Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2007 21:21:46 -0800 (PST)
From: Maiyeko Singi <m.singi@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bus 147

Description: An Asian guy's lust comes to life on the 147


I listened to the slow pulse of Lust as it crept into
the room. The door had been sealed with painters' tape
and a wet towel but it still found me. It moved across
the floor giving rise to the wood like a wave. The
force made me trip and stumble backwards into the
first bedroom. I was barely fast enough to push the
door closed behind me. Immediately the clawing
started. The scratching sounded like pleading. The
kind of begging that digs into the flesh to draw
something out that is not readily given. My intention
was to grab a couple of condoms and packs of travel
lube when I was stopped cold. In all the excitement I
had forgotten about the picture of Stephen that I'd
printed from an email he'd sent. My heart pumped my
chest full with anxiety. I didn't understand what had
happened to us, how Lust had torn things apart so
easily. I told myself to focus, that Stephen wasn't
coming back. The Lust had consumed him. I turned in
panic at the sound of the opening door. Quickly, I
fingered and filtered through the contents of the
drawer beside the bed searching for what I needed and
stuffed my pockets full. Five condoms, I counted.
"Does carrying five condoms make me look fat" I
wondered. Whatever the feeling was that inched to
consume me, I was prepared for anything.


The sound and motion of the floor writhing like a body
in heat forced me to cut through the bathroom and exit
out the connecting door. If I wasn't fast enough I
might have missed the last express. My dick had gotten
hard, and my ass twitched a little -- that had been
close. I needed to fuck someone or blue ball would be
my new bitch. Within the beat of a half note I was
down the alley running to catch the number 147 which
ran non stop to Kevin's apartment in Riverton. He was
a sure bet. He was always hungry for my dick, or
whatever other part of me he could put in his mouth.

The trip only took twenty minutes, but it seemed like
an hour with all the activity in my pants. The guy who
sat facing the aisle kept stealing glances at the
outline of my cock. I pretended not to notice, but it
was almost to the point that any willing ass would do,
just so long as it came with a penis and matching
scrotum. Stephen had the perfect set. In all my
history he was one of the few guys I truly felt
uninhibited sucking off. It may have had a lot to do
with my comfort level since he had demanded from the
beginning that we both get HIV test. The end result
was a big fat negative for both so I had no concern
whenever his dick was in my mouth or elsewhere. It
seemed natural, too natural, so much in fact that I
wanted the condoms off.

The bus whizzed onto the expressway and headed south.
The engine hummed in protest as the driver hammered
the gas eager to finish his last run for the night.
His thighs were thick and worked out. It was almost
certain he could crack my small five foot seven frame
like a nut. A look at his crotch had revealed either
very large balls, a huge black cock, or both. I
imagined myself sucking his dick while we sped along.
There were only three other people riding, two of them
were sleep in the last row, and the one that kept
watching me would probably have masturbated. I could
almost feel my fingers entangled in the driver's thick
pubes and was tempted to start a conversation.

I thought instead about the next conversation I would
liked to have had with Stephen. I wanted to address
the issue of his leaving. The fact actually was that
"you didn't just leave, you literally ran!" I wanted
to frame it so he'd know exactly how much it hurt to
be left standing in the rain outside that playhouse.
He ran for the train and left me after one peck on the
cheek. Two nights before and for three in a row, his
tongue had taken root in my throat. But just like
that, something had changed and I wasn't in on exactly
who or what that something was. Many nights I sat
crying, wondering what was wrong with me. "Why can't I
keep a man's attention for longer than three months?"
The question fell to no one, the walls didn't answer,
my ass didn't hold the answer, nor did my cock.

He'd told me that he had something to do, or someone
to meet about a job and I just listened to his lies.
"Well I guess you are going that way" he pointed west.
"I had fun." He'd known I needed to go north also - we
had done it so many times before. We would both head
north, transfer at Princeton and steal long kisses
good night while waiting under the awning of the
sandwich shop. When I wasn't going back to his place,
a few times we'd let several busses pass before
parting. One particular night it was really late and I
was bold enough to face him and tickle the tips of my
fingers in his bright red pubes. I loved the way he
looked naked. His dick appeared as though it emerged
from the fires of a volcano. The first time he fucked
me it had hurt, but I didn't let on. I wasn't the kind
of bottom that did a lot of showcase moaning.

