Sweet Moment with a Man in a Metro

Hello! I hope you are doing well. Before going into the story, let me first introduce myself. I am a 24 year old boy. Living away from the family in Bangalore, in order to study science (M.Sc) in one of the top colleges in India. I am a five feet high, slim, fair skinned boy with aspirations to pursue higher education and become a professor one day.

It was a cold evening in August, drizzling outside. I was returning back to my PG from an event. I had to take the metro from the place of the event to my place. I rushed from the place to the metro station to prevent myself from getting wet in the rain. I forgot to carry an umbrella that day. I was slightly wet in the drizzling and was feeling cold as I entered the station. I got into the metro, it must be around 8 pm in the evening and the metro was still fully packed. It was a task to even get into the metro. I could barely get the space to stand. I was wearing an oversized t-shirt and informal cotton comfy pants.

After a few minutes when the metro started, I felt unwelcome pressure on me from behind. The compartment was so packed that I could neither see what was poking me from behind, nor could I move aside to escape. Soon I realized that there was a middle aged man standing right behind me and he was pressing his body against me. He must be 6 feet tall, was strong, masculine and he had a good physique. I was trapped in that position and couldn't move away. I had to stay as it is, keep calm and wait for the next station so that people would get down and the compartment would get a little empty.

To my surprise, when the station arrived more people stepped into the metro than the ones who stepped out. So nothing changed for me, I was still trapped in the situation, where a tall muscular man was behind me pressing himself on me. Soon I realized that his right hand was on my waist. He held me by my waist, just above my belt. Along with this I could feel a strong hard thing pressing on my butt. It was his hard, erect dick which was poking me from behind. Initially I felt very uncomfortable. I was scared that, what if the other people notice that this man is pressing himself against me? Will they stare at me or laugh? But I realized no one was paying attention to me or to him. Everyone was standing in their place, waiting for their junction. I was also scared to stop him or remove his hand from my waist. What will I say in a metro full of people? "Sir please do not poke your dick on my ass." I had no courage to look back or to stop him. I was nervous, scared and trembling in my feet. So, I remained silent and still.

He started to slowly move his hips back and forth and grinding his hard cock against my ass. I could feel his cock touching my skin through the fabric. It was a long and strong cock I could feel. His slow and steady moves were grinding his dick across my butt crack up and down. I don't know what happened but I really started to feel wild, something sensational across my body. I was feeling like giving up on resisting his moves and submitting myself for his pleasure. And that's exactly what I did in the next second. I just leaned more on him and left my body weight against his. By now he must have realized that I have started cooperating with his evil plan, and now he had no plans to stop. His right hand moved forward and held me by my belly. He pulled me close and pressed his dick firmly against my ass. Hip moments and strokes had gained speed. I held his arms and started feeling his dick against my soft butt.

It was an unusual and new experience for me. I was never touched by a man like this. I never even thought that I might like it if someone treats me this way. It was a strange feeling for me. With his hip moving I could feel my soft small dick feeling excitement and pressing against the fabric of my undie. It had already started oozing precum.

By this time, I was fully enjoying being in this receiving position. His hard dick struggled against the fabric which was in between his dick and my bare ass. I gathered courage and moved my right hand to feel his dick. He slowed down to facilitate my attempt to touch and feel his dick. He held my hand and put on his pants where above his throbbing dick. This was the first time I was touching another man's dick. It was big, strong, hand and throbbing for attention. In comparison my dick was not even half as long as his dick was. But this fact of having a smaller dick than this stranger man excited me for some reason and made me feel sexier. I started stroking his cock slowly while his hands too started touching my stomach, belly, navel etc. We were two people, in a packed metro, touching each other in the most intimate way and no one was aware of it. It was a strange, exciting moment. I was breathing heavily and desperately trying to play normal.

During this I had no count of how many stations we had crossed. I was wishing that the metro would never stop and this moment remained as it is until we were living it in its fullest sense. But soon the next station arrived. It was not my station. But the next upcoming station was the one where I had to get down.

As soon as the train stopped, he stepped away. Adjusted himself and came in front of me. People were rushing to the door to get down from the metro. In that rush he held my hand and handed me a visiting card. He smiled at me, leaned towards me and in a soft voice said "It was lovely meeting you, dear boy! I will have to leave now. But please call me or text me once you get time. I will be waiting for your response." I was so nervous and excited in the heat. I also smiled at him and said "Yes sir, I will text you." This was the first time I was seeing his face. He had a beard, a middle aged man. He seemed like a decent and educated person; someone who must be working in a bank, or corporate or professor in a college, who knows? He again smiled at me, waved his hand and before stepping out of the metro he said "Bye, sweet boy. See you soon!" I kept looking at him until the metro door closed. I kept his visiting card in my pocket.

On the next station I stepped out. It was near my place but still required a ride. So, I booked a cab and reached my room. All the way I couldn't think of anything but about him. His moves, his throbbing cock pressing against my ass, all these scenes were repeating in my mind. I was still breathing heavily and feeling sensations throughout my body. I was wondering if he is also thinking about me the way I am busy with his thoughts!