In the wee hours, a public train becomes a private playground for two hungry gay men. The first, a rugged, tattooed top, corners his prey, a lean, eager bottom, against the cold window. Their bodies press together, hands roaming, as the train rocks them in its rhythm. The top, his cock already hard, grinds against the bottom, his hands squeezing that firm ass through tight jeans. The bottom, moaning, leans back, offering himself completely. The top takes the hint, spinning the bottom around, and fucks him raw and rough, their bodies slamming together, the sound of their flesh echoing through the empty car.