My answer to LPSG Question of the month (March)

My short answer to the question of "do you enjoy watching someone else masturbate?" is yes of course. I think it's hot to see people put their pleasure into their own hands and get themselves off. With the onslaught of online performers though, I find myself attracted to less contrived performances. My experience with watching someone self stimulate has mostly been online. Besides the inevitable self fap during a hookup i haven't really been privy to someone masturbating before me. However it did happen to me once and yes it was the first and really only time it's happened to me irl.

The first time someone stroked it for me was also the first time I was cruised. It took place nearly a decade ago during my morning commute. Beginning initially while I was on the metro platform waiting for my train. This was actually the first time I was “picked up” by a stranger looking to hookup on sight. At the time I was just coming into my sexual own and the handful of partners I had sex with were peers and friends alike. I had just turned 20 at the time of this encounter; a total novice.

It was a Friday morning. Typical morning rush. I scanned thru, got off the escalator and I peeped some available standing space I could wait at. I sandwiched myself an equal distance from both people on either side of me in keeping with unofficial train etiquette rules. I stood there, minding my own, waiting for the train to arrive, when suddenly thru my periphery I clock the guy to my left inching his way closer to me. It felt weird, mostly because he was not adhering to said rules especially the highly regarded “personal space” social convention we all seemingly lived by. I was only initially nervous, as my curiosity swiftly took over.

Careful to not substantiate his sly approach with a reciprocating glance of my own, I instead played oblivious as I continued to wait. A mostly futile play as he was next to me in no time. I played it cool for the minute and a half that we awkwardly stood there silently and strangely intimately close to one another.

(Remember, at that point in my life I had only hooked up a handful of times and never once with someone I didn’t know; an important detail considering how thick this guy had to lay it down for me to ultimately get the hint lol.)

Still averting my gaze, I took quick glances at him. Seeing this mystery person in the flesh helped humanize the figure my snap judgements determined was weird and creepy. With careful attention to not stare I was able to assess him. he was a couple inches shy of my height, latino, fit (from what I could gather thru the winter clothes) and maybe about 10 years my senior. Thus making me a 20 y/o to his early to mid 30s.

I finally relented and reciprocated his gentle gaze, which he excitedly received as an invitation to converse. He spoke to me in English at first. Complimenting my outfit and style a whole lot. He soon asked me if I spoke Spanish. I said yeah. Which seemed to excite him more. He was soft spoken, yet assertive and charismatic. He was masculine. He seemed intentional about his non descript styling and demeanor. The longer I looked at him the more struck I was by how handsome he was.

We continued with some more small talk during which I finally deduced that I was indeed being flirted with or at least solicited for something lol. He was very much a gentleman when we talked on the platform, taking his time engaging with me. Overall just very sweet plus he had an amazing smile.

A midst our ongoing conversation the train came roaring thru and I figured that was the end of a charming, albeit innocuous encounter with a man who lowkey was starting to remind me of my dad loll.

As the doors opened and the sea of people disembarked, this stranger and i happened to take divergent paths. headed to our preferred subway cars. A choice I was comfortable with as I felt a little silly being perused instead me being the one to do so, as i always had at that point.

Wading through the sea of folks we finally saw one another thru the crowd. Having locked eyes I couldn’t look away from him. He was just so sweetly intent on communicating thru his gaze and though I was uncertain of the message, before boarding my usual car, I chose to heed what I reckoned as his beckoning of me to join him.

Just barely making it through the closing doors, I excitedly began to scan the space for my petite king. It was quite the undertaking considering this train was also packed to the brim with people. I excused myself from my spot by the doors in search or a more central standing spot, when I noticed that there were several available seats. As I made my way down the aisle a handsome hand materialized tapping the seat before me, and sure enough it was him summoning me, this time with a gesticulation and not just nebulous eye fucking stares.

To this day, I don’t know whether or not he had saved me a seat on a packed metro, almost as if he knew I would follow him. Or if this was typical of these AM commuters to just stand by the doors. I choose to believe the former lol.

I had never been cruising before, so I wasn’t at all anticipating any kind of public play at that time. In fact I was still a little uncertain. A part of was expecting him to recruit me to some church or workforce or something. I thought at the very least we’d just keep chatting.

It wasn't until I was comfortably seated and the train took off that he became a much bolder man than the one I clocked him for. First, after taking my seat next to his, he man-spread so dramatically. Wide enough so that our legs would be touching.

His conversation and even his tone took on a slightly more audacious, commanding quality. He made sure to press his leg against mine in way that said, “heyyy do you get it now?!” I sadly still sort of didn’t.

He shed the small talk and started making direct statements about me. He then called me beautiful and grabbed my hand, gently splaying my fingers open so as to check out my manicure. After complimenting my work he then drew our hands downward but interlocked his fingers with mine as rested them on my lap. I thought it sweet.

He let go and with that same hand he softly slapped and squeezed the top of my thigh calling me thick. At this point he was unapologetically forward, which would’ve been a given, had I known he was on the prowl. My innocent ass thought I was being courted or some shit hahaha.

Remember all of this is taking place on a overcrowded subway car... some folks even lording over us, with total access to our progressive touching. In fact the more he touched me the riskier (and more exciting and arousing) it all felt.

