Date: Mon, 2 Sep 2002 03:52:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: einhardno <einhardno@yahoo.com>
Subject: City bus

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