Rush hour

God, I hate the rush hour, all that pushing and shoving, no seats and always packed in like sardines.

Today was no exception except that there had been lots of delays and the platforms were absolutely jam packed. When the train did arrive if you were not lucky enough for it to stop with the door directly in front of you there was no chance of getting on.  This was now my third attempt.

Before the train had even stopped I could feel people trying to surge forward but the doors hadn't even opened. I was right at the front of the platform and watched as the double doors slipped past me. I groaned inwardly at the thought of waiting for train number 4. I was in luck as the single sliding door at the end of the carriage stopped in front of me.

The train was packed to capacity already but I was determined not to miss this one. There were two people facing each other just inside the door, both women. As the door slid open I moved forward pushing one of the women further into the carriage. I now had my back against the wall of the carriage just inside the door and I hung on for grim death not wanting to get pushed further in as it would have been a hell of a push to get out again when I wanted to get off..

One or two people still managed to get on, how I don't know. I was now wedged tight, 3 people with their shoulders up against the sliding door. There was a woman in front of me and I had to draw in my body as my front was against her back and the last thing I wanted was for her to make nasty remarks about me standing too close, although I didn't have a choice.

I heard the hiss of the door closing and as I did another passenger squeezed in pushing her further in taking her place much to her annoyance. I was glad to see that he was male.

I took a glance at him. He was quite good looking, very young, shorter than me and wearing a football kit. Obviously he was going to a school match as his kit was clean. We stood there both facing to opposite sides otherwise we would have been nose to nose. The train moved off at a slow pace, which was never a good sign and yes, after a few seconds stopped.

Everybody was getting fidgety as they got warmer and tried to get more comfortable, the boy included. I was suddenly aware that he had moved his hands to cover his package which had the effect that his knuckles were up against my cock. This had an obvious effect in that my cock jumped and chubbed slightly but didn't get hard, yet.

The boy must have felt this and started to move his hands ever so slightly across the front of my trousers. In an instant he moved his hands away and put them by his side casting me a quick glance as he did so. I thought 'does he want to play' but was very nervous about finding out but went for it anyway.

I moved my hands over my own package and felt his silky shorts against my knuckles. Nothing happened at first until I felt his cock hardening against the back of my hand. I moved my hand slightly and he seemed to press his cock onto me. I thought I had better stop this in case I was wrong and moved my hands back to my sides.

He immediately returned his hands to the front but this time one of them was palm forward. I took a sharp intake of breath as I felt him cup my package which immediately started to get harder. He squeezed the front of my trousers which made my cock fully erect. He started to rub his fingers up and down my shaft trying to get me off.

As his hands were busy it left him exposed and I cupped his now hard cock in my hand feeling it throbbing through his silky shorts. I glanced around to make sure we couldn't be seen and slipped my hand underneath his silky top. He closed his eyes as my fingers came in contact with a very erect nipple which I played with gently.

I moved my hand lower until my fingertips came in contact with the waistband of his shorts and slipped inside cupping his hairless cock. His fingers now undid my zip and slipped inside my trousers and as I was not wearing underwear took hold of my very erect, wet cock.

We both started to wank each other and it wasn't long before I felt my orgasm on its way. As I got close he took my cock out and held it with his top. I don't know how manage to stifle a moan as I came into the silky fabric. His own cock pulsed in my hand and he had a dry cum, either through age or nerves.

The train suddenly started and I quickly zipped up my trousers. We pulled into the station and when the door opened he slipped out on to the platform. The door closed again and started to move off. The last glimpse I saw of him was him standing on the platform with his tongue out licking the hem of his top.

I hope he enjoyed the taste........