Several years ago, I had an apartment in Queens, New York. I shared the two-bedroom unit with a friend from school. We were two single young men, fresh out of college, and trying to navigate work and a social life in the city. It was hard to date because most women we met were either outside our age range or already in relationships.
I had a job in the Lower East Side of Manhattan and would take the M train each morning and afternoon. It took roughly forty-five minutes to make the trip each way with about 20 stops. I would usually read if the train wasn’t too crowded, but when it was, I would listen to an audiobook. Too many people moving around made it hard for me to concentrate, so I would resort to listening to music, people-watching, and looking out of the window.
Monday morning, I walked to the station in my sweatpants and hoodie and boarded the train for my commute. I liked the last car because it was usually the least crowded. It was the furthest from the platform entrance, so most people chose the first available car. It was going to be a crowded train because there was already nowhere to sit, so I resorted to standing and holding on to the metal pole that ran from floor to ceiling. I put in my headphones and started my playlist. With each stop, more people would get on than would get off, and I had to keep adjusting to let people move around me. My backpack, which held my lunch, laptop, and my work uniform, got in the way, so I rested it at my feet and picked it up when people needed to get by.
As the train lurched its way through the city, anonymous people bustled around me. Most were single travelers who kept to themselves, just wanting to get to their destination. Others were in pairs or groups, constantly chatting, making it hard to hear my music. Midway through my commute, I got my phone out of my pocket to turn up the volume just as the train was slowing down for the next stop.
As the train approached the stop, I felt a couple moving behind me preparing to exit. I inched forward until I was essentially hugging the pole in front of me. I had my phone in one hand and was holding my backpack in the other. The G forces from the slowing train pushed me harder against the pole, and I felt it against my crotch. This itself wasn’t a big deal until I felt the vibrations. They resonated from the floor of the subway train, up through the pole, directly onto the tip of my cock.
Startled by the sudden intense sensation, I instinctively moved my hips back to avoid what almost felt like a slight electric shock. To avoid pushing my ass into the person behind me, I hugged the pole and felt the vibrations hit me anew. As the brakes strained against the train’s inertia, the metal pole hummed, and I felt my erection growing. The vibrations dissipated as the train came to a stop. The couple behind me got off the train, and other people moved in behind me to take their place.
After the train started moving again, a busker began singing somewhere in front of me. My fellow commuters started talking louder and were paying attention to him, so I was able to hide my boner. That is until the train approached the next station and the squealing brakes sent vibrations up through the pole again and into my hands.
I wanted to feel the sensation again, so I pressed my hips against the pole. I positioned myself so the vibrations were concentrated on the tip of my cock, purposefully this time. As the train slowed, the vibration frequency changed from fast and intense to a slow, deep resonance. I felt it through my shaft into my rectum, making me hard almost instantly.
When the train came to a stop, the doors opened, and people started shuffling around. As people entered, they pushed for empty seats or poles to hold onto. I had to keep my right hand in the front pocket of my sweatpants to cover my obvious erection. I looked around to see if anyone was looking at me, but they seemed oblivious to my situation. In the span of a few minutes and two train stops, I went from an anonymous traveler lost in a playlist to a flush-faced pervert with a raging public hard-on. I had to get control of myself.
~ ~ ~
The vibrating sensation made me remember a girl I’d dated years ago. She liked using vibrators when we had sex and often used them by herself. She liked to hold them against her clit when I was inside of her. She also liked to use them on herself when she was giving me head.
One night when we were making out, she rolled from her side to her back and spread her legs wide. She was inviting me to explore her body. As our tongues danced, I slid my hand from her neck and across her chest, pausing to feel her stiff nipples under my fingers. After a few minutes of light pinching and rolling her nubs, I moved my hand down between her legs. She was gripping the sheets as she lifted her hips and pressed against my touch. She gyrated her hips, grinding her wet folds against my hand. Each time she pushed her hips forward, my fingers easily slid from her clit down between her labia and dipped slightly inside of her. When she retracted her hips, my fingers slid back to her clit. As she continued thrusting her hips, I met the apex of each thrust and slid my two middle fingers inside of her, deeper and deeper until my palm slapped against her clit.
“I want to lick it,” she said as she panted.
I sat up on my knees beside her. I kept my hand between her legs and moved up near her awaiting mouth. She held my cock to her lips with one hand, then took the head into her mouth. I moved my free hand to cradle her head as I started pumping my cock into her mouth. She would occasionally turn and let me slide across her lips and face as she caught her breath, but would open back up and let me fuck her mouth. She moved her hand from my cock, and I heard her vibrator start humming. She already had it in the bed with us and ready to go. I moved my hand from between her legs to make room for her toy, assuming what she was going to do with it.
