"Sorry, kid. Looks like you drew the short straw this time."
'Gio' Maggio glumly hoisted his weekend travel bag and placed it in the overhead storage next to a ragged guitar case. He sighed despondently as he stared at the questionable amount of space available in the last open seat next to the kid sitting at the back of the Greyhound Bus as it pulled out and headed west on Interstate 20 from the Fort Worth Bus Depot into the brilliant late afternoon sun of an early June Sunday.
This wasn't Gio's normal mood at all, but he was justifiably troubled.
He was headed home from a weekend trip to Denton where he had visited his only child, Juliana, and his precious 4-year-old grandson, Taylor.
His visit was a welfare check on the boy as much as it was a family visit. Juliana was proving to be just as wild at 21 as she had been when she lit out at 16, and still very defiant and stubborn. He was worried for Taylor now that Juliana could legally walk into any liquor store or bar. He wasn't at all confident she could handle that new right responsibly as the single parent of his only grandchild. She had, yet again, flatly refused to move back to Midland where he could help her raise Taylor.
Gio wedged his strong, well padded 6'3", 365 pound frame into the bench seat next to the unfortunate kid. Luckily, he appeared to be only around 5'7" with maybe a 28" waist and was the best candidate on the bus to sit next to, if he couldn't straddle 2 seats. In his deep voice, he half-whispered, "Hope I'm not squishin' ya too bad, kid."
The diminutive teenager meekly replied in his tenor range, "My shoulder's pinned a little tight against the side here." Gio could read the intimidation on his face. He had witnessed that look many times before.
He half-smiled to reassure the kid then raised his burly left arm and placed it over the kid's shoulder, gently pulling him in. It freed up about 8" of lateral space for him. The kids eyes brightened as a smile emerged on his face. Gio grinned back disarmingly, "That better for ya, son?"
His heart skipped a beat at being called 'son'. The kid happily chirped, "Yes, sir. Thank you!" He relaxed and snuggled in under Gio's arm. It felt like snuggling into a soft, warm pillow or maybe an overstuffed, life sized teddy bear. Gio's soft and gentle embrace provided a comfort and consolation that he desperately needed at the moment.
As the baby-faced kid melted and molded against him, Gio realized he hadn't 'cuddled' this close with anyone since well before his wife skipped out on him roughly 4 years ago. He sighed contentedly at the sense memory.
"So, how far ya headed, kid?"
"Midland, sir."
"Me too. We should hit Abilene in a couple of hours. Maybe the bus will be less crowded for the run to Midland and we can spread out."
"I really don't mind sitting like this, sir, if you don't. It feels really nice. It reminds me of my dad's hugs. I miss him a lot."
Gio felt extremely flattered and blushed slightly. "Ya don't need to call me 'Sir'. My name's Giorgio Maggio [in an Italian accent], but you can call me Gio."
"I'm Matt... Matthew Lawson. I'm very glad to meet ya, Gio." Matt's grinning smile was obviously sincere.
That grin was infectious. Gio's instinct was to shake his hand, but their tight positioning made him reconsider and he decided to give him an affectionate hug with his draped arm instead. He reached up with that arm and tousled Matt's hair, "You're a sweet kid, Matt. I'm glad this doesn't make ya feel uncomfortable."
Matt turned in slightly, sank deeper into their sideways embrace and brought his free hand up to the side of Gio's rounded belly and rubbed it in a small circle as he nuzzled his cheek against Gio's fully padded left pec. He released a deep sigh of relief. Gio could tell the boy really needed comforting for some reason.
Gio thought to himself how this close contact could easily feel awkward or inappropriate. But, it didn't, at all. He decided it felt... pleasantly cozy. He felt a contentment at their imposed intimacy that seemed to match Matt's. He reached across and held Matt's comparatively smaller hand. He moved their hands to the center crest of his belly as he closed his eyes, a smile tracing across his face. Matt responded with a gentle squeeze and nuzzle as he slid his captive hand behind the small of Gio's back, completing a full hug.
The hum of the tires on the highway lulled them both into a light slumber. They were both eventually roused to consciousness as the bus exited the highway heading for the bus terminal in Abilene.
Gio awoke first and noted Matt's hand had descended past the bottom of his belly and now caressed his inner thigh. He also registered his erection pressing hard against his jeans and into the underside of his rounded girth. He did need to pee pretty badly. That had to be the explanation for his extremely strong erection, he assured himself.
They disembarked and headed to the terminal's Diner to pass the scheduled 15 minute layover. Once inside, Gio immediately excused himself to the restroom. Matt needed to go as well and followed him in. Gio rushed to the first urinal. Matt positioned himself in front of the 3rd.
Gio had to pop his belt loose, unhook the fly of his jeans as well as unzip to wrestle out his still profoundly erect, 7.5" uncircumcised tool. He gave a sigh of exasperation, "Damn it." He reached down and gave the half sheathed head a good thump to make his erection go down so he could pee.
Matt glanced across at Gio's stiff predicament but quickly averted his gaze back to the tiled wall in front of him. His eyes were saucers. He had never been in the presence of another man's erect penis before.
The image of Gio's insistent member shaded by his rounded belly was seared into his brain. He found the combination strikingly and unexpectedly fascinating. Gio's manhood was longer and thicker than his own. His foreskin was completely intriguing. The part of the head that protruded was swollen tight and an angry red. Matt already knew how nice that belly felt to hug. But, it's perfect curve around and back up to his beltline, even with his pants undone, had its own peculiar appeal. He had to resist a strong urge to glance over again.
Conflicted, he furrowed his brow. Whenever he thought about it at all, he had always assumed he'd end up with a girl, eventually. He thought maybe it would happen in college. But, he couldn't deny his preoccupation with Gio's anatomy and stature. He wondered why it struck him so. He shook his head and stifled the thought as he had more pressing issues of survival at hand.
"Ahhhhhhhh," Gio sighed softly as his stream finally emerged to relieve his bladder. When they had both concluded their business, they washed their hands and went out to sit at the counter.
