Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2004 11:57:07 -0500 From: Shadowlawn Subject: The Bus Trip These events are true and happened a number of years ago. For me age hasn't dampened the fact that this is one hot story. As a matter of fact recalling it still provides me with endless masturbatory pleasure. I hope many of you will find it stimulating even if you didn't live it. I was 16 at the time and for reasons totally irrelevant to this story I spent the last half of my junior year 1600 miles away from home, living with an aunt and uncle. My parents had driven me there, but when it was time to return home it was decided I would make the trip by bus. It was called an express, but that didn't mean rapid as I learned. We stopped in countless major cities from Florida to Maine and the total trip involved two bus changes and 40 hours on the road. I'd never been on a long journey on my own and was both nervous and exhilarated at the prospect of such an adventure. Though I was gay my sexual experience up to that time was limited. Mostly I just jerked off, but I'd fooled around with a couple of guys trading hand and blowjobs. I'd also sucked off about 3 straight kids my own age, two of them multiple times. I was definitely a cock sucker, but not exactly worldly or very experienced. I did have a burning desire to move up to something more thrilling and my biggest fantasy was to service a straight adult man, which for me at the time meant somebody in their 20s or early 30s. Older than that would have moved them into my dad's age range, which for me seemed a bit ancient, but I was really turned on at the thought of a man's cock. The bus was scheduled to leave St. Petersburg, Florida at 5:00 on a Tuesday morning. It was the originating station and I was only one of six passengers waiting to board. The others were much older than me except for one sailor who looked to be maybe 5 or 6 years older than me. He was kind of cute, most especially because he was in uniform. He for sure got my attention because he was just the kind of guy who could fulfill my fantasies about sucking off an older man. Just how I could make that happen didn't quite occur to me, but I figured we had a good deal of time ahead of us. Who knew what might happen? I took a seat at the back of the bus, one row in front of and opposite the on-board restroom. All the others, including the sailor sat toward the front of the bus. Our first stop was Tampa where 8 passengers got on and two got off and again they all sat toward the front. Again most were older but one guy, besides the sailor did catch my attention. He looked like he'd just come off a ranch. A real cowboy type complete with western boots, Stetson hat, a plaid shirt that showed off a muscular torso, skin tight jeans with a bulging crotch right below a big silver turquoise-studded belt buckle. The guy made me horny just looking at him, 100% Prime Beef. He looked to be about 30 and was big. By big I mean he was easily 6'4" and looked to be a solid 225 lbs. He looked as though he could bring down a steer with his bare hands, for sure he could have broken me in half like a twig. His whole image defined the word butch. He was so butch that I couldn't even work up a fantasy over him (what's the use of a fantasy if you don't have any hope of ever fulfilling it) so I went back to my much safer, what I assumed was a more realistic daydream of getting on my knees in front of the horny sailor boy. The bus made three more Florida stops in Ocala, Gainesville and Jacksonville. I was totally bummed when the sailor got off in Jacksonville taking my hopes of a sexual adventure with him. Aside from the cowboy there was nobody else on the bus who interested me, and as I said he seemed hopeless. The stop in Jacksonville was long enough for anyone who wanted to grab a sandwich, but I wasn't real hungry so I just bought a coke and a candy bar. I also tried to avoid the cowboy for fear I'd stare at him and get into trouble. After 20 minutes we got back on the bus and the trip resumed. Half way through Georgia who comes up the aisle but the cowboy. I didn't really intend to do it, but when I looked up from the magazine I was reading my eyes were level with his big bulge and I swear I could see the outline of a big tube of man steak. I didn't think he saw me staring and without any acknowledgement that I was even sitting there he opened the door and went into the small restroom. God the guy was so butch and sexy. In spite of myself I popped wood and had to force myself to go back to the magazine. A couple of minutes later he came out of the restroom and while I was watching him out of the corner of my eye adjusted his big package and I thought I heard him snicker, but then he just sauntered back toward his seat so I decided I'd just imagined it. I broke into a sweat. I couldn't