Near the Bus Station

This is another true story from my past I had not thought about until tonight. I have thought about it off and on over the years of course. But tonight I was going over my past in my head and hope you like this one.

I was 19 when I got drafted into the Army. I had done my basic training at Fort Bragg, North Carolina. The test they give you when first in I qualified best in communications. I went to Fort Huachuca, Arizona for Morse Code training. And from there to Fort Gordon, Georgia for teletype training. This is where I got my first massage by a man and then some.

I had a leave for a week and was going back to Michigan. I was going to stay with my parents while there. So I went to the closest town to base that had Greyhound service to Michigan. I bought my ticket and found out there was a 6 hour wait before the next bus for that route.

I was sitting on a bench and guess it was obvious to how bored I was. It had been about an hour when a man probably in his early 30's sat down next to me.

"Hi," He said. And put his hand out. I took his hand and we shook hands. "Hi," I said in return.

We talked some small talk for a few minutes. Where you from. That kind of stuff. Then the conversation changed.

"I noticed you have been sitting here awhile." He said. "How long of a wait do you have?" He asked.

"Another 5 hours." I replied.

"That's a long wait," he stated.

"Yeah." "It is." I agreed.

He made an offer I thought sounded good. It sure would beat sitting here another 5 hours.

"I have an apartment just around the corner." "How would you like to go there and we could have a drink and talk more." "You can lock your duffle back in a locker if you want." "By the way." "My name is Paul."

"That's sounds good." I replied. "And my name is Bob."

"Good to meet you Bob." he said.

"Good to meet you Paul." I said in return.

I went to the desk and rented a locker. I put my duffle bag in it. And we walked out of the bus depot together. His apartment was just around the corner as he stated. It wasn't very big and the bedroom was basically in the living quarters. There was a chair by the bed and a small table. I sat in the chair.

"How does a rum and coke sound to you?" he asked.

"That's fine with me." I said.

He brought me my drink and he sat on the bed with his. We talked for a bit and I felt more comfortable. I was a little nervous at first not knowing who this guy was. But he seemed like a pretty nice guy the more we talked. Little did I know he had something else in mind. It wasn't long before I found out.

Paul looked at me and said, "You look a little tense."

He got up and walked over behind me and felt my shoulders.

"You are really tense." Paul confirmed what he had said. "You could use a good massage." "Have you ever had one?" He asked.

"No." I replied.

Paul walked around in front of me and said, "Would you like one."

"I guess." I said. "It sounds good."

"Take your shirt off and lie on the bed," Paul suggested.

I stood up and took off my shirt and crawl up on the bed. Paul got up on the bed and straddled my butt and started massaging my shoulders and back. It was feeling really good and I even started getting a hardon.

"How does it feel?" Paul asked.

"It feels great." I replied.

I felt Pauls' hands working down on my lower back. The heel of his hands started riding over the top of my ass cheeks. Which only made my cock even harder.

Then he asked if I would mind removing my pants so he could do my legs. By this time I was ready for anything. This man's hands were working miracles on my young body. And I figured if he was going to rob me he would have done it by now.

"Sure." I said. "It would be okay."

I rolled over so he could undo my belt and my pants. Then rolled back over on my stomach. I raised up a little so he could pull my pants down and off. He left my underwear on for now.

He started massaging my back again and his hands would push the waistband of my briefs down a little. Just enough so that his hands would rub the top of my cheeks. He would work his hands over my ass down to my legs and massage the back of them. I was so relaxed he could have done anything he wanted to.

"Would it be okay if I take your underwear off?" Paul asked. "It would make it easier to do your legs."

"I don't mind at all," I said.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down and off. I was now laying on his bed stark ass naked.

He commenced to massage my back and legs and now my ass. When he would bring his hands up between my legs to my ass I could feel his fingers brush against my balls. It was driving me crazy.

He was now sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Roll up on your side facing me." Paul said. "I can get to the side of your leg that way." "Would it be okay if I lay down on the bed?"

I rolled up on my side knowing there was no hiding my boner.

"It's okay if it is easier for you." I stated.

He lay down next to me with his face even with my crotch. He started massaging the side of my leg.

"Looks like all this has caused more tension in a part of you." Paul said. And he let his hand slide over my cock. "I can relax that to if you would like."

"Yes." "I would like that." I told him. I had no problem with another man touching my cock.

The next thing I felt was a set of wet lips sliding over the head of my cock. I let out a loud moan as he took my whole cock in his mouth.

"Oh shit, that feels good." I said as he worked his mouth up and down my shaft.

He was moaning on my cock obviously from the pleasure he was getting from it.

He would stop and lick all around the head and then the shaft. He would run his tongue from the base to the tip and then do it again. Then take my whole cock in again.

I knew why I was here now. He scoped the bus depot for cocks to suck. Guess he could tell from experience you would be willing. And I was.

"Yes." "Like that." "Suck me and make me cum." I yelled.

He pulled off just long enough to tell me to let him know when I was going to cum. Then engulfed my whole cock again.

I was trying to hold out as long as possible it felt so good. He was making me feel things I had never felt.

"Keep sucking my cock just like that." I said. "You are driving me crazy." "I don't know if I can last much longer."

He pulled off my cock and took my balls in his mouth. I guess he wanted to prolong it as well. I could tell this man loved sucking cock and wanted it to last. He sucked on my balls for a few minutes. Rolling them around in his mouth then went back to my cock.

I couldn't take it any longer. "I'm going to cum." "I'm going to cum." I repeated.

He started sucking like a madman. I could fill my balls start to tightened and my cum working it's way up. Then I came and came hard. I shot rope after rope of my young cum in his mouth. He took all of it and didn't miss a drop.

"Holy shit." "That was amazing." "You are really good." I complimented him.

"Thank You." he said. "If you're ever in the area again I would love to do this again."

"So would I." I said.

We shook hands and I left and headed back to the bus depot. The rest of my wait was not nearly as bad with the thoughts running through my head. I had about another hour and a half. So I went in the bathroom after about a half hour and jacked off thinking about his wonderful mouth.

The bus arrived and I got my duffle bag from the locker and boarded the bus. I'm sure the other passengers was wondering what I was smiling about.