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. Damn! He was young, about 22, and his face was clean-shaven with freckles over his nose and cheeks. I allowed the swaying of the carriage to let me adjust my position against him, forcing him to turn slightly more towards me and as I traced my fingers to the top of his flies, I expected to find a zip but, to my dismay, I discovered buttons. I was enjoying this – and so was he! He slipped his hand out of my briefs and out of my flies. However, he made no effort to stop me. Meanwhile, he continued to brush and press his hand against my now erect organ, bulging hard inside my briefs, uncomfortably damp from all the pre-cum oozing from my own excited tool. He slipped his hand out of my briefs and out of my flies. Frantically, his fingers pulled at the top my white but damp briefs and his hand was inside them, releasing my bulging cock into his hand and slipping sideways in my briefs, across my right thigh.
