Shielded slightly by my open overcoat, I was able to give him one or two exploratory brushes with the back of my hand against his leg. Soon though, after a couple more stops, the train began to fill up and it was eventually crowded enough to give me an excuse to stand closer to him. And I imagined his uncut dick, throbbing against his hands as he secretly played with himself through his trousers, behind the privacy of his plastic bag, so annoyingly still held in front of him. The colour of his eye-brows and eye-lashes, like his unruly hair, was pale ginger and I imagined his pubic hair was probably ginger too, with thick, wiry curls. His pale but slightly tanned and freckled complexion suggested that he was an outdoor type and I imagined him playing football in long white socks and silky shorts nothing on underneath of course running with youthful energy, then tripping and sliding on the wet, muddy grass so that his shorts rode up his pale but muscular thighs, revealing the dimpled cheeks of his ass, and perhaps even a glimpse of his flopping tackle, as he rolled over in the mud to regain his footing. He was about 22 and around 5’ 6” tall what you’d call “dinky”, I guess.
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I decided that he was perhaps a bit shy and as the train rattled on, I began creating a make-believe background for him. He was either very sexually aroused or he was frightened by me looking at him. Gazing into them, they were like the hidden depths of huge black pools. Those pale-blue eyes were big and gorgeous his lashes, like his hair and eye-brows, were a pale ginger and I noticed that his pupils were incredibly dilated. Unfortunately, the train wasn’t quite crowded enough to give me an excuse to stand close enough to touch him at first but as we travelled on, our eyes kept meeting in that ‘knowing’ way while he kept his hands crossed in front of himself, still holding his plastic carrier bag. After all, first thing in the morning, young, bored and horny, what young man wouldn’t, in the same circumstances? As we moved forward towards the train doors, I caught a tantalizing glimpse of something interesting in those baggy beige cotton trousers that suggested that he might have been playing with himself while standing there with his hands crossed in front of himself. When the train came in, I maneuvered myself so as to get on next to him. As I glanced sideways to look at him, he pretended to ignore me he was standing with his hands crossed in front of him, holding a small plastic carrier-bag. “He’s definitely one of us!” I thought to myself and I arranged to casually stand a few yards away from him, facing the platform edge. He was short and rather cute.Īs I passed him, our eyes met for just too long. He was young, about 22, and his face was clean-shaven with freckles over his nose and cheeks. What struck me about him was his short, unruly pale ginger hair, strikingly pale-blue eyes and his baggy beige cotton trousers, worn below a plain white polo shirt and a green blazer. I saw him out of the corner of my eye as I passed him on the platform. Then read my story Baggy Trousers - A Tube Encounter
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How often have you stood on a crowded tube train, pressed hard against a cute sexy guy like this?