I glanced around to make sure we couldn’t be seen and slipped my hand underneath his silky top. Gay sex God, I hate the rush hour, all that pushing and shoving, no seats and always packed in like sardines.Today was no exception except that there had been lots of delays and the platforms were absolutely jam packed. I don’t know how manage to stifle a moan as I came into the silky fabric. His fingers now undid my zip and slipped inside my trousers and as I was not wearing underwear took hold of my very erect, wet cock.We both started to wank each other and it wasn’t long before I felt my orgasm on its way. When the train did arrive if you were not lucky enough for it to stop with the door directly in front of you there was no chance of getting on. This had an obvious effect in that my cock jumped and chubbed slightly but didn’t get hard, yet.The boy must have felt this and started to move his hands ever so slightly across the front of my trousers.
