So I tapped on the glass divider. Every time he pulled it out of reach, I could see the man mouthing things like “please” and “give it to me.” But the cocksman kept teasing him, giving him a couple of seconds of licking and then pulling back. It curved upward near the head, which was smooth, wet and raging red. “Aha, the glory hole,” I thought. The stationmaster kept announcing how long the delays would be – and I had nearly an hour’s wait before my train showed up. But the electronic board that posts train arrivals and departures kept flashing the word that holiday travelers dreaded: Delayed. The day before Christmas, my office closed early as expected, and I headed to the train station for the commute home. It looked like he was about to blast a load of creamy hot spunk. Then I headed out of the station in search of a coffee shop. Every time he pulled it out of reach, I could see the man mouthing things like “please” and “give it to me.” But the cocksman kept teasing him, giving him a couple
