Date: Tue, 23 Apr 2002 16:13:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Christopher Michael <shabuchwae@yahoo.com>
Subject: Going Down South

On a bus to Philly.  I was on a bus to Philly on my
way to Knoxville Tennessee.  Mary J. Blige was pumping
in my ear from a headset three seats back and a
straight body-builder was on my right wishing I was
sitting somewhere else.  So I was sitting on half of
my seat, clenching my black ass and thighs on every
turn to keep from leaning on the body-builder but
still wishing I had taken my leather jacket off every
time my arm touched his bi-cep.  But since the lights
are out and it's dark outside, he couldn't see me
playing with my nipples under my leather.  So all was
good.

I figured I was looking good in my dark blue jeans,
black leather jacker and designer glasses...and I had
a hard-on from clenching and relaxing ass and thighs.
Not too bad for long distance public transportation!

But even with the hard-on, I eventually started to nod
off.  My head fell back and my neck opened up.  My
thighs started to spread open and my hole relaxed.  I
was awakened by the ocassional grunt and stir from the
body-builder pissed off from my unconscious contact.
But when I'm out, I am out and it's "Fuck me or fuck
off!"  I assumed, if asked, he would choose the
latter.

I was finally asleep despite Mr. Muscles when I felt a
foot brush against my heel.  I let it go because that
bus was not roomy and there were too many hoods - most
of which got off at the Philly line switch - around me
to start something.

Then it happened again.  I was getting annoyed but
decided to adjust my leg and leave it alone.  I
figured it was probably someone tossing in their
sleep.

The third time...fuck it!  No one tosses in their
sleep that much!

When I turned around to see what the shit was trying
to get at, I saw this black hood sitting one row back
on the opposite side of the bus.  It was dark, but I
could see the white's of his eyes staring at me.

As cars drove by on the other side of the highway, I
caught a glimpse of him through the car's head lights.
 I could tell, even with him seated, this guy was at
least 6'3"!

His tight black curls were compressed in to small
finger waves from the wave cap that hung off his left
knee.  He had light stubble on his chin but no where
else on his face.  He had head phones around his neck
and was wearing a long white t-shirt.  His grey sweats
were turned inside out so the fuzzies showed and the
sweats looked almost white with grey waist and ankle
bands.  And he sported a pair of white Nike's.
Needless to say this guy was a straight Philly hood
and intimidated the shit out of me!

At first I thought he might have been trying to get my
attention to punk me out.  So I turned around real
quick and tried not to breath or draw more attention
my way.  But something made me turn around and make
eye contact again, thinking he wanted my attention for
some other reason.

When I looked a second time, his eyes were shut and
his head rested against the window.  Figured.  But
hey!  Now I had an even larger hard-on...and that was
nothing to complain about!

So I turned around and grazed my cock with my hand
before settling once again in to my oh-so-comfy seat.
Just as I did, I heard a labored yawn and someone
adjusting their body position.  Then a hand grazed
right along the left side of my neck!

I turned around to see the hood settling back in to
his seat at a new angle that opened his legs wide and
showed more than the length of his body.  I still
didn't quite believe it meant what my cock and I
wanted it to...but a man's allowed to dream!  But then
the hood put one hand behind his head, one on his cock
and a foot right against mine.

Well...damn!  I had to pick a straight boy to sit next
to!  But we were about to make the King of Prussia
stop - the one right before Philly - and people were
sturring from their sleep.  Fucking people.  So I
turned around and hoped that the straight cock next to
me was getting off at King of Prussia so I could lean
back and resume the show.

No such luck.  But a seat did open up two rows back.
So I moved back, the hoods eyes on me all the while.

There was a long traffic jam during the final stretch
to Philly.  The bus was jerking and stopping
constantly.  So everyone was awake.  The hood and I
caught a few glances but nothing big.  We finally got
to Philly and everyone got up, except the hood.
Again...figures.  I grabbed my bag and stood up to get
off the bus.

Even moving two rows back added significant time to my
wait to get off the bus.  But eventually people got
their shit and the line started moving.  When I got to
where the hood sat, he was still there!  He stood up
right as I approached his seat, always watching me.  I
walked past, still feeling a bit intimidated but
fucking hard as a rock by the 6'5" black man that just
rose beside me.  The hood stepped right out behind me,
walking closer behind me than any stranger ever
should.

I tepped off the bus and walked in to the terminal,
feeling rather cocky about being able to attract that
tough, straight-looking man.  So I got a little risky
and turned around, sure that he was still following
me.  I turned around and saw a 50-year-old white woman
wearing a thin white shirt, no bra, tits to her bellly
button and a mole on her face.

Yup.  Just what I was looking for.  So now, my humble
cock softened, I went to piss.  All the commotion with
the old woman had left me rather turned off.

I found the nearest john and went in to a stall,
somewhat hoping to find a glory hole and half because
I do everything possible to avoid public urinals.

I let our one of the longest and hardest streams of
piss I had in a long time.  I shook the last drops
loose from the tip of my cock, zipped up and opened
the door to find the hood standing there!  His hand
touched my chest and pushed me back in to the stall as
he checked the bathroom and locked the stall door.

Without a word his hand moved from my chest to my
shoulder and forced me down to sit on the toilet seat.
 His other hand opened grabbed the elastic of his
sweats, tucked them under his balls and grabbed on to
his 8 inch cock!  His cock was the perfect shade of
chocolate, had the smoothest skin of any cock I had
seen to that point in time and just the right pattern
of veins to make me realize where my addiction to
snickers bars came from!

His hand grabbed the back of my head like it was a
basketball and pshed me right down on his cock.  But
not hard.  Nice.  Slow.  Even.  And he never moved his
cock.  Just my head.

