City bus (M/M, mast)
by einhard
PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to end. The characters don't exist, and the things they do, never happened.
I don't often come to the city, especially not in summer. Too friggin' hot. And I just don't like big cities. There's so much people, so many cars, no clean air.
Anyway, here I was, on a stifling August day. Getting on a bus sure didn't help any. It was packed when I got on downtown, but it thinned out fast. So there was no reason to keep standing in the aisle. Well, there was a darn good reason, but only two of us knew about it. Everybody else looked at us kind of funny.
The guy right in front of me was Asian. Maybe 18, 19. A little bit younger than me. I'm tall, blond, blue-eyed and pale, and my idea of exotic is short, dark and brown-eyed. Asians are a fetish, I guess. And this time, I must have given my obsession a little too much rein. How else would the guy notice my boner?
It just happened. I stood there, thinking I was minding my own business, and a hand came creeping along. Ten seconds later, my fly was open, my dick out, and a strange boy was jacking me off. I barely even saw his face, for fuck's sake!
What I could see, was a pair of brown-skinned, smooth arms, legs that were just as brown, but with a few wisps of black hair. A butt, barely discernible inside the baggy shorts. And a dainty, brown hand pulling on my pud.
I swear it took less than sixty seconds before I felt the eruption coming. He must have sensed it, too, because he used his other hand to pull his shorts part way down, exposing the small, tight ass, then pulling his tee a little up. It was too much, and with a heave I sent a gallon of spunk right into the small of his back. I watched my slimy sperm running down a complete stranger's back, over his butt cheeks, into the crack. I gulped heavily, and sent off one last spurt. Some of it landed on the outside of his shorts, staining it.
When he sensed I was done, he used one hand to gather up most of the jizz coating my dickhead, and the hand vanished. I guessed he was smearing it over his stomach. Maybe even in his pubic hair. Five seconds later, his shorts were in place, and he pressed the button for the next stop. I somehow put my dick away, and just stood there, watching him climb off the bus and walk down the city street, with my sperm running down his back, his butt, inside his crack...Well, it wasn't mine any more, was it? It was his.
This story is copyrighted by me, einhard. (c) 2002. All rights reserved.
Any comments? Did you like the story? Hate it? You can mail me at: einhardno@yahoo.com