Its the next week now. Tuesday actually. Last night when I was home I masturbated thinking about what happened friday. I decided that I wanted to say something to him. I'm worried though. I do not know if he even likes boys, but I will try anyway. I am bisexual... though I have never done anything with someone else of the same sex before. Does not mean I can not start sometime.
Days go by and its not friday. I spend time with my friends, but I am pretty out of it the entire day. I am just thinking about what I am trying to do later that evening. I was getting excited so I tried to divert my thoughts.
It was getting late so I told my friends I was heading home, and I made my way to the train. I got there slightly earlier then the usual time, but that was merely because the train came a little early.
And so.. I waited. I sat there and waited for him. It felt like forever, but I saw his train come in. I watched the doors open and no one seemed to be coming off. After a few more moments he finally got off the train, and sat in his usual seat.
I waited maybe 20 more minutes for him to start. I could hear the soft sound of a zipper being lowered and I knew it was time. He was going to begin. I looked over very slightly and I could see his hand beginning to work his cock. It was time to make my move. |