Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2004 11:57:07 -0500
From: Shadowlawn <mart6854@bellsouth.net>
Subject: The Bus Trip

These events are true and happened a number of years ago. For me age hasn't
dampened the fact that this is one hot story.  As a matter of fact
recalling it still provides me with endless masturbatory pleasure. I hope
many of you will find it stimulating even if you didn't live it.

I was 16 at the time and for reasons totally irrelevant to this story I
spent the last half of my junior year 1600 miles away from home, living
with an aunt and uncle. My parents had driven me there, but when it was
time to return home it was decided I would make the trip by bus. It was
called an express, but that didn't mean rapid as I learned. We stopped in
countless major cities from Florida to Maine and the total trip involved
two bus changes and 40 hours on the road. I'd never been on a long journey
on my own and was both nervous and exhilarated at the prospect of such an
adventure.

Though I was gay my sexual experience up to that time was limited.  Mostly
I just jerked off, but I'd fooled around with a couple of guys trading hand
and blowjobs. I'd also sucked off about 3 straight kids my own age, two of
them multiple times. I was definitely a cock sucker, but not exactly
worldly or very experienced. I did have a burning desire to move up to
something more thrilling and my biggest fantasy was to service a straight
adult man, which for me at the time meant somebody in their 20s or early
30s. Older than that would have moved them into my dad's age range, which
for me seemed a bit ancient, but I was really turned on at the thought of a
man's cock.

The bus was scheduled to leave St. Petersburg, Florida at 5:00 on a Tuesday
morning. It was the originating station and I was only one of six
passengers waiting to board. The others were much older than me except for
one sailor who looked to be maybe 5 or 6 years older than me. He was kind
of cute, most especially because he was in uniform. He for sure got my
attention because he was just the kind of guy who could fulfill my
fantasies about sucking off an older man. Just how I could make that happen
didn't quite occur to me, but I figured we had a good deal of time ahead of
us. Who knew what might happen? I took a seat at the back of the bus, one
row in front of and opposite the on-board restroom. All the others,
including the sailor sat toward the front of the bus.

Our first stop was Tampa where 8 passengers got on and two got off and
again they all sat toward the front. Again most were older but one guy,
besides the sailor did catch my attention. He looked like he'd just come
off a ranch. A real cowboy type complete with western boots, Stetson hat, a
plaid shirt that showed off a muscular torso, skin tight jeans with a
bulging crotch right below a big silver turquoise-studded belt buckle. The
guy made me horny just looking at him, 100% Prime Beef. He looked to be
about 30 and was big. By big I mean he was easily 6'4" and looked to be a
solid 225 lbs. He looked as though he could bring down a steer with his
bare hands, for sure he could have broken me in half like a twig. His whole
image defined the word butch. He was so butch that I couldn't even work up
a fantasy over him (what's the use of a fantasy if you don't have any hope
of ever fulfilling it) so I went back to my much safer, what I assumed was
a more realistic daydream of getting on my knees in front of the horny
sailor boy.

The bus made three more Florida stops in Ocala, Gainesville and
Jacksonville. I was totally bummed when the sailor got off in Jacksonville
taking my hopes of a sexual adventure with him. Aside from the cowboy there
was nobody else on the bus who interested me, and as I said he seemed
hopeless. The stop in Jacksonville was long enough for anyone who wanted to
grab a sandwich, but I wasn't real hungry so I just bought a coke and a
candy bar. I also tried to avoid the cowboy for fear I'd stare at him and
get into trouble. After 20 minutes we got back on the bus and the trip
resumed.

Half way through Georgia who comes up the aisle but the cowboy. I didn't
really intend to do it, but when I looked up from the magazine I was
reading my eyes were level with his big bulge and I swear I could see the
outline of a big tube of man steak. I didn't think he saw me staring and
without any acknowledgement that I was even sitting there he opened the
door and went into the small restroom. God the guy was so butch and
sexy. In spite of myself I popped wood and had to force myself to go back
to the magazine. A couple of minutes later he came out of the restroom and
while I was watching him out of the corner of my eye adjusted his big
package and I thought I heard him snicker, but then he just sauntered back
toward his seat so I decided I'd just imagined it. I broke into a sweat. I
couldn't believe how hot and scared he'd made me.

