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The Bus fter getting married at 22 I moved out of London into the sticks and to my first teaching job, at a secondary school in devon. Not able to afford a car I had to get the bus from my villiage to the school. In fact it worked out pretty well because the bus I would catch in the mornings took me into the local town where at the bus station it became the school bus which would drop me right at the doors of where I worked. After school at 3pm the same situation occured in reverse. The school bus became a regular service and I could stay on the bus until my village. The only draw back was that I was sharing the bus with boys from my school for part of the journey. So one afternoon after school in May towards the end of my first year I was on the bus returning home, sat on the top deck with boys from my school. in the local town most of them got off and the bus was pretty much empty apart from one other lad and me. The first stop outside the town the lad got off leaving me alone on the top deck. Quite the usual pattern. As the bus set off to begin the trip through the local villages I heard heavy footsteps coming up the bus stairs. I was sat about mid way up the bus and I heard steps and glance sideways and saw a man deciding where to sit. He was smartly dressed and tall, very tall, head bent forward to avoid touching the ceiling. Late 40's at a guess. Being tall is one thing but more than that he was bulky, not fat but a huge frame. He stepped passed where I was sitting, stopped turned and he sat down right next to me. On an otherwise empty top deck this was odd, very odd I was distinctly uncomfortable. Why had he not sat somewhere else? I didn't speak to him but had to shuffle over a bit to make room for him. I am 5'7'' so he towered over me even sitting there. His bulky presence I could not help but notice. Even had he been sat elsewhere his presence would have been felt. Sat right next to me it was intimidating. His huge hands sat on his thighs like shovels. The bus jerked and joggled along slowly His weight pressing against me and making his presence even more ominous. I became aware of his arm moving gently and it was regular and insistent. I glanced carefully, discreetly to my left. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. Down between his legs he was massaging a prominent erection into full hardness. I could feel his right arm moving to and fro. Not only was he pulling his cock right next to me, he was making it obvious. I really didn't know what to make of it or do. I could tell him to 'fuck off' or to behave himself but if he was a bit of a nutter he could smack me into next week without breaking sweat. I opted to pretend not to notice. Try as I might I could not stop my eyes wandering to see what he was doing. If his hands were big his cock was definitely in proportion to the rest of him. He shuffled about a bit and in the process squashed me against the window and bus side. Glancing again I saw he had spread his legs and turned ever so slightly so I could see both his cock and his balls hanging outside of his trousers. I still pretended to not be looking but I was mesmerised at the sight and size of his cock, it was big. Even in porn clips I had seen nothing like it. His had picked up the pace and he was wanking with long definite strokes his arm pushing and pulling against me. I sat staring, couldn't help it, his long foreskin slipping easily over his glistening helmet. His cock was long and rigid and even as I watched a globe ot white semen apeared at the tip, growing fatter by the second and as his breathing became more ragged he gave a deep grunt and a long thick stream of spunk jetted up out of his cock some went over the seat in front, most landed on the back of the seat, Another thick spurt did exactly the same, followed but several jets each less powerful than the previous one until his cock was merely ousing his semen out. His cock and hand were covered in white cum and slowly he rubbed it all over his shaft and over his heavy balls. He sat still, as did I, and after a min or so of rubbing his own semen around his cock he stood up slipped his still messy cock back into his trousers zipped up and walked back down stairs. Never said a word. I sat in a kind of shock. Staring at the thick trails of spunk still slowly moving down the back of the seat in front. It came to me as a weird realisation I was nursing a painful erection inside my pants. I could hardly believe it. I wasn't gay. I was married. Even so I was aroused. With still mins to go to my stop I unzipped and pulled out my cock and slowly brought myself to an intense climax out all over the bus floor. As I got off the bus, red faced and hoping the conductor wouldn't notice anything I wondered what the fuck had just happened. I felt abused, definitely. Maybe like a woman must do when she has been flashed. All evening I was running it over and over in my mind. Was I at fault ? Do I look 'gay' ? Should I have just told him to do one? Why had I been so aroused ? All evening while watching TV I was replaying the sight of his big