A Man in New York City. Russell had lost his shirt and he knew he was going to freckle. His pink skin had been hot to the touch upon entering the F train, but the icy blast of air-conditioning now had him chilled, which wouldn’t normally be a problem, except the cold made his rosy pink nipples more pronounced than usual. He was only concerned for a moment, until he remembered he was on a New York City subway, where just last week, he and a handful of tired rush hour commuters completely ignored a public masturbater, because no one wanted to move. Russell pretended to read his iPad and watched the guy from the corner of his eye to avoid being hit by liquid shrapnel. As he would be first to admit, Russell likes cock, but the man’s sad pumping just went on and on, until Mister Jerky finally gave up, tucked his penis back into his skinny jeans and started reading Running with Scissors. Russell concluded that the gentleman couldn’t come unless someone was looking, and none of th...