Some fun after all........

Im here after a long break. Why this break?? I lost interest in writing!

Now, I suppose I have regained that interest. What kindled that interest? It was a pleasant experience in the bus today.

I was late for classes today. As we didn’t have any important class I was in no hurry. I got to the bus stand at 11.00. I expected a free bus. And I did find one. But, there was no free seat. Disappointed, I stood near the entrance. As I needed to message someone I needed a place to lean on. I found a place opposite the conductor’s seat. The guy sitting there was young. I didn’t bother looking at his face. Within minutes after exchanging a few messages with a friend, I got the tickets. I was waiting for the driver to take the bus. It was while waiting that I realized the bus was quite different from others. It had larger seats, which meant there was less space for standing passengers. I realized that when I leaned on the seat, the guy sitting there looked at me. My gaydar did receive some signal but for some unknown reason ignored it. Now, I'm standing leaning on the seat just before him. No chance for any kind of body contact. I thought of moving back . But, before I could convince myself that its a good idea, someone stands there. I did not regret too much and assume that the guy might not like it after all.

As the bus started, the bus got a little crowded. I found it difficult to stand there as there was little space for those who are standing. It tried to lean as much as possible on the seat without touching anybody. I just didn't like it.

Then, after about 5 min, I found a young guy standing behind me. I noticed this when I was being pushed by the crowd onto him. I did nto see his face. Now, Im standing quite close to this guy. And, I felt the leg of the guy (who was sitting). I was busy thinking of the possibility of the two guys being gay when he (the one who is stting) asked the other guy if he wants to sit on his lap. Well, I didnt hear the exact words. But thats what he meant. The guy responded quickly by sitting on his lap.

Now, I had no idea if these guys no each other. If they were strangers, which is more likely since I heard him ask where he would get down before offering his lap. I decided to wait and watch. I had some problem standing comfortably because these guys were having their legs very close to where I was standing. But I like it. I liked the proximity. I think they liked the fact that I was hiding them from many others in the bus.

There was no big action most of the time. I was tempted to notice these guys quite frequently. And I did. One action was particularly suspicious. It was when the guy at the bottom had his hands over the lap of the other guy. I grew more suspicious when the guy on top also brought his hand down to that area. Unfortunately, I could not see what was going on there. But I was able to imagine.

As this went on, I had developed erection, stimulated by these guys, my imagination, and the crowd pushing me onto the seat Im leaning on.

At, Tnagar, the guy (top) got up and left. The guy at the bottom seemed disappointed. He brought his T shirt down as if to cover his crotch (with an erection). He had been looking at people around him in the bus. He probably felt that I was interested in what he was doing to the other guy. After a few minutes, he looked at me. I got to see him quite clearly. Especially because I wanted to see him. Try and register his face in my mind. (Unfortunately, my memory has proved to be very weak and I don't remember his face very clearly....)

He was young, dark, probably tall about 6ft, medium built... A nice looking guy. He had a nice face too.

As there was a lot of space near him, I moved a little closer to him. He looked at me a few times, mostly from the corner of his eyes. He probably realized that I am interested. He offered me a place on his lap. My response was "No Thanks". Not even with a smile.

I was surprised at my reply. It was the way my instinct responded and I had no control over it. I did not regret for long as I realized that it was not a good idea afterall. Accepting the offer might mean I would have to sit on his lap. Something thats not 'like me'. It will certainly attract attention of anybody who knows me if they were in that bus.

I could see disappointment in his face. It was quite apparent that he wanted to have some fun. Well, now I knew he was interested. He quickly offered to take my bag. It was not actually an offer. He just took it from between my legs (by the way I kept my bag down between my legs so that it does not disturb anyone in the bus).

He kept my bag on his lap and his hands were now close to my thighs. I did not move away from him. As the bus moved and jerked, his fingers came in contac with my crotch... my balls to be precise. Although I liked it, I tried not to thrust anything on him. I could feel that he positioned his hands in such a way that he would touch my crotch.

This happened only for a few minutes as my stop arrived and I had to go. I got my bag back and looked at his face one last time. But this time I smiled to let him know that I liked it too....

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????????