From: man2man@netcom.com
Subject: Trolley (M/M)

	Crowded Trolley  m/m

	As I left the library to walk to the subway, I felt the oppressive
heat and humidity. 
All I had on was a tight white tee shirt and thin nylon jogging shorts,
but I was soaking wet
by the time I reached the station. To make matters worse, it was just
after five and I knew it
was going to be a long hot stuffy ride home.  It was a struggle to reach
the turnstile in the
crowd, and my frustration soared when I dropped my notebook on the stairs
and found my
trolley just pulling out.

     I calmed down when I realized  I would be one of the first ones on
the next trolley, and
had a good chance of getting a seat.  Suddenly I heard a voice behind me
say,  "Well there's
somebody dressed for the weather." I turned around to see a  smiling
dark-haired man in a
summer suit. He had a smooth handsome face, and I smiled back saying, "You
better
remove that suit or you might melt when you get on the trolley."  He
laughed saying, "I'm
not as brave as you, your one step away from indecent exposure," and
stared at my crotch. I
looked down to see my nylon shorts bunched against my sweaty cock. I
blushed realizing
he knew I wasn't wearing any underwear.

     The squeal of  trolley wheels on the track broke an awkward silence,
and everybody
surged forward to board the train. The two of us were first to enter the
rear door, but there
were no empty seats and we were pushed to the rear of the trolley by the
crush of humanity.
We ended up squeezed together face to face, perspiration streaming down
our faces.
Finally the door closed, and the trolley lurched forward. We grabbed the
overhead rail for
balance, and began to sway  from side to side with the rhythm of the
rails. Because we
were the same height, our groins lined up together, and the rocking of the
trolley caused
them to rub against each other. I began to feel his cock swell as it
pushed against mine.  I
looked at him, but he appeared to be absorbed in all the advertisements
above the
windows, however instead of shifting his body away, he moved even tighter
against me. I
glanced around; the person in the seat below us was reading a newspaper.
Everybody else
around us was staring blankly ahead stupified by the heat. I was
astonished that this
handsome guy was hitting on me with all these people around us. I became
excited and
aroused at his boldness, and as my cock rose, I pushed it against his.

     The trolley pulled into the next station and stopped. Through the
cries of, "coming
through" and the jostling at the doors, we remained tight together cock
against cock. Finally
the doors closed and the packed trolley lurched forward again. It began
its rhythmical
sway, and we kept in time pushing our cocks together. I could feel the
heat of his cock
through my shorts and I knew he could feel my heat. My cock grew erect and
was now
sticking straight out against my shorts. I was so turned on that I did not
care all those
people were around. I felt daring, even reckless. He must have picked up
on this, as he
raised himself up on his toes and squeezed my cock between his thighs, his
own cock
boring into my abdomen as we swayed together to the next station.

     We came to a halt about fifty yards from the station. There were
several trolleys
stopped in front of us, making for a long delay. He opened his thighs and
moved back, and
my cock sprang up.  Once again he pushed forward forcing my cock straight
up, its swollen
head nearly pushing out above the elastic of my shorts. Then I felt his
strong fingers against
my outer thigh just below my shorts. They moved possessively across the
front of my thigh,
till they were between my legs. Then he squeezed the inner thigh of my
other leg with his
whole hand. Suddenly he yanked my shorts. My heart started to pound when I
realized my
whole cockhead was now protruding above my shorts.  When I felt his hand
moving up
under my shorts I began to tremble. All day at the library I had been
struggling with my
thesis, constantly playing with myself whenever the going became tedious.
I had made my
balls so sensitive. Here they were now full and firm hanging down just
above advancing
fingers. It felt like an electric shock when he touched them and I raised
myself up on tiptoes
to get away, but the light stroking of his fingers felt wonderful. I
lowered myself down on
his hand, and his cupping and squeezing drove me wild.

     Because we were stopped, he no longer needed to hold the overhead
rail for balance
with his hand. He placed it on my hip, moving it across the front of my
shorts till it found
my cock. I could hardly stand it; one hand outside my shorts working my
cock, the other
inside my shorts working my balls. I felt his thumb and forefinger moving
up my cock on
opposite sides. I began to squirm as bare thumb and forefinger reached
bare cockhead. He
looked into my eyes and smiled and squeezed my throbbing cockhead. I
gasped and
continued to squirm as he rubbed the tip of my cock with his thumb opening
the slit. Precum
poured out soaking his thumb. He brought his thumb to his mouth and licked
it, quickly
returning his hand to my cockhead, again working the slit open with his
thumb. He twisted
my cockhead with his fingers, once more getting his thumb soaked with
precum. He brought
his hand back up to his mouth and began to suck his thumb. He saw me
looking at his
sunken cheeks, and started making slurping noises. What a tease! How badly
I wanted to
replace his thumb with my hot cock. He gave my balls an extra long squeeze
that sent me
over the edge. I tried to hold back, but it was too late, my whole body
started to convulse. I
grabbed his handkerchief out of his pocket and put it over my cock. I
groaned exploding my
load into that handkerchief.

     I gathered together his handkerchief and tried to properly fold it up
in his pocket. We
both started laughing. He grabbed my arm and whispered, "You know I only
live two
blocks from the next station, and I have something to show you!" I put my
thumb in my
mouth and began to suck it, and held it there till we both started yelling
"Coming through!"

                Bill
                Gilsstorys@aol.com