I said, "So am I, I thought this was a dream." I started to get up but he sat down next to me putting his hand on my thigh. Instead on turning towards the bathroom door he headed directly towards me. Within a few minutes Patrick walked in and headed towards me. I grabbed a cup of coffee and walked through the lobby over to the bathroom area and had a seat on one of the benches outside. I arrived at the terminal about 8:45 AM, just 15 minutes before our scheduled time. That thought gave me a visible rise in my pants, but I didn't care. What that was I didn't know, but I knew I wanted to go further with him. I couldn't deny that I wanted to feel and taste his manhood again, but I wanted more. I wanted to understand the feelings I had for him. This encounter would be different I hoped. It was less crowded and the lack of commuter noise allowed me to think more clearly. The ride on the train into Hoboken that morning seemed different. After slipping into a pair of black loafers and grabbing my sport jacket, I was out the door. I put on a casual pair of black pants and a green polo shirt. I finished shaving my face and fingered hair crème through my hair. I tucked myself into a pair of white ones. I had boxer shorts similar to the ones he had worn last time, but I still thought he'd like a young boy's look. I decided to wear bikini briefs again in hopes that Pat would like them. I cared about the way I looked and liked to dress up more than most guys my age. I was a freshman in their under graduate program. Turning down a few college sports' scholarships I was pursuing a degree in pre- med at Columbia University. I was considered a jock in high school, but also had a brain. Although I didn't lift weights much, I had a lean muscular body.
I was told I had thin skin because you could see my veins popping through beneath the surface in various areas even my cock when it was erect. My friends in high school would tease me in the locker room and said I had old man balls. They only contracted when I ejaculated otherwise they were loose and flopping all around. I had read it had something to do with body temperature. My testicles were nearly hairless except for a few strands and usually hung like two eggs in a sack.
I was hairless in most areas of my body except for my chest and pubic area. I had a fairly smooth body with an athletic build.
Showering that morning I took extra care in grooming myself. He fulfilled my every desire and it excited me that I was about to see him again. Patrick was more than 3 times my age I guessed, more like a father or uncle to me. I had a strong desire for sex especially for older men, and I was getting my first taste of it. I just rubbed my hand around it and my penis would grow almost immediately. I had come to realize that the head of my cock was my Achilles' heel. I had always been a very sexual person who could perform on the spot. I didn't want to drain myself so soon in the possibility of being intimate with him again. I continued to stroke my cock but abruptly stopped in anticipation of seeing Patrick soon. They seemed to ache as I juggled them in my hand, but it felt good. I sat up in bed, closed my eyes, and fondled myself thinking of Patrick again. I felt my flaccid penis begin to get aroused while I gently massaged it. The thought of his cock had once again excited me. I remembered I had an orgasm and pumped out what seemed like a pint of cum all over the sheets. I had jerked off again thinking about Pat. When I woke up I noticed my sheets were all dried with semen from last night. For now I thought the secret was best to be mine. How could I see Mark and not think of the sexual encounters I had with his dad? I saw his dad naked. Mark was a good friend to me and I thought now that friendship had been compromised. I wanted to see him but I was also concerned with who I was. It was hard to be apart from him for 2 days now. I had a good night's sleep the night before and woke up excited to meet Patrick. There were fewer commuters there in the morning, usually only local Jersey people visiting NYC for the day, but none as early as we were planning to meet. I knew Saturday mornings were much different at the Hoboken train terminal than weekdays. We had planned to meet Saturday at the same place which was two days from our last encounter.