Date: Sun, 17 Jul 2016 14:55:03 -0400 From: Jim Bond Subject: Memorable Bus Ride I thought I would share with you an experience I once had a few years ago. I hope it gives you twinges somewhere on your body. If you enjoy this story, please donate a small amount of money to support NIFTY in order for the management to keep alive this website. Please send your donation to: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Memorable Bus Ride My lover was born, raised and worked in Quebec City, Canada when we met while he was in Montreal on vacation. I, an Anglophone from Montreal, worked in Montreal and so we could only get together on weekends. Since neither of us had a car, we travelled between cities via the Interprovincial bus line. For my part, I usually took my supper and showered after work and normally boarded the bus at 8:00 PM (2000 hours) for the 3-hour trip. One Friday evening (I believe that it was mid-October) I took my seat at the very back of the bus on the driver's side. With the washroom on the right, there were only two adjacent seats in this back row. I sat close to the aisle to see who would be coming down to where I was, and was elated to see this guy in his twenties wearing VERY tight jeans. I slid over to my left, by the window, to let him sit down. About 30 minutes into the trip, I found the air conditioning to be quite warm so I took off my jacket and draped it over my knees, taking care to allow it to fall over his left thigh at the same time. I noticed that he didn't move his leg, nor did he remove my jacket. My heart started pounding. Pretending that I was asleep, I didn't notice that he had slipped his hand under my jacket. Suddenly, I became aware of his fingers slowly, ever so slowly, creep up my own thigh and move toward the inside of my leg. I let him continue until I could feel his hand touching my swollen cock. I still feigned asleep and he began to rub my cock through my jeans - back and forth, back and forth. I could feel my ejaculation building but didn't move until the last second when I opened up my legs and spurted all down the inside of my jeans. He could feel me spurting and feel my ejaculate coursing though my cock, and continued to masturbate me, milking the last drop out of my cock. He held his hand there where I had cum and worked the semen through the denim so that he could feel the wetness in his hand. We continued like that until we arrived at our destination. By this time, my jeans had dried so my lover never knew what had transpired on that trip. I never saw that guy again.