I adjusted my headphones and sunk back into the chair, some woman had tutted when I'd put my feet up on the chair opposite. But I knew that Terry; the teenager I'd swapped with just outside Manchester wouldn't care what she was thinking. I'd watched him leave in the muscle head I'd been using for the past two months wondering if his consciousness would ever surface enough to appreciate him.
Flipping through some songs on his iPhone, a message came through. It was from Steve, he was asking about the party tonight. I knew Terry was travelling to Stockport to meet up with some friends from college, more importantly he was meeting up with Sarah. I felt my new dick harden at the thought of nailing her with it. I'd already picked up some of Terry's mannerisms and found myself rubbing my hard on with a hand I'd stuffed down my shorts. I looked over at the woman who was watching me and smiled, and laughed as she blushed and looked away.
I tapped out a reply to Steve telling him I was going to fuck Sarah into next week; I got a smiley a couple of seconds later.
The music was heavy in my ears, and I watched the woman opposite riffle through her bag to get a ticket. I glanced over my shoulder, shit it was the guard. I didn't even bother to check for a ticket, I already knew that Terry had hopped onto the train without one. Shit!
The train pulled into Furness Vale station, and I saw an exit a shirtless Curtis Ryder! He was one of Terry's friends, and was meeting them later in Stockport--he must have been going home first.
The train pulled into Furness Vale station, and I saw an exit a shirtless Curtis Ryder! He was one of Terry's friends, and was meeting them later in Stockport--he must have been going home first.
I knocked on the window, and he looked over, that's all I needed. With a blink I was looking back at Terry on the train, and smiled as the guard tapped him on the shoulder. I knew he wouldn't be making the party tonight.
Letting out a groan I shoved a hand down my jeans and adjusted the hard on I'd brought with me from Terry. Fuck, it was even larger than Terry's. Curtis had the gift of the gab, quite a Romeo when he wanted a fuck and now Terry wasn't going to be there, I grinned knowing Sarah was still on my hit list.

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