Young Man On The Bus

I've wanted to write about this experience for a long while and I'm glad I finally have the opportunity. Some may find this story impossible to believe but it is true. I was twenty five at the time and in great shape: six one, well built and hung. I was working downtown and naturally took the bus to and back from work. On this day I was wearing my favorite grey pants. I love grey pants as they seem to mold the body.

Mine were a little tight to advantage my basket at the front and I had no pockets on my rear advantaging my tight butt. It was a hot and humid day, I had taken off my jacket and even then was sweating like mad, my white shirt clung to my muscular chest and one could see my dark tits hard as nails. I got on the overcrowded bus and slowly headed for the back as I had quite a way to go. Our buses were so full they had special ones with no seats at the back to accommodate more standing passengers.

I finally got to the farthest back corner and held on. At the next stop I could see a young man make his way to the rear also. He was good looker, about six two and seemed to be well built. As he passed others, I could see he was wearing grey slacks also and they clung to his athletic body like a glove. Soon he reached the back and placed himself right in front of me. He gave me a smile and gazed out the window. This gave me time to look at him carefully. His shirt was unbuttoned and I could tell he had great pecs.

He was also very sweaty and his white shirt clung to him revealing a muscular chest and abdomen. Then I glanced down to see a well filled basked. As I was looking it seemed that it grew. Instantly my cock grew and I felt my pants get tighter at the crotch as my seven incher pushed at the material creating a great lump. I hoped no one noticed but looking around saw that everyone was preoccupied by other things and with the crowd couldn't have seen anyways.

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When I returned my gaze, I met the young man's smiling eyes. I looked down and saw a comparable lump at his own crotch. He slowly turned so that we were now face to face and separated by not more than a foot. We stood with lust in our eyes and cocks when the bus stopped abruptly. I was gently shoved forward and our hot crotches came in contact. He pushed his crotch forward and our baskets brushed together.

We did not move to separate our united crotches but moved them ever so slowly in a sweet grinding motion. I could feel the heat at our groins and looking down noticed we had two large wet spots where our cock heads were. It was even more exciting to see that the spots were at the same place meaning our cocks were rubbing shaft to shaft, head to head. We were both sweating like mad as our lust built but had to be controlled because of the crowd around us. The sexual intensity was even greater as we knew we were in a crowd and were risking discovery. I was thankful for the impersonal attitudes we take in a city.

Every time the bus stopped or started we were thrown even harder together and each time we would thrust harder and quicker searching for release. We were both breathing hard trying not to moan out loud. In between stops and starts we would just rub our cocks together feeling the throbbing tools through our pants. I could tell we were evenly matched. And then once again the bus would stop and our frenzied thrusting began. By the twentieth stop I was ready to cum and whispered this to him. He acknowledged and said he was ready also.

We spread our legs even wider and prepared for the climax. The bus stopped and we roughly grinded our crotches together. With only a few thrusts I was over the top and so was he as we slammed together and came in our pants, load after load of hot cum shooting in our underwear. When it was over I quickly looked around but no one was paying attention. Looking down I saw that the front of our pants were all wet. I was glad I had a jacket so I could cover up. He tapped my shoulder and said he had to get off. Before he left, he told me to wear sweat pants and a raincoat tomorrow night. I nodded not quite understanding but looking forward to the next night.

The next morning it was pouring rain much to my surprise. I wore the raincoat, a long trench coat and brought my sweat pants to work. At the end of the work day it was till raining outside. I changed into my navy blue sweats and running shoes, put on my coat and headed for the bus stop. I was already a little excited as I was anticipating what lay ahead. I could feel my cock react to this and it grew a little. The long coat would hide any semblance of an erection. I wondered if my friend would be there and what was his plan.

I got on the bus, overcrowded as usual, and made my way to the same back corner. By this time my cock was fully hard, so hard it almost hurt. And then I saw him coming back and stood in front of me. He also had a long coat and was wearing light grey sweats. He parted his coat and I was glad to see his organ was as hard as mine. I parted my coat and I saw pleasure in his eyes. As on the previous night we brought our crotches together. The loose fitting sweat pants made the cock contact even better as our fuck tools slowly rubbed against each other.

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The young man then pulled his arms out of his coat and motioned to me to do the same. We settled the coats on our shoulders. This wasn't unusual as the bus was extremely warm. But I was pleased to notice that our coats created a tent-like cover blocking the view of our crotches to anyone who might look over. We now could touch the other's hot throbbing cock as our hands were concealed from view. We had each other's tool in our hand and we fondled them gently stroking the long thick shafts. He then did something that astonished me. He pulled down his sweats just enough to let his cock and balls hang out. I looked around but no one was paying any attention.

I looked down at the beauty in front of me. It was a wonderful sight, a long thickly veined shaft and an uncut head with plenty of foreskin. I could see the giant head inside the skin and prepuce. My hand first took the massive balls playfully fondling them. Then I encircled the shaft and with a slow stroke brought back the foreskin to reveal a large red cock-head, the glans were wet and soon my hand was sticky with all of the pre-cum leaking out. He then pulled my sweats down in the same fashion and my circumcised cock lept out and bumped into his. The feeling was extraordinary. I couldn't believe we were doing this in a bus full of people.

His hand encircled both of our meats and squeezed them together, we felt them throb. He then slowly started pumping them. Very quickly the combined pre-cum had our cocks wet and slick and his hand quickened the motion. He then stood back a little and pulling back his abundant skin pushed our two cock-heads together, our piss slits kissing wetly. Very slowly, he started pulling the skin over his own cock-head and then continued over mine and stopped partially down my shaft. He then let go and we looked down at our united cocks. The feeling was sensual, exciting, hot and wet. When we throbbed, our glans rubbed harder together. We then started sort thrusts which soon became more rapid. I was afraid we would be parted but the dock remained in place as we moved faster and faster.

I felt his cock-head get harder as mine was and then we were once again over the top. I felt his first spurt gush out as he must have felt mine. Then wave after wave of cum poured out of our united cocks and filled that tunnel of flesh that had kept us together. None of it spilled out and when it was over he just pulled the skin over my cock head and plopped his meat into his pants our cum still mixed together. My knees were weak. I had and still haven't repeated such an experience to this day, but maybe someday...

written by gerard
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