Initially he was against my screwing him saying that
he was strictly a top. I found out later that that
just wasn't true. His previous lover was a guy named
Javar  that I happened to catch naked at the gym once.
Guys all but fell to their knees to worship his thick
dark meat. His complexion was smooth and without
blemish, part of me immediately became unnerved at the
thought of him riding Stephen in stark contrast
through all hours of the night. If I ever got the
chance to talk to Stephen: I wanted to ask him why he
pretended to be so interested in romance when all he
truly wanted was a kinky blow job in the shadow of a
sandwich shop, catch a movie from time to time, and
get fucked by a Mandingo Cock? "I'm OK with that" the
sex and a movie thing. Donkey Dick I had a problem
with.

Stephen was able to fuck with my head because I wanted
to hear what he was saying even when his actions said
otherwise. From the beginning, right down to my
introduction to him through his online profile things
were amiss. The eight inch cock, him not really being
35, the old picture from when he actually had visible
abs, and him being a strapping top, it was all
fiction, and I let myself fall in love with it. I sat
lost in that fairy tale past, unaware that lust had
found me on the 147.

The one guy that had been awake moved to where I was
sitting and tried to start a conversation. He'd been
drinking and his breath smelled of sour liquor. I
couldn't understand what he had said but simply smiled
and agreed assuming it was something about the
unseasonably warm winter. His eyes were glazed. The
desire had him, lust was his shadow. His fingers pawed
at the seat and the scratching sounded like begging. I
shifted my position as the bus rocked from slamming a
pothole.

I ignored the guy inflamed with desire next to me and
said so in my body language. My mind raced back to
memory number five. Particularly, the night I managed
to slip my cock into Stephen's "pothole," one of the
few times he'd let me do it. We'd been dancing,
drinking, and of course he'd been smoking weed which
would become a signal that he wanted me to fuck his
fuzzy red. For whatever reason (I was nervous,
stressed, not in the mood to top, it was my first time
fucking him or perhaps intimidated by the idea of his
ex boyfriend's massive cock stretching him wide open)
I couldn't get an erection. I'd tossed the condom off
and was going to call it a night when he requested
that I just rub the head against his hole. I did and
the warm sensation there caused me to become engorged.
"Yeah" he said, "just put it in" and just like that,
my erect prick sprang forth and grew into his anxious
opening on its own. That was the first time I'd
actually popped a woody inside a guy's hole. Words
can't describe how good it felt floating free inside
him.

Stephen was a little high from the pot so the
sensation put him over the edge. My heart beat faster
than it ever had while we fucked. I was both afraid
and excited and almost came after a mere 30 seconds.
He realized what we were doing and moved off my dick
before I let the juices fly. To my surprise he turned
around as I pretended to drop an invisible condom and
started licking my balls while he jacked off. My
breathing remained heavy. I started to stroke my
erection which was wet from the secretions of his
bowels. We both came in syncopation. I was lying back,
him on all fours bucking and arching his body, his
head fell between my thighs and I shot cum on the side
of his face while he painted my leg a beat after. It
was the best fifteen seconds of my life. Afterwards we
lay there and chatted about nothing.

The next morning he asked if I'd fucked him without a
rubber and I didn't know what to say. "Why the fuck
did we get tested then?" I should have protested but
did not. The irony was that he had no problem with it
the night before. Part of me wondered if perhaps his
concern was not for his own safety, but mine. "What
had he done" was the prominent question in my mind all
that week.

Things of course got better and we were in a loving,
trusting, monogamous relationship from all outward
appearances. Two months later, he left me standing in
the rain for no apparent reason other than things were
going perfectly.

