He wanted the stranger’s salty lips on his; wanted the taste of a stranger’s wet mouth as a vivid contrast to the stale chug of the train. The stranger, emboldened by something in his gaze, leaned in and ran his hot, wet tongue along the length of his lips. His whole body trembled as the stranger lifted him up, laying him bare on the cold hard rails.
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He felt a surging of longing rush through his veins; the train felt strangely close and intimate. His heart raced and he quickly hopped off, slipping away into a secluded alley. A dark figure, shrouded in the night, emerged from the shadows. And he felt his whole body tremble with excitement as he leaned back, ready to experience the most thrilling train journey imaginable.