Love Train

Love Train I'm a grad student (age 26) at a university near San Francisco. Recently I took a tripinto the city and unexpectedly had the most unique masturbatory experience of my life. I don't have a car, and to get to SF I have to ride BART. On the afternoon that allthis happened I boarded the last car of the train, just as I always do. There was only oneother person in this car -- a guy at the far end who seemed to be dozing. I sat down inthe very last seat and was, for all intents and purposes, alone. It had been a warm afternoon and I was wearing shorts, t-shirt and sandals. As it gotcloser to nightfall the temperature dropped quickly, and I had a change of warm clothesready in my backpack. I hadn't decided when or where I would change, but as the trainheaded into the trans-bay tube towards SF I decided that I might be able to change rightthen and there. I had time enough before we got to the next station and plenty of privacy;the guy at the far end was still asleep. My first inclination was to simply to pull my jeans and sweater on over the clothes Iwas already wearing, but it quickly dawned on me that I could just as easily remove theshorts and t-shirt first. I'm not an exhibitionist or a flasher, but for some reason theidea was exciting...being semi naked in a public place, with no eyewitnesses. I removed my sandals and shorts first, wriggling the shorts down carefully withoutstanding up. (I was not wearing underwear.) Then off came the t-shirt. I was naked!! Itwas pretty damn exciting, but also very risky. Anyone could have entered from the car justahead, or looked through the doors and seen that I was shirtless. It was just too cold tologically explain being shirtless, and I didn't want to arouse anyone's suspicions. Iquickly got the sweatshirt from my backpack and pulled it on. Now I was naked from the waist down, but had anyone bothered to look back at me they'dnever have known. My excitement again surged, and with it I felt a surging in my dick. Iwas getting hard! It had been a few days since I had enough time and privacy to jack off,and my cock was suddenly begging for attention. I'd never before made any connection between danger and sexual excitement, but here Iwas in the middle of a slightly dangerous situation and immensely turned-on. Somehow myhand was wrapped around my cock and stroking away before I even had time to considerwhether or not this was a good idea. I slouched down a bit in the seat and continuedstroking. Fuck, it was so exciting! This was the last place I ever expected to find myself mostlynaked, much less jacking off. I turned my head to the side and looked at my reflection inthe window. Jeez, there's a half naked guy on the train, jacking off! I saw my hand flyingup and down the length of my hard cock, stroking much faster that usual. It's a good thingthat I was so excited, because I knew that I only had a few moments before the train wouldarrive at the first station in SF. I turned again and looked ahead, still whacking away like a madman. No one was visibleexcept for the guy at the far end, and he was still asleep. I looked back down at my dick,and my excitement reach the boiling point. With one hand stroking my rock hard cock and the other reaching down to apply a bit ofpressure just below my balls, I stood up enough to aim for the back of the seat in frontof me. My knees buckled and I nearly fell over as the orgasm hit. Cum started shootingwith tremendous force from my cock, splattering on the back of the seat. It dripped downslowly, only to be joined by other volleys of cum. I must have squirted five or six blastsof cum in all. I wanted to collapse, to lie back and let all energy drain from my body, but therewasn't time. Suddenly terrified that I would be caught, I ripped the jeans from mybackpack and put them on in a flash. Almost as soon as I was completely dressed and hadtidied myself up, the train started slowing as it neared the station. The last thing I did was to wipe up as much of the cum as I could with part of anewspaper that someone had left behind. The guy at the far end of the car continued tosleep, oblivious to my actions. I pushed the crumpled newspaper into my backpack to bethrown away later, hoping that I had left no evidence of my deeds. But I imagine that itmust have smelled a lot like fresh cum in that car. Any similar experiences? Responses? Any other jackoff enthusiasts in the area? Write tome at: bigboner7@hotmail.com.