Riding the train sucks unless you can get a seat. I got on the train when it was practically empty, but by the time we reached the city the cars were filling fast. My commute is longer than most people, but at least I always get a seat. I have always preferred it this way, especially when the summer heat makes the train cars feel like the inside of a microwave. When it's hot, the sweaty bodies jam together like sardines in a can. Don't get me wrong, the seats aren't exactly spacious in a full car, but they are better than standing inside somebody's armpit. I like having a little plot of space all to myself. Last summer, however, the taking up a seat got me into some trouble.
It was a hot and humid Saturday, so I wore a sleeveless t-shirt and briefs. I was riding the train, out to find dinner and enjoy the summer air downtown. I didn't have any underwear on, and the cotton over my crotch wasn't exactly concealing anything. The issue didn't cross my mind until the train approached downtown. My car flooded with people, and the empty seats that surrounded me were snatched up quick. I pinched my legs together to make room for an older asian woman with groceries and, of course, a fat lady that overflowed her own seat and ensured I had no legroom whatsoever. I tucked my legs in and pinched my dick between my thighs so there wouldn't be a noticeable lump. It was not exactly a comfortable position, but I sucked it up and tried to stare harder at my phone.
People started to really pile in after a few more minutes, and soon the train car was loaded with people. The tiny air vents on the ceiling could hardly keep all that human body heat down, and the car became a sweaty can snaking its way through the hot underground. I was wearing what were essentially boxers, and I began to feel nervous that my sweaty ass would cause a stain. My ball sack started to stick to me, but I didn't want to reach down and adjust them in front of everyone. The car became so full that somebody eventually had to stand directly in front of me. The train had reached its limit. I did the polite thing and pretended that this random person wasn't pretty much sitting on me.
I eventually ran out of things to look at on my phone. I hesitantly looked up and my face met a pair of thick legs and a big ass with a short, white skirt covering it. Standing with her back to me was a girl in her twenties, taller than me with loose blonde hair. She was wearing a snow-white tube top dress that came down just enough to cover the bottom of her ass. The fabric clung to her hips and back, and I quickly noticed her nervous habit: she periodically tugged at the bottom of the dress as if it were riding up her ass. Her legs were strong and glossy with sweat, standing straight side by side like two erect trunks. I was not sure if I could.