1. Craig 2: Another Encounter on the London Underground


    Date: 8/26/2015, Categories: True Story, Erotica, Gay, Masturbation, Reluctance, Teen, Author: Bulge Voyeur, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    I must have missed him on the station platform the next day, and it was the following Monday before I saw him again, Craig (as I had decided to call him). As usual, he turned up on the platform at the same place and at the same time. This time, it was the main train that was delayed coming in. When it did, a great deal more people were already on it and, for the first time, Craig wasn’t able to take up his usual spot in the corner by the doors. I still managed to get on next to him but we were now stuck in the middle of the crowd. Just to remind you, he was about 20, 5ft 8in tall, slim and clean-shaven with grey eyes and tousled light brown hair. He was wearing his usual grey outfit of tweed jacket and smooth grey trousers, neatly enveloping his previously-discovered and explored packet. He had on a white shirt again and a plain tie. And he was carrying his grey coat over his right arm. He stood more-or-less in the centre of the standing-zone, holding onto the bar above with his left hand but facing slightly away from me. I was at right-angles to him, holding the same bar with my left hand. However, I couldn’t get around in front of him, as it was simply too crowded and he wasn’t making it easy for me. I came to the conclusion that he was perhaps too conscious of the fact that we were in the middle of the train and he felt too exposed to risk the kind of “shenanigans” we had played the other day. And of course, the coat was protecting his front. Nevertheless, in the crowd, I ...
    pressed myself against his side and tried to get him to twist around, but he didn’t seem to want to play ball today and I was getting a bit frustrated by this when the train pulled into the next station and a load more people got on. Amidst all the pushing and shoving, I managed to keep my position but he ended up virtually with his back to me, having twisted away from me and having lost his hold of the bar. His coat was still over his right arm, though, and I now had my bulging crotch pressing against his buttocks. Resigning myself to this unpromising position for the rest of the journey, and as I couldn’t reach his front, I decided to investigate his backside. I moved around a little, so that my free hand went neatly between his buttocks, and started to feel the lovely round shape of his bum through his tight grey trousers. My finger extended, I slipped it forward between his legs and pressed upwards into the spot behind his testicles, then traced it back outwards around his bottom, until I found the ridge of his underpants outlining his rounded buttocks like the phases of the moon. Judging by where the ridge was, he had on the same kind of briefs as the other day. Throughout all of this, he maintained his position and did nothing to stop me. At the next opportunity of passengers getting on and off, there was a heavy-set man standing with his back to us to my right, so Craig’s right side was well shielded. Still behind him, I slid my right hand around his right thigh and, ...
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