The whole row of seats was rhythmically rocking and as my eyes got used to the dim light I could see he had his jeans down to his thighs and was mastu...bating vigorously, staring at the screen. Watching guys wank turns me on and I was getting pretty hard. I glanced round behind me to see two guys wanking each other. That was enough encouragement for me and I unzipped, pulled my cock out of the fly of my underpants and began to rub. Masturbating in public along with others was incredibly. I left heartbroken as my fiancé ditched me for some jock on the football team. As a result, I hid out and built up my body, but avoiding women and any relationship with them. I was now passed middle aged but with at least a trim body. The age all showed on my face, I was seldom happy and remained in a funk that followed me around. I splurged since I didn't go out I saved my money to amass a substantial retirement fund and got myself a decent meal. It became a habit with me. Being the recluse. I say "wait a minute, you're not naked", you say "Oh, I see"...yes, that's how it's going to be...So I come back naked from the bathroom where I've heated up some nice jasmine scented oil and see you laying there, face up this time, smiling at me, your nipples slowly hardening from the anticipation of my touch, your legs slightly spreading exposing your beautiful vagina. My cock is hard too from the anticipation of feeling the pleasure of you. You close your eyes and sigh as I pour some oil. The run started out well and I made sure I was in front. I was pacing myself against a guy called Matthew when he suddenly said "come on I know a short cut". He swerved to the left and attempted to jump a drainage ditch into a farmers field. The idiot landed short and hurt his anckle. Everyone started to stop when they reached us, incliding Mr Calvert. Clearly seeing Matthew was hurt he told the class to run on and for me to stay with Mathew until he could get help. About 30 mins later another.