The city bus, a microcosm of desires, holds a secret today. A black man, anonymous in the crowd, lets his hand wander to his crotch. His cock, thick and long, tents his pants. He's not alone in his lust, but he's the only one acting on it. With each stop, the bus shakes, adding sensation to his slow, deliberate strokes. His breath deepens, his grip tightens, and as the bus comes to a halt, so does he, his body tensing, releasing into his hand, hidden in plain sight.