I was waiting for the boarding call for my New York bus, in the Saratoga Springs terminus, when a guy excitedly told his friend, "Wow, Get a loada the Special at the coffee counter." and my cock tingled. I was suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of lust that caused me to break into a hot sweat. Everyone in the terminus - male and female alike - seemed to be freaking out over the Adonis.
Wearing beige, Puma shoes, Nike, soccer shorts and a long-sleeve, white, Italia, soccer shirt, he looked like a choirboy who'd been freshly scrubbed and sent off to Sunday school. Immediately, I fantasized scooping him up in my arms and cuddling him. His messy, but controlled hairstyle, suited his face-shape perfectly. Constantly, he looked everywhere, seemingly, to avoid the guy who was serving his coffee while fawning all over him. Completely ignoring his other customers, the waiter apparently couldn't drag himself away. But, regretfully, I had to drag myself away- my bus departure had been announced.
Generally, I'm unable to sleep on a bus, but with the help of a boring mortician, who boarded in Albany, I quickly fell asleep during a one-sided conversation. And, although I had told him that at twenty-two years of age the merits of cremation over burial didn't interest me, he continued until his droning was mercifully absorbed by the monotonous humming of the tires; and I was spared.
I was startled awake when something dropped on me. It being too dark to see clearly, I felt around expecting to find some little thing that might've dropped from the luggage rack. There was nothing to be found but I still felt the mild, tingling sensation where something had touched my dick. It wasn't long before the same thing woke me again. I would've believed I'd been dreaming if the sensation had not been exactly the same. Only moments later, my fellow passenger nudged me with his elbow. Then, I realized what had been happening; he'd been touching my cock.
I felt trapped. I hadn't wanted to create a scene that would have awakened the other passengers, yet how could I express my anger, I wondered. When my eyes had properly adjusted to the dim light, I turned to confront him and got the surprise of my life. The mortician had obviously de-boarded while I was asleep and it was the choirboy who was next to me now. When he nudged my arm again, I eagerly nudged him in return.
His breath was sweet and warm when he came close to my ear to whisper, "Ya wanna whip out yer cock?" I didn't have to think about it. Hurriedly, I unbuckled, unzipped and pushed my shorts and underwear to my knees. His long, solid cock was in my sweating hand before he'd completely dropped his drawers.
"What's yer name?" I asked, breathing heavily in his ear, as we juggled balls and polished knobs, with foreskins; I hoped I wasn't dreaming.
"Audie," he whispered, "What's your's?"
"Blake...Ya sure got a lot of attention back there in the terminus, huh," I remarked, laughing.
"Ya mean the obnoxious waiter, I s'pose...I was tryna watch you." he said, laughing, "I hoped I'd get to sit with ya but by the time I'd boarded someone'd beat me to it."
I wish ya'd a been a little faster," I told him, "I got stuck with a deadly, boring undertaker...Where ya goin, Audie?" I asked, "I'm goin' to Manhattan." I told him.
"Me, too... Hey, wha'd'ya say we take our pants and underwear right off?" He asked conspiratorially. I answered him by immediately pulling my running shoes off, followed by everything else. It was dark enough that even if somebody came near they wouldn't cotton on to what we were doing. I studied Audie carefully as he stood in the aisle stepping out of his clothes. He was a six foot, smooth and sculpted, highly-desirable sex partner. His large cock was adorned with a long foreskin that had my mouth watering.
"How old are ya, Audie?" I asked, "I'm twenty-two."
"Eighteen," he said, from his crouched position between my legs, where he was delightfully sucking my balls into his mouth. I wished we could get up the nerve to stretch out on the floor.
