Man! It was great!!!!

Man! It was great!!!!

The week began with a wonderful experience in the bus. The Monday morning was always stressful. Today was no different. I got to the bus stand and found this bus waiting there. I got into the bus wasting no time. I could find no seat empty. I found these North-Indian guys (4 of them) sitting. One guy (the hottest among the four) had his hand across the neck of the guy sitting next to him. I was tempted to stand next to these guys but that would mean, I have to let his fingers touch my body. That would undoubtedly result in my cock getting erect and attracting attention from everyone around me in the bus. I cannot take that risk.

In a few minutes, I found myself looking at this young man. He was about 5’8’’ tall, dark and good-looking. He was wearing red color shirt and white/cream color pants. He was standing before me…. More to the side of ladies side of the bus. I thought he was there to for some girl. I got distracted by a not-so-attractive guy, who kept pushing his butts on me. I did not want to guess whether that was accidental or deliberate. I just wanted to get out of that situation. I turned around. Not completely though. I was facing the front of the bus with one hand holding the bar on top and the other holding the seat to my right.

I don’t remember what I was thinking when I felt some movement to my left. It was that guy (the good-looking one). He was standing closer to me. Without warning, my cock grew hard. It was something I have no control over. I did not try to hide it because unless someone takes pain to bend down to see, it wouldn’t be visible. In fact, that guy did just that. Well, not exactly though. He did look down and I followed his eyes to my crotch. That suggested that he was probably interested. Then, he kept his hand in the same seat which I was holding. He did not touch me but he kept held on to that part of the seat which was close to my body – my crotch to be precise. I did not want to jump to any conclusions and decided to wait. My hard on never subsided and I could see from the corner of my eyes that he was noticing it. He was actually moving his fingers all the more closer, as close as he could. I let myself go when the bus stopped. He felt my erection.

He did not move his hands and in fact moved it further to touch me again and again. I let go of my inhibitions and allowed him to feel it. He came closer to me. I could not let this go on as the movements of his hand were quite visible to many men sitting in the bus. I moved back to let him come more closer and give some space for him to touch me.

It started with some touches. Then, fondling, groping. Within minutes he realized that I liked it and he was feeling my cock without any shyness. I enjoyed it. But his bag was not very effective in hiding this. I did not want anybody watching me in such a situation. Worse still, his fingers found their way to the zipper. I quickly moved to let him know that I cannot take the risk of exposing in the bus. Fondling and groping continued for a few more minutes. Then he turned around and faced me. I liked this face to face position. In fact, I loved it. But, in that not-so-crowded bus, I was not able to derive all the pleasures of being so close face to face, chest to chest, crotch to crotch with a young good-looking guy who fits very well into the guy of my dreams. As the bus moved, he was rubbing his cock on me. Interestingly, I could not feel the outline of his cock. But I felt something hard. Couldn’t make out anything in that situation. He was actually making a humping motion. It was great.

Unfortunately, we had to break that contact and back to fondling and groping. I never touched his crotch. I do not know whether he did not want me to or is it that the situation just didn’t favour that. At T nagar, the north-indians got down and the seats were empty. I had to occupy it. I knew the bus would be emptier for some time and decided not to test my luck any further. This meant, I had to disappoint him. I thought he would at least come and stand next to me and let me feel his thighs and his cock. He did not. I looked outside and thought how great those few minutes felt. I looked back at the place and I did not find him. He probably got down.

How I wish I meet him again? How strongly I desire taking this out of the bus and into our life????????