-tensing and detaching from me, after the
short but intense experience he received. He took my hand and rubbed it against
the inside of the fly of his trousers. A nice touch I thought.
The suited man now was demanding
more attention. Clearly I did neglect him a bit while I was otherwise busy with
my other demands. His cock was hard, big and felt incredibly dense and imposing
through the fabric of his suit. While the construction man clearly wanted quick
relief, the suited man was not interested in me rubbing his cock quicker and
quicker for release, as each time I did that he pulled back.
The light came back on, the train
started again and within minutes we were in Victoria station. The construction
man picked up his bag, and without a sign or any acknowledgement left the
carriage quickly and purposely towards the exit door on the other side. People
were coming out of the train, it was now less dense, I was starting to move
towards the glass partition so that I could now stand there more comfortably,
when the suited man bent down towards me and in a very smooth and deep voice
said, follow me…
