I saw so many of the stories here and just decided to write a story ; so welcome any criticism 
Sunshine in the Train
What a tiring day! I dragged my feet to the train station from a long day work. Work done for family, work for the boss, work of my own business were just so tiring. I went home alone and people dragged their feet like me and went home. that's not a very interesting life. Work from the early morning and then come home feeling exhausted. True, that's what my life looked like. At least, at that moment.
December, windy, cold, no one to hug with; and the New Year's on the way. I just could not help feeling sad. People passed me like bullets but I didn't know them. What's the point of life, I wondered. leaves fell from trees, wind blew the leaves away, cars were on the run. in such weather, I just thought of going home though there weren't so many things to be done at home. but still, I had a home to go to.
Into the station I went. It was just so natural that the compartments were so full, full of people heading home. they were just like bees - so many of them. I heard the the joy of laughter and looked there were a few rugby players waiting in the same direction. and they were in shorts, revealing pairs of muscular legs with golden hairs. How muscular their arms were and how beautiful their hairs were. My heart pounded so loudly I could heard the excitement from inside.
And so, I moved closer and closer. Ah, the train stopped and the door was opened. I remained cool and followed them and I was so successful that my face didn't move at all. not even one thing that suggested matters that people might read out of my face. And so, these guys went in and stood there, talking of their own practice and how very talented they were in the game. One of them flexed his biceps and boasted about his strength.
Two of them took their seats while some passengers left and gone off the train. The door was closed and the train started to move. These two guys sat down and their super short shorts revealed their healthy curving shaped thighs. With their marble like skin and golden hair that looked so fine and that could shine in my eyes. I got closer to those who remained standing. Then, someone left the seat, ready to be off in the next stop. I decided to take that seat so that I can "accidentally" touch their butts.
Their firm butts hung like apples in the trees right in front of me. With a slight movement of my feet, my bulge could easily fit into the crack in front of me. So, I fought my way to get even closer. Since the passengers were crowded in the compartment, I could easily manipulate the situation. I decided to take my move and my bulge touched the behind of one of the guys. My bulge hit directly into the crack covered by the colorful pants.
How wonderful it was to have my tool to touch the butt of a muscular hunk. The butt that I touched was so muscular that it felt like the biceps and triceps and abs. in that split-second, I was in heaven. then I sat down. These five or six guys were right in front of me. The one sat opposite had his thighs revealed to me. I stared hard to look up from the thigh skin to where the hairy forest was. The blood inside me flooded downwards. Oh, I've got to stop. Otherwise, they might know about it. With great strength, I covered my eyes pretending to feel sleepy and tried to make a yawn. Still, I stared at the feet in front of me through the gaps between my fingers.
After a few seconds, I put down my hands and looked to my left pretending to see if I had to be off; and turned my eyes to my right where the juicy butts hung near me. All their butts were against the laws of gravity and seemed to wave their sides to me. I almost stretched out my hand to have a firm grip on them. Stop! I told myself. By the time I realised I almost committed crime in public, my other hand had already grabbed my hand and stopped the lustful movement.
"The next station is..." the announcement was made and I stood up. A wild idea came to me. Why not touch that butt again as if nothing happened. After all, there were so many people jammed here, and bodily contact was not that a big deal when everybody took the train home. So, I moved and my sensitive part met that loaf of meat again. A warm feeling came to me when my bulge made contact. He pushed his butt and his crack sank more deeply onto my parts. I looked at him. He looked at his friends as if nothing had happened.
So, I left. And they left at the same station too. That guy I had contact with looked at me and gave a warm smile. Now, I finally had the chance to look at his face more closely. Ginger hair, thick eyebrows, big green eyes, completely shaved, messy hair, and a big innocent smile. Stunned, motionless, I stood there for a second and regained my consciousness. Embarrassed, I turned my head and took a few steps. He and his friends walked right behind me. Then, at the corner that I was ready to turn, some of these blond guys overtook me,. and I felt a pinch. I turned my head, a hand grabbed my butt.... His hand.