“Don’t stop!” she said as she let my cock slide from her mouth.
I continued finger fucking her, reaching for her G-spot. She was getting wetter and wetter as the palm of my hand slapped against her clit. I felt her hand grab the base of my cock as it bobbed near her face. Then she surprised me. I expected to feel her wet mouth again, but instead, she held the tip of the magic wand to the tip of my cock. The unexpected sensation made me shiver. She kept her hand and the vibrator still and let me pump into her grip. With each stroke, I could feel my tip grind against the buzzing toy. I pumped harder and faster until I was spraying cum across her chest.
~ ~ ~
I was lost in the memory until I realized someone was moving toward me. I looked up and saw a woman carrying a briefcase in one hand and a coffee in the other. She was wearing a dark skirt, a silk blouse, and a blazer. She looked like she might have been a business executive or an attorney. I could tell she was maneuvering into the space behind me, so I shifted slightly to let her pass.
Holding her briefcase and coffee, she turned sideways and shuffled between the other passengers and me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her blazer spread open and it was obvious she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts strained against the buttons of her silk blouse, and I could clearly see her nipples protruding under the thin material. I leaned away from her to give her room as she scooted in behind me.
With one hand holding my backpack and the other hiding my prominent erection, I was caught off guard when the train started moving again. I dropped my backpack to grab the pole, but I was too late and leaned back into the woman in the blazer behind me. I felt her breasts pressing into my back for a fraction of a second before I pulled myself forward to hug the pole again. Worried that I had made her spill her coffee, I turned slightly to look at her.
“Sorry about that,” I said with sincerity.
“No worries. It sure is crowded today,” she said as she sipped her coffee.
I nodded in agreement and turned to look forward. I put my headphones back in to distract myself and tried to cover my erection with my hand in my pocket. I was afraid the lady sitting beside me would think I was a pervert and call the cops. I kept my hips turned away from her as her eye level was even with the bulge in my sweatpants. But in this position, I would be facing a different lady across the train. I had women on both sides and behind me with a vibrating pole in front of me. I had nowhere to turn, so I opted for a slight angle that would keep me somewhat safe.
The next stop was uneventful. I kept my crotch away from the pole as the train was slowing down. Very few people got on or off the train, so there was little movement. I had two more stops before my station. If I could just remain still, I would be ok.
“This is my stop,” the lady in the blazer behind me said as the train started slowing. I picked up my backpack to let her by just as the train lurched and braked hard. The woman was still holding her coffee and briefcase and was not expecting the abrupt slowing and fell forward into me. I felt her breasts fully pressing into my back. The force made me take my hand from covering my cock and reach to brace myself. I felt her head on my shoulder and her breath in my ear as she grunted. Our combined weight pushed my cock hard onto the vibrating pole. I had been worked up before, but feeling her breasts against my back and her breath on my ear almost made me cum in my pants.
When the train stopped, the woman apologized profusely and exited. I could see that her cheeks and exposed chest were red and flushed. Probably from embarrassment, but in my mind, it was from arousal. My brain was spiraling with a flood of dopamine, oxytocin, and endorphins, so I’m sure it was my imagination.
“Keep it together,” I said to myself as I looked for a place to sit.
My cock was fully erect and creating quite the tent in my sweatpants. I was also leaking pre-cum, which would surely leave a dark spot in my sweats. I tried to cover my crotch as best as I could.
“Two more stops and I can get off this damn train.”
“One more stop, almost there.”
I finally reached my destination and prepared to exit. The train slowed to a stop and people started moving for the exit. With one hand in my pocket and the other securing my backpack over my shoulder, I moved in the queue line with the other passengers. Before exiting the train, I felt several asses brush across my hand as it gripped my cock through my pocket. I gritted my teeth and stepped off the train, almost running to the museum. As I left the platform, I made a mental note of the train number because this one was special. I repeated “train 8381” over and over in my head.t
The museum was only two blocks away, so I walked with determination until I reached the staff entrance in the back. I immediately went into the bathroom to change into my uniform and to assess the mess that I was sure awaited me in my underwear. Once in the stall, I dropped my sweats and underwear. Just as I suspected, the tip of my still half-erect cock was slippery and there was a generous wet spot showing in the front of my sweats. I grabbed some toilet paper and tried to wipe the deposit out of my underwear. I noticed a clear drop hanging off the tip of my dick. I held my cock and wiped the tip off. It started getting fully erect with the attention it was finally getting. Needing relief, I threw the paper in the bowl and wrapped my hand around my cock and started jacking myself off.
