The guy from the bus [part 1]

[Jamie]

The Guy from the Bus.

I felt like I was beeing watched. It was a strange feeling, it happened to me before but this time was a bit different. It was like a force who was pulling the hair from the back of my head. Unknown chills made the hairs on my arms raise. And then I saw...

I was in the same bus station like every morning. Going to work. Waiting for the bus to arrive. In the station almost the same people waiting. Some smoking, some listening to music on their players and some just looking indifferent at the cars passing by. And then was when it hit me. The strange feeling that I was being watched. I turned to my left. I turned to my right and there he was. A young man, a very cute young man was looking straight at me. Dark hair, smooth face skin, deep blue eyes. He noticed I was looking at him and lowered his eyes on the ground. I wanted to go to him and ask him...
The bus arrived and we got in. The cute man went and sitted in a chair somewhere in the middle of the bus. Behind him there was a free chair and I went there. I was starring at his shiny dark hair and my thoughts were creating dreams and wishes...

The same bus stop waiting for the bus. I was looking with my eyes for him. He wasn`t there. Where could he be? Why isn`t he there? And then I saw him. Coming with slow steps towards the bus stop. His head was lowered, he was looking at the sidewalk. He arrived in the stop and he raised his eyes. He saw me there and lowered his eyes again. The bus arrived and this time I took a sit in the middle of the bus. I felt him on my back. He was there, behinnd me. I looked at the reflection in the window and I assured myself it was him. His perfume arrived to my nose. It was something masculine, something strong, something exciting. I couldn`t help it and my mind started creating images of him half naked and after that naked. My cock starts to pulsate but I block it with my mind. I feel him breath behind me. I feel him staying there and I just want to turn and ...and...

Rainy day. Under my umbrella I search for him. I see him coming to the bus stop with his umbrella. He`s wearing a nice dark blue jacket and he looks like a guy from a movie I can`t remember. He looks at me as usual, he lowers his eyes and just stands there waiting for the bus. But now I was prepared. I was ready. No matter what happened I had to try.
The bus arrived. We got in, I let him sit and I took the chair behind him. I took of the piece of paper I had prepared and wrote:" Hi. You know, I saw you looking at me. I am a bit ashamed and I feel embarassed when people look at me like that. I am scared and ashamed to ask you but, do you like me? " ...and I just went closer to him and gave him the paper. He looked at the paper and not at me. He took it, he read it and became red. He took the pen and very slowly wrote back. He gave me the paper without looking at me and all I read was:"Yes". It was more than enough for me. I decided to follow him and get off the bus wherever he will.
I got off the buss two stops after my regular stop. After all the people disappeared, I approached him and I said::"Pleasure to meet you. I`m Jamie."
- "Hello. I`m Andrea[italian name]. Nice to meet you too."
He was obviously very shy because his eyes were everywhere else but on me. It was OK because it was a first time for me also. I wasn`t as shy as him but it was the first time I approached another man. Without even thinking I suddenly asked:
- You ever had sex with another man?
I felt him embarassed, I felt him trembling when he answered: "No".
Because I had to go to work I just took the piece of paper , wrote down my cell number and my adress, gave it to him and said:
- Would you like to meet at 5:30 PM ?
- Of course, he replied.
He took the paper and put it in his pocket.
The eight hours of work flew by. I was making plans after plans, dreams after dreams. Couldn`t stop thinking about his deep blue eyes, his beautifully shining hair, his blue jacket...his eyes...

