Cute guy on the metro

Another day on the metro, sitting in a crowded car. I looked up from my phone to find a stunning young guy in front of me, grabbing his bulge, right there at my eye height. He didn't have his hands down his shorts, but otherwise it was about as explicit as its possible to be, as though he was repacking his lunchbox, so to say. It was such a classic unconscious 'dude' thing to do. I'm sure we've all done it when it gets a bit sweaty and tangled down there.made me smile. We are both 18+

I couldn't take my eyes away as he manoeuvred his equipment in front of me. I glanced up to his face. Cute. Bumfluff moustache over full lips and mop of curly dark hair. He met my eyes and I could tell he had seen me checking his bulge. He'd caught me out. gave him a quick nod and little smile. He held my gaze, gave a little frown, which could have been annoyance or confusion, or anything. I couldn't tell.

The smallest gestures and expressions count for so much in situations like this. His eyes were flashing with expression but I couldn't be sure...

The crowd shifted and he moved down the car and sat opposite me a few seats down. I went back to my phone, but when I glanced over, our eyes met again. This time it was him who felt caught out. He quickly looked away. This happened twice more. I couldn't tell if it was one of those awkward 'whose looking at who's situations. But then next time there was a subtle shift. He wasn't frowning. He looked... interested? I felt pretty certain that now we were officially cruising. I parted my legs a little and put my hand down in my crotch, using my thumb to slowly stroke my cock. It's the sort of gesture only someone who is actually watching would notice.

He noticed. His mouth opened in a kind of wtf expression. I stared directly down at his crotch as a come-on. This guy was packed, or boning. It looked good. But he shifted a coy hand over it. Damn!

Not so coy though. After a minute or so his fingers started moving ever so slightly. Our eyes locked again, and there we were, both subliminally 'micro jacking' in a crowded metro carriage.

The secret shared act in such a public place was a huge turnon. I was using just my thumb on the rim of my glans to edge and by the time my stop came up I was totally boned and leaking. When I went to pass him he got up and stood in my way. I thought I was maybe in for trouble. He suddenly leaned forward and whispered, "What the fuck dude?!"

It occured to me he had no idea what had been going on. Maybe a cruising virgin? I gave him non-committal shrug.

He whispered again, "Fuck dude? Hot!"

"It's called cruising bro. Yeah. Hot!" The back of my hand brushed his bulge as I moved past. He didn't flinch.