the bathroom, and then maybe to the dining car. As I started to move, he smiled and said, "you sure you aren't going to go to the bathroom and masturbate?" That stopped me, dead. I gaped at him. He laughed lightly. "Oh, sorry Tory. I didn't mean to embarrass you but next time you look at porno magazines in a railroad car, be sure that you don't sit next to the window." He pointed, and I realized that while I was sitting there, thinking I was so smart hiding the magazines in the newspaper, they were clearly reflected in the clear glass of the window. "They seemed to be pretty good ones, especially the last." I didn't know what to say. He was referring to the gay mag, and that really embarrassed me. He just looked at me steadily. "Why don't you sit back down for a moment?" I did. For a moment he seemed at a loss for words. Finally, and with some trepidation, he said, "I can help, Tory." I had no idea what he was talking about and I suppose my expression clearly conveyed my confusion. "With your problem," he said, looking at my crotch. And then I realized what he was saying, and got scared shitless. He was homosexual! And he was offering to have sex with me! I started to bumble about how I wasn't really like that, I really liked girls and had just got that magazine out of curiosity. He just looked at me. Finally, I ran down. He turned towards me. "Look, Tory, I am merely offering, that's all. I just thought that if you liked magazines like that, maybe you would like to experience it, that's all. If you don't feel comfortable, don't worry. I'm not going to bite you, after all." He suddenly smiled, "unless you ask me to, of course."

I mumbled something about how tired I was, then turned away and pretended to try to sleep. He was silent. And I guess I did sleep, at least for a while. When I woke up, I was facing him, all curled up, and drool wetting my shirt. I didn't move, just opened my eyes. Everything was dark, except Ron had a tiny reading light on. And by that light, I saw his cock. He had his pants open, but not pulled down. His shirt was pulled up above his nipples, which were big, even bigger than mine, and hard. His cock was fully erect, long, maybe nine inches. The shaft was thin, thinner than mine, but the head of his prick was huge, a gigantic mushroom on top of a thin stalk. It was an angry red, beginning to turn purple from the movement of his hand. He was slowly jerking off. His pee slit was oozing pre-cum, and as I watched, through half closed eyes, I saw him rub the slippery fluid over the gigantic, angry cock head. I was fascinated with what I was seeing. My own prick swelled. It was like looking at a magazine, but this was real.

"You don't have to pretend you're not looking Tory, I don't mind." I felt myself blush.

"I should call the conductor." I said, trying to bluff my way out of my embarrassment.

He just smiled, "oh, go ahead if you wish to. I will just stuff it back in my pants and, well, you're the one with the gay porno mag, aren't you?" And that floored me, he was right, I was. I mentally shrugged, I wouldn't have called