I notice that a number of writers mention "inexperienced" jackers who accidentally perform so openly that other people know what they are doing. Here is a case that I personally observed.
We lived in Mexico City at the time. I was still in high school and daily riding the Metro (subway) from home to the school. The train cars were always nearly full and I would take the first random seat I came to. On this particular day I found a lot of young boys wearing the orange robes of Asian monks scattered throughout the car. I sat next to one of those orange-clad boys. His robe left one shoulder bare but in other ways his attire seemed to be just a large quantity of orange cloth draped around the young man's entire body.
Almost immediately the student-monk surprised me. He seemed to look at me, although I couldn't be sure. Maybe he was wishing that I'd left the seat vacant. After a few minutes he made a decision and piled a considerable amount of the orange cloth on top of his lap. Then he buried his hands in the resulting mound. Perhaps he had already been wiggling his stiffie when I interrupted him. But I was pretty sure things would get out of hand and this young practicer of asian stoicism would lose control of himself. Barring some interruption, he would find it impossible to resist executing a complete masturbation under all that orange fabric.
I watched, pretending to look elsewhere. The action began slowly with the pile of orange material bumping around sort of aimlessly. We were off and running!
The train stopped for a station and my masturbating seat-mate withdrew his hands from the orange mountain while passengers moved up and down the aisle. His fingers nervously squeezed and released the wad of cloth, apparently helping him maintain an erection while waiting for the train to continue.
Now he leaned as tightly as possible away from me, cramming his hands back into the piled-up orange lump. The pace of his strokes accelerated. The top of his lump began springing up and down at a galloping rate while the hands ministered to an unseen phallus. After a restrained start he was soon in high gear, compulsively masturbating at full speed, trying to hide his activity while his entire body vibrated with his strokes. He was banging his dick at warp speed, shaking his mound, his seat, and his secret observer.
Then... Then it was suddenly over. He stopped pumping and sat absolutely still for several minutes. No fireworks, no shout of accomplishment, no announcement of "I came!"
He rearranged his orange robe, first squeezing it around his dick and then spreading it out with a certain amount of care.
So. Was this an accidental display? Or was he pleased that I was watching every move? Did he masturbate while believing that nobody knew? Or did he do it for me, a gift to his seatmate? What would have happened if I had squeezed my own stiff boner?
Who knows!
A.S.
