This story is original, and I hereby wave all rights and release it into the public domain.
My name is Chris. I'm 29 years old. I'm white, of mixed European descent, clean shaven, 5'10" and weigh 240 pounds, I've lived in the U.S. all my life, though I've traveled outside the country on numerous occasions. I'm your typical computer geek, except gay.
It was a late summer Sunday night, and I was on my final leg of a 30-day bus trip around the country visiting friends and family. I just boarded my final bus back to Phoenix from Los Angeles. During much of my trip, I had chosen to take overnight buses to hopefully sleep en route rather than spending money on hotels, and tonight was no exception. I picked a window seat near the back and the bus was starting to fill up somewhat. Almost everyone had an empty seat next to them, and many of the passengers had sat in the aisle seat to discourage people from taking the seat next to them.
The last person to board was a young guy, clean shaven, looked to be in his mid-20s, tall, about 6'3", kinda lanky, slightly dark skin, and short black hair. As he looked for a place to sit, our eyes met for a moment, while I smiled a bit, and he quickly made his way to the seat next to mine, tossing his backpack up in the overhead storage.
"I'm Adam," he says while extending his hand for a handshake.
"Chris," I replied.
As he settles in and takes off his outer shirt, revealing a plain white t-shirt underneath, I notice his legs are quite hairy, and see what looks like a bulge in his jeans shorts.
We chat a bit as the bus pulls out of the depot and the lights go out.
"Going to Phoenix?" he asks.
"Yeah, going back home. Been all over the US and into Canada a bit over the past month."
"Ah, cool! I really need to travel more. I came to L.A. for my grandmother's funeral," he replies, and before I can offer condolences, he says, "It was well past time for her to go. I lost the grandmother I knew a year ago after her Alzheimer;s progressed, and she's been bedridden for the past 3 months, so it was time."
I added, "It's still a big deal."
We chat a bit more about our lives in general. He works in IT for a medium-sized company in Phoenix. I do general technical consulting and have to drum up my own business. Thankfully, I have something resembling a full-time job with my current project, at least for now. We continue with our geek-speak as the bus pulls onto the freeway. By this point, most of the other passengers are trying to get comfortable enough to sleep, and Adam reclines his seat, as do I. He seems to be out like a light, as I start to hear his heavy breathing even over the road noise! Under what little light there is at this point, I start to admire this handsome figure, wondering if I can even get to sleep knowing how close I am sitting to this hot guy.
Just as I was about to drift off, the bus drives over a bump, which wakes me up, and shifts Adam just enough that his head starts slipping off the headrest as he nods off. At first he was falling toward the aisle a few times, but then he adjusted himself and he started nodding off onto my shoulder! At this point, I'm rock hard, and can't do a darn thing about it. He lifts his head up a few more times, and each time his head slips along the headrest onto my shoulder, but the last time, he just stays there, leaning against me, as I try to readjust so I don't have to actively hold him up to stay upright. I scoot a little closer to the window as he slides into me. Somehow I manage to drift off a bit.
I wake up as the bus is pulling into a rest area. Adam is still leaning on me, and I suddenly realize he's been drooling on my arm. I wiggle a little bit, to see if he wakes up. Nothing. I say his name and pat him on the chest persistently, until he opens his eyes, realizes where he is, and immediately sits up while looking quite embarrassed. He then notices the wet spot on my arm as he wipes his cheek and apologizes profusely while wiping my arm off with his outer shirt. I chuckle and say it's no big deal and joke that he must have thought he had a comfortable pillow.
We both get out to stretch our legs.
"Do you smoke?" he asks.
"No," I reply.
"Good," he says, "my whole family smokes, and it bugs the crap out of me. My brother smokes in his apartment. It's awful when I visit."
We reboard the bus, I offer a couple of orange slices as I eat a few, myself, for a snack. He graciously accepts. We chat a bit more about his family, how his father was an alcoholic, and that he decided not to drink. He mentions he has family in Syria from his mother's side, and has family in Mexico and Cuba from his father's side.
"All the family I know of is in the US," I say. while also mentioning I know I have mostly European roots.