The bus stopped at the corner of King Drive and I
exited the back and walked fast in the direction of
Kevin's apartment, almost running in fact. The older
guy with the stale alcohol on his breath started to
follow me but stayed on the bus when I didn't wait up.
His lust leaped from the physical body and trailed
after me.

The trees dripped sap and pollen in its wake and the
air turned hot and intimate like a small room. I kept
moving forward trying not to arouse suspicion from
anyone who might have been up at that hour looking out
a window. The last thing I needed was for someone to
call the cops wondering why some Asian man was running
through the streets of the Riverton screaming
something about Lust hot on his tail. "Why no officer,
I wasn't running from some big Black man - I was in
fact chasing one!" Imagine that on the evening news
`Black man fucked by GAM. According to witnesses, he
was trying to drown the memory of an ex in the beds of
strange African American males.'

When I got to the door Kevin opened it immediately
even though he was half asleep. He had on the Tokyo
boxers that I had bought for him a few weeks before. I
got them because he always liked to sleep in briefs
and I preferred him naked. I figured I could slowly
wean him off wearing anything to bed other than his
smile, which I especially liked. "Who's chasing you"
he laughed and pecked me on the lips. He looked out
the door suspiciously not even asking why I had shown
up unannounced. That would have never gone over well
with Stephen. Kevin closed the door, but the Lust
moved fast and sprang into his body. When he turned
around his expression of it had changed him to a man
with negligible motives. "Coast is clear" he managed
with a devilish grin.

His black cock was sticking straight out and pointed
at me. The word in front read "To kyo" separated by
what was one of the sweetest dicks I'd set eyes on. He
said "I was actually hoping you'd just show up." The
floor moved beneath me and I don't remember either of
us taking a step, but we ended up in each others arms,
forced by his lust and mine, just as Stephen must have
been at that same moment somewhere across town. I
wondered if he was winning the war against it.

Kevin picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. I
rested my head on his strong shoulder and let out a
sigh. The longing we both had to be with someone
boiled over and my concupiscence took a name. "Kevin"
I kissed his name. For the next hour and a half we
smooched, touched, rubbed, caressed, hugged, spanked,
suckled and fucked. There was not a spot on my body
that he had not noticed. His tall strong six foot body
seemed to over power mine but in the end he always
gave me whatever it was that I needed from him in
exactly the way I needed it. When I was ready he
rolled onto his stomach and arched his beautiful round
ass so that I could enter it.

He moaned so sweetly that I wanted to cum immediately,
knowing full well that if I did he wouldn't see it as
selfish but simply what I'd wanted at the time. I
thrust myself into him repeatedly like a march, my
rhythm steady, one two, right left, three four^Å He
pumped back not in syncopation but matched my beat.
Before I came I pulled out and pinched the head of my
cock to hold back the jizz. Quickly, I rolled over
onto my back and Kevin took the que, grabbed a condom,
then lubed up my wanton hole. "I want to cum with you
inside me" I whispered. He then kissed me softly on
the lips, pushed into what was rightfully his and
pounded my gut.

It only took a few minutes of his working in me when I
realized that I was actually thinking about every inch
of him - no one else. I held onto his back feeling the
hard muscles work under his soft beautiful skin. He
smelled sweet and breathing him in filled my lungs
with a heat, not hot like a volcano, but warm like the
sun. I kissed him deep, clutched his head to my neck,
locked my feet around his hips and squeezed the
pleasure he gave. He grunted, I gasped and showcased
like a true bottom - we both started to cum. I'd never
cried out like that with Stephen. When I opened my
eyes, the bed was draining lust, and memory number
five was drowning in the vortex.

Kevin asked "are you ok?"

"I'm fine" I told him. "You just masturbated inside me
and I loved it." I laughed after a moment pushing his
soft cock out of my body. The head caused me to jerk
when it plopped out - we both smiled. For the next
fifteen hours that I spent with Kevin, I didn't think
of Stephen at all. More so, we caught the 147 back to
my place where we spent the next four days sucking,
fucking, and enjoying the sites of our own city like
tourist being chased by Lust and drowning memories.