Date: Sun, 17 Jul 2016 14:55:03 -0400
From: Jim Bond <insatiable169@outlook.com>
Subject: Memorable Bus Ride

I thought I would share with you an experience I once had a few years
ago. I hope it gives you twinges somewhere on your body.

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Memorable Bus Ride

My lover was born, raised and worked in Quebec City, Canada when we met
while he was in Montreal on vacation. I, an Anglophone from Montreal,
worked in Montreal and so we could only get together on weekends. Since
neither of us had a car, we travelled between cities via the
Interprovincial bus line.

For my part, I usually took my supper and showered after work and normally
boarded the bus at 8:00 PM (2000 hours) for the 3-hour trip.

One Friday evening (I believe that it was mid-October) I took my seat at
the very back of the bus on the driver's side. With the washroom on the
right, there were only two adjacent seats in this back row. I sat close to
the aisle to see who would be coming down to where I was, and was elated to
see this guy in his twenties wearing VERY tight jeans. I slid over to my
left, by the window, to let him sit down.

About 30 minutes into the trip, I found the air conditioning to be quite
warm so I took off my jacket and draped it over my knees, taking care to
allow it to fall over his left thigh at the same time. I noticed that he
didn't move his leg, nor did he remove my jacket. My heart started
pounding.

Pretending that I was asleep, I didn't notice that he had slipped his hand
under my jacket. Suddenly, I became aware of his fingers slowly, ever so
slowly, creep up my own thigh and move toward the inside of my leg. I let
him continue until I could feel his hand touching my swollen cock.

I still feigned asleep and he began to rub my cock through my jeans - back
and forth, back and forth. I could feel my ejaculation building but didn't
move until the last second when I opened up my legs and spurted all down
the inside of my jeans. He could feel me spurting and feel my ejaculate
coursing though my cock, and continued to masturbate me, milking the last
drop out of my cock.

He held his hand there where I had cum and worked the semen through the
denim so that he could feel the wetness in his hand. We continued like that
until we arrived at our destination. By this time, my jeans had dried so my
lover never knew what had transpired on that trip.

I never saw that guy again.