He was either wearing loose cotton boxers or nothing at all! XXX He looked away, being careful not to be discovered. I decided that he was perhaps a bit shy and as the train rattled on, I began creating a make-believe background for him. “He’s definitely one of us!” I thought to myself and I arranged to casually stand a few yards away from him, facing the platform edge. 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
