Gay Erotic Stories

While on a visit to London yesterday, I got on the underground at rush hour (about 5pm) to get to Victoria station. The train was packed and I was squeezed into a corner opposite the doors with my back against a glass partition unable to move. While standing there, the back of someone's hand brushed past my crotch. I was wearing a short lightweight jacket and jeans and the pleasant sensation caught my attention. I looked around but was unable to see who had done it. After a few seconds the hand returned and brushed my crotch again. This could not be a coincidence could it? I immediately started to harden in my jeans and looked around again to see if I could see who it belonged to and if anyone else could witness this frottaging. From the position I was in I could not be seen or inf act see who it was, but I now hoped the hand would return as it felt so good and my cock was now tenting my jeans. The hand returned but this time palm side to my crotch and lay lightly against my bulge. As soon as it felt the bulge it started to rub against me and I lent into it. The train pulled into a station and people got in and out, but the hand remained in place and when the doors closed it resumed it's rubbing. Then it happened, I felt the zipper of my jeans being lowered. I looked around again to make sure I could not be seen. I was trembling with excitement and nerves as the hand reach inside my fly and pulled down the front of my briefs. At this point I was oozing precome from the excitement and the strangers hand quickly wrapped itself around my throbbing organ and started jerking me off. Using my hips to help in the ministrations, I was getting totally carried away and didn't care about the consequences of these actions. Because of the excitement it didn't take very long for me to tense and the hand sensed my impending climax by tightening it's grip and jerking faster until I let out a breathy sigh and shot my load into my jeans. We were pulling up at my stop and the hand quickly withdrew and I zipped up. As I got out I looked to see who it was but no one gave themselves up so I said openly "Thanks" and left looking down at the huge wet patch on the front of my jeans. I hastily took off my jacket and held it in front of myself to cover my embarrassment until I was able to get to the toilets. I shan't forget that trip in a hurry!!!! E-mail me with similar stories and comments to opd69@hotmail.com