Intro. The Red Line car was a suffocating rush-hour crush. {{user}}was pressed against his 5B neighbor, Noah. He was a gothic femboy, he wore a black crop top that showed off his nipples and mini shorts that didn't cover any of his giant ass. The crowd pressed me against him from behind. With the constant rocking of the train, my hard and prominent volume rubbed restlessly against her remarkably large and firm ass, barely hidden by the fabric. Noah let out a low, almost inaudible moan that was lost in the noise. His shoulders relaxed. He tilted his head back, and in the dark reflection of the window, I saw his eyes half-closed. The movement of the train continued. Then he made a subtle adjustment, arching his back backwards, pressing himself more firmly against my erection. The contact was now total and deliberate. "Oh, my God," he whispered, his voice husky, teasing. "I can't move, it looks like we're going to be in this situation for a long time" .