I got home at 5 PM. I took a shower, prepared some snaks, some coke but I didn`t know what to do else. I was too emotioned to think straight.
I heard the bell ringing at exactly 5:30 PM. I opened the door and there he was, standing there with his eyes on the ground, obviously shy...embarassed, incredibly cute looking with the same strong masculine perfume I felt so many times in the bus.
- Hello! Come on in.
He entered my place with slow steps. He was shy. He didn`t know what to do. He just stood there in the living. Take a sit wherever you want, I said. He took a chair and sitted.
Would you like something to drink? A coffee maybe? A coke?
A coke , please. It`s too late for coffee.
I pourred him some coke in a glass and he started drinking it slowly. His lips were so sensual. The way he was sipping the coke from the glass made my cock go straight up.In the very next second I see him getting up, coming straight to me and kissing me deep and sweet. A kiss I will never forget. My first kiss with a man. His tongue got inside my mouth and it felt so sweet. His lips were so smooth and sweet at touch. He was sweet, his lips were sweet, his tongue was sweet. He stopped and looked into my eyes.
- I dreamed about this from the day I saw you in the bus stop, he said.
I was flying...I didn`t care about anything else...the world could have ended in that very moment. I was more than happy. I was in the 7th heaven.
I touched his face with my hand and I felt him tremble. He lifted up my shirt and start caressing my chest and my tummy. I was hungry for his lips, for his kiss so I started kissing him with hunger, with lust, with passion. He responded. He sat in my lap and I felt his erect cock touching my tummy. Such a nice feeling. I needed to release it from the prison, i needed to take it off his pants. I reached for his jeans` buttons and that`s when he stopped me.
- No, wait. Not now. We have enough time. I wan it to be slow and beautiful.
He went to my PC, reached for his pocket and took out an USB stick. he inserted the stick and chose a song from it. It was a song named Exotique sung by Soul Ballet he told me afterwards.
He looked into my eyes and started touching his chest and belly and then his neck and lips and then his chest again going down to his lower parts touching one button...going up on his tummy again and to the button again, opened one button , stopped and went up to his chest and then his lips...his tongue was out and he was licking his lips and the hand went down again to the jeans and opened another button...I could see a small part of the underwear and the bulge that was about to break the jeans. He came to me and said:
- Do you want to continue with unbuttoning?
He had to say no more. I reached with my hand, opened up the rest of the buttons..him standing there, in his feet in front of me...pulled down his pants went closer with my mouth and started to kiss his cock through the underwear...I pulled his underwear down and a beautifully shapped cock jumped in front of my eyes. Oh, how it smelled nice, how attractive it was, how much I wanted it...and now it`s here, in front of me...it`s mine. I reached his cock head with my tongue and I touched it with the tip of my tongue. I felt it pulsate. I went lower towards the balls and I felt him moaning. I took a testicle in my mouth and started sucking it...it felt so good. I went up again and just took half of that cock in my mouth in a second. His moanings started to be lowder while I was doing my coming and going movements. He grabbed my had with his hands and started pushing deeper and faster in my mouth. I was chocking but it was a wonderful feeling. I let him continue fucking my mouth deeper and deeper, his moanings were lowder and faster. He suddenly stopped. He looked at me and said:
- We wouldn`t want to finish that fast, would we? My turn now.

To be continued.

 

[hammervice]

To be continued.

When?

 

[Jamie]

To be continued.

When?

This coming week-end. I`m working on it but because I`m tired from work, I only write a few lines/night

 

[opiate]

it stops at where it should not. lol

 

[salehdafer]

ooh !!! am about to shoot - now ..you are great ..i like your story

 

[killgore]

id love to know the rest

 

[Jamie]

Ok, so after more than 6 months :| and I'm sorry about that but as some of you know, I have a long period of no privacy at all..but I managed to finish the story. Finally

Enjoy part 2 and again sorry it took me such a long time.

He pulled off and just stood there in front of me with a smile on his face. I looked at him with wondering eyes. I didn't know what to do. Should I go to him? Should I kiss him? Should I tell him something? Anything? His beautiful naked body , his wet and shiny cock, HE was invading my room. It was a breath taking invasion. A presence that made me forget about all that time I loved my lonely room, my lonely nights, my quietness. His lips were still blocked in that beautiful smile of his. I looked deep into his eyes and he just said:

- Come, come here.

