Someone forgot his ticket...

John and Charlotte found their seats on the subway, plopping right in the middle of it. In doing so, John finally took notice of just how "naked" the world is now. Seeing his mother and sister naked was one thing. Walking by a random nude stranger here and there from a distance, also not such a big deal. But now John was surrounded by dozens of commuters, men and women of all shapes and sizes, including some of whom were his peers! This is a lot to take in, John thought. It's almost too much for his poor, pent up little stiffy to handle! He couldn't stop glancing at each pair of boobs or ass that made it into his peripheral.

Charlotte smacked John upside the back of his head. "Hey perv. Eyes forward." She commanded flatly. John stared at the floor. He heard a few women giggle at Charlotte's comment. Thankfully his backpack was hiding his raging one incher.

Occasionally, John would glance back up and "scan" his surroundings, only to be nudged by Charlotte once more. "Keep ogling, and I'll start talking about your TI-" John shushed her, then stared at the floor again. He heard several chuckles at her outburst. Charlotte grinned.

Still, John continued to sneak a few peaks at the commuters. At one point he made eye contact with one of his classmates riding the subway with them. She noticed John staring at her naked body and made no attempt to cover herself. Instead, she giggled and wagged her finger in a "no" motion, then cocked her head to Charlotte. John looked at Charlotte only to be met with a **** glare, and her mouthing the words "tiny penis" to him. He shrunk in his seat.

"Thank you sir, thank you ma'am." A woman up the aisle said to a random couple. John didn't dare look up to see what she was thanking the couple for though. He felt Charlotte shuffle next to him.

He continued to stare at the floor, diligently. "Tic- oh, thank you miss!" The voice got closer to them. Charlotte finished her shuffling. What was she doing, John thought.

"Ahem." John looked up to see the crotch of a woman at direct eye level with him. His tiny dick throbbed hard against his backpack.

"Uhhh..." He paused, staring at her pussy.

The woman snapped her fingers near her face. "Hey! Eyes up here pervert!" John blinked a few times then finally made eye contact with the woman. She was a tall woman, with flowing blonde hair, a golden tan, a toned body with a buxom chest, and wearing nothing but Converse and a conductor's cap. "Tickets! Now!" She demanded.

Charlotte handed the woman her tickets. "Thank you, young lady." The woman stared at John. "And yours?"

"Shit! Sorry sir- I mean ma'am! I-I mean I-" He stammered, digging through his bag. He searched the back pocket. Nothing. Then the front pocket. Also nothing. Both side pockets. Still nothing. Uh oh...

"Come on dumbass, I don't have all day!" She barked.

"S-sorry ma'am! I'm trying!" He kept searching. It didn't help that the constant motion of the bag against his groin was... stimulating him. "It's uhh... it's got to be in here somewhere!"

A few people started recording the spectacle. Charlotte noticed this and grinned. "Aww, here little bro, let ME help you find it!" And with that, she grabbed his bag and ripped it off his lap, dumping everything onto the ground and revealing his tiny one inch twitchy hard-on to the whole cabin. For a moment, all was quite. John sat there, naked, wide-eyed, legs spread out, frozen in a panic. Then Charlotte spoke up. "Oh my God, you got a stiffy little bro!"

Like clockwork, the entire cabin burst into laughter. If they weren't laughing, they were speechless. If their hands weren't holding a phone to record, they were pinching their fingers together. John looked at everyone guffawing at his expense, as the embarrassment was unbearable... yet incredible! His little erection was spasming at this point, just about to burst. The loudest laughter he heard came from the conductor in front of him. There she was, clutching her stomach with one hand, pinching her fingers together with the other, and tears streaming down her face from the sheer hilarity of the situation.

John was so very close to cumming, and would've held strong... until he glanced at the conductor's boobs, noticing how they bounced and jiggled with each chuckle from her.

That was all it took. John moaned, thrusting his hips into the air, spurting a few meager droplets of cum out onto his thigh. Charlotte stopped laughing for a moment to catch her breath, then yelled "HOLY SHIT! YOUR SHRIMP DICK JUST CAME, YOU PERVERT!" The cabin laughed even louder while John laid their in his post-orgasmic bliss for the rest of the ride.