cock being massaged. The sight of his foreskin slipping silkily over his helmet. My mrs sitting next to me noticed I had an erection and as she stroked me through my clothes she was telling me she wanted me and we should go to bed early. We did, and we made love, when I came in her it was his thick spurting penis that was in my mind. A several weeks passed and while I had a couple of wanks about what happened the shock had worn off and it was slowly drifting to the back of my mind. I got to the stage where it was pretty much just something that had happened. Past. Done with. Finally the last day of the school year arrived and after the k**s all left at midday the staff went for a few drinks. I had a couple and set off for the bus. At the stop I stood and waited and heard someone come up and stand behind me just as the bus came into view. I got on showed my pass and made for the top deck. The bus as usual was quiet, being mid afternoon, and I sat on the back seat of the empty top deck. I heard footsteps and into view came my one time flasher. I didn't look at him just stared stright out of the window. He paused, must have looked at me, and promptly sat down next to me to my right, forcing me to shuffle up. I knew what was coming. I wasn't exactly afraid but I was apprehensive but I was also half looking forward to what I knew he was going to do. Why else would he sit next to me again? The bus made it's slow jerky way through the lanes and once again I was being pushed around by his bulk. He stuck his right leg out and leaned right back making a big show of sliding down his zip, fishing inside and pulling out his semi hard penis, like a bit of thick rope. It was as if I wasn't there. I stared forward but my concentration was firmly on my peripheral vision to my right. Again he shuffled around and out came his big heavy balls. He had turned slightly and was tilted somewhat towards me. In my vision his cock jerked and pumped itself into full erection. I looked firm and almost angry with a big helmet and his loose foreskin sliding back to sit easily about half way down the tip. He spoke to me quietly. 'Go on . Do I have to do it myself ?' I said ' I'm sorry ? Look I'm not....I mean it isn't something...I'm married ....' He cut me off ' So am I but that makes no difference Take hold and make me shoot. We both know you want to. You enjoyed my little show a few weeks ago, I know you did.' 'Look' I said 'I have never ....' Again he cut me off ' Hold it lad. Come on stop pretending.' With that with his left hand he reached and grabbed my right wrist. Firmly but not aggressively he pulled my hand over and placed it on his dick. I half let him do it and half resisted but I could feel how excited I was I did want to hold it I knew and that was what was difficult. My fingers closed naturally on his cock and after holding my hand there for no more than a couple of seconds he let go. My hand stayed where it was. His cock was hot in my hand I could feel the sliky looseness of the outer skin against the spongy bonyness of his cock, Very firm yet pliable at the same time. I knew the feeling from my own cock but this was so much more enthralling. My fingers barely reached around his cock. Instinctively, naturally I moved my hand pulling his skin down and back up. 'There. That's better. You like that don't you' He said softly. I didn't speak, I don't think I could have. I watched in silent, excited horror as my hand pulled on his big member, like it was someone elses hand, it seemed to have a life all it's own. I pulled his loose skin down his shaft and his foreskin slid easily right off his helmet forming a ring of folded skin behind the ridge, where it stayed. He moved his left arm back and up which gave me much more room to move. 'Go on , make me cum. I want you to feel my cock cum' I was so excited I could feel myself hard in my pants. Unconsiously I moved around slightly and reached across myself with my left hand and I took hold of his fat balls. 'That's it do what you want . Wank me like you like to wank' His words had my head reeling. So taboo, so wrong but I was caught up in the moment and I was loving the feel of this strangers cock in my hands. I pulled him with my right hand and massaged his balls with my left but It was slightly awkward with my right side pressed against him still. I shuffled away from him as best I could so as to get a better position and he took the chance to swing his left arm up behind me. This gave me much more freedom of movement. His hand came to rest on my shoulder and it flashed through my mind that I was leaning in working his penis with both hands like some paid cheap<b> tart. </font></b>That thought made me feel uncomfortable but I was loving so much how his cock felt. I pulled his skin up and down and moved my left hand up his shaft realising that even with both hands around it there was more than enough length for me to still move both hands up and down. Precum from his cock was lubricating my efforts and my fingers became slick and wet. I carried on like this for quite a while, varying the pressure and speed. The weight of his arm on my shoulders increased and I could feel myself being moved down and in towards his crotch. I did resist this but he was strong and I think he barely noticed. 