[MM] A stranger in a train; my first sex experience.

I’m posting this story as I replied in the post ‘A guy in a bus’ in r/gaystoriesgonewild and wanted to elaborate a bit. As fucked up as it may seem, this happened about 9-10 years ago when I was young and stupid, and I didn’t think about guys back then, so this is the last time I thought as myself as straight.

I was living like 50km away from a big European city where I studied, so I had to take the train every day there. A huge event that I dont remember was happening, so the train was packed and felt like not a soul would fit in. But let’s start from the beginning; as always I was reading a novel to kill time, found a spot against a cornered wall where I was comfortable, but since I hopped on in my village, the train was constantly filling up until there was little space to move or read, all the train space was filled with standing people, around me girls that I despited from my uni, old couples and next to me and a huge man like a head taller, dressed with construction outfit. We got to the point where eventually the man was so close because there was no space. He moved and stayed sideways, his leg was slightly touching my crotch and I was literally trapped against my comfy space. Because of the movement of the train and the rubbing from his leg. I couldn’t help it, I get semi and start trying to move (which is worse because more rubbing) and can’t escape because the wall is the limit, so I try to be as subtle as possible with my almost-hard sausage. As relaxation didnt work because the rubbing was somehow stronger, I get completely hard and I’m super embarrassed because the man is for sure feeling my hardon (I’m not so small) severely pressing against his leg/hip. It’s confusing because the rub is harder – so I start to think it is in fact intentional and in my mind I’m screaming ‘oh my fucking god what is this’, but I keep thinking he musn’t notice, maybe he thinks is my book.

With the train fully packed I finally end up completely skin to skin with my stranger – my leg is between both his legs, completely stuck to one of them, we’re sweating. I remember being back pressed against the wall, and him grabbing my jeans up the butt, getting my inferior part of the body to get pressed violently against his – both cocks against the other’s leg/hip. So it’s real and it’s happening, and to be absolutely sure, he then grabs my cock and balls with force, measuring my penis, moves to be almost face to face, looking at me directly with his right eye at my left eye level. I’m completely blushed now, almost teary, I don’t know what to do, should I shout? This is kind of forced and I can’t believe it, but I don’t want to shout for it because they’ll notice my cock and I can’t believe I’m hard for a man. People is not noticing what happens because we’re all so close that everyone is fixed in an upper point of view, also my spot is helping and his body makes me invisible behind him. Eventually he’s eager to make a move after feeling me for a while and unbottons my pants, sliding the hand inside my boxers so fast and grabbing my sweaty balls while staring at me, smiling candidly. He presses his cock against my hip, rock hard. He proceeds and jerks me off slowly while he gets close, like bending to the wall with his face next to mine. He says nothing, he just stares. He touches my dick violently, steady and slow, moving all my skin down my cock, touching my gland – I’m nervous because of the people around and trying not to moan so I breathe heavily. I finally cum on his hand as the pressure is overwhelming. So much semen I can’t believe it, I could feel his breath in my face and that was too much. Then he removes his hand (I dont know where he cleant it) and just acted normal like nothing happened, just smiling at me sometimes as we got to our destination. He was waiting for me outside the train as I waited a bit to come out – I was wet and dirty and scared. I ignored him because I was feeling so damn disturbed, that was the first time someone touched my cock and I never wanted any girl to get there yet, I was waiting for ‘the one’. Of course that was my first gay experience too and I didn’t know what to do – was that rape? I cried a bit afterwards, but eventually started watching gay porn. I dont think it was conditional to ‘become’ gay as I had stories with a cousin that I knew were not normal, so I think this experience (even being kind of fucked up) helped me understand about my body and sexual orientation – I’ll never forget his face and the situation to be honest, it’s like a film that I can play in my head.

Of course never in my life I’ve seen this man again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6ipxiu/mm_a_stranger_in_a_train_my_first_sex_experience