We manage to get in a couple more hours of broken sleep as the bus makes a couple more stops before heading into Phoenix. About 10 minutes before we arrive, he asks if we can exchange contact info. He mentions that he doesn't know too many people in Arizona yet and since we both live in the East Valley, that we could possibly hang out sometime.
I smile and say, "Sure!" and pull out my phone to text him my contact info.
We finish the trip, exchange a handshake and part ways, as I see my friend Sue waiting inside the bus station. Sue and I greet each other with hugs and as she drives me home, I tell her all about the trip, and especially about this hot guy I spent the last 7 hours with, including the drooling incident. She and I have a good laugh as she jokingly suggests that I should have drooled on him in return.
I reply, "I was drooling over him, but only on the inside!"
She drops me off at my house, and after settling in a bit, I decide to take a shower and nap for a bit. It's 9:00 AM, and well, it somehow became quite a nap, I didn't wake up until 3:00 PM, and I find a text on my phone from Adam, just a few minutes old, asking if I'd like to meet up for coffee or something in a few days. We both agree on Wednesday, in just 2 days. I then found out he went straight from the bus depot to work, the poor guy.
Wednesday afternoon rolls around, and I meet up with Adam at a nearby Starbucks. He greets me with the biggest warm smile and handshake, and we each order something. After about a half hour at the coffee place, I invite him over to hang out at my place, watch a movie or play video games or something. He seems genuinely excited about the idea, so I lead him to my house.
We decide to watch a couple of movies neither of us had seen on Netflix. During the second movie, I notice he's starting to nod off. I ask him if he's okay, and he says, "yeah, I'll head home after the movie." Not 5 minutes passes and he's nodding off again, and this time, he's out, with the heavy breathing again. I let the movie play to the end, wondering if the ending credits will prompt him to wake up. Nope. I turn the TV off and wonder what I should do next. I shake him gently and say his name. No response.
At this point, my lust is starting to take over. I put my hand gently over the bulge in his jeans, trying to feel where his dick might be and what's just a fold in his jeans. Just when I think I've found the outline of his dick, he sits up suddenly with half-open eyes, and says something completely unintelligible and starts nodding off again. Definitely sleep-talk.
I manage to shake him awake at this point and ask what he'd like to do. He says that he's too tired to drive home (even though it's only 10 miles). He offers to sleep on the couch, but I said it's only a two-seater, and that he could share my queen bed.
He agrees, and I lead him to the bedroom. As I go to brush my teeth, he takes off his jeans, climbs into my bed, and is out like a light. I finish getting ready, slip off my pants, and climb into bed as well, and turn off the light.
I spend a few minutes listening to my new friend's heavy breathing turning into light snoring, I think to myself, "Wow, this was almost too easy, getting this hot guy into bed with me," but then stop myself with other thoughts like, "There's nothing he's done to convince me he's the least bit interested in me in that way," but that soon gives way to lustful thoughts.
I slowly move my hand over to his side of the bed, and feel around a bit and find one of his arms and hand, followed by his chest, or at least the shirt covering his chest. I now know he's lying on his back. I begin to move my hand downward, find the bottom of his shirt and feel his slightly hairy belly. All this time, his breathing remained steady. I then find the elastic band of his underwear, and then feel along one of his legs. I've now determined he's wearing boxer briefs.
I then brush my hand over the groin area, mapping out the contours, and discover his cock is pointing toward his feet, pushing up against his underwear slightly. I slide my fingers along the edge of the waistband, trying to find a way to get my hand underneath without tugging on any of his many hairs. I finally manage to slip the tips of my fingers under the waistband, slowly, and feel his pubes getting thicker, and ever so slowly, manage to touch the shaft of his dick. I slowly put my hands around it. It has a nice feel to it, very soft, as it is almost completely flaccid.
I feel around a bit more, and discover he's uncut! I then can't stand my horniness any longer, and use my other hand to jack myself off into my own underwear, which I do in record time, all while leaving the other hand around his dick. I was slightly afraid my twitching during orgasm might wake him, but I wasn't too surprised that it didn't.
I then pulled my hand out of his underwear, and managed to roll over and fall asleep.
