Dinner was as normal as could be. A few times, his erection bumped the table or his hands got a little grabby but his parents' understanding presence helped him keep control of himself. After dinner, and another masturbation session, Jon went to bed.
Jon woke up to his alarm and a raging hard on. He strutted into the bathroom and almost as if on autopilot began his simultaneous routine of jacking off and showering. Once he was finished he went back to his room and pulled on a pair of tiny running shorts and a mesh t-shirt and went downstairs.
"Are you going to make the bus?" his mom asked. Just like that, another layer of horror began to taint his day.
"I think I'm running on time." He said sheepishly.
His mom gave him a scarf and a hat and he went out to meet the bus. The cold weather really whipped through him as he waited for the bus. When it finally got there, he was a shivering mess.
Jon got on the warm bus and the bus driver gave him an understanding look. "I bet you can't wait for spring." Jon smiled at the old man and took his place on the sticky brown seat.
