I've been a train conductor for three months. It's my first job out from college. I went to Hofstra on a basketball scholarship. I got this job through connections, and for being African American. There have been times when I felt lucky to have this job. Lucky compared to the crap I hear. Each day, I'd hear snippets of stories from well-dressed men and women who make more money then me. They are not happy. Their conversations revolve around each other's misery; with constant back stabbing; indiscreet manipulations with the goal to earn as much as possible. For a while I felt their pain; as I clicked tickets and checked their monthly passes; after two weeks on the job I brought that negative energy home. I stopped hanging out with my friends, used to drink to get drunk on beers, and get lost on my computer in endless porn sites, and empty conversations in chat rooms.
Eventually, I learned to build walls just to stop exposing myself to the commuter's anguish. The best advice I have is; go about your days without complaining. No one listens. Work as hard as you can. Ignore the hordes and their stories and focus on your life.
So, I now have this wall up. I started going out again. I even started playing ball for a local USBL team.
On the 9:23 from Penn Station, the cars were nearly empty. We had a problem with one of the doors as we tried pulling out of Jamaica Station. I was trying everything. The safety switch was stuck. A blonde pregnant woman with long nails, and her dark haired friend with too much makeup were complaining about how dirty the train was, and the amount of graffiti on the walls. I never noticed the filth. The cool November wind blew over them. I could see the hardened tips of their nipples under their thin sweaters. I was getting hard, and noticed them whispering to one another. I couldn't hide it. I tried turning around, but I had to use the intercom and stood sideways, giving them a better angle to my erection.
While I was trying to get the door closed and talking to the conductor on the intercom; the pregnant woman got up and shook the door a little. There was a piece of plastic jammed between the doors. She pulled it out and shook it in my face. The door closed and I said my thanks and moved on.
"That's all I get?" She said.
"What did you expect?" I said and tried to think of wet cold snow; just some kind of distraction to get my cock to soften up.
"A little more than thanks," she said and walked back to her seat.
Her friend got up and shook her finger at me, "You could've been a little nicer," she said.
"What would you like me to do?" I asked.
"Why don't you give her a kiss?"
"That's not appropriate. I'm not allowed to fraternize. You're passengers and I'm on probation. If I get caught kissing you - I could lose my job," I said calmly and tried to move on. I was flattered though.
"What's wrong? You never kissed a white girl before?"
I looked around. No one else was on the train. I never kissed a pregnant woman before, not that I wanted to, but I went over and leaned down to the blushing blonde and said, "thank you," and attempted to kiss her cheek. She moved her head to catch my mouth. Her lips parted, and I could feel her tongue slip inside my mouth. Her friend quickly reached over and started to rub my cock. My heart was beating. I knew I was getting into something I should stop.
The other woman unzipped my fly and reached into my boxers. She moaned a little as she pulled out my cock and flung her mouth down onto it. The pregnant woman sat back and spread her legs. She huffed out, "Suck it. That's it. Suck that big black cock. That's so hot." She licked her fingertips and shoved them into her panties. I watched the mound of her hand under the sheer peach colored fabric; rubbing her clit with one hand as the other reached up and squeezed her large right tit.
