The old man and the bus
The old man and the bus. . . . .
It felt like the bus would never arrive. I was 17 and had been working out of town. I had been waiting ages for a bus to take me back. As I looked at my watch for the tenth time a voice said, “it’ll be here in ten minutes”. I looked around and saw that someone else was waiting for the bus. He must have been in his seventies, thinning white hair and a friendly smiling face. “Do you live round here?” he asked. When I said that I didn’t he replied that he did, just a couple of minutes from the bus stop. We started chatting to pass the time, just about the weather and general stuff. He asked my age and I told him 17. Then the conversation turned to did I have a girl friend. When I said that I didn’t at the moment, he smiled and said that he was sure I would soon.
Then he started telling me that he had a friend who he owed money to, but the friend said that he would forget the money if this man would give him a blow job. I was shocked, but at that moment the bus arrived, and I got on, going to sit upstairs at the back next to the window. I looked down and the man was looking up, he smiled and so I did too. The next thing I knew was the man had got on the bus and was walking towards me. He sat down next to me and said that we could travel together.
As the bus set off he started talking to me, and at the same time his hand started to rub against my leg. He was talking about how he and his friend would often sit upstairs on the bus and if nobody was close to them they would “have a bit of fun”. He added that he lived alone so his friend could visit whenever he wanted. His hand was now on top of my thigh and stroking it, moving slowly upwards. He was telling me that perhaps I could call at his place sometime and meet his friend, adding “we could have a great time getting to know each other”
I knew that I should be moving his hand away and sit somewhere else, but my cock was getting hard, and I was enjoying the feeling. By now his hand was on top of my bulge and caressing it, while he was telling me that he’d like to dress me up for him and his friend to play with. His hand moved to my zip and slowly pulled it down, then slipped inside the gap to take hold of my cock and stroke it up and down. He leaned towards me and said “let’s have a look, shall we?”
By now the bus had stopped twice, but fortunately (I suppose) no-one had decided to sit upstairs. He pulled my stiff cock out and was telling me how nice it was. Then he said, “I think I will say hello” and bent to kiss it, pulling my foreskin back first. Then I felt his mouth go around my cock and start to suck it. After about twenty seconds of this he sat back up and began to stroke my cock, all the time telling me what he and his friend would do to me. At one point he said “I could buy some pretty clothes and we’d dress you as my niece, then take you upstairs to undress you and make you suck us both” I was both nervous and excited at the same time. The bus stopped again, and I found myself hoping that nobody would come upstairs. His hand and dirty talk continued and I knew I was about to cum, but didn’t know if I should tell him. My cock made the decision for me and started to shoot my load all over his hand and my jeans.
He looked at me and said “mmm that was nice wasn’t it”. I just nodded. He pointed down to his trousers and said “would you like to do something for me now”. I looked down and saw his cock was sticking out of his trousers. I didn’t know he had taken it out. He lifted my hand and put it onto his cock. I took hold of it and realised it was bigger than mine but not as hard. “Stroke it son” he said, “nice and slow”. I began to move my hand up and down just as we got to the next bus stop. The man looked at me and said “I bet you’d love to suck it for me, wouldn’t you? ”. Then we heard footsteps coming upstairs, then a man and woman walked towards us and sat two seats away on the other side. They would be able to see everything. Hurriedly the man and I both put our cocks back, out of sight, and sat there innocently. The man told me his address and made me promise that I would call at his house the next time I was passing.
I never did visit him, although in my fantasies I did many times and we had so much dirty,horny fun . . .
It felt like the bus would never arrive. I was 17 and had been working out of town. I had been waiting ages for a bus to take me back. As I looked at my watch for the tenth time a voice said, “it’ll be here in ten minutes”. I looked around and saw that someone else was waiting for the bus. He must have been in his seventies, thinning white hair and a friendly smiling face. “Do you live round here?” he asked. When I said that I didn’t he replied that he did, just a couple of minutes from the bus stop. We started chatting to pass the time, just about the weather and general stuff. He asked my age and I told him 17. Then the conversation turned to did I have a girl friend. When I said that I didn’t at the moment, he smiled and said that he was sure I would soon.
Then he started telling me that he had a friend who he owed money to, but the friend said that he would forget the money if this man would give him a blow job. I was shocked, but at that moment the bus arrived, and I got on, going to sit upstairs at the back next to the window. I looked down and the man was looking up, he smiled and so I did too. The next thing I knew was the man had got on the bus and was walking towards me. He sat down next to me and said that we could travel together.
As the bus set off he started talking to me, and at the same time his hand started to rub against my leg. He was talking about how he and his friend would often sit upstairs on the bus and if nobody was close to them they would “have a bit of fun”. He added that he lived alone so his friend could visit whenever he wanted. His hand was now on top of my thigh and stroking it, moving slowly upwards. He was telling me that perhaps I could call at his place sometime and meet his friend, adding “we could have a great time getting to know each other”
I knew that I should be moving his hand away and sit somewhere else, but my cock was getting hard, and I was enjoying the feeling. By now his hand was on top of my bulge and caressing it, while he was telling me that he’d like to dress me up for him and his friend to play with. His hand moved to my zip and slowly pulled it down, then slipped inside the gap to take hold of my cock and stroke it up and down. He leaned towards me and said “let’s have a look, shall we?”
By now the bus had stopped twice, but fortunately (I suppose) no-one had decided to sit upstairs. He pulled my stiff cock out and was telling me how nice it was. Then he said, “I think I will say hello” and bent to kiss it, pulling my foreskin back first. Then I felt his mouth go around my cock and start to suck it. After about twenty seconds of this he sat back up and began to stroke my cock, all the time telling me what he and his friend would do to me. At one point he said “I could buy some pretty clothes and we’d dress you as my niece, then take you upstairs to undress you and make you suck us both” I was both nervous and excited at the same time. The bus stopped again, and I found myself hoping that nobody would come upstairs. His hand and dirty talk continued and I knew I was about to cum, but didn’t know if I should tell him. My cock made the decision for me and started to shoot my load all over his hand and my jeans.
He looked at me and said “mmm that was nice wasn’t it”. I just nodded. He pointed down to his trousers and said “would you like to do something for me now”. I looked down and saw his cock was sticking out of his trousers. I didn’t know he had taken it out. He lifted my hand and put it onto his cock. I took hold of it and realised it was bigger than mine but not as hard. “Stroke it son” he said, “nice and slow”. I began to move my hand up and down just as we got to the next bus stop. The man looked at me and said “I bet you’d love to suck it for me, wouldn’t you? ”. Then we heard footsteps coming upstairs, then a man and woman walked towards us and sat two seats away on the other side. They would be able to see everything. Hurriedly the man and I both put our cocks back, out of sight, and sat there innocently. The man told me his address and made me promise that I would call at his house the next time I was passing.
I never did visit him, although in my fantasies I did many times and we had so much dirty,horny fun . . .
3 年 前