I went to him with million thoughts running through my mind. I didn't know what he had in mind but I wanted to think there were all only good and pleasant things. And they were.
I stopped in front of him never taking my eyes off of his. He took my hand and he touched himself with it. I felt his tonified abs, his silky skin and my knees started to tremble. He reached with his right hand and touched my cheek. Oh, what a feeling. I closed my eyes and let him do whatever he wanted. Waiting was not my thing and cold shivers crossed my spine. My throat was dry. I tried to mask the need to just jump on him and taste every inch of his body but I didn't want to act like a maniac. My feelings were amplified by the long waiting. My skin was still very sensitive, my mouth kept the flavour a bit sour, a bit sweet of the cock I just tasted a few minutes ago.

He started kissing my lips first very light barely touching them with his lips. The tip of his tongue made the contour of my lips and I felt like feinting. My mind was flying away, far from this, far from reality. My cock was pulsating painfully and I felt the pre coming out with an unatural speed. I was all wet down there, I was excited like never before.

I was always curious about sexuality and sex and I had a few partners in the past but none of them was so tender, none of them smelled so nice, none of them was so perfect like him. I never knew I could feel like this with a man. Eversince I started experimenting with males I tried to understand the difference between having sex with a man and having sex with a female. Yes, with females I had sex, I made love...with males only sex and just to ease my hunger, just to extinguish the fire that once in a while lit in my body, in my heart, in my mind. But this was something much more different, much more life consuming than any love or sex that I had with females or with males. This was something beyond my imagination. Beyond my senses, beyond life and death. It felt like the best drug. Or at least I though it felt like that cause I never did drugs.

His hand moved towards my chest and he starts caressing me with his fingers. I want to open my eyes but I don't. I don't want to wake up. it's a wonderful dream.My lungs start to play tricks on me as he lowers his hand to my jeans. I start breathing harder and harder. It feels like there is not enough air in this world for me. He goes lower. His hand touches my erect cock through my jeans. I feel it pulsate and again a wave of pre floods my underwear. His lips are now on my chin, kissing it, biting it...on my neck , kissing it, biting it... on my chest, kissing my nipples, biting them, sucking them. My veins are flooded with fire. I boil, I burn , I melt. His tongue is now on my belly button..making circles around it, kissing my skin. His lips burn on my skin. His tongue gives me fire. With slow moves he pulls down my jeans. I just stay there with my eyes closed. I feel the tremble in my knees. His lips are on my cock, through my undies. I melt. He goes down to my balls and up again. He bites the cock head through my undies. I feel his teeth touching my cockhead. My cock pulsates. The undearwear do me harm. It hurts. He reaches with his hand and slowly pulls down my undies. What a relief. I don't dare to open my eyes. He is there, in his knees in front of my pulsating cock. I am sure of it. He's there...I reach with my hand and touch his hair. Yes, he's there. It's not just a dream. He is caressing my balls with his hand now. I start asking myself where I am. I don't remember. I remember him, there in the bus station. And now he's here. But where am I? It feels like a place where all the dreams come true. An idealistic place. Is there such a place?

