"Alright, the picture is done, you can move now!" calls the photographer, and I let out a sigh of relief. While it is a technical miracle, having to stay still for fifteen minutes is incredibly taxing. However, when he hands me the final product, I can't help but be astonished. There is an image of me, dressed for the occasion in my best (and only) suit, standing in front of the currently stationary locomotive that has arrived here in our small town for the opening of the new rail station, and I quickly, yet carefully, pack the picture away in my suitcase before returning to Lowell's side.
He had been grabbing a quick snack from the cafe and is still sitting there, waiting for me to return from my little modelling session. As I approach, he greets me with a smile. "Finally done with your big photo operation, Calvin?" he asks playfully while I take a seat next to him.
"Oh yes, and it looks great! Here, take a look yourself," I tell him as I get the picture back out and hand it to him.
"You seem really proud of that one. Are you going to get it framed?" he asks, looking it over and then handing it back to me.
I safely stash the picture back in the suitcase and give him a nod. "Oh, absolutely, but not today, we're in a hurry. Are you almost done with your snack? The train's going to leave in about fifteen minutes!" I reply, a bit of urgency in my voice. In order to inaugurate the new rail station, the first train will be taking a long trip to London over two days, stopping at multiple stations across the country for nourishment and rest. It will be a big trip to celebrate the advancement of technology and progress arriving in our little town, and I am absolutely here for it. Lowell, while not as enthusiastic as I am, is still interested in being along for the ride, even if it seems like it's mostly because he thinks my excitement is cute. That's not just my impression, he outright told me that one time, and I'm still not sure what to make of it.
No matter, he finishes up his meal and pays the waiter, and the two of us are off, back to the train. We pay the conductor the quite hefty sum for the round trip and head inside the locomotive, with me being as giddy as I can be. I'm actually inside a train! It's like I'm seeing the future of mankind unfold before my very eyes! Sure, a lot of people are scared of it and think it's going to kill us all, but they're just cowards that can sit with the Luddites in the dustbin of history. Due to the general trepidation and this town being somewhat small, the train is actually fairly empty, leaving us a lot of opportunity to pick our seating, and Lowell, after looking around a bit, points me towards a small compartment with a door. We head into the small four-seater area, and I excitedly await the moment our journey begins.
After a short while, the train roars to life with the loud noises of machinery getting to work. A shrill whistle signals, and slowly but surely, we are off, the scenery outside the window beginning to change from the outskirts of our little town to the surrounding countryside. This is actually happening right now! For the next fifteen minutes or so, I'm just staring out of the window, downright gobsmacked at the whole concept, and I don't even notice that Lowell goes and closes the compartment door. "You know, this train is really loud. I think we could do pretty much anything in here and nobody would notice. Not like you can look inside from the aisle either," he muses to himself as he sits back down.
And then, he proceeds to undo his trousers and pull out his member. Like it's nothing! I don't even notice it for a few moments, since I'm so enthralled by the view outside the window, but something like that is impossible to ignore. "W-What are you d-doing?!" I sputter out, trying to understand what's happening here.
Lowell merely shrugs, then starts caressing his member as it slowly gets erect. "What? I haven't gotten this in today, and no time like the present, right? Nobody's going to be able to tell, we won't pass by any civilization for over an hour, and the compartment door is closed," he tells me in a tone that couldn't be much more casual. I want to look away, but for some reason, I can't. I remember the many times he's tried to get me involved in these lewd escapades, but I've never actually seen him just go and do it! "Why don't you join me, Calvin? Come on, I know you're thinking about it," he adds, a cocksure smile on his face.
Am I? Now that he's planted that seed in my head, I can't get that thought out of it. I keep trying to avert my gaze from how blatantly he's pleasuring himself right here, trying to tell him that a conductor could come in any moment, but I'm awestruck. Should I just go for it?