1. Craig - A Close Encounter on the London Underground


    Date: 8/21/2015, Categories: True Story, Boy, Erotica, Gay, Masturbation, Reluctance, Teen, Author: Bulge Voyeur, Rating: 78.9, Source: sexstories.com

    passenger-contents on the platform to get the next one. The result of this was that when the doors opened, the crowds surged forward onto our train, desperate to get a seat, or at least a space. I moved quickly. In the confusion of the crowd, I moved across in front of him and positioned myself with my left hand on the partition behind him and my umbrella in my right hand. I pretended to attempt to keep some space between us but, of course, because of the surging crowds, this was difficult. Even as the train stood there with the doors open and solid with people, more were desperately trying to squeeze on and eventually, I was pressed quite firmly against him, he with his back against the partition, still in his corner. He was still holding his coat over his right arm, in front of him and just above waist height. Eventually, the doors closed and the train moved off. As the carriage swayed, I slid the back of my umbrella-hand behind his coat and against his crotch. Against the back of my hand, I could feel the slightly rounded shape of his packet, bunched in the front of his white underpants. I pressed a bit, then released and slid my knuckles backwards and forwards across his packet, while I looked over his shoulder. I didn’t look directly at him, for fear that this would be too obvious and he might push me away; instead, I hoped that the movement against him might be thought to be merely accidental. Then, if he was offended by my touching him, I could just apologise and ...
    stop what I was doing. At the moment, he seemed unaware that what I was doing was deliberate. So I carried on; a bit more pressing, and sliding, back and forth across his package. It had the desired effect. Even against the back of my hand, I could feel that his package was getting much firmer and was now bulging into his already snuggly fitting trousers. Still holding my umbrella, I extended my index finger in the direction of his right thigh and, true enough, there was a bulging ridge. Meanwhile, the train was not making much progress. It was moving in fits and starts and we were now stationary in the tunnel. It was rather warm and people were getting restless and were shifting from one foot to another. I took the opportunity to appear to do the same but, in fact, in the crowd, what I was doing was moving my umbrella to hang over the inside armpit of my jacket. My right hand was now free to return to where it was and he was now, surely, aware that I was deliberately arousing him. Whether or not he was gay was immaterial; any sexually-aware 19 year-old would enjoy the selfish indulgence of an erection, however caused, just as long as it wasn’t obviously associated with the person causing it. So my hand went back to its treasure-mound and was not rejected. Once the train moved, so did I. I twisted my hand around, covered by his coat, and found the zip at the top of his flies. I opened it out and gently slid it down as far as it would go and waited to see if he reacted. He just ...
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