"I love women, I'm purely hetero." I was confused, that I knew. I loved women, their big, steamy breasts. And I loved men, their hot, hard cocks. My experience was limited. I had actually penetrated only one girl, and she was not the best looking girl in our school, by any description. In fact, she was a known "slut," and would fuck anybody. I fucked her on the soccer field after a school dance. Three other guys had fucked her before I had, I had watched, so she was slippery as hell when I shoved into her. And she had been drunk. So, I couldn't say I had great experience in the hetero area. My experience in the gay area was just as limited. A friend had gotten drunk and admitted he was gay. He was overweight, and not very good looking, but had performed oral sex on me, which was okay, and I had jerked him off, which was also okay, though his penis was very small and thin.

So, here I was on a train, a confirmed masturbation addict who loved porno of all kinds, and a confused 18 year old who got hard when the wind blew. The hetero mag was good, beautiful, but real looking women getting hammered by long, fat cocks. Anal was especially hot for me, as I loved to shove stuff up my greedy asshole. I had always loved anal penetration and practiced it often, though I had to be creative with what I used as I really had no where to store dildos, even if I was willing to pay the exorbitant price the adult stores asked for them. I hardened fully, and looked over at Ron. He looked asleep. He had reclined the seat fully and put a pillow under his head. I surreptitiously reached under the blanket, adjusted my seven-inch cock, and rubbed the head a bit for luck. Then went back to the magazine.

After I had fully perused the first, I went to the second hetero mag. It wasn't as good, but was still worth pondering over. As I sat there, hard as stone, I wondered if I should go jerk off in the bathroom now, or wait. I decided to wait, and took out the gay magazine I had bought. It was phenomenal. Great looking young guys, hard, with big, immense pricks. There was a great spread of anal sex between two hot studs, bareback and deep. It made my asshole itch and I wondered if I could chance shoving the cucumber I had brought with me up my asshole in the bathroom, or if it was too risky. I had been rubbing my cock under the blanket and had even chanced pulling the knob out, wetting it with spit and really giving it a good going over. My nipples, which were big, were also getting a careful, secretive work out. It seemed as if they were, somehow, tied to my cock and the more I pinched them, pulled at them, even clamped them with clothespins, the more sensitive they became. I decided to slip the cucumber into my pocket, and go jerk off in the bathroom. I was horny as hell and really needed relief.

As I carefully stood, loath to wake Ron, his eyes opened and he looked directly at my crotch, which was almost right in front of his face. I knew the bulge my still half hard cock made was visible, and so I blushed.

"Oh, sorry Tory, where you going?" I mumbled something about