Standing on the platform heading coast bound, at 8:30am, Scarlett was stood up, slender back leaning up against a dirty grey wall, with a half ripped poster advertising a theatre, swigging a ice cold bottle of coke. A tiny bead of coke rolled from the bottle, down her chin and rolled on to her chest, her shirt was missing a tie, and was unbuttoned to the third one down. Her shirt looked like it had spent too much time in a tumble dryer on a high heat because her size d breasts seemed to be bursting out of it and it was rather tight around her small waist. She shivered as the cold coke bead rea... Continue»
Cock on the Train
I took a train to work all the time, every day. I loved riding the train. It was inexpensive, not nearly as bad as driving to work and fighting traffic and the wear and what have you on your nerves, the car, and all that.
I also discovered a few things about the people who took the train. I also discovered the best way to flash people on the train.
I had to drive to work on weekends, but, I got up every Monday and Tuesday, my days off, just to ride the train around to town and take a couple of subways.
One day, I came twice, flashing women. I was downtown and got on the subway right after lunch time. It wasn’t exactly deserted, but toward the back, there was no one there, except a woman sitting in a seat, looking out the window. She looked over at me as I sat, probably figuring it was strange that I chose there to sit, since I had almost the entire car to myself. The subway train stopped, and two people near the front got off the subway. No one got on.
Now alone with my intended looker, I turned toward her in the seat. I spread my legs a bit, and lifted my T shirt. I was wearing shorts with a big hole in them, and I at first just let my balls hang out a little. I looked out the window, but was really checking for the dim reflection of her in the window.
I saw her turn and look at me, at my balls. She didn’t do anything, didn’t get up, didn’t run, but just sat there and stared. I was in a strange position, facing one way and looking in the other.
I shifted my position a little, looking forward, and at the same time exposing more of my hairy balls. She was looking away, but looked back, looking directly at my balls.
She wasn’t screaming or running away, and that started to make my dick hard. I shifted again, this time letting my balls fall out of the hole in my shorts completely. I pulled my shirt upward a bit and bent forward, letting the entire length of my cock stick out. I straightened, and there it was, facing her, the whole bag of goodies. I could feel my cock jump all the way up.
Her mouth actually opened as she stared. My cock was now throbbing. I was circumcised, and the head of my dick was a big mushroom shaped orb, almost bright red when erect. I had light brown pubic hair, making my cock all the more visible, but still showing lot of thick rich hair at my pubes.
I spread my legs wide, nearly straddling the seat. I bent my hard cock down, pointing it at her face, and then released it, letting it flop back up again almost viciously.
I began to stroke it, keeping an eye on where we were in relation to the next stop. I jerked off very quickly, and I could feel my balls bouncing on the seat as I stroked my dick. As the subway train began to slow down, I shot my load onto the seat. I stood and moved away from the seat, my hard, dripping dick almost right in her face.
She just sat there, staring at my cock. I covered myself and got off the train, waiting for another.
I caught the next train back to the main station, and boarded an above ground train toward home. I had cum, and I had flashed. I was very happy with my success in having an appreciative audience.
It was very late afternoon now, and I had caught one of the last trains out of the city. I was virtually alone in the train, except for one woman who appeared to be about forty years old, maybe a little older.
I had sat right across from her. Two in one day, only an hour apart, I wondered. I turned toward her and let my balls fall out a little, but she didn’t even look in my direction. I turned and looked out the window, and the sun was coming from her side of the train, so I could see her reflection pretty well.
She was looking at my balls. She didn’t scream or get up; she just stared quickly, and then looked away. I was getting very hard this time, very quickly. When she looked back, she saw more of my balls than she had before, and this time, she openly stared at the fat, hairy orbs lying against the seat. She didn’t look away for some time. When she looked back about a minute later, my throbbing dick was sticking straight up, and my legs were spread out. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened. My stop was coming up in less than a minute, so I reached down and began stroking my dick. No one but her saw me, and she didn’t look away.
I stood up, holding my shirt up, and I jacked off really fast, and turned away, so she could see my balls bounce as I jacked off. I shot another load, right in front of her, and it oozed out of the head of my cock in long, stringy, thick gobs of white sperm.
The train rolled to a stop, and I covered myself, and got off the train. My car was in the parking lot of the little station, and I drove home, my cock hanging out.
---Tom M., Los Angeles