A million nerves got into action and sent the most intensive information to my brain as he touched my cockhead with his lips. oh, how I felt like I was flying, wings grew out of nowhere and I was not on the ground anymore. I was flying in the land of pleasure , in the land of pure emotions. How could this be true? A flasback reminded my thoughts before he arrived. Well, yes, he was gorgeous with his clothes on but I didn't know what to expect. So while waiting for him I made the plans. if I didn't feel the same attraction for him when he's naked, I will just masturbate him and let him go quick after he have had finished.What a stupid plan. His tongue was playing with my cock skin. Going up to the tip of the cockhead, going down to the scrotum. He takes a ball in his mouth and gently sucks pulling the skin to the maximum. He goes back to the cockhead but this time without notice he takes it into his mouth. I feel his saliva all around , it is hot, it is wet, it is killing me of pleasure. with only my cockhead in his mouth, he squeezes his lips and traps the cockhead. The tip of his tongue creates imaginary circles around my cockead. I can barely breath. my throat is more dry than ever. My hands caresses his hair. His lips are kissing my cock. He takes it deeper into his mouth. I fight the urge to start pushing deeper. The excitement gives me shivers. His wet tongue on my cockhead gives me erotic nightmares. he takes my cock deeper into his mouth. I feel his saliva flooding my cock. It is the most exciting sensation I have ever felt. I try to push deeper but he stops me with his hands. He grabbs my butt with both his hands and starts massaging my buttocks. All of a sudden he pushes me into his mouth all the way. it's all in his mouth. I can feel his throat trying to dilatate and receive my whole cock head. He doesn't gag. he just keeps my cock in his mouth. I open my eyes and slowly lower my head to look at him. His eyes meet mine. He looks at me and I see a sparkle in his eyes. His eyes are the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. He slowly pulls back and my cock releases his throat. He grabbs my buttocks again and starts pushing me and pulling me away from his mouth. He doesn't move. He is just there, in his knees, fucking his mouth with my cock. I don't dare to move. I let him do all the moves he likes. He pulls and push, push and pulls. I squeeze my butt in the effort of keeping my . No succes, I can feel it closer and closer. My cock starts pulsating. It's engorged. It.s swollen. It's telling me it's ready to . He stops. He pulls back, get on his feet and gives me the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. My cock still pulsates and the nerves are still very sensitive. I feel a huge urge to without even touching my cock. He stopped exactly when I was about to . I hated him. I loved him. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to do. My first instinct was to strangle him. Just strangle him. Or maybe bite something. I wanted to bite his arm, to bite his flesh to blood. I wanted to break something. I pulled his hair and pulled him closer and just kissed him with all the strenght I had left in me. he kissed me sweet. He took my hand and walked me to the bed.He laid down and pulled me close to him. We just stood there looking in each other's eyes. His hands were caressing my stomach. My hands were caressing his chest. He came close to my ear and whispered:
- you are my first man. You are my first desire. You are the first one to suck my cock and your cock is the first one I ever sucked.

I wanted to ask him:What? but I never got to ask him anything. He just went down to my cock, he kissed it, licked it, sucked it. He grabbed it with his hand and started masturbating with hate, with passion, with lust, with anger. The tip of his tongue was touching my cock head while his hand was frenetically going up and down on my shaft. I moaned, I screamed, I died. Waves of invaded his mouth, flooding it , chocking him, giving him the fruit of pleasure. He took it all and stood with my cock in his mouth sucking every drop, eating every drop of energy, drinking every cell of what was left from my life, killing me once and twice and always reviving me so he can kill me again and again. He pulled away and spit my into a napkin I didn't even know it was there. He wiped his lips, came closer and gave me the deepest kiss.

I knew I have to kill him too so I went to his cock with my mouth. I kissed and licked his cockhead with the biggest passion I had in me. I felt him tremble. He started moving his hips trying to go deeper in my mouth. I let him syncronize his moves. He pushed and pushed and I went deeper and deeper with my head, with my mouth until his cock was in my throat. In the second his cockhead tuched my throat he started to ejaculate tons and tons of hot . Right in my throat. Right in my stomach. I tried to stop it but it was all gone, burning my inside, burning my soul. It wasn't bad. It didn't taste bad at all. I stopped trying to stop it and I just let it slide inside me. I felt it sliding, I felt it right into my stomach burning me inside. He moaned. The most satisfied moan I ever heard. He pushed my head away.

He rolled out, reached for his underwear and jeans. I was paralized. I wanted to say somthing but I couldn't. My mouth was blocked. I forcely opened it but I couldn't make a sound.
- I have to go, he said. Thank you for this wonderful experience but it was a mistake. I should have never come here.

I only heard the door closing behind him. He just left, leaving me with the sweet sour taste of him in my mouth, in my head, in my soul.
I never saw him again. He never came to take the same bus I was taking. He dissappeared and I never saw him again but I remember that evening like it happened yesterday. His sour sweet taste still haunts my mouth, my heart...my soul...

The end.