After ten to fifteen minutes that fellow also climbed upper and istared but i couldn’t tell anything as it was not a reservationcompartment to own m... berth. I stared him very angrily and he repliedthat as it was heavy rain he couldn’t resist the cold so he climbed butthis time i knew his intention. He sat nearby my leg side and hestarted his work slowly he moved his hand and grabbed my cock but thisi couldn’t resist him as it was very cold and inside something happenedand still now i didn’t. In our back and forth chats, my memory kept flashing back to when Anna and Omar (the guy we'd spent time with in Kenya, and who had fathered our first interracial c***d) had been together; and even though I was at work, I kept getting an erection each time I either heard from Mara, or Jamal, or just from remembering how it had been that last time!Eventually, I got up from my desk and went to the restroom, and closing the door to the stall, I masturbated, and as I did, I quietly scrolled through. Because I opted to to walk home after school and we took the same route we began walking together. If I wore my school colors the Cops would give me a pass, if not inevitably someone would call about some Black k** wandering through their neighborhood. Gregor walking with me usually made it okay but occasionally we got stopped. My neighborhood was separated from his by a rather large park, and I'd pass his house and wander thru the park to what was known as the "Pitts". The Pittsfield. Then you look at me with that look in your eyes. The look that says there'll never be anyone else but me, that there never was anyone else but me. Other lovers, certainly. But never anyone who touched your soul like I can. I know that look. And I know that I have the same look in my eyes.But we talk, instead. About building a house near here. Just on the other side of that copse of trees perhaps. But not in this meadow. This meadow is just for picnics and gathering wildflowers. I'll quit my job.