Stealthy Strokes on the Subway Seat

The city's heartbeat echoes through the subway station, providing the bassline for our exhibitionist's silent symphony. He steps onto the train, eyes scanning the crowd, seeking an unassuming audience. The doors close, and he begins, his hand moving rhythmically under his unbuttoned coat. The car fills with the scent of his musk, mingling with the metallic tang of the train. He leans back, legs spread, the motion of the train mimicking the thrusts of a lover. The train slows, and he speeds up, a silent crescendo, before tucking himself away, leaving the car filled with the scent of his spent passion and the echo of his silent symphony.

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• solo
• public
• gay
• metro

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