Toudou on the Train
The weather forecast couldn't be better. Partly cloudy, chance of rain: 10%. Optimal conditions for a good climb! Currently, the sun was making its appearance felt, but the scattered cotton candy in the sky promised that it just wouldn't get too hot.
Toudou Jinpachi sighed, satisfied. The train taking him to Chiba was fast, but his climb today was going to be even faster! For sure he will come out first, and then... His brain skidded around the idea of what he would like to do to Maki-chan as the victor. No, he did not just think of... excessive skinship. He did not!
Something in his tight pants lightly twitched. Toudou pulled his jacket down self-consciously.
More and more people got on the train with each stop, so Toudou had to carefully support his bike in the designated place, and make sure he is not pushed around too much.
How much longer? About 5 stops... Toudou shifted his weight from one foot to the other, and continued imagining the afternoon's time with Makishima. They could rest on top of a hill after their one-on-one race, and look at the clouds, and...
Toudou jumped as a hand brushed his behind. It was getting too crowded for comfortable daydreaming!
He was probably imagining things, but the hand seemed to hover over his thigh now. He tried to move away from the person behind him, but the only option was to inch even closer to the bicycle, to the point that a tire was rubbing against his knee.
Toudou clutched a handlebar, and tried to twist his body away from the fingers which were now brushing shamelessly against his butt crack. Toudou's ass cheeks involuntarily squeezed and now there was no doubt this was a pervert, as there was some heavy breathing above and behind him.
Toudou's mind was a blank, as it was his first experience of the kind. He'd thought he'd not have to worry, being a guy, and that this mostly happened to cute and shy girls, for some reason the Gravure idols of Maki-chan came to mind, actually, even though they didn't look all that shy, and yes, his brain was slowly going into overdrive...
He mentally yelled, 'Maki-chaaaaan!', as the hand snaked in between his legs and caressed his front for a second, before going back to prodding his firm ass cheeks.
"...agh," his throat had closed in and he couldn't speak, the faint low sound of his suffering almost inaudible. The situation was doubly embarrassing as he was now three stops away from his destination, and Maki-chan would surely be waiting for him at the station, and he, Toudou, should in fact be yelling out loud, but he just couldn't.
Toudou's lips were trembling, as he literally hugged his road racer. The hand was now tracing his spine, and the fingers were very appreciative of his lean, well-toned body, straying to glide over his waist at the end, the long nails scratching the fabric.
Long nails. It was a woman! Toudou swallowed, but his mouth was still dry. 'Maki-chaaaAAAAN!,' his mental calls increased in volume and distress. 'SAVE ME, MAKI-CHAN!'
Two stops. He was getting off soon. His whole body felt like it was paralyzed, though. A second hand had quietly joined the first and his butt was being gently massaged and lightly scratched... Ugh, and doubly ugghhh! He was beginning to get a reaction, too. Just a bit, but! What would Maki-chan say if he saw? Toudou was trembling and inaudibly whimpering now.
What if he lost the race and his carefully thought-out plan fell through, too? This thought brought about some willpower back to his limbs. Toudou took a deep breath, tried his best to ignore the stranger's hands, and pulled his bike sharply towards himself.
The bike came off the wall rack, and Toudou promptly collapsed on top of the person who was subjecting him to such unwanted attention, bike handlebars still tightly gripped. Her frame was bony, but he could undeniably feel her breasts against his head now.
'S-ssorry!' He scrambled off the person, not managing to take a look, and dove for the opening doors, bike and all. Since no one wanted to be crushed by a looming bike, he was let out relatively easily.
Letting the bike assume its normal position again, front wheel touching the ground, Toudou took a deep breath, shuddering from head to toe at the quickly emptying from other passengers station. The train had closed its doors and was departing, slowly gathering speed, swiftly taking his harrasser away with it.
Toudou collapsed on a station chair, the bike left leaning on the wall next to him. He took out his phone, hands still shaking. He hit '1', and the phone of his number one (rival) started ringing, one station away.