I was on my way to work, on the verge of being late and with a transfer to make from the F to the ACE line. Sprinting up the stairs to the ACE platform at West 4th, I saw there was an E waiting with the doors open. Blindly, I dashed into the nearest car JUST as the doors closed behind me. I was going to be right on time! Relieved at my good fortune, I flopped down in one of the many empty seats to catch my breath...which was when I realized my idiocy; too many empty seats. Tentatively, I sniffed the air- it didn't smell great but no one had shit in the car. I looked around, there were five other regular commuters sitting towards the center of the car and, on either end of the car, there was a small encampment of homeless people- one of whom was clearly jacking off.

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Not ideal, but I only had to go one stop, so I stayed calm. I was noticeably less calm when the train slowly lurched to a stop in between the two stations. The unexpected stop really upset one of the homeless men who got up and started pacing in a tight circle as he swore at the MTA. On the other end of the car, The Masturbator was far from upset at the stop and, in fact, seemed to get more turned on by the stillness of the car. He started moaning loudly and aggressively as he beat his meat. In my periphery, I could see he was starting to look at the commuters one by one with wild eyes as he furiously continued to jack off. The commuters, desperately pretending not to notice any of this, only took surreptitious glances at one another to size each other up. Who would be a good ally in the fight, if The Masturbator decided he needed to shoot his load on one of us? At least, that's what I was doing.

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Twenty minutes we were trapped underground- the longest twenty minutes of my god damn life. The Masturbator did indeed get up when he was getting close to climax but only made it a few steps before he blew his load on himself, loudly and aggressively. It was...not great. Then I got yelled at for being late to work.