It just happened
Part-1-of-1
To this day I don’t know why, it just happened. It started with a dreary over cast day and nothing to do. Sex But this time he didn’t drop his eyes. For some reason my eyes were drawn to his back, the way his hands were jammed deep in his coat pocket and the bored dejected slump of his shoulders. I really had no idea what I was doing or going to do, but this was what I’d done when I was a teenager touching a girls bare thigh in the back row on Saturday night. As my hand moved up and down his rigid shaft, I thought that if someone had told me something like this was going to happen, I’d have thought they were crazy. I expected him to say that the seat was saved, or to move over a seat or two, maybe even get up and move. Actually she was the frisky type and initiated sex as often as I did. I think the biggest thing to accept was where it came from, another man’s balls by way of his dick. As I was trying to decide what to do I heard the rustling of someone moving in their seat.