I suddenly wake up and open my eyes, and notice the sun is up. It's 6:15. I then try to roll over, and notice I can't because Adam's arm and leg are pinning me down. He's spooning me! And he's breathing quite heavily and slightly irregularly, I turn my head toward him, and see his eyeballs moving around under his eyelids. He's probably having a dream. I manage to get a free hand to feel around for his cock. I brush up against it. It's rock hard, and making quite a tent in his underwear. I feel him up a bit through his underwear as his cock twitches. As I start to slowly jack myself off, he starts to roll over. I stop and pull my hand away from him quickly.
He opens his eyes, looks over at me and says "good morning" with a slightly raspy sleep voice while smiling and stretching.
I smile back and do pretty much the same thing.
He gets up and goes into the bathroom, not quite latching the door shut. I listen for a minute or two and don't hear anything.
He then peeks his head out and asks if he can take a shower.
I say, "sure," and he starts it up.
I know he's probably having trouble getting that morning wood to go down, and is probably peeing and/or jacking off in my shower. I'm rock hard at the thought and try to get off before he gets done with his shower, but he only takes about 5 minutes and I stop when the water shuts off.
He gets dressed in the bathroom, except for his jeans which are still next to the bed. He says he has to go to work, but asks if he can come over again soon to watch the part of the movie he missed.
I say, "Sure, how about this Friday after work?"
"Sounds good!"
I get out of bed, still in my underwear to lead him out. He then reaches out for a handshake, and as I reach out, he instead pulls me into a one-armed "bro-hug", which catches me slightly off guard as I squirm a bit to keep myself from poking him with my boner.
I go back to sleep for a half hour or so because I couldn't sleep all that well with him there, but quickly jack off thinking about the experience and anticipating more time with him.
I get ready and head into work at my consulting job. He texts me later that day asking how things are going. I notice he's really seeming more attentive than I'd expect for just a new friendship. We text about a few silly things that happened at each of our jobs, and he mentions that he can't wait to hang out again. I'm really liking the attention, even though I'm still skeptical about him being attracted to me.
The next day, Friday, I go about my day, sent him a few texts about finalizing plans for meeting up, but get no response. I get home at 6pm, and Adam's already waiting in the driveway at my house. He said his phone ran out of power and forgot to plug it in, apologizing. I smile and say it's okay. We immediately put his phone on one of my chargers.
We decided to order pizza, settled down, watched the rest of that movie, played some silly Wii games, and then after that, went back to Netflix and turned on some Star Trek: TNG. About 15 minutes into that episode, I saw him nodding off again. This time, it was toward me and on my shoulder again, and I instinctively put my arm around him.
As his breathing got deeper and heavier, I decided to try something new. I unpinned myself a bit to get a look at his face. I planted a light kiss near his lips. His lips then parted as his jaw relaxed. Getting more horny and adventurous, I pressed my lips against his, while feeling myself tremble due to my nervousness. I then slid my tongue in and felt around a bit. I then got a sudden wave of regret. What was I doing!? What if I got caught and ruined a budding friendship? I then tried to wake him up again, and after 5 minutes of rubbing his chest, saying his name, and shaking him gently, he managed enough consciousness to walk to bed, but this time I had to guide him as he put his arm around me and walked with his eyes mostly shut.
He fell onto the bed, fully clothed, and was snoring within 30 seconds. I removed his shoes and socks slowly, and under the circumstances, felt justified in removing his jeans as well, even though this was a lot more difficult than I thought it'd be and managed to get him under the covers.
After getting ready for bed, I joined him, and after as much as he's slept through before, I felt like I could do more this time. Still savoring every moment of exploration, I manage to get his dick through the fly in his underwear. I scoot closer, jacking us both off while kissing him and exploring his mouth with my tongue.
After maybe 5 minutes of this, I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember is waking up with him spooning me again with his arm and leg draped over me. I try to roll over to face him without upsetting this nice arrangement. It's still dark, so the only light in the room is from the alarm clock and from the various LEDs on things like our phones and the TV, although that was enough to make out his form. He was definitely in REM again. I reach for his cock, and it's rock hard, but still sticking out of his underwear. As I gently stroke it, it throbs in my hand, he moans, hugs me tighter, and starts shooting cum! There's no sign that he woke up, even though he twitched a few times. Even still, he starts snoring louder, as if totally relaxed.
