Yes, you didn't want to be late again.

"Ya, after last week, don't wanna risk missing the bus again." I grabbed another strip of bacon, waved to Sarah and James, and headed out. I was a good fifteen minutes earlier than usual. Maybe I'd beat my bus buddy Matt today!

I rounded the corner to the bus stop to find Matt furiously masturbating onto the bench. Where I sat. Every day.

Cum splattered onto the wood as I stood there in stunned silence. He didn't even notice me, and just quickly packed himself away and sidled down into his spot.

I just stood there, thinking. Does he do this every morning? Do I sit on his cum every day? Have I been going to work with his cum on me? Is the thought of that what gets him off? Can I even pretend like I didn't just see that?

Fuck.