Moments later, I heard someone else enter the bathroom and step into the stall beside me. The mood was gone and my cock started deflating. I decided I would just have to deal with it later after I got home.
That day at work proceeded as usual for me despite feeling horny and needing a release. I would catch myself looking at the female patrons of the museum as I gave tours and answered questions, but I was able to control myself and my erection.
My shift ended at four o’clock and the evening crew started showing up about ten minutes early. I went into the bathroom to change out of my uniform and was relieved to see that the dark spot on my sweats had dried and was mostly unnoticeable. I packed my gear and headed for the subway station. It was crowded as usual, so I made my way to the last car and stood in line to enter the northbound M train back to Queens.
The next train slowed to a stop. The doors opened, people exited, and the crowd I was in stepped forward. I was happy to see my usual spot was open. I worked my way through the crowded train to take up my position against the pole. This was not the same train, and to my disappointment, there were no vibrations.
When the train stopped at my station, I hurried off and into my apartment. Thankfully, my roommate wasn’t home, and I went straight to my bedroom for privacy. I stripped down naked and started working my cock over with a tight grip and some hand lotion. Within minutes, I erupted and collapsed on my bed while cum dribbled down across my knuckles.
~ ~ ~
Wednesday morning, I gathered my backpack, dressed in my sweats, and headed to the train station for my morning commute. I was such a perv; I went commando and packed my boxers in my bag. I was hoping that I would be lucky and I would get on the right train again. The anticipation of having fewer layers of fabric between me and the pole had me half-hard just walking to the train. The first train was not the right one, so I waited for the next. I’d end up late for work that day but finally boarded train 8381. When the doors opened, I headed for my regular spot on the last train. Someone had gotten to it before me. I was a little pissed off at not getting to have my usual spot, but I had no real claim to it. Anyone could stand there, but I was looking forward to my newfound morning vibrator routine. I settled for another pole a few feet away and slightly behind her and sulked.
The woman occupying my spot looked to be in her late 30s or early 40s and was wearing a restaurant uniform. She wore tight black yoga pants and a fitted button-up striped blouse that accentuated her large breasts. She was curvy and voluptuous. She reminded me of the pin-up models from the 1940’s and 1950’s. As the train started moving, I noticed her breasts and ass bounce a little as the train bumped across transitions in the tracks below. She had several bags at her feet and held the pole with one free hand and scrolled through her phone with the other.
As the train slowed for the first stop, I heard the brakes engage. Excitedly, I hugged my new pole. I waited for the vibrations, but I felt nothing. The lady holding onto my usual pole suddenly dropped her phone, and I heard her gasp. She let go of the steel and rubbed her hands together. She obviously felt it. She bent down to pick up her phone, but when she stood, the train braked. Thrown off balance, her body pressed against the pole. Her arms and legs wrapped around the pole as her body enveloped it.
I felt jealous knowing she was getting full-body contact with the vibrations, and also felt bad for her because she obviously wasn’t expecting that type of sensation. I continued watching her as the train came to a stop and she attempted to collect herself. She regained her balance and removed herself from the pole. She took a few deep breaths, attempted to straighten her blouse, and checked her hair in the reflection of her phone screen. She glanced around to see if anyone was watching her, so I quickly looked away, not wanting to be obvious.
As the train started and stopped at each station, I would look up when I knew the pole should be vibrating. Part of me wished she would find another spot so I could take her place. Another part of me wanted to see this stranger enjoying the sensations as much as I did. I watched her looking for signs, hoping to see something.
She was maybe ten or fifteen years older than me and not really my type. She was wearing what looked like a wedding ring and wore a colorful beaded bracelet that was probably made for her by one of her kids. But there was something about watching her that was incredibly erotic to me. The thought that she might try to get off on the vibrations was as good or better than feeling them myself. The idea of watching her, catching her doing something that she thought was private, something she thought nobody noticed, was very exciting. I knew it was probably all in my head, but it was fun imagining that only I knew her secret.
After a few more stops, I could tell she was getting more comfortable with the vibrations. She no longer let go of the pole when the vibrations started up. She was actually leaning against it while she resumed scrolling through her phone. Then I saw something. It was subtle but I saw a hint of a smile as she repositioned herself approaching the next stop. It looked like she was pressing her breast against the pole. It was not between her breasts or off to the side against her shoulder. It was dead center of her left boob, directly across her nipple. I could see the soft flesh wrapping around the metal. She turned her head a bit and I could see her eyes were closed and her phone screen had gone dark. She was lost in the sensation, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
As the train stopped and the vibrations ceased, she opened her eyes. She unlocked her phone, repositioned herself against the pole, and resumed scrolling. A seat opened beside me with a better view of the woman at the pole, so I took it. I was now facing her from across the train with a side view. I kept my hand in my pocket to cover my erection and held my backpack in my lap to add further concealment.
