BUS RIDE IN THE DARK Awesome Art
I remember this incident from my early years and it has grown and expanded in my mind to the point that separating fact from fiction is difficult. But really, who cares? Just enjoy and send me your comments. I love the e-mail, archhop@aol.com.
The semester was finally over and I rushed from my last exam to the bus station to start my trip home for Christmas. I was attending a small liberal arts college in Minnesota and was apparently surviving a tough first semester. Coming from a small town in Illinois where everyone knew me and my family, the adjustment had been difficult but, at the same time, exciting. I knew now that I would never return to that highly-predictable small town existence.
I had been shocked by many things these last few months. First, the ease with which I achieved my valedictorian status in high school was replaced with an anxious struggle to get B's. Then, there was the dorm life. My small town conservative upbringing did not prepare me for the noisy, drunken, crude behavior of the freshmen on my floor. I did manage to find a good group of friends who were fun but a little more civilized.
I was a very naïve kid and lacked any kind of sexual experience. In high school I dated a lot and was considered great company, but any girl I was interested in was more interested in the jocks or the "bad boys." The girls interested in me were pretty prudish. I did not push them much so remained a virgin ready for the wild wide world.
One thing I hadn't come to grips with was my interest in the male body. The most exciting time of day was the shower room after PE or games. Nothing much happened but I enjoyed the eye candy and discovered what a wide variety of body shapes and sizes were available. More importantly the great variety of cocks was intriguing and stimulating to me. I would often rush home and jack off wildly thinking about what I saw and what I wanted to do with them. The most stimulating of all was my best friend who was a gorgeous stud but unfortunately deeply involved in getting in the panties of several of the hot girls. Occasionally we would sleep over and he'd let me get a good look at him but I restrained myself from physically accosting him but, in my mind, he was completely ravaged.
The locker rooms at college were even more exciting. The adolescent boys had now grown into young men and the size and variety was even more thrilling. In my heart I knew what I wanted but my exploration was stopped when I saw what happened to homos in our dorm. In particular, Jeff who lived at the end of the hall apparently shared my passion for cock. But unlike my cautious approach, he pursued any of them he wanted. He was on the football team and apparently had been treating his teammates to some excellent blow jobs until he approached the wrong guy. This senior jock rebuffed him and then spread the news all over the campus. The guys on our floor picked up on this and made his life hell. One night I was awakened by the fire alarm and went out in the hall to see what was going on. One of the more active harassers had thrown a cherry bomb under Jeff's bed while he slept. When it blew Jeff stayed in bed to avoid the humiliation of the crowd that had gathered but unfortunately his bed caught on fire. The next day Jeff went home for good. After that chapter, I decided to stay in my closet.
I continued to date nice women like the girls I knew in high school. I was beginning to think I was doomed to a celibate life when Sarah came into it. Sarah was a breath of fresh air. Although she hung out with my proper group, she had a passionate other side. What was more important, she could see the passionate side of me and introduced me to the joys of my body and the joys of hers. She helped me see myself for the first time as the handsome, sensual guy that I was. We took every opportunity to find an isolated room, spot in the woods, or even hidden hall way to attack each other wildly. Today's college students have no idea of segregated dorms, locking up the women at 10 PM, and expulsion for being caught in the room of your lover.
Anyway, Sarah taught me about my body and hers. We made out wildly and explored each other's bodies as much as possible. We sent each other over the top to crashing climaxes whenever we could without ever actually "doing the trick." I knew that was in the future if I could keep her interested in me. So, although I knew of my passion for men, a hot woman could send me to ecstasy. As my best friend in later life often said of me, "You are such a slut." Life was looking up but now I was headed home for a boring Christmas vacation.
When I reached the bus station, I found quite a crowd of people waiting for the infrequent bus to the Twin Cities. I got my ticket and took my place in line behind a nice older lady who was a great conversationalist. Finally the bus arrived and we made our way on board. Most of the seats were already taken so only the first boarders got seats. Lois and I moved about half way to the back and then learned we were going to spend the two hour trip standing, smashed together with our coats and luggage. As I got toward my standing spot, I noticed a really handsome young man sitting in the aisle seat. As I kept glancing at him, I noticed he was still looking at me. Soon I noticed a small smile and I thought even a wink. I was so surprised that I even looked behind me to see if he was greeting someone else. When I looked back, the smile was much broader and clearly directed at me. I returned the smile to this extremely handsome guy with fabulous eyes. What a nice treat!