'Hold my balls again lad. Rub them as I shoot' I did as he asked. Eagerly almost. The encounter so far had lasted maybe minutes at most and yet here I was about to make a stranger climax on the back seat of a bus. I pulled his cock like I did my own and he obviously liked that. His hips were making slight jerking movements and his outstretched leg stiffened up. 'Oh yes lad that's great, nearly there. Don't stop keep doing it when I cum.' His hard cock became even more rigid and the precum was replaced with a milky slow ouse which had a thicker texture. I felt myself being pushed down again until I was almost in his lap tugging wetly on his cock making tiny wet slapping sounds. I could smell his cock, musky and heady, not unlike my wifes pussy at some times but distinctly different. His breathing became short and gasping, and I knew he was going to shoot no more than 6" in front of my face. When he did cum it surprised me. His hips and his cock jerked in unison as a powerful thick shot erupted out of his cock end most squirting forward over the seat back again but some dropping back down on my hands and his cock. I felt his other hand hold my head and he pulled me into position right over his cock. I stopped working him with my hands as his second spurt jetted directly upwards into my face. Pressing down firmly he pushed my face into his crotch. I felt his remaining climax squirt and pulse out across my cheeks and mouth. I should have been disgusted, angry, I should have been doing all I could to get away. Instead he relaxed his hold on me as if he knew and I just lay there with my head in his lap letting his wet messy cock still ouse out it's semen onto my face. 'Rub me . Rub it into my cock and balls. I need that' I pulled back slightly and did as he asked. I took hold of his semen covered cock and with slick, sticky hands I worked his wet cock. The wetness cooling on my face serving to excite me. Even more that I already was. 'Oh yes lad that's good. Coat my balls. You enjoyed that didn't you? I know I did. Nothing like having an eager pair of hands. Just keep doing that for a bit. You liked it didn't you?' I simply nodded. It was obvious I did. I could not deny it. I was confused, extremely aroused and aching for more. I didn't want to let go of this mans wet sticky penis that was slowly shrinking in my hands. 'Go on then lad, I know you want to.' I heard him but didn't take it in. 'It's ok, you will love it.' With that he pressed my face down into his crotch again. ' Still another 5 minutes yet so you have plenty of time' His wet cock came in contact with my mouth and I suddenly knew what he wanted me to do. I was revolted but at the same time a massive thrill shot through me. I opened my mouth and took a tentative lick at his penis. He moved his right hand and took hold of his slack cock. He held it for me and pushed my head down onto it. 'Oh good lad, suck it for me, lick my balls.' As if I was born to it I began sucking on his cock. Tasting his recent emissions and reveling in the salty slightly bitterness of it. I felt so complete. Like this was what I had been waiting for, what I had been missing all these years without even knowing that I was. I licked his cock end, licked down to his balls, sucked on his soft cock running my tongue around it and under his foreskin. I was lost in the unreal wrongness of it. All the while feeling it was like a natural coming home of sorts. The bus pulled into my village and I sat up, wiping my face and mouth. 'That was good lad and you loved it didn't you ? You needed little encouragment.' I didn't say anything but just nodded. I was embarassed at how I had acted but I was still so very excited by it. 'I'll see you again soon and you can do me properly. You would like that yes ?' I took that to mean actually suck him off,let him shoot in my mouth. The thought filled me with horror and excited me in equal measure. I could only nod again. 'Say so lad, tell me what you want to do' It took an effort to say the words. 'I want to suck you' 'You can do better that that . Tell me exactly' ' I want to suck your cock, Make you cum' 'And ? I knew I had to say the words. ' I want to suck your cock and make you cum in my mouth' 'There that wasn't so difficult.' He stood up and zipped up, leaned forward and said ' And when I shoot my cum in your mouth what will you do ?' I had to say it. 'I will swallow it.' He stood straight smiled down at me. 'Yes I know you will.' Just before he stepped away from me. He took my hand and placed it on his trouser front. I could feel his cock semi stiff again. 'I will keep you busy , don't you worry. ' With that he went down the stairs and off the bus. I got off at the next stop about 500m up the road. The school year was done for the next six weeks and strangely I felt a pang of sorrow that it would be at least a couple of months before we met again. In fact it was to be very much sooner that that. |
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