As we approached the next stop, she moved so the pole was stimulating her right nipple. She was no longer scrolling on her phone but was gripping the pole with both hands. She had also turned her hips and was pressing her pubic area against the pole. I could see her hard nipples underneath her blouse. I was almost drooling from the visual display in front of me.
My hand was no longer simply in my pants pocket to cover my cock, but I was using the soft pocket liner of my sweatpants to stroke myself. I only hoped the backpack in my lap hid what I was doing. I looked around, and the other passengers were oblivious to both of our actions, so I continued watching, hoping for more.
Unfortunately, the next stop was where my voyeur fun ended. The lady I had been watching picked up her bags and started for the exit. I had two more stops before my station, so I got up to take over the spot she had occupied. I put my bag on the floor and searched for a different playlist while leaned against the pole. It was still warm from where she was holding it, and it made me smile a little.
That night after work, I slowly stroked myself, imagining the lady again. In my fantasy, she was the only person on the train and she didn’t know I was watching. Her blouse was unbuttoned, and she wasn’t wearing a bra. She held the pole with her left hand, and she cupped her right breast with the other. She held her breast out and held her nipple against the humming pole. With her back arched and hips tilted, she gingerly pressed her clit against the steel. Wincing from the initial contact, she pulled away but then made contact again and again as she became accustomed to the vibrations. I imagined her grinding against the pole until she was shaking from an orgasm. In my fantasy, she would notice me watching and hurry to cover up and pretend like she was just adjusting her blouse. Something about imagining her embarrassment at the pure lust she demonstrated in what she thought was a private moment made me come like a fountain.
~ ~ ~
I was starting to get carried away on my commute, so I decided to keep my distance from the pole for a few days. I still rode train 8381 when I could; I just took a different spot near the pole. It was difficult knowing the vibrations were there, and I was not making good use of them. I enjoyed watching people react when the train slowed down and the pole vibrated. Most people would recoil in surprise and move to a different spot if one was available.
The next Monday was an especially crowded day on the train. I heard there was a festival somewhere downtown, so I arrived a little early that morning at the platform. As I stood waiting, I saw train 8381 pull up to the platform. I also saw the lady in the restaurant uniform standing a few rows behind me. As I boarded the train, I saw my spot was open and worked my way there and stood against the pole. I saw the lady approaching me, so I offered her the spot. She smiled politely, declined, and moved to the seat beside me. There was only room for her to sit half on and half off the edge of the seat but she made it work.
I started to see a problem developing. There would soon be vibrations surging through the very pole that I was standing against as I stood beside a woman I had fantasized about. In an attempt to distract myself from the thoughts flooding my brain, I got out my earbuds and started an audiobook that I had been wanting to listen to. If I could get lost in the story, the ride would be manageable.
When I saw the first stop approaching, I realized that a few minutes had gone by, and I had no idea what the book was about. I was too preoccupied with anticipating the upcoming vibrations that I wasn’t even paying attention to the book. As the vibrations started, I leaned into the pole and absorbed the sensation. My eyelids fluttered, but other than that, I tried to stay as inconspicuous as possible until we started moving again.
As the train slowed for the next station, I was readying myself for the vibrations. I started to press my cock against the pole when I noticed the woman beside me reach out for the same pole to steady herself. Her hand was at the same height as my crotch, so I had to fight against the slowing momentum of the train to keep me from contacting her hand. As we both held onto the vibrating steel, I looked down and noticed she had her eyes closed, and her head was tilted back. In my hormone-filled brain, she was willing the vibrations to other parts of her body and soaking them up. I saw her eyebrows crinkle a bit and was fascinated by her expressions. As the train stopped, she opened her eyes and caught me staring at her. I quickly looked away and back at my phone.
I started my audiobook again, this time determined to pay attention and determined to make my erection subside. As the train made its way through the city, I focused on the voice of the narrator. I lost track of where we were on the route and was surprised when the train suddenly slowed. As my body contacted the pole, I felt the vibrations in my hand but not on my cock. I looked down and saw that the woman was holding onto the steel pole, and I was pressed against her hand. I quickly moved back from the contact and pretended like I didn’t notice. She didn’t move her hand, and she kept her eyes closed. When she opened them, she looked up at me and smiled, then rested her hands in her lap. She had to have felt my cock touch her hand. She didn’t look offended or freaked out or anything. She just smiled.