We settled into place and most removed their coats and hats because of the hot bus. I was standing awkwardly in the narrow aisle with my carry-on bag at my feet. Suddenly there was a rustle behind me as the handsome guy convinced Lois to take his seat and he stood behind me. During his exchange with Lois, I learned his name was David and that he was a junior at a college farther south. Soon the lights went out and we were on the way. As soon as we left town, it was pitch black and I wished I had a seat to catch a nap.
It was not a smooth ride and the standing folk were being thrown about pretty wildly. As we lurched along, the woman in front of me fell backward and I fell against David. I apologized to him and he replied, "No problem." This continued and I kept apologizing. Finally he said, "Stop apologizing; you feel good." I thought that was a little strange and then remembered his flirtatious glances. Hmmm. So the next time I fell back, I just kind of relaxed there and let our bodies touch. David didn't pull away and in fact I felt him pushing against my back. My mind was now racing and I was getting pretty excited. Luckily the road smoothed out and the lady in front secured her space.
Now I could feel David pressed against me from my shoulders to my ass. Clearly he had a nice bulge and it was pressed firmly against my butt. I slowly moved a little forward to give him some space, but he was right against me in a second. Now I was roaring hard and I could feel his cock growing in his sweat pants. Two can play this game. I started slowly swaying my hips side to side and then back and forth. As I did his cock fit right between my buns. At first I could feel it down his pant leg, but after he backed away for a moment, I could feel he had rearranged it up his belly. The next time he pushed in, the length of his lovely cock slipped along the entire length of my crack. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Nice fit." I blushed but shook my head in agreement.
Most of the people around us were snoozing and the only light was the occasional head light of a passing car. Here we were in the middle of a crowd, acting out a sexual dance that was driving me wild. The next time David leaned forward I felt him lightly nibble my ear lobe. I had never felt anything like that and groaned softly in pleasure. Then I felt his right hand reach around my hip and gently trace my rock hard cock. That felt so good that I thought I might cum and faint right on the spot. However, David was patient and continued to caress my ass with his hard cock as he gently started stroking me. Next I felt his fingers unbuttoning my jeans. I thought about putting a stop to it but was really completely under his control by now. As the last button popped I felt his hand slip in my jean fly, into the fly of my briefs, and around my rampaging cock. My pre-cum made a slippery surface and David slowly but strongly brought me off. In a matter of minutes, I was soaking my briefs with jet after jet of hot cream. Jeff withdrew his hand and I could hear him licking his fingers as he whispered in my ear, "My sweet man." I quickly buttoned up and tried to regain my composure. I hoped I hadn't moaned too loudly as I came but guess I hadn't caused any suspicion.
When I came back to reality, I realized his cock was still firmly pressed in my ass crack and was as hard as ever. Not to be outdone, I snaked my arm around behind me and grasped his cock through his sweat pants material. David moved back a little but softly groaned encouragement into my ear. I tried to get my hand into his pants but that wasn't working so I just grabbed the beautiful rod and continued to stroke it through the material. Apparently David was highly excited by our play because soon his cock pulsed wildly and he gave out a pretty loud grunt. I couldn't help giggling as he struggled to stay upright and under control. Pretty soon I felt him reach around to my mouth and feed me a gob of hot cum. I licked it off quickly, enjoying my first taste of hot man juice. I wanted to drop to my knees and lick him clean but knew that was not possible. Finally David leaned in and whispered, "Now we are one." I couldn't agree more.
Soon we arrived at the bus terminal and we got off. My time was pretty short but we were able to exchange a short conversation. I thanked him for the stimulating ride and he smiled his magnificent smile in response. We headed to the restroom where we cleaned up with wet towels and I changed into some clean briefs. I told David that I was going to throw out the undies so as not to embarrass my parents. He replied, "No way. I want them to remember you by." Luckily the John was momentarily empty and David drew me into his embrace and kissed me passionately. I gave back as strongly and we shared a few moments of complete passion before we heard the door open. As we parted, we exchanged phone numbers and promised to meet again in the new semester.
I caught the train and settled back reflecting on my successful first semester and looking forward to a much more interesting life. I had survived the academic and social side and had had my first exciting sexual experiences with both a woman and a man. The world was looking good and full of opportunities.
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