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Well, I think I will continue if responses are good. hope you guys enjoy this
Sunshine in the Train
What a tiring day! I dragged my feet to the train station from a long day work. Work done for family, work for the boss, work of my own business were just so tiring. I went home alone and people dragged their feet like me and went home. that's not a very interesting life. Work from the early morning and then come home feeling exhausted. True, that's what my life looked like. At least, at that moment.
December, windy, cold, no one to hug with; and the New Year's on the way. I just could not help feeling sad. People passed me like bullets but I didn't know them. What's the point of life, I wondered. leaves fell from trees, wind blew the leaves away, cars were on the run. in such weather, I just thought of going home though there weren't so many things to be done at home. but still, I had a home to go to.
Into the station I went. It was just so natural that the compartments were so full, full of people heading home. they were just like bees - so many of them. I heard the the joy of laughter and looked there were a few rugby players waiting in the same direction. and they were in shorts, revealing pairs of muscular legs with golden hairs. How muscular their arms were and how beautiful their hairs were. My heart pounded so loudly I could heard the excitement from inside.
And so, I moved closer and closer. Ah, the train stopped and the door was opened. I remained cool and followed them and I was so successful that my face didn't move at all. not even one thing that suggested matters that people might read out of my face. And so, these guys went in and stood there, talking of their own practice and how very talented they were in the game. One of them flexed his biceps and boasted about his strength.
Two of them took their seats while some passengers left and gone off the train. The door was closed and the train started to move. These two guys sat down and their super short shorts revealed their healthy curving shaped thighs. With their marble like skin and golden hair that looked so fine and that could shine in my eyes. I got closer to those who remained standing. Then, someone left the seat, ready to be off in the next stop. I decided to take that seat so that I can "accidentally" touch their butts.
Their firm butts hung like apples in the trees right in front of me. With a slight movement of my feet, my bulge could easily fit into the crack in front of me. So, I fought my way to get even closer. Since the passengers were crowded in the compartment, I could easily manipulate the situation. I decided to take my move and my bulge touched the behind of one of the guys. My bulge hit directly into the crack covered by the colorful pants.
How wonderful it was to have my tool to touch the butt of a muscular hunk. The butt that I touched was so muscular that it felt like the biceps and triceps and abs. in that split-second, I was in heaven. then I sat down. These five or six guys were right in front of me. The one sat opposite had his thighs revealed to me. I stared hard to look up from the thigh skin to where the hairy forest was. The blood inside me flooded downwards. Oh, I've got to stop. Otherwise, they might know about it. With great strength, I covered my eyes pretending to feel sleepy and tried to make a yawn. Still, I stared at the feet in front of me through the gaps between my fingers.
After a few seconds, I put down my hands and looked to my left pretending to see if I had to be off; and turned my eyes to my right where the juicy butts hung near me. All their butts were against the laws of gravity and seemed to wave their sides to me. I almost stretched out my hand to have a firm grip on them. Stop! I told myself. By the time I realised I almost committed crime in public, my other hand had already grabbed my hand and stopped the lustful movement.
"The next station is..." the announcement was made and I stood up. A wild idea came to me. Why not touch that butt again as if nothing happened. After all, there were so many people jammed here, and bodily contact was not that a big deal when everybody took the train home. So, I moved and my sensitive part met that loaf of meat again. A warm feeling came to me when my bulge made contact. He pushed his butt and his crack sank more deeply onto my parts. I looked at him. He looked at his friends as if nothing had happened.
So, I left. And they left at the same station too. That guy I had contact with looked at me and gave a warm smile. Now, I finally had the chance to look at his face more closely. Ginger hair, thick eyebrows, big green eyes, completely shaved, messy hair, and a big innocent smile. Stunned, motionless, I stood there for a second and regained my consciousness. Embarrassed, I turned my head and took a few steps. He and his friends walked right behind me. Then, at the corner that I was ready to turn, some of these blond guys overtook me,. and I felt a pinch. I turned my head, a hand grabbed my butt.... His hand.
---------------------------------------------- end of part I ------------------------------
Well, I think I will continue if responses are good. hope you guys enjoy this