My hand was full of his spunk, not to mention my side and my bed. I jacked myself off while still stroking his softening dick with the other hand, and this time I didn't care where it went. I shot all over him and then collapsed for a few minutes, going over in my mind what had just happened.
I managed to unpin myself from his embrace, got a towel, cleaned us both up as best as I could, and went back to bed, positioning his leg and arm over me like they were before.
Woke up after daybreak this time, and he was not in bed, but showering. When he got out of the shower and back into my room with only a towel, he seemed a little upset and quiet, or at least not his usual cheerful self. He sat on the edge of the bed, and just seemed depressed.
I asked him if anything was wrong.
He just shrugged, and said "not really".
I then asked him if he wanted to head home, or if he'd rather go out and get some breakfast, and hang out for the day.
His mood changed quickly back to his cheerful self, seemingly at the idea of spending more time with me. He then gave me his car keys, and asked me to fetch a bag from his car with a change of clothes.
Got back from his car and he was fiddling with his phone, probably answering texts or something. I shower and then get ready to go, myself. We took my car, hit up Denny's for breakfast, and then drove around a bit. We went to South Mountain park, and drove to the top, since he hadn't seen that before. You can see the airport and most of the rest of the city of Phoenix from that lookout point.
We head back to my place, and we just lie on the bed and watch TV and chat a bit. This time I fell asleep, and I half wake up a bit later but keep my eyes closed. My shorts are unbuttoned and Adam's got his hand in my underwear stroking me gently while I can feel the bed shaking very slightly. I figure out that he's jacking himself off and I immediately get hard. Not too much later, I hear him moan and orgasm, then he touched my lips with his hand that he'd cum onto.
He then whispered into my ear, "I wish I had the courage to tell you how I feel about you."
He buttons my shorts and zips me up, and goes into the bathroom to clean up.
Meanwhile, I sit up, and he says "Hi" as he walks back into the room, but he's got that depressed look again.
I apologize for falling asleep.
He chuckles slightly, and says I must have needed it.
I wonder what to do now that I know he's fallen for me. It seems awkward to tell him. I decide my best option is to try to get him to stay one more night and that I'd wake him up with a treat.
I ask him if he'd like stay.
His eyes lit up again and he said "sure!".
I put my arm around him and ask him what he'd like to do.
He shrugs and says maybe get some dinner, and then just hang around the house.
We go pick up some Chinese takeout, and we play a few card games, then just lie down and watch a few things on TV. About 10pm I start hearing snoring again. I keep watching TV for about another hour, somewhat anxiously, waiting for a good time to make my move. I turn off the TV, and start rubbing his chest through his shirt. He's definitely out cold. I then unbutton his jeans and slide them off slowly. I pull his underwear down and expose his soft uncut dick.
I put my mouth over his flaccid cock, and in a few moments, his heavy breathing gets a little more irregular and he gets hard. I can tell he's still asleep for sure though. I start jacking him a little bit faster while sucking him off. He begins to stir a bit. He gasps, wakes up, and pulls away while shooting all over the place, and he panics a bit. I give him a big grin as the horror on his face turns to relief. No words were exchanged at this point, just a big long hug followed by a tender kiss.
I lie down next to him.
A moment later, he turns to look me in the eye and asks, "How did you know?"
I chuckled and said, "It was pretty obvious. That look in your eyes, and then, there was earlier today. I wasn't asleep the whole time."
He stammered a bit, nervously.
I said, "I liked it. Besides, you're not the only guilty one here. You're... a really heavy sleeper. Both nights. And I let my horniness get the best of me."
He paused for a moment, thinking, and then said, "Whatever you did last night, please do it again, because I had the most fantastically erotic dream ever!"
I said, "I hope I don't have to wait until you're asleep."
He then stripped naked, I did the same, and we then spooned under the covers. He then put his arm around me, and whispered, "Nnnope." as he planted a kiss on my cheek.
I then guided his hand to my still-hard dick.
I started jacking myself off with his hand. I must have fallen asleep for a bit because I woke up and he was jacking me quickly to orgasm. He pulled us closer to each other as I shot my load.
I then drifted off to sleep, pondering my next move.