To The Guy Sitting Opposite Me On The Tram

To the guy sitting opposite me on the tram yesterday morning, thanks for the perve so early in the morning. It does the heart good... well, it does some muscle good.

I'd found a seat, as I usually seem to, and I first noticed him when he was standing in front of me with his back to me, his grey trousers just seemed to float on his narrow hips and sexy arse. You know what I mean, pants that cling to a guy's hips, but just seem to float on all of his other contours.

Then he turned around and stood next to me, his crotch was at eye height. All I had to do was tilt my head to the right, just slightly, and there was his sexy bulge centimetres from my face, I could make out the width of his shaft. I could see his knob, he looked uncircumcised with the way it came to more of a tulip than a rose at the tip. Then all I had to do was push my head forwards and his genitals would have been grazing my forehead.

But, when he sat down, on the seat opposite, as it turned out, how did those pants fit him, bunching in a mound between his legs. It was difficult looking in his direction, my eyes just kind of followed their own mind downwards, like a car accident, it was hard not to look. I resisted, just a little, but not really so much. What can I say, the flesh is weak.

I’d wait for him to look out the window, then my eyes would drop and feast on the substantial bulge in all its glory. I wasn’t sure he’d be able to bring his knees together, well, not comfortably. The boy had a big sausage on him. When he looked back in my direction, I’d divert my eyes to the right and out the window on the other side of the tram. Tra la la. Then when I saw him in my peripheral vision look out the window again, my eyes would slide back to his big dick. Repeat. I’m pretty sure he didn’t catch me looking. Pretty sure. 😬