Date: Thu, 07 Mar 2002 19:30:14 +0000 From: Fredrick Talon Subject: City Bus: My Introduction to Sex (with a man) It was the summer I turned 15 that I had my first sex with a man, on a city bus. I was your typical horny teenager and several friends and I had been downtown to a late movie. We had taken over the back seat and I was in against the window. They had gotten off at their stops and I was left alone, but not for long as the bus filled up again at a major intersection and a guy in about his 30's sat down beside me. I had my knees up on the back of the seat in front of me and he put his up there too. The bus was crowd now and the back seat was full so when one of his legs touched mine I didn't pay much attention. What did get my attention was when the occasional touches turned into a steady pressure. Had I moved my leg away there would be no story, but I didn't, in fact I sort of returned the pressure. As the back seat gradually emptied my seatmate did not move over, and when there was almost no one left in the back of the bus he put his hand on his knee by mine. His fingers were barely touching me but I did not move away instead waited with bated breath to see what would happen next. He gradually slid his hand on to my knee and after pausing for a minute began to stroke it. I must admire his patience as he continued gently rubbing my knee for the longest time before he started to work further up my leg. I was paralyzed, like an animal caught in headlights, but more importantly I was getting aroused. I have one sexual oddity and that is I produce Cowpers fluid (precum) by the gallon, and I now had an erection and I could feel the growing dampness of my underwear. In fact I was getting so aroused that I was beginning to tremble with excitement. I could see out of the corner of my eye that he had an erection too and it must have been uncomfortable because he squirmed around rearranging it in his pants. When he did I could see it clearly outlined against his leg and it looked huge. I was ever so tempted to reach over and touch it. By now his hand was working past mid thigh gently kneading and stroking the top my leg. I was so aroused that I was virtually panting and my erection so hard it hurt, but he was sorted of stymied as I still had my legs together. What happened next likely shaped my sexual future because realizing he would be left rubbing the top of my leg if they stayed as they were, I opened them wide offering myself to him. Seeing this he slid his hand down onto my inner thigh and patiently began to work his way down to my crotch. I had never been so aroused in my life and if I had not been panting before I certainly was now, along with producing so much precum that there was a visible wet spot on my jeans. I had inadvertently put my hand up on his leg when I spread my legs and now I saw that my hand was inched away from the outline of his cock clearly visible through his pants. I inched my hand over closer and I could now hear him breathing raggedly too. My fingers closed around his cock, and not only was it bigger than anything I think I had ever seen, but I could clearly feel it throbbing in my hand. Embodied by my action he slid his hand the rest of the way up my leg to my crotch and grasped me firmly, I was electrified. I had never had anyone touch me intimately and now here I was with my hand around a cock, aroused beyond all measure, and someone was touching mine. At that moment had he got up and taken me by the hand and led me off the bus I would have followed him anywhere and done anything, however that's not what happened. Instead he squeezed me and it was too much. I came harder than I had ever come in my life, and when he squeezed again I came again, and it just seemed to go on and on forever and ever until I was left limp and in a sexual daze. I had no notion that sex could feel that good or be that intense, but as I came out of the daze I looked down at my jeans and saw the mess. I was wet to the waist and unfortunately this is when things went wrong, badly wrong. I must have said something like "oh shit look at me" louder than I should have. We hadn't exchanged a word through this whole thing and I guess this startled him so he got up and ran off the bus. I waved at him to come back but he didn't see. I was devastated. This was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me and now he was gone, gone before he had touched me with jeans off, before I had had a chance to touch him, and suck his cock, and taste his come.