Pleasure Express

The train hummed along, packed with eye candy that set Eugen's pulse racing. Broad shoulders. Chiseled jaws. Those tight shirts clinging to sweat-glistened torsos. Too much temptation for one shift. He ducked into an empty cabin, door clicking shut behind him, sealing out the chaos. Heart pounding, he unzipped his uniform pants. His fat cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already throbbing with need. No time for teasing. He wrapped his callused hand around the shaft, stroking firm and fast. Veins pulsed under his grip. Precum beaded at the tip, slicking each pull. He leaned against the cool wall, eyes half-closed, imagining those strangers' hands on him instead. Faster now, hips bucking into his fist. A low groan escaped his lips. Tension coiled tight in his gut, then shattered. Hot spurts coated his fingers, spilling over. He sagged, breath ragged, the fire in his veins finally quenched. Much better. Eugen straightened up, wiped clean, and slipped back into the rhythm of the rails.