One of my many favorites was when I was 18 y.o., on my way to Chicago, on a Greyhound bus, going east on I-90, through the State of Montana, (which is a 12 hour drive across!), late at night, while most passengers were asleep.
Turns out the guy sitting next to me, a college student on Spring break, who had gotten aboard in Missoula, was as horny as I was... And, after a bit of chat and knee rubbing, things got interesting... Then the cautious hand on thigh... "Sorry, I must have fallen asleep."... "No problem."... Then we both covered our laps with a shared blanket, and things got real friendly... The sound of pants getting unzipped... And then both of us copping a feel... And, that was just the beginning.
At that age, I didn't know about 'edging' and wouldn't have cared, so I don't remember how many loads he or I popped, but suffice it to say, there was a whole lot of stroking going on for that 12 hours.
I remember guiltily wadding up that cum soaked blanket and stuffing it under the seat when we had to change buses in North Dakota... Where we parted ways.
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