My cock was twitching, trying to stir, like it didn’t quite know what I had planned for it. Gay sex Where the hell did this come from? Confused.And underneath it all… shame.Why was I like this?Why did part of me like it?Every time I shifted in my seat, or bent over, or adjusted my trousers, I felt the cage tighten, press, restrict. Just the faint, broken hitch of breath as he shudders beside me.He came. I can smell it now—him, thick and warm in the air.He came.And I wished I could have seen it… My cheeks burn. To not exist.The guy next door exhaled—long and low—and I heard the rustling of clothes. The cage refused. Acting like this was just a normal day.And worst of all?Even now—humiliated, pissed on, panicked—part of me was still hard. Even the faintest twitch met firm resistance. I know exactly what he’s doing, memories of last night flood my brain and I can’t tear my ears away.A soft moan, low and breathy, curls under the partition like smoke.All I can do is listen.It starts soft. I want to beg. Right fucking next to me.I bite my tongue to keep from crying out.
