#41763 - After all, first thing in the morning, young, bored and horny, what young man wouldn’t, in the same circumstances? Unfortunately, the train wasn’t quite crowded enough to give me an excuse to stand close enough to touch him at first but as we travelled on, our eyes kept meeting in that ‘knowing’ way while he kept his hands crossed in front of himself, still holding his plastic carrier bag. Damn! Not to be outwitted, I remembered that on this train journey, there would be a long run now until the next station, which would be on the other side of the carriage, and then there would be another long run after that. His pale but slightly tanned and freckled complexion suggested that he was an outdoor type and I imagined him playing football in long white socks and silky shorts; nothing on underneath of course; running with youthful energy, then tripping and sliding on the wet, muddy grass so that his shorts rode up his pale but muscular thighs, revealing the dimpled cheeks of his ass,