His commentary towards me quickly evolved from suggestive to explicit. He was wilding out. He kept pointing out our differences. How I was queer and out of the closet and he was discreet and played straight. He thought it was hot that I was born here and he wasn’t haha. He was in control and his characterizations of us made me welcome that dynamic. It was giving very d4ddy-son vibes at that point… a known kink for me, so I was absolutely HOT at that point.

Anyway, dirty talk be dammned… lemme cut to the chase!!!

Ok, so cut to him grabbing my hand again, and fully placing it over the fly portion of his jeans. Making sure to cup my hand over IT. fully having me hold his package. Even through the demin he was wearing, I could feel his cock in detail. It was extremely hard. I ran my ring finger over what I presumed was the head of his cock and some of the shaft too. The veins and ridges like brail. He was definitely free balling.

I had never done anything like this, much less in public. And despite my trepidation I was welcoming every step of the way. As we approached the next stop, I began to loosen my grip in an effort to sit up normally and not get caught or whatever. Before I could even fully let go, he placed his own hands over mine. And without words, he let me know I had to keep it there. Again, I was game so I never felt violated. My hand rested there with his over top of mine, as the train made its first stop. We both looked onward trying our best to act natural given the fact that my hand was only a piece of fabric away from feeling his cock in the flesh!

Furthermore, idk if it was our joint grasp or all the blood required for an erection of his size but his crotch was warming up thru his pants. A real testament to the heat he was packing and the raging boner he was sporting.

As folks got off the train and we played it cool, he kept pressure on my hand down onto his dick, which he was purposefully throbbing for me to feel. Like a pulsating metronome counting down the seconds till the train could take off once again and we could resume this covert cock tease.

The “doors closing” alert sounded and he released my hand. Confused as to why, I didn’t ask questions and just slowly retrieved it, placing it back to my lap. As the train revved up reaching max speed, apparently he was going the same. Because next thing I know his gorgeous giant dick is fully on display. Just out!

Apparently in the matter seconds it takes the metro to go full throttle, he managed unbutton his pants, zip them down just enough to whip out what remains one of the prettiest cocks I’ve ever seen.

It was a straight standing penis, so totally erect it required no manual handling for it to pierce the air with stunning the poise the way it did.

His balls made a subtle appearance at the base of his cock thru the opening of his jeans. They looked engorged and almost too big to contain in those pants. His package was even bigger and better than what I had imagined. I was surprised such a compact man could haul all that meat.

Meanwhile his gaze had long transformed from sincere and flirty to straight lustful… in total heat. He looked like he was going ti cum right there and then. Like he didn’t even CARE that there were other people on this train with us. He just remained legs apart, cock at attention and eyes fixed on mine as he wagged the thing al fresco with nothing but a toggle of his thumb. He was confident, and with a cock like that I would be too.

It had to be at least 7-8 inches but proportionally it seemed so much bigger. He was uncircumcised with a relatively tight foreskin that still allowed for the sparkling jewel of a glans to emerge and boy was it a sight to see. It was the first cock of its kind that I had seen irl. With a more elongated oval shaped glans and a fully straight shaft, it was giving torpedo. The foreskin was especially attractive, it draped elegantly along the corona and tightly hugged the neck of the glans. But I was fully enthralled with that juicy head of his. It literally sparkled under the florescent lights of the metro. That cock was picturesque.

But yeah that dick was glorious. He kept stroking while making deep eye contact with me and again, this was a packed train. I was both mortified and absolutely seduced. I could’ve sucked right there and then tbh. In fact he had been seductively speaking to me throughout this whole thing and at one point described us kissing and how badly he wanted to do it. So my naïve ass went in for the kiss lmaooo. He stopped me and said not here.

That was the beginning of the end for me. He got me all heated but without any recourse. At 20 with my prefrontal cortex running my hormones amok, I was desperate for some action. I wanted to at least smell it. It was such a prolonged tease. And I knew this whole thing was getting him off. As he kept wagging that thing without any discernible discretion. I felt like I did more to hide it, than he did. I’d contort my body so no one could see thru from any other aisle seat. I mean, heck I was willing to hide the thing in my throat if the situation called for it.

The accidental primal attempt at Frenching this guy before 8 am on a train full of jaded commuters, was what really changed the milieu. In pushing me away, he used both hands and once he settled back into his side he quickly tucked his dick away too. Granted there was another stop approaching but I also felt a little humiliated. And even though I told him he’s got me hot and I wanted to do something about it, he was not responsive. Which was fine! I literally had only known this man for a total of like 30-45 min.


When I told I’d be getting off at the next stop regardless of its my final destination, he started proposing places we could fuck. All proposed destinations were out of my way. He said he knew of a place (which I won’t be sharing) where he could top me and no one would know. And I’m like… you’re talking a whole lot about putting that monster in me, and I have properly prepped and to this day I haven’t really thrived as a bottom, so needless to say I was over it. It was fun and I learned a lot. But damn, I’ll be forever haunted by that exquisite caramel cock, other wise known as the one that got away…

I was running late that morning as it was. And the longer we stayed on the train the more anxious I got about the whole thing. His idea was to get off at a stop totally out of my way, because they had public restrooms. I was down to a certain extent, but the further we got the more impossible it seemed. So I got off at the soonest stop. Oh I forgot to mention he let me stroke it a couple times. It was thick, uncut, beautiful caramel color and hard as a rock. Like I said… shoulda woulda coulda!



ps. i didnt proof read this, sorry. also, yes this is a true story
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