Cyclist on a train

I used to live in San Francisco and commute on the train from SF to Berkeley then ride on from Berkeley to work another 30 minutes. Always wore racing gear. If it was going to be hot I would wear the minimum necessary. The weekend before this experience I had bought a sleeveless Castelli skinsuit. The bottom was black with yellow on the side and the top was white and yellow; the zipper went way down almost to the crotch. As I was trying it on in the bike store I had to take a minute to get the hardon down before exiting the dressing room. Because it was a hot summer day, I decided that it was a good opportunity to wear it. Before I left work I went to the gym and worked out the upper body, then changed into the skinsuit. No one was around in the locker room so I took a while to enjoy the post-workout effects. Left with a semi hardon and rode to Berkeley, thinking half the time about how turned on I was. When I got to the train, I had to stand by the door with my bike as it was quite crowded. Across the train from me was a very pretty guy with long dark curly hair. At the time I had long straight hair. He looked up and smiled at me, I thought just as one long-haired guy to another, because he went back to reading his book. After a few minutes, though, I looked back in his direction and caught him looking at my body in the skinsuit. I did my best to let him look without getting caught, but that started turning me on and I started getting hard. I had to take my helmet and strategically place it so that the other people on the train wouldn't see me with what was turning into a raging hardon. He looked at me and smiled again: he knew what was going on. After we got into San Francisco, the train started emptying out. We were at the end of the car and he was the only one on that end, so I decided I could move to a seat near him. I put the helmet on my head, which left my bulge totally visible in the black spandex, and steered my bike into the empty bike/wheelchair space and walked down the aisle to his row. He moved over to let me sit next to him and we started talking. He started stroking my hair and telling me how beautiful it was. This made me even hotter. He looked down at my bulging cock and said "I bet that is beautiful too." We started chatting about other stuff, then he reached over and started caressing my cock while we talked. After about two minutes of this I looked at him and told him he had better stop unless he had something to clean up with, because I was going to come. He smiled at me and reached into his bag and pulled out a t-shirt with his other hand, without stopping. I blew all over the inside of the suit with some leaking out. He discreetly cleaned it up, and at the next stop got out, but before he left he said "my boyfriend would kill me if I got your number, but the story will make us have a very hot night in bed tonight." It was worth missing my stop. Never saw him on the train again but maybe it was best to have that experience without any pressure. :)

Great story about train ride. After looking at your pics, no wonder HE got turned on and then turned YOU on. Thanks for the story.

Thhis has happened to me when i was on a bus in my skins mmmm, the guy followed me and we ended up in a toilet and he blew my 10inch meat really good and made a mess over his face with my juices and my skins soaked with the remainder of my juices fukin hot. Im gonna have to tell you what happened, mmmmmmm.

Ah, yes, the Castelli Effect.

story so magical