I don’t usually take the MRT or LRT so I haven’t really seen for myself all of the interesting things that may happen in packed trains. Especially if the guy squished in beside you is hot. For pervy straight dudes, overflowing trains are a delight since they can discreetly grope pretty ladies and get away with it—if they do it right. In Japan, where there are train staff whose job is to pack people in tight like sardines, groping is a problem for ladies resulting in plenty of sekuhara (sexual harrasment) arrests. But the call of train groping is so high that there is (or was) a Train Cafe, where men can pay 5,000 yen to board a simulated train ride and grope the ladies all they want! In the Philippines, this problem has resulted into the ladies-only coaches. (Why can’t we have men-only coaches? Hehehe.)
Though I’m not normally a train commuter, I will admit that I have had a couple of gay-related experiences on the MRT-3. The first time happened quite a long time ago. I got in at Taft Station and stood at the back of a coach leaning by the wall separating the operator booth. As the stations pass, the train eventually got filled in. I noticed this stout guy standing just in front of me and a bit to the side and with his back to me. He looked like he was in his late 30s and he positioned his hand awkwardly such that his palm was in front of my groin. Whenever the train accelerated, he would purposefully push himself towards me and try to grope me. I was not turned on at all (since he wasn’t my type) and so I moved the backpack I carried in front of me to give myself reprieve from his clutching hands.
The second time happened several years ago. The situation was almost exactly the same as the first. I still didn’t find the guy making his moves on me attractive, but instead of avoiding the groping, I let him be. I got a hard-on as he was subtly stroking me through my jeans. I can’t remember exactly why I didn’t avoid the groping, but I guess the combination of doing something naughty yet still discreet in a public place, plus the thought that I was still in control of the situation, made me figure that it was quite harmless. The stroking actually felt really good. Unfortunately for him, I had no intention of letting things progress further than that and immediately left when my station came up.
Have I done any groping myself? Nope. I’m too torpe to do anything like that, though I have done the pressed skin-on-skin contact in the hope that there would be some pressing back in return. Unfortunately, I didn’t get lucky.
How about you, got any naughty train stories to share?