Ignore him

Anything short of ignoring him is bound to get a reaction. You stare intently down towards your phone and place the other earbud in your ear. Still, even over your media, you can hear stifled grunts and the sounds of onlookers. Phones are pulled out, and people ask why no one has stopped him. Police are called with some of the phones, and others use the opportunity to record the spectacle.

You hold your breath, the smell is damn near impossible to ignore. Its a strange combination of body odor, musk and strong whiskey. Another grunt, this one more labored.

You see in the corner of your vision as his form quakes, and he stepped a foot closer to you, still beating his member. Another grunt. Another step.

He looms over you, the smell so strong you no longer bother using your nose to breathe, the sound of fapping ringing past the headphones. Another grunt, then.. something warm.

Down the back of your neck, and sprinkling in your hair is a yellowing glob, shot right from the sickening source. Then another, this one narrowly missing your head entirely, painting the back of the seat. Then another pent up shot. You're horrified, fight or flight has completely lost out to freeze. He unloads his stinking sack all over your hair, some even oozing down towards your forehead as it clings to strands of hair.