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. The last glimpse I saw of him was him standing on the platform with his tongue out licking the hem of his top.I hope he enjoyed the taste. Gay porn . . . . …To get in touch with the author, send them an email. I don’t know how manage to stifle a moan as I came into the silky fabric. 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. I was glad to see that he was male.I took a glance at him. 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. I now had my back against the wall of the carriage just inside the door and I hung on for grim death not wanting to get
