Hooooooooooot Dog!

From: Short Irritated Jew
Date: Wed, Mar 24, 2010 at 6:39 PM
Subject: it happened again
To: The Asian Sensation

Guess who got their ass poked by an ethnic erection again? I DID.
Yeah.
JOY.

Going through that alone was terrible.
He was old and possibly drunk/high and homeless to make it even better.

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A few months ago, Short Irritated Jew (SIJ) and I were getting on the train for work.  Per usual, the CTA was out to fuck us so we were crammed into the brown line like Korean mothers in a St. John outlet store.  Right before the doors shut, a short, dirty, Hispanic man shoved in behind me.  I have nothing against short, dirty, Hispanic men as I hope to marry one one day; that is just the most accurate way to describe him.

He was behind me and I half looked around just because he was unnecessarily crammed up into my back.  The train was too packed for me to take a full look around but I did see his hand gripping the rail and I noticed his thumb was filthy, flat and triangular shaped- like it had gotten run over.  This man was just all kinds of sexy.

We rode along for a bit and then a song came to mind.  Next's "Too Close."  Step back your standing kind of close, I feel a little poke coming through...on you.  This dirty motherfucker's ranging hard on was hot dogging my ass.  Unless this is Berlin (the club, not the country), this shit is inapproprate behavior for 7:40am and he have not even bought me a fucking drink yet!

I would like to say that I turned around and decked him but you know, Lifetime movies are far more true to life than one realizes.  I would totally be the girl crying in the shower, holding herself, after getting raped.  After realizing that it was most certainly not his morning banana in his pocket, I just stood there, paralyzed for a few seconds.  Actually, my first instinct was to perch my ass out a little but then I realized I  was no longer on a high school camping trip, pretending to be passed out next to the hot senior who's slutty girlfriend didn't come along because her raging eat disorder kept her from any event that involved s'mores and twizzlers.  The bitch about anorexia is that  on one hand, it helps you get a boyfriend because you are so hot and thin but on the other hand, you lose them to whores that eat because they have more of an ass to perch out, you know?

So anyhow, I shoved my huge bag behind me to create some space between my ass and his hard, dirty cock.  It's amazing how in the throws of passion, an erection seems to last but a nanosecond but from the Armitage stop to the Chicago stop, it's the boner that just won't quit.  He must have noticed that I was not having any of it because he moved onto his new victim, SIJ.  He shifted over a bit and although she is my friend, fuck it, better it be her ass than mine.  I was wearing a silk dress and she was wearing jeans.  We all know what a bitch cum is to get off silk!  Honestly, I felt so guilty and dirty that I couldn't even look at her.

SIJ:  Um, when we get off, I have to tell you something...
Me:  Yeah, I think I already know what it is.
SIJ:  What do I do?
Me:  Just clench your ass and hope for the best.

At Merchandise Mart, about half our train got off (hopefully, the dirty motherfucker didn't) and SIJ and I scrambled to get as far away from him as possible.

Me:  Was that dude's boner digging into your ass?
SIJ:  No, I'm so much shorter than you it was digging into my side and practically locking me into place in the corner.

You know, writing this kind of depresses me.  It's been such a tragically long time since my ass has been hot dogged.  :(

A few weeks later, I was on the brown line to work again and I saw a filthy, flat triangular thumb gripping the rail.  I stuck my ass out a little...just in case.