I still fell asleep before he arrived. I realized that Santa was not ready to see me yet. I had to trust that he would let me see him when he was read....On the eve of my sixteenth birthday, I kept my usual vigil in the living room. I always decorated it extra special, with ornaments I had made, decorating the tree, and a dozen holly-scented candles illuminating the small room. I did not try any of the tricks to stay awake that I had before. I was content to wait until Santa was ready.That night. He sure missed Gail.Monday, at school, Gail wouldn't even establish eye contact with him and he knew something was wrong. He tried to figure out if it was something he did or said that had hurt her feelings. He could think of nothing. "Oh well, maybe she's not feeling well", he thought.Tuesday, Gail wasn't at school. Mark realized that his theory might be correct, that she just wasn't feeling well. Wednesday, as he finished basketball practice that afternoon in the gym, he saw Gail. The. "It's my turn to blush. "Oops, sorry about that. I meant nothing bad." No problem," he says. "Do you want to see what you were curious about?" Hell yes," I reply.He pushes his seat back, opens his belt, pulls his zipper down, lifts his butt off the seat and, with both hands, pulls down his pants and underwear. He reaches under his cock and pulls his nuts up from between his legs. His cock is now pillowed on top of his nut sack, pointing straight at me. "Hot damn, that is one good-looking. I don’t say anything this time but as I move my hand away he grabs it and holds it pressed against him.I try to pull away but he holds it tighter. I shudder. He turned his head looked right at me. I didn’t look at his face before, but I was now. His eyes are an almost electric blue and his dark brown hair was scruffy. He has a kind face which totally went against his behaviour before. I looked into this eyes and he looked into mine.Suddenly the train jolted and I was thrown towards him again..