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Part 1
For the last couple of months, I've added some cardio to my gym session, causing me to barely catch the last bus home. Friday night, close to midnight, I entered the bus tired but on edge. As usual, I greet the bus driver, and beeline towards the end of the bus, put my headphones back on and try to drown out the noise of teens going to the city.
I was looking through the window, enjoying a new band I’ve discovered, when I’ve looked in front of me to see a stud looking directly at me. Short, dark blonde hair, about 6’3”, with blue eyes and a three-day stubble. Roughly my age, late twenties or so, and just as I smiled the bus made a swift turn, and he grabbed the pole next to him. His bicep flexed and the sleeve of his T-shirt tightened around it, and I could feel my cock pulsate already. My gaze travelled from his bicep toward his defined pecs outlining under the navy-blue shirt, going down to the bulge showing in his gym shorts, finishing my tour on the thick thighs and quads.
I fucking devoured him with my eyes in those few seconds.
Suddenly, I remembered he was looking at me, and I met his gaze. He smiled, licked his lips, and looked back at the phone in his hand.
My balls tightened. I’ve been on edge for weeks, car was still in the shop, and I hated using this bus and listening to the kids yell in the back of it. I took my phone out not to be too obvious, but my eyes kept returning to that bulge, and that nipple that grazed against his shirt, and those luscious lips I would love to see wrap around my cockhead. He must’ve known I was watching, adjusting his cock and balls now and then, and scratching and touching his pecs.
I stretched my arms up, looking at the window, making my shirt rise up to reveal my defined, hairy belly and if you’re fast enough, you’d catch a glimpse of my pits as well. And he did. As soon as I finished stretching, I looked back at him while fixing my shirt, and sure enough, the stud was staring. I nodded, he smiled, and that was it. The line was cast, and I got him hooked.
My stop was coming soon, so I opened my contact list, clicked on add new contact, typed in the name I gave him, and clicked on the phone number bar. I approached him, handing him my phone I simply said “Do you mind?” and waited.
He looked up at me and took out his earpods out. On the screen in front of him, under contact name, said “Muscle stud up for a quick BJ or?” and all he had to do was enter his number. He took the phone out of my hand, typed in his number, giving it back to me with a smug smile just as the bus stopped at my station. I took my phone in my hand, grinned and said “I’ll hit you up” just as I exited the bus.
“Let me know when and where – David” and hit send.
The phone barely left my grip as it slipped into my pocket, when I could feel it vibrate.
“Meet me at the next stop.”
I adjusted my half erect cock in my shorts, and started walking to the next stop, a couple of minutes away.
It was late summer, a chilly night, perfect for some extra cardio.
For the last couple of months, I've added some cardio to my gym session, causing me to barely catch the last bus home. Friday night, close to midnight, I entered the bus tired but on edge. As usual, I greet the bus driver, and beeline towards the end of the bus, put my headphones back on and try to drown out the noise of teens going to the city.
I was looking through the window, enjoying a new band I’ve discovered, when I’ve looked in front of me to see a stud looking directly at me. Short, dark blonde hair, about 6’3”, with blue eyes and a three-day stubble. Roughly my age, late twenties or so, and just as I smiled the bus made a swift turn, and he grabbed the pole next to him. His bicep flexed and the sleeve of his T-shirt tightened around it, and I could feel my cock pulsate already. My gaze travelled from his bicep toward his defined pecs outlining under the navy-blue shirt, going down to the bulge showing in his gym shorts, finishing my tour on the thick thighs and quads.
I fucking devoured him with my eyes in those few seconds.
Suddenly, I remembered he was looking at me, and I met his gaze. He smiled, licked his lips, and looked back at the phone in his hand.
My balls tightened. I’ve been on edge for weeks, car was still in the shop, and I hated using this bus and listening to the kids yell in the back of it. I took my phone out not to be too obvious, but my eyes kept returning to that bulge, and that nipple that grazed against his shirt, and those luscious lips I would love to see wrap around my cockhead. He must’ve known I was watching, adjusting his cock and balls now and then, and scratching and touching his pecs.
I stretched my arms up, looking at the window, making my shirt rise up to reveal my defined, hairy belly and if you’re fast enough, you’d catch a glimpse of my pits as well. And he did. As soon as I finished stretching, I looked back at him while fixing my shirt, and sure enough, the stud was staring. I nodded, he smiled, and that was it. The line was cast, and I got him hooked.
My stop was coming soon, so I opened my contact list, clicked on add new contact, typed in the name I gave him, and clicked on the phone number bar. I approached him, handing him my phone I simply said “Do you mind?” and waited.
He looked up at me and took out his earpods out. On the screen in front of him, under contact name, said “Muscle stud up for a quick BJ or?” and all he had to do was enter his number. He took the phone out of my hand, typed in his number, giving it back to me with a smug smile just as the bus stopped at my station. I took my phone in my hand, grinned and said “I’ll hit you up” just as I exited the bus.
“Let me know when and where – David” and hit send.
The phone barely left my grip as it slipped into my pocket, when I could feel it vibrate.
“Meet me at the next stop.”
I adjusted my half erect cock in my shorts, and started walking to the next stop, a couple of minutes away.
It was late summer, a chilly night, perfect for some extra cardio.