Public Transport

Cute wogboy. White cap turned backwards. Gottee. Olive green hoodie. Big brown eyes. ipod. Snug pale blue track suite pants. Bulge to the left. Clearly. I saw him first at the tram stop, as we pulled up. He was miles away, listening to his music. He had a habit of touching himself, like wogboys do.

As he walked up to my seat in the tram, I could see the shaft of his cock. He sat next to me. He rocked to his music. He was warm, I could feel his body heat. He felt good sitting next to me. Solid. Present. Nice thighs. Nice hands.