believe how hot and scared he'd made me. It was getting close to five in the afternoon when the bus driver announced we were approaching Savannah, Georgia and that we'd have a 45-minute dinner layover there. Having had no lunch, I was hungry and happy with the idea of eating. I was the last one out of the bus and immediately went to a fast food joint that was across from the terminal. I had a burger, shake and French fries, not good, but enough to drive the hunger away. I then went to a small convenience store and bought a couple of candy bars, a new magazine and a bottle of water for the road. There was still 20 minutes to go before the bus left, but with nothing else to do I returned to the terminal. Some passengers had re-boarded the bus, others were sitting in the terminal and a few, including the cowboy, were standing around puffing on cigarettes upping their nicotine levels for the trip. I decided to go to the men's room for a whiz so that I wouldn't have to use the one on the bus. I was standing in front of one of the two urinals trying to get the urge to pee when the door opened. It was the cowboy and he walked right over and stood next to me in front of the other urinal. I didn't know what to do because I was sure I'd never be able to pee now. I was about to just put my pecker back in my pants and leave when I decided that I might be able to just get a peek at what was making the bulge in his jeans. I mean one quick glance couldn't really matter. I stared straight ahead waiting until I knew he'd hauled it out and then I began to tuck myself away and as casually as possible looked to my right. What I saw made me freeze like a deer caught in headlights. He obviously wasn't shy about displaying what he had because he was holding it back so that it was right out there in the open and with that equipment he had every right to show it off. Even totally soft it was easily the most impressive cock I'd ever seen, a good 6 1/2 inches, as big around as a Polish Kielbasa and totally soft. All I could do was stare at it. "Like it?" The sound of his voice brought me instantly back to reality and I then thought I'd pee myself. "What?" Was all I could say. "My cock, do you like it?" "What?" It seemed the only word I could get out of my mouth. "Don't go stupid on me. Do you like my cock? If you do I could sure use a good suck job." For the first time I looked up at him and he winked. "Here get in the stall," he pointed to the one and only stall in the men's room. I was made to accommodate wheel chairs so it was more than big enough for two. I did as he told me and he followed me in locking the door behind him. "Sit on the commode and put your legs up Indian style." I did as he said and then he stood in front of me, hauled out his big balls, grabbed his stiffening cock with his right hand and guided it into my willing mouth. From that point nature took over and I began to suck like an Olympic cock suck champion. His cock didn't get that much longer maybe 7, 7 1/2 inches, but it got so fat that it stretched my lips. I was in cock heaven. "We don't have a lot of time, so let's make this one fast. Go up and down as fast as you can and play with my balls." I followed his instructions to the letter as he placed of his big hands on each side of my head holding me in a surprisingly gentle grip. He was moaning softly, but enough for me to know he was enjoying what I was doing to him. After maybe two minutes his moaning turned into sharp gasps, I felt his cock stiffen and swell, he went up on his tiptoes and he said, "take my load," as he unleashed a torrent of thick, hot cum filling my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could not wanting to miss any of the precious offering. I took 6 or 7 shots and gulped each one of them down. Finally he pulled himself from my mouth and wiped his meaty cock head across my lips coating them with the last drops. I ran my tongue over my lips savoring the last of his incredible essence. I looked up at him and he was smiling. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did." "More," I replied. "Not possible," he said and then laughed. We walked out of the men's room together. There was still 5 minutes left before we had to board and he smoked a cigarette as we stood outside together. "The name's Pete, Peter Gary," he said holding his hand out. "I'm Andy, Andy Pruitt, pleased to meet you," I replied as I shook his beefy paw. "Where you headed Andy?" "Bangor, Maine." "I'm headed for New York City, so I guess we'll be on the bus together for a while. Mind some company in the back of the bus?" "No, not at all." He gave me a wink and then said, "good, I think we might be able to have some more fun when it gets dark and people go off to sleep. I know I'll be good to go at least a couple more times before the sun comes up again. Interested?" "Am I?"