Thanks for all the stories! Keep 'em cuming!

I'll tell of one that happened to me while sleeping. Well, almost sleeping.

I was on the last leg of a very convoulated trip returning home from college for Thanksgiving. This leg of the trip was in a cab. It was late at night and there were lots of people waiting for cabs and I was so relieved when I finally got one because I was exhausted, so I threw my duffel back into the back of the cab, crawled in next to it and half collapsed onto it. The driver stuck his head in the door and ask if I'd mind if another guy rode with us--he would drop me off first and then drive on to the other guy's destination, so I said 'sure' and went back to my collapse on the duffel. I was so tired that I didn't even really look at this other guy. That's how tired I was.

We started off down the road and it seemed like I was feeling something on my thigh where it was against the seat of the car. It couldn't be anything, but I felt it again so I turned and looked. The other guy appeared to be asleep with his hand casually laying on the seat with fingers up against my leg. It was kinda close quarters because my duffel was against the other door, then me, then him, with his hand was laying on the seat.

I thought, maybe he is up to something, maybe not, so I shifted myself in the seat so the leg he maybe was touching would be in an easier-to-get-at position, and I went back to 'sleep'.

It wasn't long before I felt his hand on the top of my thigh, moving sloooooowly in the direction of the crotch of my jeans. At least I was pretty sure that's what was going on, although I didn't want to look because I'd have to move in order to look. Ok, wondering is now over as his hand is now on my growing dick. It's running up and down the length of my dick, which happened to be to be pointing to the right, in his direction. His fingers then found my balls, one at a time, then went back to my dick and found the head of my dick--all this thru my jeans and underwear. He then leaned over and whispered in my ear: "I want you to fuck me -- naked."

I whispered back that I couldn't because I was being met by my dad at the end of the cab ride. He said it wouldn't take long, the he would pay for the cab to take us to his place first, wait and bring me and then take me to where I was being met. By this time the cab driver notied in the rearview that these two perfect strangers in the back of his cab were now whispering to each other nervously. I could see the fear in his face in the mirror, but about that time we arrived at my destination and I got out of the cab.

Not much of an event, except for the fact that it was the first time I had been felt up by a guy, and his hand knew what it was doing despite the jeans and underwear, and I liked it. I had fanticised for years, but wasn't sure I would actually like it. Now I knew. I liked it. A lot.

Did I mention that I liked it a lot?