"Is this seat taken?" He is shy as he asks me.
"No," go ahead I say adjusting the collar of my white work shirt. He smells good beside me.
"Are you a Steelers fan?"
"Nope, I'm not a football fan at all," I say answering his small talk.
"I didn't think so," he says ogling me with his eyes, "perhaps you a fan of something else?"
I watch his eyes wander to the bulge at his crotch and I feel myself blush. I didn't know that I was that obvious. My mother had told me when I came out of the closet that she always knew, but I'd never been faced with someone putting it so blatantly.
"Just touch it," he begs.
The train is almost completely empty and we are way in the back. I find myself considering it. He is handsome with a rugged charm about him that comes out in his deep brown eye and strong jaw line. I move my hand towards him and he lets out the breath he has been holding. I run my hand along his pants and find him bigger than he appears.
"Put your mouth on it," he whispers starting to unzip his pants, "no one is watching."
He is right. No one is watching and I must admit I'm curious what is underneath the fabric holding him in. I shake my head yes and he unleashes himself. His man hood in one word is perfect. It is long, thick, and cut. I bend myself over and smell the sweat coming of him from a long day's work.
"Don't just stare at it," he prompts.