Before the next stop, I decided to lean into the pole before the train started slowing. I thought that if the woman saw me against the pole, she would avoid reaching for it. If she needed to brace herself, she would reach for another surface. I stared at my phone and pressed my cock against the pole and waited. This time, I kept the pole across the base of my shaft instead of on the tip. As the train slowed and the vibrations started, I felt my cock grow a little stiffer, and then I felt her hand.
When I am erect and wearing clothes, I prefer for my cock to either be positioned straight up and tucked under the waistband of my boxers, or to the side, pointing across the top of my right thigh. In public, I couldn’t reach in and tuck it vertically, so I was pointing to the right, directly at the woman sitting beside me.
I looked down to see her gripping the steel pole. She could have held it lower to avoid contact with me. She held the metal pole high enough that my cock was resting across the top of her hand and up her wrist. I looked at her face, and again her eyes were closed, and she had the same slight smile. I stayed in place, feeling the vibrations and the added excitement of a stranger’s hand.
She released the pole and stood up as the train stopped. I thought she was leaving but instead she inched by me. She avoided eye contact and moved to the next pole in front of me. I assumed it was to avoid another accidental touch. More people crowded on the train, which forced us to squeeze in pretty tight together. I covered my erection with my hand in my pocket again as my mind wandered to impossible fantasies of masturbating there on the train surrounded by people who were unaware of my movements. We were all so close together, I doubt anyone could see below my waist anyway.
I sensed someone moving behind me, so I hugged my pole again. The lady in front of me had moved back a few inches closer to me because of someone in front of her. She was close enough that I could smell her. The only thing separating us was a few inches of air and a steel pole that was going to cause me some major problems before the next stop. I was trying to breathe and remain calm.
As the train bounded down the track toward the next station, it gently bounced us passengers around. The steel pole pressing against the base of my cock and the constant movement of the train was getting me aroused again. Just then, the lady in front of me moved back enough for me to feel her ass lightly brushing against my cock. We were so crowded that I had nowhere to move and couldn’t avoid contact. The lady in front of me didn’t try to move either; she just stood there.
The train slowed and my pulse quickened. I was anticipating the sensory overload that was about to hit me. I assumed the woman in front of me would move forward toward her own pole as the train braked, but she didn’t. As I felt the vibrations start up, she pushed back harder against the pole between us, against me, against my cock. It was as if she wanted to feel the vibrations between her cheeks and maybe more. She had to know I was hard. She had to have felt it earlier when she held the pole, and my cock was basically lying on her hand. She definitely felt it now that she was pressing her ass against it. The sensation made me push harder against the pole and against her soft ass. We were sharing the vibrations from the pole while my now throbbing cock pressed against her ass cheek. When the train bounced, I felt like I was humping into her.
She slowly tilted her head back, and I almost put a hand on her shoulder, but I remembered that she was a complete stranger. All contact up to this point could be explained as accidental. Any intentional touch was out of the question. I was not going to cross that line, but she crossed the line for me.
As the train came to a stop, she reached her right hand around behind her to grab the pole to steady herself and keep from falling forward. As she reached for the steel pole, her fingers grazed the bulge in my pants. She had to push my cock away to grip the pole. After a moment, I felt her release her grip with her index finger and use it to trace along the length of my shaft through my sweatpants. As passengers started exiting the train, she released the steel pole and briefly wrapped her fingers around my cock.
I felt her take in a big breath and then slowly exhale. She let go of me and gathered her things before stepping forward to the exit. She never looked back at me. As the train left the station, I saw her walking toward the stairs like nothing had happened. I held my cock through the pre-cum soaked pocket in my sweats, trying to hide my erection and trying not to cum in my pants. It was quite a predicament.
I spent the rest of the day trying to process all that had just happened. I walked around work in a daze, my mind still back on the train. My boss actually offered to let me go home early. He said I didn’t have my usual energy and thought I might be getting sick. I stayed the rest of my shift and then clocked out.
After I got home that night, I replayed it all over in my head as I finally got some relief, twice! Even though the woman was older than me and not my type, the moment we shared on the train was intense, raw, and animalistic. I was not attracted to her. I barely even saw her face. I’m guessing she had a husband and a family, and was not interested in blowing that up.
I continued to enjoy my spot on train 8381 for the next few weeks until it stopped running my route. I asked about it and was told it was decommissioned for service and maintenance. I also looked for the woman in the restaurant uniform, but I didn’t see her again.
It was probably all in my head anyway. I let my imagination run away from me. It was just an accidental touch.
