He held himself up holding onto the silver pole. The crowd around him was pressed so tight Sean couldn't have fallen anyway. The group he came with were all over the car, some smiling, others talking and one or two still singing selections from the concert.
Sean was still catching his breath. It had been scary exciting and totally draining. If he told anyone nobody would believe him. But it was part of his life now, a memory if not a fantasy he'd try to re enact but without the same thrill the unexpected had instilled in him.
"That's what you're wearing?" Cicily asked when he opened the door.
"Sure why not, its going to be hot" he explained. The others behind him were grabbing wallets and te shirts ready to pile out of the apartment they all shared to join Cicily and her friends to subway to the Garden for the concert.
"Well, you'll be lucky if you aren't raped" Cicily said admiring her boyish friend.
Sean was smooth, blonde and indeed boyish. But he was also a risk taker. He had stood naked in the bedroom with the two others who were dressing. He grabbed the bib overalls and pulled them up his legs deciding not to wear anything else.
They were old, worn and buttons missing from the sides. One could see his bare hips and when he bent forward see his lack of underwear too.
"Shit man that's hot" Aaron said looking at his boyish roommate in his biboveralls.
Sean pulled on the old military boots he bought from the surplus store and laced them up. He felt sexy, hot, good adn ready to join the throngs in the pit at the concert.
The crowds pressed against them in the subway, against each other in the pit in the Garden and throng around them as they stopped for Nathan's late night hot dogs.
The ride home was even crazier as crowds from theaters, stores, restaurants and concerts squeezed onto the subways heading to their respective homes.
Sean moved among the strangers being pushed to one end of the subway car. His friends were elsewhere. He was stranded by the shaking ride and the unknown men and women who surrounded him.
He felt hands on him as people moved in the car. It didn't alarm or surprise him. And if he were honest it felt good. His bare waist shoulders and arms being touched.
Then a hand moved forward under the cloth finding his hard cock. He tried to turn around but the crowd wouldn't let him. Sean gasped knowing what the hand was doing as it began to stroke him.
Sean was more worried about anyone seeing what was happening then the strange hand sexing him.
He cried out but nobody paid attention. The hand moved behind him and found a way to enter him. Was it the same person whose other hand was jacking his dick? He didn't know.
He wished he were naked and being fucked by a cock instead. Sean had fantasized about his roommates doing just that. But he was too hesitant to initiate any such activity though he wanted to taste Aaron's meaty cock to be sure.
Sean moved his body, he had no option. So actually the hand and finger that were pleasureing him were in control and his body merely reacting.
Despite the hot, body aromatic air, he gasped air deeply. His body ached for more. The mysterious hand seemed to know that or sense it or see it. Sean was moving his hips and his body.
Sweat poured from his armpits as it had done when crammed in the pit at the concert. His chest was sweating too and he felt the persperation flow from his legs as well.
"Shit shit shit" he said repeatedly. Sean knew his body was moving towards the moment he feared and desired.
The hands quickened their action.
Sean could have reached down and stopped them but he didn't. It felt too good, his body demaned he enjoy it.
Like a stream of hot lava his sperm pulsed through his gut and out the tip of his penis down inside the billlowy denim legs of his bib overalls.
He barely held himself up.
Before Sean realized it the hands were gone from him. He twisted his head and saw nobody or at least saw nobody that might have had their hands inside his clothing.
Old women, grizzly men, two women chatting, a black young guy reading a newspaper held high above the crowd, others here and there.
He recovered slowly.
The subway car lurched as it began to grind to a halt.
It was Sean's stop. His roommates and friends would push and shove their way out from the crowd and Sean would follow.
Perhaps that night, when the darkness bolstered his bravery and his bedroom mates receptivity, it would be time.
He shook his leg. It was still wet. His gut quivered nervously knowing what had happened and what was ahead.