By Yanik Comeau (Comunik Media)

Every morning, I take the subway to work. I hate it, but it really is the easiest and quickest way to get to the office. Driving in the city is out of the question because people on the streets are just plain insane.

Anyway, last month, I had this amazing thing happen to me on the subway. When I saw the train come into the station, I rolled my eyes in discouragement because the cars seemed even more crowded than usual. I so hoped that the door that would open in front of me would allow me to enter a car that wasn’t as full, but… no such luck. Hundreds of sour-puss-faced men and women of all ages, races and sizes were standing stuck together so tight you would have thought that even water could not have passed between them!

On the Subway
When I saw the train come into the station, I rolled my eyes in discouragement because the cars seemed even more crowded than usual – commons.wikimedia.org

I took a deep breath and slipped into the car, apologizing for inconveniencing my fellow commuters who had already endured this torture for a few (or many) stations. The heat was unbearable. The overbearing scent of all the colognes and perfumes mingled together in the still, stale air was enough to make you noxious. The people all around me were so close, I didn’t even have to hold on to anything to keep my balance. I thought to myself, “Adam, just relax. Breathe.” I am not usually claustrophobic, but this was just too much. I decided to close my eyes and concentrate on something southing, relaxing, some sort of mental getaway. I tried to zero in on my breathing. With the vibration from the tracks and the strange arms, legs, shoulders, buttocks rubbing against my business suit, I unexpectedly became aroused. I could feel my cock swelling in my pants and my fantasies went into overdrive.

On the Subway
I tried to zero in on my breathing. With the vibration from the tracks and the strange arms, legs, shoulders, buttocks rubbing against my business suit, I unexpectedly became aroused – f.fastcompany.net

I started imagining myself nude, on a bench, standing facing the water, as if I was offering my buff, sexually stimulated body to a sexy Poseidon, God of the Ocean. I started imagining this unbelievably cut, delicious deity walking out of his watery home and kneeling before my hard, throbbing cock, caressing it, licking it, worshiping it, and engulfing it in his eager mouth.

I didn’t want to open my eyes. My erection was pushing against the cotton of my boxers as if it wanted to bust out through my woolen trousers. I consciously made it bounce in my pants a few times thinking, “If I wasn’t in an overcrowded subway car, people would see the throbbing behind my fly.” I think I moaned out loud, but I still didn’t open my eyes, certain nobody could have heard me anyway over the roaring sound of the old subway train.

On the Subway
My erection was pushing against the cotton of my boxers as if it wanted to bust out through my woolen trousers – forbes.com

That’s when I felt something pushing against my crotch. I don’t know what came over me. Instead of opening my eyes and trying to find a way to pull away or turn ever so slightly, I just went with the moment. The pressure on my hard, eager cock was intensifying. Suddenly, a hand rested on my hip and slipped slowly onto my butt. I felt as though somebody was engaging me in a strange, hotter than hell tango. I quickly realized that another fabric-covered hard-on was what was pressing against my boner. Another guy was pulling me into a dry hump. I opened my eyes and looked around.

Nobody was looking at us…

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To be continued…