THE LAST BUS HOME by Jason
The music was pounding out of the speakers. My whole body tingled as I felt the beat of the music flow through me. I had been on the dancefloor for about an hour, and my shirt was soaking with perspiration. I unbuttoned it, and decided I'd stay on the floor for 5 more minutes.
After the next track had ended, I left the dancefloor and headed to the bar.
Although I got a real buzz out of dancing, it sure as hell made me build up a thirst. I asked the barman for a bottle of beer, and he obliged.
This was only the second time that I'd been to this particular club, although I'd been to several times other gay clubs in the city. At 20, I hadn't exactly been with many guys, maybe 4 or 5. I had hoped that going to clubs would help me meet other guys, but I'm basically quite reserved, and was finding it difficult to pluck up the courage to approach anyone.
As I guzzled down my beer, I noticed a guy out of the corner of my eye. He'd been giving me the eye all night, but I was trying to avoid him. He looked about 40 - practically nailing the lid on the coffin. I walked over to a quietter spot away from his gaze and stood against the wall, glad of the breeze coming from the air vent directly above me. My eyes were closed, basking in the rush of cold air.
"Need something with ice?" came a voice from my side.
I opened my eyes with a startle. It was the guy that I'd been dodging all nite. His arm was outstreched and he was holding a glass of scotch, which he motioned me to take.
"Th-thanks" I stammered, caught by surprise.
Despite his age, he was actually quite an attractive looking guy. He stood about 5'11" tall (slightly higher than me), had short black hair with odd flecks of grey, and quite a trim build. He had a t-shirt on, and the top 2 buttons weren't fastened so I could see that he had a hairy chest, which I found slightly erotic. His arms were hairy as well, but not overly so.
We started talking and I was actually starting to enjoy his company when all of a sudden I realised the time.
"shit!" I shouted. "I've missed my bus".
I lived about 20 miles outside town, and that bus was the only means I had of getting home at that time of night. What the hell was I going to do?
Jeff - this guy I was talking with - said I could sleep on his sofa. No funny business he said. As you can imagine, I was extremely sceptical about the latter statement, given that he was stalking me all evening, but what choice did I have? I agreed, and we made our way back to his place.
After Jeff got us both another beer from his fridge, he asked if I wanted a joint! He said he'd only recently started smoking dope again after he left college (he was 42). We both had one each and it made me quite horny. We were sitting on Jeff's sofa side-by-side, and everytime his arm brushed against mine, I could feel my prick swell in my pants. The guy was actually turning me on, and it wasn't just the effects of the grass.
I couldn't have hid it well, as Jeff - without a word - reached over and started to unbutton the front on my pants. He then silently slid his hand down the front of my boxer shorts. I must have tensed up at this point as Jeff told me to just relax and keep smoking the joint. After about 10 minutes of this, Jeff asked me to stand up and take my shirt and pants off. Knowing that this guy was watching me, seemed to heighten the thrill of it and my cock and nipples were rock hard by this point. I kept in shape and so was quite proud of my body, to the point where I would occasionaly jack off in front of my bedroom mirror.
I stood there in my boxers which were tented due to the size and stiffness of my erection. Jeff got up, removed his t-shirt and unbuttoned his jeans to reveal no underwear, but a lovely thick cock. He had a broad, hairy chest and was very fit looking. Although I was quite althletic, I had a smooth chest, but hairy, muscly legs. I too had short hair, but was blond, rather than black and was clean shaven, to Jeff's goatee beard.
He motioned me across the room to his writing bureau, which was against a wall. He told me to put my hands on the desk and stood behind me. Although his voice was soft it was firm. This aroused me even more. He slid his hand down the back of my boxers and felt for my asshole. When he found it he pushed a finger up my ass. This made both my body in general, and my cock in particular, flinch. I reached for the slit in the front of my boxers so I could start tugging it, but Jeff pushed my hand away.
"Leave it Jason" he told me.
He slid my boxers off. I could feel his furry chest against my back. This again made my dick flinch, and it bounced off my stomach. Now his finger had been removed and I could feel the slippery tip of his cock being moved up and down the crack of my ass. My breathing became more intense, in anticipation of him entering me. Only an hour ago I didn't want to speak with this guy, and now I was longing for him to fuck me. I'd never been so turned on in my life.
Jeff could sense how aroused he was making me, and started to whisper in my ear what he was going to do to me. How he was going to fuck me; how he was going to make me cum. He told me that if I touched my cock before I came, he would stop there and then. HE and he only would bring me off. Struggling through aroused anticipation, I told him that I understood.
Before I had finished uttering the words, I felt the tip of Jeff's tool find my ring and then get thrust inside me. I let out an involuntary gasp and Jeff grabbed my shoulders. He started to fuck me real slowly at first, sipping his dick in and out of my ass at a gentle but firm pace. His thursts got faster and I could feel his bellend smashing off my prostate gland, causing precum to ooze out of my dick. Sweat was rolling down my chest to my firm, toned stomach as I was being banged. The perspiration gathered in my thick blonde pubes, soaking them. Jeff smeared some of my precum onto one of his fingers and brought it to my lips, making me suck his finger.
I was trying to hold back for as long as I could. I wanted to savour the senation for as long as possible. This guy knew what he was doing. He took me to the brink twice and then slowed the action right down, before fucking me even harder. I get kinda vocal when I'm being banged, so I guess Jeff could tell when I was about to cum.
"That's it Jase. Come on." Jeff shouted as I was about to climax.
Suddenly, Jeff made a couple of short, hard thrusts which sent me over the edge. I could feel the jism well up in my balls, and then it suddenly exploded from my cock, sending fountains of cum into the air, and onto the bureau desk. Some hit this side of my face. I was gasping for air as the orgasm ripped through my stomach, and then my chest. My ass suddently felt hot and moist, as I realised that Jeff had spurted his thick wad inside me. Some of his jism ran down the inside of my right leg. As he blasted in me, his grip on my shoulders tightened considerably and I could feel his whole body shudder.
That was the first time that I had cum without either me or someone else touching my cock. It was also the first of many encounters that I had with Jeff. I met him several times after that. I really got turned on by Jeff's assertiveness, and often masturbated at home thinking about the stuff he liked to do with me. Jeff was very adventurous and taught me a lot of new things. Who knows, I may even share some of these with you.....