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Sex in Two Places by Michael Klein
Sex on the Train
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I saw him sitting by himself.
I saw him reading a book I was reading, too.
He was in school. I was in school. We were taking a trip somewhere
without knowing each other. I think we were going to Vermont.
I sat down next to him.
The train kept making false starts and finally lumbered through
the night like a hungry, but slightly disinterested panther.
I looked down to his book and couldn't read the sentence.
I looked down to his crotch and imagined that his cock was getting hard
behind a story.
His cock is getting hard, I thought, because the combination of reading
and someone looking at you with passion is the sexiest thing.
I could see his cock tilt the book he was reading. It was getting hard.
The cock was tilting the reading because by this time
the book had become a blanket that was laying over the crotch.
The train was slightly dangerous and slightly cold. But all this
warmth moving up between us.
I could say something now — seeing him sexily move back and forth
between the sentence and the hard cock. That all meant
I could say something now. About now.
It was okay to take my slightly shaky hand and put it under the book
where I found his cock and the rest of his mind and I said
Hello
Hello
Hello
until the panther rested — down so much — in the springy hills.
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Drawings by Jean Cocteau
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