I hate Monday mornings, in fact I hate most weekday mornings in winter when I have to catch the train and commute into the office for the weekly grind. I should back it up a bit and introduce myself. I'm Ben, a 32 year-old guy happily married to my wife Cara of 5 years. She says I'm her hairy stud, but whilst I go to the gym 4 to 5 times a week, I'm just me, a 6 ft pelted chested big butted dude that gets on with life. She often says, I love your big ass, which always makes me squirm and feel uncomfortable.
Like every other Monday I get the 7.45am train bound for Melbourne and there is never any seats, much less any standing room. I don't mind being assertive and pushing my way through the carriage doors, and then settling between who ever knows. It's the same deal every day. I squeeze my arms up so I can hold my phone to look at twitter or whatever social crap I can find. It's then that I feel a bump against my ass. First subtle and then bumping even when the train didn't sway that way. For some reason, I clench my hefty butt cheeks and this made the accidental bumps happen more frequently. Here I am thinking some dude is touching my butt and at the same time, noticing I'm hard as a rock and in tight chinos that hide nothing. At this point I am kind of relieved the train is so full and nobody is noticing my rock hard dick.
The guy in front of me suddenly pushes back as the train brakes, yup, he just got my full boner against his ass. Weird thing is, he didn't move away. I've got random dude behind me, bumping my butt with his hardon and now I've got guy in front of me grinding his butt against my dick. WTF?