Heading Back From The City

I was being a cheapskate and coming home on the City Circle after dropping my car off at the mechanic. The tram was packed. There was a large number of, what looked like, tourists, but there also seemed to be a large number of students heading to RMIT. I'm sure the City Circle is meant for the tourists and not the locals.

Ah, uni students, you've got to love them.

One big, buff guy in a tight t-shirt and baggy track pants stood in front of me. He had beautiful eyes, blue against his dark hair, sparkling as he gazed out the window. Big, full lips just slightly parted as he watched the street slide by.

Cute!

And the package in his pants, bulging out everywhere. The boy had a big dick that was plainly obvious to anyone who saw him, just centimetres away from my face, too. I gazed at it happily, hanging there in his floppy pants. I so wanted to lean forward and just cup it all in my hand, it would have been worth it.

What was he, in his early twenties. He would have jacked off recently, probably this morning, I reckoned. Big, fat cock in his hand. I could see those beautiful blue eyes on the squint as he tugged away to a happy ending.

Don't you love guys who have got their boys out, so naturally, for the world to enjoy.