The summer I turned nineteen is one that I will always remember. That summer was a real scorcher, daytime temperatures hitting the high nineties every day. The train ride back from college was pleasant enough, the car was air conditioned so it wasn't that bad. There was also one of the more gorgeous guys I'd ever seen riding in the same car that made the trip even more pleasant.

He was about my age, maybe a couple of years older. His black hair, with a slight blue cast to it under the lights overhead, looked silky and thick. My hands itched with longing to feel it. He had a strong jaw, giving his face a strength that very few men I ever saw had. I couldn't see his eyes behind the dark sunglasses he wore, but my imagination ran wild with fantasies about their color, switching back and forth between both blue and green. Judging by his build, I'd have to say that he played football, his broad shoulders and the thick column of his neck giving mute evidence to the hours he spent in the gym.

I know I probably shouldn't have stared at him as openly as I did, but that's one of the things I can't control. I see a gorgeous man and I have to stare, it's like an automatic reflex. Thankfully, he and I were almost alone in the train car, the only other passenger an older lady sitting at the back of the car, the only evidence of her presence the gentle rasp of her breathing as she slept.

Feeling randy as hell, I decided, on the spur of the moment, to see if I could get this hunk's attention. I was wearing my favorite shorts, a dark blue nylon that just barely covered my ass. I yawned loudly and stretched, exaggerating the movement to ensure he noticed me. I turned in my seat and threw my left leg over the armrest. I never wore any underwear, so I was fully aware of the fact that my limp cock and hairless balls were exposed.

My football stud, sitting across from me, stared openly at me. I didn't show it, but mentally I smirked as his gaze bored into my exposed crotch. His tongue snaked out to lick his full lips. He slid his sunglasses down his nose far enough to tip me a wink as his gaze traveled back down to my dick. He slid down in his seat, spreading his muscular thighs. He rubbed his crotch through the denim of his jeans with one hand while the other slid under his tight black tee shirt. I could easily see his flat bronze stomach where his shirt had hiked up.

Feeling encouraged by his reaction, I reached down and stroked my engorging cock, teasing myself to a full erection. There's something about being in public, with the chance that someone could catch me that always gets me horny. I dropped my leg back to the floor and matched my viewer's position. I slid the waistband of my shorts down, tucking the elastic under my balls.

The hunk watching me bit his lower lip and pushed his sunglasses up to the top of his head, evidently not wanting the dark lenses to interfere with the show I was giving him. He eased down the zipper of his jeans and fished out his own cock and balls. His dick was already semi hard; a couple of strokes brought him fully erect. The sight of