I let out an uncontrollabel moan.  The taste and
perfect width and rhythm of that hood's meat made it
impossible not to.

I got hotter and hotter, sucking the shit out of the
hood and go deeper and faster.  But he had total
control and just kept constant rhythm and speed.  But
I managed to look up and caught his face just as his
eyes and head rolled back and his hands moved to hold
my head still.

And that was when I head the first sound from him.  A
small and low, "Yeah."  It made me ooze pre-cum!  His
voice embodied the steam from heated chocolate being
poured in to ice cold milk.

He started to thrust in to me then, never changing
speed, depth or rhythm.  Only holding my head still.
Doing the work with his crotch instead.

I grabbed my own 7-inch cock and started beating it so
hard I could hear the sound echoing off of the side of
the stall.  I reached the other hand under his shirt
to play with his right nipple.  He simply took his
hand hand, moved my hand to his left nipple, and kept
pumping.  A little bit deeper now.

I could see his balls tightening and was hoping he
wasn't too close.  I loosened my lips a bit and he
slowed his thrusts just enough to lower his balls but
give me a little taste of his gooey caramel center.  I
got more hot then I could remember being for a long
while or that I have been since!

So I took some spit from the hood's then dripping cock
and started working my ass in hopes that the hood
would take my not-so-subtle suggestion.  And no sooner
than I touched my hole, he looked down and said,
"Na-ah.  That's mine."

Damn right it was!  And whatever he wanted to do with
it!

He took his hands from the sides of my head and lifted
me off the toilet seat by my arms pits.  He moved me
to switch our positions so that he was by the toilet
and I was by the door.

"Turn around.  Hands on the door."

He took my seat on the toilet while I turned around.
He started chomping on my ass like it was his first
meal in a week!  I just lowered my head, pushed my ass
back and growned.  No sooner than that I felt the
hoods hand grab my balls and squeeze way hard.

"Keep still and shut the fuck up."

I winced but was too scared and turned on to make a
sound...until he let go of my balls, gently kissing
them and slowly licking back up to my ass hole.  Now
we were back in action!

It took all of my strength to keep quiet while he
rimmed my ass and stroked my cock and balls.  My balls
started tightening and my cock bucking by the time we
really got a groove on.  I thought he would ease up
like I had earlier for him but he kelp going until I
came!  That was the first time another man made me
come and I didn't make a sound!

And the hood kept right on going, moving his thumb up
to my hole and rubbing his spit all over my tight
pucker.

That was when I got tight.  I wasn't purposely trying
to keep from touching a ucked-up straight man but my
hole and thighs were tight!  I wanted the hood to work
the shit out of my ass, but it had been nearly 7
months since anyone has gone there.  A man gets a
little nervous after so much time.  Don't you become a
virgin again after that long?!

But all it took for the hood to relax me was him
saying, "Relax, bruh.  I ain't gonna hurt you...yet."
And I had another erection!  I felt so relaxed I could
have fit his 8-inch cock plus another one inside of
me!

The hood worked his thumb inside my newly virgin ass
and slowly finger fucked me, working up to a longer
finger, than two fingers...three...even four!  He had
me going so much that I didn't notice him standing up
and spitting on his cock.  he had worked me so
well...the only thing that let me know his cock was
inside of me was the feeling of his hands craddled in
my hips and the feel of his bushy pubic hair against
my ass crack.

He started very slowly, adjusting his thrusts to work
the left side of my ass lining, then my right...then
my prostate.  There was no reach around but still my
cock my dripping so much pre-cum there was a
noticeable puddle on the floor below me!

And then he started.

he squared his feet and started pumping, harder and
harder, not going all the way in to avoice that
smacking sound we all love.  But it made no
difference.  I was gone and totally his!

I could feel the sweat from his head hitting my back
as he pushed my shirt up my back before spreading my
cheeks further apart.  I could see in my mind's eye
how he was watching his chocolate cock going in and
out of my ass and smiling all the while!  he almost
let out another moan when the bathroom door opened!

Before the door hit the wall protector, the hood
rammed his bone all the way inside of me, wrapped his
left arm around my stomach, covered my mouth with his
right hand, picked me up while sitting on the toilet
and kept riding me!  He dug the tips of his fingers in
to my stomach and lifted me up and down, pulling his
crotch back as I went up in the air and thrusting it
forward as I came back down, to smoke his cock!

I could feel the sweat from his abs sliding down to
his pubes and soaking my back while watching the feet
of the new man in the john walk in to the stall right
next to us!  Too much!  My arms braced against the
sides of the stall and my cock shot out a second time!
 This time I shot five solid jets of hot cum!  The
first hot the damned stall door!

The hood's hand tightened over my mouth as I came, my
newly plucked asshole convulsing and making the hood
empty a huge load of warm juice inside of me.  And he
held me there while the man in the next stall wiped,
pulled up his pants, washed his hands and left.

I was completely spent.  So was the hood.  He lifted
me off of his cock, wiped it clean, put hiscock back
in his sweats and said, "Thanks, bruh!"  he slapped my
left ass cheek and left the stall.  All I could do was
sit on the toilet, lean down and watch his feet as he
walked out of the bathroom.

I leaned back and rested my head on the tiled wall
behind the toilet and just said, "Whoa!"   I was still
trying to ctach my breath when I looked at my watch
and saw that is was 9:25!  5 minutes before my bus to
Tennessee left!

I pulled my pants up, no time to buckle my belt or
even empty the hood's seed from inside me.  I made the
bus just as the driver started to pull out and rode
all the way to Knoxville next to the 50-year-old woman
that I saw before meeting back up with the hood.  I
couldn't help but laugh as I leaned my seat back and
rode down south with the Philly hoods seed inside of
me.