It was getting close to five in the afternoon when the bus driver announced
we were approaching Savannah, Georgia and that we'd have a 45-minute dinner
layover there. Having had no lunch, I was hungry and happy with the idea of
eating. I was the last one out of the bus and immediately went to a fast
food joint that was across from the terminal. I had a burger, shake and
French fries, not good, but enough to drive the hunger away. I then went to
a small convenience store and bought a couple of candy bars, a new magazine
and a bottle of water for the road.

There was still 20 minutes to go before the bus left, but with nothing else
to do I returned to the terminal. Some passengers had re-boarded the bus,
others were sitting in the terminal and a few, including the cowboy, were
standing around puffing on cigarettes upping their nicotine levels for the
trip. I decided to go to the men's room for a whiz so that I wouldn't have
to use the one on the bus.

I was standing in front of one of the two urinals trying to get the urge to
pee when the door opened. It was the cowboy and he walked right over and
stood next to me in front of the other urinal. I didn't know what to do
because I was sure I'd never be able to pee now. I was about to just put my
pecker back in my pants and leave when I decided that I might be able to
just get a peek at what was making the bulge in his jeans. I mean one quick
glance couldn't really matter.

I stared straight ahead waiting until I knew he'd hauled it out and then I
began to tuck myself away and as casually as possible looked to my
right. What I saw made me freeze like a deer caught in headlights. He
obviously wasn't shy about displaying what he had because he was holding it
back so that it was right out there in the open and with that equipment he
had every right to show it off. Even totally soft it was easily the most
impressive cock I'd ever seen, a good 6 1/2 inches, as big around as a
Polish Kielbasa and totally soft. All I could do was stare at it.

"Like it?"

The sound of his voice brought me instantly back to reality and I then
thought I'd pee myself.

"What?" Was all I could say.

"My cock, do you like it?"

"What?" It seemed the only word I could get out of my mouth.

"Don't go stupid on me. Do you like my cock? If you do I could sure use a
good suck job."

For the first time I looked up at him and he winked. "Here get in the
stall," he pointed to the one and only stall in the men's room. I was made
to accommodate wheel chairs so it was more than big enough for two. I did
as he told me and he followed me in locking the door behind him.

"Sit on the commode and put your legs up Indian style."

I did as he said and then he stood in front of me, hauled out his big
balls, grabbed his stiffening cock with his right hand and guided it into
my willing mouth. From that point nature took over and I began to suck like
an Olympic cock suck champion. His cock didn't get that much longer maybe
7, 7 1/2 inches, but it got so fat that it stretched my lips. I was in cock
heaven.

"We don't have a lot of time, so let's make this one fast. Go up and down
as fast as you can and play with my balls."

I followed his instructions to the letter as he placed of his big hands on
each side of my head holding me in a surprisingly gentle grip. He was
moaning softly, but enough for me to know he was enjoying what I was doing
to him. After maybe two minutes his moaning turned into sharp gasps, I felt
his cock stiffen and swell, he went up on his tiptoes and he said, "take my
load," as he unleashed a torrent of thick, hot cum filling my mouth. I
swallowed as fast as I could not wanting to miss any of the precious
offering. I took 6 or 7 shots and gulped each one of them down. Finally he
pulled himself from my mouth and wiped his meaty cock head across my lips
coating them with the last drops. I ran my tongue over my lips savoring the
last of his incredible essence.

I looked up at him and he was smiling. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as
I did."

"More," I replied.

"Not possible," he said and then laughed.

We walked out of the men's room together. There was still 5 minutes left
before we had to board and he smoked a cigarette as we stood outside
together.

"The name's Pete, Peter Gary," he said holding his hand out.

"I'm Andy, Andy Pruitt, pleased to meet you," I replied as I shook his
beefy paw.

"Where you headed Andy?"

"Bangor, Maine."

"I'm headed for New York City, so I guess we'll be on the bus together for
a while. Mind some company in the back of the bus?"

"No, not at all."

He gave me a wink and then said, "good, I think we might be able to have
some more fun when it gets dark and people go off to sleep. I know I'll be
good to go at least a couple more times before the sun comes up again.
Interested?"

"Am I?"