Monday afternoon was like every Monday afternoon/evening on the Underground - basically shite but what can you do about it as work beckons. Tonight's journey to Euston however is one I will have cause to remember for some time. I got onto the tube and managed to squeeze on between one nerdy looking chap and a youngish guy with state of the art ear phones in who was humming away to some music I couldn't quite make out. Unusual for the tube as normally the music from these head phones escapes and every has to listen to music. Anyway, I was wearing my normal suit with overcoat on and laptop rucksack slung over my shoulders; a couple of excuses later and I was on.

The tube moved off and the some 100m into the tunnel slowed to a crawl. I then felt a slight nudge against my groin which caused me to back off slightly and look down only to see headphone boys fingers stretched out behind him like they were aching from holding his shoulder bag against his side to prevent it from being opened. I assumed this to be an accidental contact and looked up. A few seconds later, there it was again, a very, very gentle pressure against my cock by this young guys fingers - so light you would have thought it was just your outer clothing rubbing against your trousers. Being bi-curious, I thought that this could not be accidental and when the next jolt of the train, I increased the pressure from my hips which caused me to move my trouser encased and ever so slightly interested cock, into direct contact with his fingers. They continued their very gentle rub against my hardening cock just as the tube started to slow down as it approached Euston.

We both moved towards the exit without a word and when the tube had stopped, alighted and joined the crowd leading to the escalator. Headphone boy made a causal glance behind him but did not make eye contact. I maneuvered myself directly behind him and pressed close to him as we started our upwards journey. The bag on his shoulder and my full length overcoat masked his hand as he deftly found the outline of my cock and began to squeeze it through my suit trousers. Some 15-20 seconds later we approached the top of the escalator and his hand was swiftly removed just as we reached the top and prior to walking around the corner to the next escalator. In for a penny, in for a pound I thought as I unzipped my flies and continued to walk behind him. As we approached the next escalator I stood close behind him and his hand, hidden by my overcoat, went straight to my now swelling cock. He gently massaged me through my trousers and then having found my flies undone, managed to get his hand inside my trousers and started to rub my now very hard cock through my underpants. I could see we were fast approaching the top of the escalator and at that point he dipped his hand over the top of my briefs, grabbed my cock and began to squeeze it and stretch it at the same time. I was in heaven knowing I was being wanked with scores of people around me but without any one having the faintest idea as to what was happening. We reached the Euston concourse and his hand was swiftly removed; I tried to speak to him but with his headset on, he made out that he could not hear me. Just then, sods law, my name was called out by someone across the concourse causing me to look to my right. Needless to say when I looked round, headphone boy was some 50 m away disappearing in to the crowd. Now feeling horny as hell, I had an uncomfortable train journey back to Milton Keynes with my cock sticking into my stomach, wondering what it had done to deserve being left untouched. More of the same true stories on the underground if anyone is interested.