It was a Friday, I was traveling to Mangalore on Maveli Express. As I boarded from the starting station, I got a seat where three other fat men were s...tting. As I am slim, one more person could sit in my seat. But they told me not to give seat to any others or it may be uneasy to sit well. I was tired and fell into sleep soon.Nearly after two hours, train reached another station and I woke up due to the noise in station. Passengers were rushing to get seat. Many asked for seat but the others. Average sized perhaps, though I was a bit thicker around than most I suppose. But what I was at the moment, was fucking harder than I ever remembered being before. Looking down at my own dick, the head of it seemed to have ballooned up to mushroom size, a dark deep purple color in fact, which was again something relatively new to me. I wrapped my fist around it, squeezing it ... watched the emergence of not just one droplet, but a sudden runoff of pre-cum fuck batter, and then did so again,. I had well hidden a torn and bleeding heart beyond a tall wall of thorns and dared anyone to try to even come close. I became almost untouchable, throwing myself in my studies, determined to become the best, the most desired yet the most elusive. Maybe I achieved that … maybe I didn’t. But I was well on my way. Funny how just when you think that you have settled into the path of a new journey that the past has a way of flying right back up in yourface. I had moved on … or at least as far as I. “Are you hungry?" Scott asked once they came up for air."Starved! I didn't make dinner. I was hoping you would take me out." Let's order in. I'm not done taking advantage of you." Another deep kiss almost started round three until Olivia pushed him away.“No more hanky-panky ‘till after I have something to eat. You can’t drive a race car with no fuel in the tank.” They settled on pizza and Scott placed their order."How long?" she asked."They said about forty-five minutes. I thought I would go.