After a long weekend with the family every lad I saw on the train station looked hot. As I walked down my carriage though I saw the hottest lad yet. I just glimpsed him as he sat down, his black hair and smoothed face caught my attention though. Slowly I walked by and almost sat next to him when I saw he was in shorts. Proudly he showed off his hairy legs.
My seat was further down but the ones in front of him were available so I sat down. Then I realised sitting in front of him was useless. How was I to see him from here?
As the train headed south to London I decided I would try to take a photograph under the seat. Checking my flash was off I began to pretend I was playing with my phone between my legs. Flicking to camera I lowered the phone so the camera faced backwards and took a photograph. I waited a little while and the looked at what I had.
What? Where was he? I was expecting a pic of his sexy trainers and white socks, instead I had nothing! Checking back in the window I saw he was definitely there. So he must have his legs up. I gave up and went back to reading my book.
After awhile I decided to try again.
I decided to give it another try.
Another chapter of my book and I tried again. We were arriving at a station soon and the train might fill up.
The train pulled up at the next station and someone sat next to me. Meaning no more photographs of my boi and his Nikes. Oh well, I had enjoyed the journey more for his presence.